FreckersFrog

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Faolan did feel reassured by the gentle pressure Lucien applied to his hand, and his mouth inadvertently twitched into a smile again. He couldn't help but smile now when he looked at Lucien now, and though part of him knew he probably looked foolish, the majority didn't care.

When all was said and done, Faolan did not regret allowing Lucien to continue his endeavor. These last twelve hours had been some of the moist pleasurable of the Irishman's life. Though even he had received offers for this particular act, he had never allowed them out of shame. There was no shame in this room, between himself and Lucien he had nothing to be guilty about, and the way that Lucien was making him feel now could only be described as pure rapture. He fully relaxed, leaving himself fully in Lucien's hands, and his mouth, and neither of them were willing to stop until the other was fully satisfied.

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Faolan was completely drained by the time they were finished. All his years of training had not prepared him for the physical toll that sex could have on his body. Although he was exhausted, it was a pleasant tiredness that he had not experienced in all his life. He was perfectly content to lie here with Lucien for the rest of the day, the rest of the week if he could.

He was half asleep, chest rising and falling slowly and rhythmically. He could feel Lucien's cool cheek against him, and was alerted when he moved to leave the room, but did not have the strength or the heart to stop him. "Mmm..." he hummed, eyes still closed, "Better be..." he said as Lucien slipped out of bed, and he drifted off to sleep.

It felt like seconds before Lucien returned, although Faolan could feel that he had spread his arms and legs out on the bed to take up all of the available space. He felt Lucien's hand, heard his voice, and smelled the bacon all at the same time. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open as his brain registered food, and his stomach growled in answer to Lucien's inquiry.

He nodded, then sat up, wobbling a bit as if he were dizzy. He chuckled quietly, then rubbed his forehead as he said, "I almost feel sloshed..." And it was true, his body was so thoroughly tired that he felt as though he were drunk. His head was swimming from the events of the night, and earlier this morning, his face was hot and red, his hands were slightly shaky, and he knew if he stood up his knees may be unsteady.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

"Well, that is good to know..." Geralt assented. It didn't seem this track was a good one to take with the Fire Dancer. She was giddy and friendly, and concerned, but was not jumping to any conclusions. She knew her friend well, it would take more than one prod to get her to crack. No matter, there were others, both tactics and troupe, to try.

He smiled over at Akane as he felt her hand touch his shoulder, "Or three, I noticed you have some to spare." He winked, unable to keep the joke at bay. There was a small pause, then he looked down at her with a mask of sincerity that not even Ivory could claim was an act. "Thank you very much, Akane. I truly appreciate that."

Their conversation came to an end as they drew closer to the mess area and heard Cora say: "Oh, so a little higher then? Like this?"

This was followed by singing, not loud and obnoxious, but light and pleasant. Though the tone was high and hopeful, the sound of Cora's voice was alluring and soothing. Geralt felt a wave of pure relaxation hit him as they got closer to the mess area. Though he was usually not greatly effected by talents that eased the mind, other than drink and narcotics, he had not been expecting this and so was caught off guard. The feeling wasn't sudden, and in fact it felt like it had always been there and was just growing stronger. For a moment, he felt his eyelids drooping and his muscles relaxing as he gave in to the sound of it. It was like a cool breeze on a warm day and a warm bed on a cool night, all at once.

Watch this witch...even you are falling under her spell.

The sound of these grating words snapped Geralt from his temporary lapse in attention. Despite his disagreements with...him...he could not deny the truth of this statement. The girl's title of "La Sirène" may have been more literal than he originally imagined.

As the two approached, he blinked slowly several times and turned his smile towards Cora, "My goodness...what lovely sounds you make. I was convinced there was nothing more beautiful about you than your face, and I daresay I was wrong."

Illyana, who had been reading contentedly with a sandwich on her plate that had one small, mouse-sized bite taken out of it, looked up as she heard Geralt's voice. She was glad to see that Akane was with him, but the pleasant half-smile on her face instantly vanished as she looked over at him, then back down at her book. Of course, he was complimenting Cora again. Though Illyana was glad to be immune to his attentions, she felt bad for her friend who knew no better than to trust this overbearing kindness.

Cora stopped singing immediately when she saw Geralt and Akane approach, and her face cheeks grew bright pink at the Magician's words. "Oh, please!" she said, unsure of what else she could say. She was aware of the effect her voice could have on people, but everyone around here had grown used to it's sounds. She decided then and there that it was nice to have someone else around to see everyone's talents, and she couldn't wait for Geralt to see her and Lucien perform together.

Geralt looked between the two of them, Ringmaster and his singer, and gestured towards them as he took a seat. "Well, don't stop on my account. Please, continue." he smiled at them both, taking note of the sheet music under Lucien's pen and the title of Illyana's book as he did so.

