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A deep rumbling growl, very nearly a purr, thrummed through the living room. Namir could feel the vibrations of it in his arms and his chest as he encircled the lithe muscular form he had draped himself over. He smiled gently against powerful shoulders, before bracing his lithe frame on his elbows; stretching upwards to press soft reverent kisses along the back of a neck, trailing to the crown of a head where he could breath in the scent of fresh rain and animal musk. Little words of praise fell from his lips, soft whispers meant for his beloved, who squirmed under him in pleasure at all the attention.
“Would you please fucking cut that out?” An irritated voice cut in from the kitchen area.
Namir immediately looked up from where he was lounging across Echo's back in front of the fireplace, his bright blue eyes finding Alkar standing at the small island with a half finished sandwich and an irritated scowl firmly in place. The witch and his feline companion had just come back from a fruitless search for a field boggart, a search that naturally had to occur on a day when it was raining buckets. Both Namir and the leopard were now toweled down (Namir also having stripped to just his harem pants and collar), blissfully drinking in the warmth of the fire blazing in the hearth. He'd asked the half-lycan to join them of course but Alkar had brushed off the invitation.
It was something Namir had noticed happening more frequently since the wolf had started living with them in the house he'd finally broken down and bought so he could leave those scratchy tavern sheets behind for good. And so he could stop having to sneak Alkar and Omen up to his room at the tavern like a dirty secret. He loved them both and the last thing the witch wanted was for the two amazing men in his life to think they were anything less to him than partners. Equals in every way including the right to come and go, or live side by side, as they wished. But now…
Alkar’s ears flicked irritably under Namir's narrowed gaze. “What?” he snapped, picking up his sandwich and coming over to sit on the couch to finish it.
Namir watched the wolf's gait intently, but kept his expression carefully pleasant in spite of his lovers attitude. If there was one thing Namir had learned over recent months with Alkar it was that the lycan was never cross without a reason no matter how out of left field his mood might seem to others. He was bothered, and heaven knew he'd never just come out and say why, so Namir decided to take it as the challenge it so clearly was. Alkar would, after deciding he really did love and trust him, present little challenges like this. He just wanted a little push back; a little reminder and yes maybe proof that Namir was wise to him.
“What-what?” He asked cheerfully, relaxing back down to lay draped over his big cat. It hardly escaped him that Alkar's shoulders tightened briefly as he did; that little wrinkle between his brows deepening. Oh he was glad to push. But he would damn well do it on his terms.
Alkar was hardly an idiot. He was being baited by his lover and that shit was SO not on. He snorted and took a bite of his sandwich, ignoring the playful question, his tail twitching beside him. He wasn’t going to give himself away this time. No way.
Oh but then didn't Namir just have to shrug, lithe muscles sliding under that cinnamon brown skin. His exposed ink giving the illusion that he too had glorious rosettes patterning him… part man, part animal. Namir never complained about his attitudes; just always outlasted them somehow and waited until he was ready to share. Alkar could feel his heart softening at the thought, crimson eyes turning less sullen. At least until he watched those elegant hands card their way through plush inky fur. Watched Namir return to placing sweet soppy kisses over Echo's broad head as the sound of purrs began to reverberate again.
Namir had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling as a loud growl came from the couch. He pretended not to notice, burying his face in Echo's pelt and shifting with her as she rolled to enjoy the warmth of the hearth belly first. “Such a beautiful girl.” He murmured, testing his theory a bit more and hearing the distinct sound of a sandwich being forcefully put down. He looked back over his shoulder to see Alkar glaring daggers at them with a hard frown on his scarred lips.
“Is there a problem with the food?” He asked kindly.
“No. I just found myself loosing my fucking appetite.” Was the wolf's annoyed reply, the ears on top of his head folded nearly flat.
