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Date Posted: 10:10:54 04/25/02 Thu
Author: Marz, Jeremy, Noy
Subject: Nap time for the dragon
In reply to: Rowan and Tristan 's message, "In and out" on 13:21:27 04/24/02 Wed

When Rowan said he wasn't going to take his money, Jeremy smirked. "Damn straight, dude," he replied. "I'll be the one taking YOUR money cause I'm gonna win this bet!"

Apparently, his words didn't register in the elf's brain because Rowan pestered him once again at the kitchen table. Jeremy rolled his eyes when Rowan offered to give him a few pointers for attracting someone of Marz's caliber. Feeling a bit egotistical, the otherworldly youth leaned in close to whisper. "I got you to make love to me didn't I, Rowan? And I'll get Marz to go all the way too, without any help from you!"

Green almond shaped eyes shifted from Rowan to Jeremy and back again. Noy couldn't help wonder what was going on between the handsome elf and the youth with the very strange hair. He sucked down more smoke from the cigarette Jeremy had handed him then smiled when he saw Tristan glance his way. The dragon had hauntingly beautiful eyes that took Noy's breath away whenever he looked at them.

The easterner sighed deeply, remembering the feel of Tristan's body and the way he had responded to his touch. It was quite obvious that the dragon loved Marz, but Noy didn't think that had anything to do with Tristan putting a stop to things before they went all the way. Each of Noy's masters were married and claimed to be deeply in love with their mates, yet every one of them took a favored slave to their bed. Noy had made love to his master's mate when he was instructed to do so, and was even given the honor of sharing the bed with both master and spouse at times. Such was the life of a slave.

Noy stared into the beautiful eyes of the dragon, hoping his gaze displayed his desire to please him in any way possible. When Tristan turned away to face Marz, the easterner took another drag from the cigarette then handed it to Jeremy just as he winked at the ex-gang leader.

Marz sucked in a breath when Tristan squirmed around in his lap, bringing certain things to life. He smiled up at his lover, his hands sliding to the dragon's lower back when he was hugged. The Jann's wine had lowered Tristan's inhibitions and Marz was enjoying his new open sensuality.

His hands moved to slid up and down the dragon's firm thighs once Tristan faced him and spoke about his starting to sober up and wanting to work on the second chakra. A lopsided grin formed on his mouth when Tristan collapsed against him and began to snore softly. Yeah, you're sober all right, he mused. As he snaked his arms around Tristan's back, his gaze shifted to Rowan when he kicked him under the table.

"I need to speak with you in private for a minute," the elf said. "When you have time, that is."

Marz held the man's blue eyes for a moment then nodded before turning to Tristan, who snapped awake. "Why don�t we go flying?" he murmured. The kisses he planted on Marz's face renewed his arousal. "I haven't taken you flying in a long time. Wanna go?"

After a soft chuckle, Marz kissed his lover's chin. "You're already flying, babe." He shifted position then rose rather gracefully with Tristan lying across his strong arms and hugging his neck. "It's time for you to take a little nap."

He carried the dragon into the room next to the kitchen and laid him on the bed. Once he removed Tristan's boots and weapons, he covered him with the blanket. "Sleep," he whispered, after bending down to kiss his lover's brow. "When you wake up, we'll get to work on the second chakra." He smiled when Tristan's eyes slid closed and soft snoring erupted from him again.

Marz left the room, closing the door behind him to keep out the light from the torches in the hall. Instead of walking back into the kitchen he leaned against the doorframe of the room and once Rowan noticed him, Marz jerked his head towards the bedroom across from them.

Jeremy narrowed his eyes as he watched Rowan take off after Marz. "No way," he muttered, shoving his cigarette into Noy's hand before staggering after the pair. Painkillers and special tobacco gave him a lot more courage than he usually possessed. He wasn't about to let Rowan win the bet! If anyone's going to jump Marz's bones, it's gonna be me this time!

Once they were inside the room, Marz leaned back against a wall, his hands resting on his thighs. "Whadya wanna talk to me about?"

Before Rowan could open his mouth, Jeremy burst into the room and flung himself at Marz. He threw his arms around the ex-gang leader's neck, catching his hair in his watchband. Jeremy slithered his body against Marz's while kissing him with as much intensity as he could muster.

Marz was too damn shocked to get aroused by the youth's actions. Not only did Jeremy cause discomfort by pulling out stands of his hair, the kid's large Metallica belt buckle cut into his stomach while Jeremy grinded against him. The youth's tongue forcefully invaded his mouth for a very sloppy kiss and his arms held his neck in a vice like grip that was somewhat painful.

As soon as Marz recovered from his initial shock, he reached up and latched onto the arms that held him. He squeezed them so hard that Jeremy actually winced as he broke the kiss. "What the rake is wrong with you?" Marz hissed, his eyes boring into Jeremy's once he put some distance between them.

Without waiting for an answer, he released his hold on the youth's arms then grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the door. "Stay away from that Jann wine cause it's making everyone crazy," he said, before tossing Jeremy out into the hall and closing the door.

The otherworldly youth rubbed his sore arms while staring at the door that had practically been slammed in his face. Maybe I was a little too forceful that time, he thought. He wondered what the hell Rowan and Marz were doing in the room now that he was gone. If the elf didn't come out in three minutes, he would bust in on them again. "No way are you winning this bet, Rowan," he mumbled, while trying to bore a hole through the door with his eyes.

Once Jeremy was gone, Marz ran a hand through his hair then rested his back against the door and met Rowan's eyes. "Damn it, Ro! Maybe you should work a little harder at satisfying that oversexed brat!" A grin crossed his mouth as his eyes slowly moved over the elf, remembering the firm body hidden beneath the clothing and the moans of pleasure he managed to entice from those soft lips. He let his gaze fall to the floor when he felt desire building then cleared his throat. "So, let's start over. What did you want to talk to me about?"

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