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Date Posted: 00:21:55 03/15/02 Fri
Author: Rowan
Subject: Well phooey
In reply to: Marz 's message, "It's damn hard for me to stay out of trouble" on 09:40:24 03/14/02 Thu

Rowan was slightly startled when Marz suddenly pulled him forward and pressed his mouth against his own. He didn’t know why he should be caught so off guard, either; not only had they both just made fools of themselves by flirting outrageously in public, but it was also pretty obvious that in the relationship the kid shared with Tristan, he was the aggressor. Rowan felt his whole body quiver with the desire that single, passionate kiss they shared ignited within him, and he lifted himself up, snaking his arms around Marz’s youthfully slim waist and pushing their hips together.

Conversely enough, he wasn’t at all surprised when the boy suddenly turned shy on him. (Well, not that the word shy could ever be used in reference to this kid, but…well, anyway...) Rowan crossed his arms over his chest and stared at his toes, biting his lip as he tried to regain control over his body again. Marz was apparently doing the same thing, hunched on the ground, sitting on his heels with his chin tucked downward. I guess that’s that, Rowan thought with a silent chuckling, absently running his hands through his damp hair.

He sighed and nodded, mostly to himself, when Marz could finally explain himself. Now, Rowan wasn’t going to lie—Tristan was one hot little dragon. Shit, all the dragons were hot. Some of the males tended to feminize themselves a bit too much for his taste, but the females truly went beyond any man’s wildest dreams. Both sexes rarely moved where public mortal eyes could see them; the few Rowan had met had deigned to attend political meetings and very high-class social gatherings.

He’d always been a little bit in awe of the warriors, both male and female. Tristan was one of those, even if he was an outcast. Rowan couldn’t decide whether Marz was lucky or just plain stupid to be bedding him. Of course there were those rumors about how having sex with a dragon would burn you alive, from the inside out, but hell, only thieves and beggars believed street rumors. Well, then again, Rowan was a thief himself nowadays, but he just figured it to mean the pretty little lizards must be dynamite between the sheets.

He laughed softly when Marz confessed to lusting after half the members in their group. “Only half?” he muttered, deciding it would be easier to count the people he didn’t want to drag into a dark corner somewhere. He’d only nabbed Jeremy so far (and he admitted, he had a good time. He loved that kid, he really did. A real honor to be of service), and thought he’d been about to score with Marz here, but oh well. Some issues had cropped up. Hey, it happened. Couldn’t win ‘em all every time.

“Do you think I'm crazy for loving Tristan,” Marz was saying, fixing him with an unusually thoughtful look, “and at the same time wanting to indulge in the sins of the flesh with others? Is it wrong for me to be having all these lustful desires for you simply because we're both half naked and hidden away in this cave together?”

“Hey, one at a time, kid,” Rowan said, chuckling a little as he too slid to the ground, taking a seat a healthy distance away from Marz. He tried to look at everything but his nearly naked young companion, but it was simply too much to ask of himself at the moment. Instead, he tried to keep his thoughts as clean and innocent as possible. Naturally, he failed miserably, remembering in vivid detail how those long-fingered hands lying in the boy’s lap had grabbed his hips so forcefully and…

He cleared his throat. Geez, he was really too old for this, he really was. Puberty was what, ten, fifteen years ago? Maybe if he just tried to think of something else, something to get his mind off of it. Suddenly, a perfect image of his sister, glaring at him, leapt into his head. He sighed contentedly. Perfect.

“To answer you first question—yes, I think you’re crazy for loving Tristan. Look, I know he’s a good-looking kid, but he’s mean, and nasty, and stubborn, ornery, sulky as all get out, and…” He narrowed his eyes, remembering that old rumor he’d been thinking about earlier. “What is it, anyway? Come on, kid, you can tell me. After all the crap you must put up with…it’s the sex, isn’t it? What’s he like in bed?”

Uh oh. Thinking too much about Tristan’s much more pleasant exterior wasn’t going to help at all. He recalled that time a while back when they had shared a roc together, and he had to hold on tight to the dragon’s lithe figure, the silly little thing drowsy as all hell as he let himself lean back into Rowan’s embrace…

“Never mind,” he muttered, shaking his head and going on before Marz could interrupt. “I know, I know, that wasn’t the question anyway.” He sighed. “No, of course I don’t think you’re nuts for lusting after other people while still being in love.” He actually laughed a little. “Who the hell made that term up, by the way, sins of the flesh? Nothing sinly about it, as far as I’m concerned. Here’s a little bit of advice my old friend Finch used to tell me: stuff like that is only sinful if you’re feeling guilty about it. Cause if your body isn’t listening,” he tapped at the side of his head, “Your conscience always is. Your heart, too.”

Unless you’re a cold-blooded, slave-driving bastard of a dragon, he thought, but he kept that part to himself. Not exactly the type of thing to say to a dragon’s devoted lover.

“Of course,” he continued, shrugging innocently, “It’s only natural for you to want me right now. I mean—“ he had the grace to blush, “Not necessarily me in particular, but anyone you find attractive, just being in this type of situation. Now personally, I’ll admit I’ve been in bed with someone and fully enjoyed myself while picturing the face of the one I loved the whole time. That’s not exactly wrong, I don’t think, it’s just something we do. Of course,” he gave Marz a pointed look, “I didn’t exactly have anyone who loved me back, either. Maybe there’s a difference there. I wouldn’t know. I think you know, deep down, that that’s the type of thing only you can decide for yourself.”

He paused for a while, letting his words sink in before adding as an afterthought. “So you lust after some of the people in our little group, huh?” He grinned. “Have to say I’m privileged to be one of them. But if I ever,” his look turned a bit less playful, “I mean ever, see you looking at my sister that way, you’ll be in some real trouble, then.” He gave him a wink to take the sting out of his words, but his meaning was still clear. Hell, he could play the nosy, annoying sibling game, too, if he wanted.

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