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Marz
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Date Posted: 09:20:09 08/29/02 Thu
In reply to:
Tristan
's message, "Aw, come on. Please?" on 12:32:41 08/28/02 Wed
While Marz walked down the hall to Nikki's room, he once again found himself regretting that he had fallen in love. Wasn't he a lot happier before meeting his soulmate? He decided that he might have been a bit crazier, but felt rather unfulfilled in the happiness department until Tristan entered his life. The raking dragon had the ability to manipulate his emotions like no one else could. Tristan could invoke passion in him with a simple smile, and enrage him with a single, stupid comment. His soulmate even managed to bring tears to his eyes a few times, which was a major accomplishment since it was almost impossible for Marz to let go and cry, no matter how much he was hurting.
He actually craved Tristan's presence, feeling rather lost and incomplete when he wasn't at his side where he belonged. Strong ties that no one, or nothing could ever pull apart bound them together. They were soulmates in the truest sense of the word. Although they had different bodies, their hearts, minds, and soul were one; nothing seemed to work properly when they were separated. When Tristan wasn't around, Marz had trouble thinking clearly. He had tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep while the dragon was away visiting his sick father in Elendor. And now he was angry and depressed over some of the things his lover said in the common room because the words had hurt him deeply.
Finding out that Tristan thought of their lovemaking as rutting like animals was a shock, and a little hard to bear. Although he knew he was destined to spend the rest of his live with the dragon, he silently vowed that he'd never make love to him again unless Tristan begged him to do so. If he needed to satisfy lustful urges Marz would simply pay a raking hooker to take care of his needs from now on. Of course it would never come close to the erotic euphoria he felt with Tristan, but he'd learn to deal with it.
Marz was startled from his thoughts by a hand grabbing his arm. His gaze softened when he saw Tristan, but as soon as he remembered the things he said earlier, anger filled his eyes again. He blinked when the dragon put a finger to his lips, wondering what the hell kind of game he was playing. When curiosity got the better of him, he allowed Tristan to pull him back into the room he just left.
A look of aggravation covered his face after Tristan motioned for him to wait. His eyes narrowed as he watched the dragon exit the room. He stood near the dresser, every muscle in his body tense. Why the hell did he follow Tristan back to the room? Wasn't he trying to prove some kind of point by keeping his distance from his lover for a while? It irked him to think that Tristan believed they didn't spend enough time together since Marz KNEW they were rarely apart. Because of his lover's crazy beliefs, Marz was determined to show him what real separation felt like, even though distancing himself from his soulmate would be agonizing. So then why the rake am I back in this room, waiting for his return?
Angry with himself now, he took a step toward the door, stopping abruptly when Tristan rushed in, his hands filled with writing utensils. Once again, curiosity got the better of the ex-gang leader. He moved closer to the bed hoping to see what his lover was writing, not at all pleased when Tristan covered the parchment with his hand.
Marz crossed his arms over his chest, impatience beginning to rear its ugly head. Just when he was about to stomp out of the room, Tristan held the parchment out to him. His brow furrowed in thought as his eyes scanned the writing. At least the list of things he did to please Tristan was a tad longer than the list of things he was supposed to do to make him happy. Marz thought about making his own list to shove into the dragon's face, but decided that would only aggravate the present situation. "I'll be right back," he said, tossing the parchment on Tristan's stomach before leaving the room.
The ex-gang leader returned a short time later, carrying goblets of wine and apple juice in his hands. It looked like it might be a long night of talking and possibly arguing, so he thought it wise to have some liquid on hand to moisten their throats.
After setting the glasses down on the small table next to the bed, Marz dragged a chair over and sat down. Since Tristan was apparently only interested in talking, he decided to keep a reasonable distance between them. According to the list, sex didn't count when it came to their spending time together therefore it was best to avoid temptation that might lead to that.
He picked up the parchment and read over the first item on the list of things he needed to learn how to do. "Okay, Tris, I'm here with you, nobody else is around, and we're not rutting like animals. According to number 3, we're supposed to discuss things. Since I'm the one that usually does MOST of the talking while you clam up, I'm gonna let YOU start things off this time, seeing as how this is your idea. You have my undivided attention, so tell me all about your likes and dislikes and whatever else you want us to discuss."
Marz laid the parchment on the bed, crossed his legs, and leaned back in the chair. He rested his hands in his lap while staring at his lover, patiently waiting for him to begin the conversation.
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