Namir rolled himself so he was back to back with his cat, facing Alkar and propping himself up on one elbow, resting his head at a thoughtful angle. His black and white mane loose, like he only ever did here. At home. For them. “I see. That's troubling. Are you feeling ill?” he asked patiently. Watching as his lovers glaring turned into something a little softer.
“No, I'm not sick.” Alkar told him, honestly and a lot less sharply. He felt his face heat up as the young witch rewarded him with a languid smile. Something slow and just so damned pleased looking that it never failed to turn him into butter. Knowing that he inspired it, even for something as simple as adjusting his tone.
“Well that's good I suppose.” Namir said, cocking his head, little strands of white falling carelessly across his bright blue eyes. “Still, to loose your appetite so suddenly isn't a good thing. Sure you're not feeling a little green?”
The blush and stricken look that flashed over the wolf's handsome face was nothing short of adorable to Namir, but before Alkar could do more than sputter he added- “Around the gills I mean. C’mere,” he flashed a grin, patting the rug he was sprawling on. “Why don't you come warm me up some more? See if we can bring your appetite back?”
Alkar looked seriously tempted… for a moment. Then leaned back into the couch with a rough snort and folded his arms.
“Nah. You look like you've got all the company you need.” He said, definitely NOT pouting as he jerked his chin towards the big cat lounging behind Namir. Echo (mostly oblivious to the trouble she had stirred up) simply yawned extravagantly and wriggled to lay on her back. Alkar was then treated to the sight of his Hunter’s eyebrows arching up towards his hairline as his own stomach plummeted. Shit. How did he do it?
Namir bit his full lower lip, just watching the look of ‘oh crap' steal across Alkar's handsome features as he was caught out. That the half lycan could be so accepting with him and Omen together, or even on the few occasions that Finn decided to tease them, yet be utterly envious of his familiar… it was pretty damned cute. A pretty damn cute problem he was going to nip in the bud right now. Namir didn’t tease him or call him out. He just slid to his feet, bare soles whispering over the wood and various colorful woven rugs, strolling over to the couch and never breaking contact with those ruby eyes. Not even as he straddled his lover's lap and settled his hands over those broad shoulders, rubbing at the sides of his neck as Alkar flushed darker and finally had to look away.
“Let me make this clear,” Namir began, softly, his voice warm like the fire behind him. Like the wolf under him.
“If I invite you over, it means I want you by my side. Company or no company. If I don't then you're to understand from here on out that you are fully welcome anyway. And lastly…”
Namir tilted his head and leaned sideways until he could recapture Alkar's eyes, seeing the little hint there still of fear. Like he was waiting for the condition to be placed, for Namir to tell him when he wouldn't be accepted. It was much fainter than before, and the young witch was determined to keep working until it never troubled his beloved's heart again. Not where he and Omen were concerned at least.
“Last, but not least. I will never not spoil my baby girl over there.” He informed Alkar as his tone slid into something deeper. “But if you ever want to be spoiled too you only have to ask.” Namir purred, his hands tangling in those brown locks, feeling for and finding fluffy pointed ears to massage them firmly. It earned him a groan and soft curse as two strong hands took hold of his hips, which he began to roll as he dipped in for a kiss. Something soft and tender, nose to nose and smiling at one another.
“I-huh. I thought that's what I did?” Alkar finally managed, growling and starting to rock in time, about two seconds from ripping off Namir's pants and his own. He was rewarded with a laugh. Something light and loving and so at odds with the passionate kiss that followed it; with the rocking and those clever hands roaming down over his throat, loosening his vest and shirt.
“Not quite. But thankfully I've learned to read you loud and clear.” Namir murmured, his breath playing over Alkar's face but still not breathless enough for the lycan who'd finally yanked at those pants to reach more of his warmed silken skin.
“You're adorable when you're jealous though, pup.” Namir added, before the wolf under him swiftly became the wolf over him with a wild growl and delicious little threats that they both knew Alkar wouldn't follow up on.
[Bio] Namir Kahlee
