Lying in Wait

Ignicio pushed open the door to one of the large rooms in his Wing of the mansion.

He pouted a slightly when he found it was void of life but decided quickly that he would lie in wait for life to appear.

The Incubus dropped onto four large paws and padded over to the large bed in the centre of the room, hopping up onto it and making himself comfortable, red eyes training on the door he had left slightly ajar.

How long, he wondered, would he be lying here waiting for the Englishman?

Richard walked in a couple of hours after Ignicio, with a few think books in his arms. He kicked the door shut and dumped the books on the table.

He stretched for a few seconds, then scratched his head, his fingers becoming slightly wet from the damp hair. He gathered it and stuck it into a quick pony tail, grumbling as as a few lose strands fell free. He looked in the mirror and straightened out his lose shirt.

He froze - spotting and recognising cheetah laying on his bed, through the mirror. He slowly turned around, and screeched "What are you doing in here?!", throwing one of the books into the cheetahs general direction.

In the few hours wait, Ignicio had grown very bored. He had snooped looked around, read a book lying around and taken a nap.

By the time Dick finally arrived, he was back to lying silently in wait, staring intently at the door.

When the man finally did enter the room, he noticed two things and made a couple of comments. First thing he noticed was the damp hair. Had the man take a shower? Damn, I wish I had been there to help~

And the second was the small pile of books in the man's arms. He wondered dryly how long it'd take for one of those books to try and embed itself in his skull.

His red eyes watched the man's every move as he bustled about the room, apparently not noticing the metre tall Cheetah lying on his bed. Its not like he fit in with the colour scheme of the room, either...

At the screech his head twisted to the side as if questioning him. Whether he was questioning the man's sanity or asking him why shouldn't he be there, was unknown.

His questioning look faded into a dull stare when the book flew past his shoulder, hitting the wall then landing on his tail. The appendage flicked irritably, knocking the book aside. Well, it didn't take long for the book to attempt to marry his skull. Luckily, the aim was way off.

The red eyes never left the Englishman.

He grabbed he another book, after the last throw was unsuccessful ready to throw it at Ignicio. He backed away, knocking into his chest of draws. His eyes were widened for a second, then he frowned.

"What. Are. You. Doing. In here?!" He hissed.

He used the hand that did not hold a book to find something behind him that he could also use as a weapon. His hand shook a bit as he could not find anything, also because the eyes that were staring at him made him feel uncomfortable.

Ignicio stood and stretched languidly, pawing the bed beneath him as his tail swayed from side to side.

His jaws open wide in a yawn as he continued to stretch.

When he was done, he sat down, body shifting and bones cracking. He crossed one breeches-clad leg over the other as he leaned back on his hands.

The first thing you'd notice apart from the much cleaner shave to his jaw - still stubbled, just obviously trimmed earlier in the day - was the completely bare upper half. No waistcoat. No shirt. His hair was draped over his chest in long waves.

"Lying in wait, if course." His lips quirked upwards into a little grin. You could almost see a tail swaying behind him amusedly.

Richard felt himself gap, unable to use his voice and unable to keep his eyes from staring.

His eyes slowly moved from the top of the chest and down. Taking in every muscle and angular shape. He tried to move, or say something, but he could not, his brain to busy focussing on the tanned and toned body in front of him.

He gulped, and felt a blush spread over his neck and face. He took a sharp intake of breath, and turned quickly as he felt... Down there twitch.

He fiercely forced the chest of draws open and pulled the first shirt, throwing it over his shoulder. He then slammed the draw shut, but did not turn around.

"Put some cloths on." he managed to choke out.

A slow grin stretched across his face as the eyes tracked paths across his skin. His eyes twinkled when the blush spread across the man's face and his chest rumbled with a chuckle when he span around.

Well, well, looks like Dick wasn't as unaffected by the Incubus' body as he thought he was going to be. That was an interesting little tid-bit to know.

A dark brow arched when a shirt was tossed in his direction.

"Put your clothes on? My, my, do you want to see me wearing your clothes, lover~?" He could see the blush darkening in his head, eliciting a wide grin from him.

He had no chance of getting that shirt on, though. Ignicio was a much larger man than the younger Chosen Regent. Any clothes that the man gave him would be far too small.

Richard tried to fight the blush, and the butterflies in his stomach that also clogged up his voice. His knuckles went white as he griped tighter around the draws knobs. He took a deep breath, to slow down his heart beat, and locked up any curiosity of what Ignicio looks like naked.

