Hex

[tempting_the_fates]

His ears were back and he hissed loudly as the man tried to catch hold of his arm.

"I said no," Nyx said, baring his teeth. They were down one of the many winding halls near the residential area, alone, but not hidden.

"I don't see why you're being so difficult. I paid you last time, and I'll pay you again. Come on, just come back to mine," the man snapped, glancing around to make sure no one was watching as he caught Nyx around the middle to try and haul him along.

Nyx hissed louder and gave him a kick in the shin. "I said I would not take you as a client again!"

The man hadn't been too rough or violent, those things didn't bother Nyx at all. No, this man had almost been too friendly, calling often after their encounter and sending Nyx little gifts. Usually he loved that sort of thing, but this man... He made him uneasy.

"I have money, you could just let me look after you," the man said, trying to soothe him. "I could be good for you..."

Nyx bit down hard on his shoulder, sharp teeth piercing through the man's uniform. That seemed to be the final straw as the man moved to strike him.

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[tempting_the_fates]

"Why not go now?" Nyx asked. "Why not leave now? This place is dull. You could have better things."

[just_hex]

"I haven't found anywhere I'd rather be," he replied. "And no place sounds like fun all alone."

He smiled softly.

"Sounds like fun with someone like you, though..."

[tempting_the_fates]

"I am fun," Nyx agreed, ears perking up a bit.

He was already half bare, and started to tug at Hex's clothes.

[just_hex]

Hex nodded once and reached for the hem to peel it off. He had the body of a fighter, of an athlete, his strength written in every muscle cut.

"How much fun?" he asked, catching Nyx's wrist tight enough to hold, but broken easily if the prince desired.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx looked startled, but to his credit didn't lash out. Instead he tilted his head slightly, considering Hex.

He was very fit, and his gaze lingered on his chest a moment, before meeting his gaze again.

"I don't know how you measure fun, but I'd rate myself exceptionally high," he decided, before testing the other man a little in return by leaning in and biting down on his shoulder just hard enough to hurt.

[just_hex]

Hex's breath hitched and he caught hold of Nyx to keep him close.

"That's fun," he confirmed...when he could catch his breath.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx started to purr, licking the wound clean, even though it was just marks.

"Yes, fun," he grinned. "You are going to be fun," he decided.

[just_hex]

"Mmhmm," he intended, distracted by pushing his fingers into Nyx's hair. A thumb traced the case of his ear, then he kissed him, eager and hungry.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx purred when Hex touched his ear, especially sensitive there. When he kissed Hex back it was hungry, aggressive even.

He clawed at the other man a little, almost as though he was trying to climb inside him.

[just_hex]

Hex enjoyed the kiss, the heat of it. With a few exceptions for older females, Hex's people tended to be calm lovers. Curious and adventurous, but calm.

As he stroked Nyx's ear again, Hex caught his lip in his teeth to nip playfully.

"You taste good," he murmured.

[tempting_the_fates]

Calm wasn't even in Nyx's vocabulary.

"Yes, I'm delicious. So are you," he added, licking a long line up Hex's neck.

[just_hex]

Hex had a weak hold on his ability and as Nyx's tongue neared his ear, him mind went blank. The pleasure was perfect and his desire radiated off him like heat.

"Nyx," he said softly, then caught him to kiss him again, hungrier than before.

[tempting_the_fates]

"You're hungry," Nyx said, purring in approval. "Do you want a taste?" he offered, nudging them over to the bed.

[just_hex]

"A taste," he repeated, nodding as he made his way to the bed.

It was only there that he let go of Nyx to slip out of his clothes. He 2as strong enough it was clear he won many fights.

Strength that had him pulling Nyx to the bed once he was bare, too.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx admired him as they settled on the mattress, running his hand over bare skin.

"Tell me more about your fights. How it makes you feel... Tell me stories and secrets. I want them."

[just_hex]

Hex's fingers curled into a fist as he thought about it, pulling away enough to look at him.

"My fights are fast. Fast and brutal," he said. "I've never killed anyone..."

It seemed like an unspoken yet hung in the air.

"I...like making people hurt," he confessed.

[tempting_the_fates]

"That much bloodlust can be a weakness," Nyx replied. "You need to learn to control it. Balance it. If you ever want to use it with any sort of grace."

[just_hex]

At that, Hex's smile slipped into something aa touch wicked.

"You haven't even seen me fight yet," he whispered. "You don't know grace..."

It was grace, strength, speed, and a bit of surprise that had him grab Nyx, twist him up, throw him down, and pin him in place. He could hurt him so easily, could break him, but he didn't. He was shocking careful to not hurt him. Not any more than he had to, anyway.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx hissed a little, but didn't fight the other man's hold on him. It was clear he was startled, not angry.

[just_hex]

Hex held him down securely and kissed him. His mouth, his throat, his shoulders...

He only let go of his grip on Nyx's arms because they fell out of his grip as he slid lower and lower down the prince's body.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx pushed up a little on his elbows, watching him.

"You are handsome," he noted.

[just_hex]

Hex stopped and looked up the length of Nyx's body at him. His dark eyes sparkled and his smile was sweet and boyish.

"I like that you think so," he said, then began to lick shapes around Nyx's navel.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx purred a bit, toes curling. Though he was a little annoyed when Hex didn't call him attractive in return.

He knew he was pretty, but he liked being told it- Preferably while having his ears scratched and gifts offered to him.

"Is that all you like?" he asked with a huff.

[just_hex]

Hex smiled just a little more when he realized Nyx wouldn't realize his 'decorum'. By custom and etiquette, Hex couldn't say thanks for something he didn't find true, but he wouldn't invalidate another. At home, the dance would be familiar. Another Betazoid would know the 'proper' reply so everyone's feelings were soothed.

The more time he spent with Nyx, the more he realized they weren't dancing together at all. They were barely speaking the same language. As uncomfortable as it was to be as direct as the prince, Hex pushed down the instinct that told him every word he spoke was the height of rudeness.

"I like that you're pretty. Prettier than me. I like your hair is soft. I like how you taste. I like when you make the noise when I go..."

He locked his mouth on Nyx's hip and sucked a kiss there.

"I like how you struggle. I like when you hiss," he admitted, kissing him again as nerves overtook him.

"I like you..." Hex whispered against Nyx's skin.

He knew anything else would tremble from his lips.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx purred louder at the praise, lapping it up like the sweetest treat he'd ever been given. He was oblivious to Hex's discomfort, not one to pick up on such things, though he could smell something like unease...

Feeling bold, he used his hips to try and roll them over, squirming and wriggling beneath Hex.

"You are strange to me, am I strange to you?" he asked. "You have so many feelings, some make no sense to me," he admitted.