"Folklore of the Vikings"...nice try, but no dice.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Geralt almost smiled, but kept it at bay. He was glad the girl was biting, but was not as interested as he had hoped. No matter, this would be a slowly built nest. "Oh, no, the practice is fine. Miss Ivory is incredibly talented, I love watching her perform. You can tell she truly lives for her work, her art." he paused a moment then shrugged before he looked over at Akane with large eyes full of trepidation. "I'm just worried that I may have offended her unknowingly. She's not very...I don't know..." he said, then sighed again. "It's fine, really. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable."

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Geralt laughed aloud at Akane's statement, then shook his head, "Well, you certainly could have fooled me. I doubt that either of us would have noticed the time had you not come to get us." there was a slight pause, then he added, "I would be surprised if she comes back out of there before tomorrow morning. I get the impression she's also quite the night owl."

It was clear to Geralt that Akane was trying to hide the answer he sought, but he was fine with that. Everything she said was revealing on its own. He now knew that she was protective of her comrades' privacy, and perhaps a little bit cunning. There was definitely more to this fox than met the eye...just the way he liked it.

"Still," he crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, "I am a little worried about our...relationship." he let these words hang in the air, then shook his head. "Ah, what am I saying, it's too early to tell anyway. I shouldn't be worrying you with this." He glanced at her out of the side of his eye to gauge her reaction, but made sure to keep his expression guarded. The two were approaching the mess area, where he could see some others already gathered in various stages of eating. Lucien, Illyana, and Cora were there, but he did not see Aurel.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Faolan let himself growl a little more loudly as he felt Lucien taking control of the situation. He had thought it would be much longer before the Frenchman was comfortable with this position of power. Faolan had been the one mostly in control last night, though Lucien had made it very clear that there would be two willing participants in every act. Though this was an all-together different feeling, Faolan did not find it unpleasant in the slightest. Seeing Lucien look so...dominant was something he never could have imagined before this moment. His arousal was almost too much to contain, but he held himself back, wanting to see what the Frenchman had in store.

He felt Lucien kiss his neck and almost grabbed him by the shoulders to hold him still, but the Frenchman began to move down his body. Each kiss was like a small electric shock, sending intense waves of pleasure out from where his lips made contact with Faolan's skin. He moaned again, louder this time, and gripped the sheet in his fist until his knuckles turned white.

As Lucien moved further down, Faolan felt himself snap out of the euphoria as a small amount of anxiety gripped his heart. As Lucien reached his waist, Faolan started and reached for him. He laid a hand on his shoulder and said, almost out of breath, "Lucien...you don't have to."

Although Faolan had never experienced this particular brand of pleasure, he knew what Lucien's intention was. It was clear in his face and in his eyes what he wanted to do. It wasn't necessarily that Faolan did not want this, it was more that he wanted to make sure this was something Lucien wanted to do, and did not feel the need to do simply to please him. He never wanted Lucien to feel manipulated or put out by anyone, himself least of all, but he knew that Lucien's desire to please others sometimes overshadowed his own needs. Faolan needed to make sure from here on out that there was unshakable equality between the two of them and maintain it at any cost.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Geralt watched Ivory's practice again and again, noting her small adjustments, her over and under-balancing, and the moves that were perfect. It seemed to him that the ones that remained without flaw, did so consistently. The mistakes she was making were not new, just repetitions of the same thing over and over in a different configuration. Each time it was over, he would point them out to her, even if she didn't ask. It came to a point where she would start again before he finished speaking. This was irritating to say the least, and he was beginning to tire of her attitude. The longer he watched and corrected, the more his leg bounced in impatience and irritation. Sloppy was too harsh a word for it, but at the moment, Geralt could think of no other.

Just as it was beginning to be too much for him to take, he was relieved to sense the movement of Akane outside the tent. He glanced over his shoulder and immediately his soured expression turned into one of delight.

"Not at all, Akane," he began, then glanced back over at Ivory for a moment before returning his gaze to the redhead. "Oh, already?" he asked, fully aware that it had been over three hours since they had entered the tent. "How time flies..." he said, then stood and turned to wait for Ivory. When she declined, he raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, then shook his head, "Suit yourself. I'll be back soon, we need to nail this tonight." He said, matter-of-factly, letting his smile fall but for a moment as he looked back at the Vampiress. Once he returned his gaze to Akane, however, he smoothly transitioned back into his trademark grin.

"Lead the way." he said, then motioned toward the entrance.

The two exited, and once out into the fresh afternoon air, Geralt stretched his arms wide over his head, grateful to be moving again. Sensing movement, he looked about and noticed that some of the carnies had returned from their errands in town and were going about business on the grounds. He would have to make a point to speak with one of them soon.