"Just put the shirt on!" He squawked, refusing to turn around.

Instead, he kept his eyes firmly on the book, that he had dropped during his fluster to get a shirt. A fiction book, the last of the Harry Potter series. He picked it up, not having read it yet, despite it being out for a few years.

The Incubus slid off the bed and padded towards the younger man silently.

A pout formed on his lips when the man picked up a book. Was he going to read it while Nicio was here or was he going to throw it at him?

The man slid up behind Dick, his tanned, muscular arms slipping around his waist and pulling him back against his bare chest.

"Sorry, lover, that shirt is far too small of me," he purred quietly in his ear before pressing a kiss to the skin just beneath it.

The book clattered back on the floor as arms slid around him. He griped them as he felt himself get dragged closer to the chest - the only thing stopping him feeling the skin on the chest was his thin shirt.

He looked at the arms that held him - just as strong and firm as the rest of Ignicios body. The butterflies intensified, making him gap a little and unable to squirm out of the hold.

He let in a quick and short intake of breath as words were purred into his ear, and took another as he was kissed just bellow the ear. His nails dug into the arms.

"J-just put is on."

He rested his chin on the man's shoulder, gazing at him through the mirror.

"Impossible, sweetheart." His fingers began massaging in small circles on the man's stomach over his shirt.

"You, my lover, are much smaller than I am. Your clothes wouldn't fit me." His chest rumbled with another purr. "I think I'll forgo the shirt."

He grinned, eyes glinting.

Richard bit his lip and leaned into himself slightly, sucking in the stomach as in quivered. He flushed a little at the term of endearment, trying not to melt even a little at it.

"I am not that much smaller then you." He muttered in defence. He looked down at his own body, knowing that it is - in height and width. Forever having those slight teenage qualities, despite it being toned under the shirt.

He looked up into the mirror, staring into Ignicio's wine eyes with his own ice blue ones - his were also framed with a blush. He looked away quickly, staring out of the window, trying to pretend that there was not a good looking, half naked, man in his room that had his arms wrapped around him.

"Lover, you're shorter than Giacinto. Remember that I'm six foot one and pretty muscular." He grinned, running his fingers under the younger man's shirt and over his toned stomach. "A little more muscular than you."

When the man looked away, he pressed his lips against his neck before nuzzling his cheek with his nose.

"Is there something more interesting than me out there, Dick~?" he purred again, arms tightening around him.

Richard sucked his stomach in again as Ignicio ran his hand over the skin, feeling it also flip-flop on the inside. He gulped, remembering clearly how much more muscular Ignicio was, compared to him. Yet he could not feel self-concious about it, to busy pushing the thoughts of the half-naked Ignicio out of his mind, and ignoring the hand.

He gasped a little as he felt another kiss, this time accompanied with nuzzling. He used his will power to not respond to it more, and continued to look out of the window.

But he could not help but jump a little as he was pulled even more closer, and at Ignicio's words. He squeaked a "Yes.", even though there was not, with it being a clouded night.

His hands slid from under the shirt and began to unbutton it, starting from the bottom as his lips brushed over the skin of his neck again and again.

"Do share. What could be more interesting than me?" He grinned a little. "Unless the constructions have finally finished. I'm pretty excited for the project to be finished. I had to flirt with Gia a lot to get her to agree to have it built."

And then his lips returned to his neck, tongue running over one of the slightly faded hickey's he had left at the ball.

The Incubus was just trying to distract the man. He wanted to know how many buttons he could undo without Dick noticing. So far he already had three open.

A small moan escaped his lips, which he then bit again to stop another as Ignicios lips repetitively kissed him, so softly it was almost irritating.

He scrambled for an answer, then stumbled out with: "The sky. Wonderful night. Yes."

He breathed the yes out, unsure of what the yes for, as Ignicio attacked his neck again. He lent his damp head on Ignicio's shoulder, at a slight angle to give him more area of skin. A few more moans escaped as Ignicio licked him.

He felt the arms his hands gripped rise, knowing they were undoing his shirt, yet every muscle in him refused to respond to stop Ignicio.

A wide, triumphant grin spread across his face when his fingers undid the last button. The shirt fell open and he purred again, fingers tracing over the revealed skin.

