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Date Posted: 10:14:25 02/22/02 Fri
Author: Marz
Subject: This kitchen is a popular place!

Marz snapped out of his euphoric state when a knock sounded on the door. With a rather dumbfounded look on his face he stared at Val. What was he doing here, and why did he have to show up now? The healer had interrupted the most profoundly beautiful moment of Marz's life. Luckily, he was feeling much too exhilarated and giddy to be truly angry at Val.

He shifted his dark eyes to Tristan while the healer tended to his injures that he had completely forgotten about. The dragon gazed at him in stupefied wonder, which was pretty much how Marz felt at the moment. He had no explanation for what just happened between them, yet eagerly looked forward to it happening again and again. There were no words to describe how utterly content he felt. It was as if he existed in perfect harmony with the entire world for a few brief moments in time. Somehow he knew that he and Tristan were powerful enough to do just about anything while sharing that altered state of consciousness, yet he had no idea how they would go about accomplishing a single thing.

Marz was so lost within his lover's eyes that he forgot about Valhorek once again until the healer spoke up. He could feel the packet of herbs in his own hand although it was Tristan who actually held it. Grinning at the strange phenomenon, he turned his head to accept the kiss he knew that his lover was about to place on his lips. The unique connection they shared was finally severed when Tristan broke all contact with him and rushed off to the kitchen.

The ex-gang leader blinked at the retreating figure of his soul mate and immediately crashed down from whatever high he had been on. Normalcy returned swiftly, leaving him feeling happy yet a little empty inside, as if a necessary part of him had been ripped away. He glanced down at his blood-covered clothing and tried to remember where he left his pack. The kitchen came to mind as he ran a hand through his hair, which was sticky with blood. Obviously, there wouldn't be any sunken tubs in this tower like the one in Kazabet's palace. But, there had to be a well or an underground spring somewhere since the Sharm couldn’t survive without a fresh water supply.

When he spotted the trunk at the foot of the bed, he swung his legs over the side of the mattresses and stood. Surprisingly, he felt no dizziness or weakness of any sort, and made his way to the trunk easily. Since his mind wasn't conditioned to think like that of a thief's, he flipped open the lid without even thinking about possible traps. He found a couple of dull gray, monkish togas inside along with some normal garments and other personal items.

Marz removed his tattered shirt, replacing it with a dark brown one he pulled from the trunk. The garment hung on him like a sack since it was much too large, but it would have to do for now. After finding a brush, he returned to sit on the bed and tried to work out the caked up blood from his hair. He stopped his fierce brushing when Tristan entered the room and handed him a mug of hot liquid. The awful smell of whatever he mixed into the tea made him cringe. He took a deep breath then gulped some of the concoction down, emitting a loud YUCK when he finished.

"What was that?" Tristan asked, drawing his attention.

Immediately, Marz knew what he was asking about. A smile caressed his lips when his lover reached out to touch his cheek. "I don’t know what it was," he answered honestly. He held Tristan's eyes for a moment then forced the rest of the tea down before moving away to set the empty cup on a nearby table.

After running the brush through his hair a couple more times, he tossed it on the bed then sat down beside the dragon. "It was incredibly awesome, whatever it was," he said, running a hand along Tristan's thigh. "I don't know about you, but I've never felt anything like that before in my life."

He pulled back the too-long sleeves of his shirt before placing his hands on the sides of Tristan's face and teasing his lips with a number of feather light kisses. "I have to find our pack so I can change clothes," he whispered, while his mouth nibbled a fiery path along his lover's neck that invoked a soft moan from the dragon. "I think I left it on the counter in the kitchen." He lost all desire for further talk when a more important urge gripped him. Gently, he pushed Tristan down on the bed, his hands working at the laces of his leather pants while he tenderly sucked on his bottom lip.

They both jumped when they heard a loud boom that seemed to shake the foundation of the tower. "What the hell?" Marz quipped. He got to his feet and pulled Tristan up beside him, the erotic moment forgotten. They raced into the kitchen where they found some of their companions on their feet, looking as perplexed as they felt.

When no further rumblings or loud booms occurred after a few minutes, everyone relaxed a little and reclaimed their seats. Marz grumbled under his breath then checked on the beef he had cooking before filling two mugs with java. He nodded at the table and once Tristan sat down, he slipped into the chair next to his, handing him one of the mugs.

Marz chuckled when he saw that Saras was practically hanging all over Ravin then his thoughts turned dark once again. "Where's Erlic?" he asked, glancing from Corum to Ravin. "I want him to get some information to Dalo about Tegol." Of course he hadn't been involved in Tegol's organization for nearly a year now, but believed that the crimelord still retained the safe houses and other buildings that he knew about. Hopefully, Tegol would be found in one of them, or at least Eremis.

He rested his hand on Tristan's knee under the table while waiting for some reply and wondering where the rest of their companions were. It certainly took the women a long time to pick out some new clothing!

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