After a moment of walking, Geralt looked down at Akane and said absently, "Not much of an appetite on Miss Ivory, eh? She's been practicing for hours, I'm surprised that she hasn't worked her stomach to emptiness." He patted his own and added, "I did, and I was only watching." He knew full well why this was, but he was merely testing the waters to see how much Akane was willing to reveal. It would be easy to gauge whether her carefree attitude was merely an act, or the genuine article.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Faolan was relieved and instantly gratified when he felt Lucien not only return his show of affection, but increase the passion of it tenfold. He tightened his grip around him even more, wanting to feel all of him at once. His fingers twined into the Frenchman's hair and he gripped it gently, but firmly. He broke the kiss but for a moment to plant a kiss on Lucien's cheek and then his neck as the Nephilim pushed against him. Sensing his intention, Faolan rolled onto his back and let Lucien take the power position above him. Seeing him like this was so exciting that Faolan could no longer hide his arousal. He growled quietly as he looked up at him, letting his eyes roam all over his lithe frame. The Irishman placed a hand on Lucien's chest and let it fall slowly, sliding over the muscles in his stomach before letting it rest on his hip. As he saw Lucien come down for another kiss, he rose to accept it, meeting the Nephilim halfway. They kissed again and again, each one more passionate than the last.

Faolan, his heart and mind so full of Lucien, pulled away for a moment to look into those golden eyes. His face was flushed and his chest was heaving, he could barely contain himself. There was a moment of silence and Faolan whispered, "Don't go..." before pulling Lucien down again to return to their kiss, this time letting his lips fall against the pulsing vein in Lucien's neck.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Geralt did not respond to Ivory's last comment. This was very revealing, but he was sure she realized that. It was clear that this was the "personal bias" that Lucien had mentioned before. Had it been an old flame that had spurned her? An absent father, perhaps, who had another secret family? Maybe she had been the victim of an unrequited affection? Whatever the case, the activities that he engaged in in his own apartment, on his own time, had certainly struck a chord with her. Perhaps she would not be as fun to play with as he had thought, if this was the case. Geralt was guilt of a great many sins, but jealousy and judgement were not ones that he particularly imbibed.

Without another word, he twisted his hand and fingers through the air to place Ivory's record back on and began its spinning. He watched her dance again, shaking his head slightly at the mistakes he witnessed along the way. He had no doubt she could correct them by the time of their performance, but it would take a few hours before it was perfect, he was sure. They still had his entrance and Ivory's exit to deal with.

"Left foot this time, and I could see almost up to your knee if I was at the end of the row. Your right elbow again, and your hair." Overall, this pass had much improved. Ivory had added and subtracted some elements to account for the skirt and the missteps that he had pointed out before, but she had overcompensated this time. She needed to even it out a bit. "More balance," he said, deciding to add these thoughts instead of being solely critical, "I think you're relying too heavily on your left."

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

"Mmm." Faolan hummed his response, relaxing slightly as he felt Lucien's arm snake around his rib cage and the smile on his face widened ever so slightly. Though Lucien was almost as tall as him, the Frenchman was more slender, and in this position they fit together perfectly. He turned his chin down slightly so he could smell Lucien's hair, breathing in the scent of fresh blackcurrant jam. It was intoxicating.

At Lucien's next comment, he looked down at him and raised an eyebrow, excitement growing as he sensed the Nephilim's intention. He was teasing him, and unfortunately for Faolan, it was working. He wanted to kiss him, but first he said, "Are you sure your da was an angel...? That look...it's not so virtuous, Lucien." And it was true, the Frenchman was looking at him almost hungrily. Though Faolan was physically stronger than him, no man could match Lucien's charm. Faolan had always been a sucker for it, but it was just now that he was realizing how powerful he was.

"Let's see what I can do about that..." he said, and pulled Lucien into a kiss. It was soft, like the one from last night that had spiraled into the events that lead them to this position, and he could feel himself smiling through it.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Though curt, Ivory's response was the best The Magician had received out of her yet. Progress, mayhaps? He thought not, but it had the potential to not be extremely sarcastic.

He watched her as she detached the skirt and this time could not help but appreciate her legs. He made no effort to hide his gaze either, there was no point, his and any other man's attraction to her had to be obvious. Ivory was observant and intelligent, attempting to fool her would make him seem undignified.

As she jumped onto the stage and approached him, he stepped away from the silks but let his hand run down it before letting go. Afterwards, he bowed to allow her access to them and answered, "Oh, it isn't my "style" by any means. But, like most men, I can't resist a woman in silks. It is quite...pleasurable to touch." He paused a moment, making sure to make eye contact with Ivory before he turned and jumped down from the stage to approach his chair once more.