"Ah, yes, wonderfully clouded. Who doesn't love a dreary night?" He gave the man's neck a little nip when his neck angled as he dropped his damp head to his bare shoulder. "I didn't think you liked the stereotypes of vampires. Dark, dreary nights. Should I have Giacinto replace your bed with a coffin? Double-wide, of course."

He didn't move to push the shirt from the man's shoulders, but he definitely explored as much as he could with his hands; calloused skin brushing across smoother, paler skin.

The Incubus nudged the vampire forwards, pressing him against the chest of drawers.

He shivered as the air and Ignicio's fingers touched touched the now bare skin. He arched a little into the feathery touches, and slid his eyes shut.

He drew in a sharp breath as Ignicio nipped him, sending a slight tingling sensation around his body. "I don't," he licked upper lip, and continued on shakily, "I am just appreciating it."

He hummed as hands firmly moved over his flushed body, giving a little gasp when they ran over his perked nipples, or squirming when they moved over his navel. He moved his hands down, intertwining his hands on top of Ignicios.

He widened his eyes as he was nudged forward, the hands stopping him from falling forward from the unexpected push - despite it being only a small push. One part of him want to shout at Ignicio for that yet the other part, his muscles, did not react. At most he gave a little squeak.

"Is that a no to the coffin, lover?" he whispered in his ear, fingers sliding along the man's throat in a feather light touch.

His tongue laved over the skin of his neck again then he tutted quietly, eyeing his neck via the mirror. "Look, all your hickey's are fading. I should remedy that," he purred, pads of his fingers brushing over one of the light marks.

One of his hands slid downwards over his chest and stomach to trace the waistband of his trousers.

"Y-yeah." He groaned, and moved his head down into the ticklish feeling, his eyelids sliding half-shut this time.

He moaned, his whole body flushed, as the tongue glided along his neck again. He leaned to the side and groaned as the tongue left him - favouring speech. He whimpered as the fingers pressed on this fading bruise, in a signal to 'just get on with it'.

He gripped the hands tightly as they got to his waistband. His heart thudded in his chest, and he blushed again. His mind did not make sense, and his muscles seems to be doing as they wished, so he slowly loosened his grip and rubbed the hands with his thumb encouragingly.

"All right then, we won't be replacing your bed with a coffin." His eyes slid back to the large bed. "It's large enough for the two of us."

His tongue darted over the skin again before he gave a sharp nip. He began to nip and suck at the skin on top of one of the faded hickey's he had left a couple of days previous.

The Incubus' hand stopped moving when the man gripped it and his eyes snapped up to meet the younger man's in the mirror. Did he want him to stop?

He blinked in shock, though, when the grip loosened. He was expecting what had become the usual rejection.

His hand didn't move.

He mewled and a shiver ran up his spine as Ignicio nipped and sucked at the hickey's that were only starting to heal. He tried to stretch his neck further, letting him completely claim his neck.

He mentally sighed a little as Ignicio's hands did not move further, twitching a little in annoyance at the timing. He looked at Ignicio in the mirror through his eye-lashes, and whimpered out a small please.

Which he instantly regretted, wanting nothing more then the ground to simply open up and drag him under, not believing at how needy he sounded. He also wanted to hide his face, with out making it obvious, but with the mirror in front it made it impossible.

The look and the whimpered plead had a shiver run down the Incubus' spine. He pressed his hips forwards against the man's backside, teeth nipping his neck and fingers working dexterously at the button of his trousers.

He purred when the button came undone and leaned forwards over the man's shoulder, lips pressing against the Englishman's as his fingers moved to the zipper.

He moaned and turned to look at Ignicio from the corner of his eye, quickly getting over his embarrassment as Ignicio's hips jerked forward and teeth turned there attention to his neck. He throbbed as the button of his trousers were undone.

His hips moved forward as he felt the slight pressure of hands from where they were undoing his zip - painfully slow, in his opinion. He whimpered again, and rocked ever so slightly, urging him to hurry up.

He kissed the Elder back, lifting an arm to caress his cheek. He kept the hand there, stroking the jaw with his thumb.

A slow, deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as the man whimpered. "Getting impatient, aren't we~?"

His tongue lapped against the man's lower lip as he slowed the pace of his fingers. The painfully slow movement of the zipper just got worse.

His head leaned into the soft caresses on his cheek and jaw as another purr ran through him.

It seemed while Dick suffered with a near permanent blush, Nicio had a near permanent purr. Just like a contented cat.