OOC: This thread will have mature content. It will contain violence and infrequent coarse language. It will also have sex scenes and nudity later on. Gyr'taan roamed around in his home under the buildings. He was walking about, making sure that things were in place, or fixed up into a neat and tidy spot. With a damp cloth, he wiped over dirty spots, gathering up the dirt to make the place clean. He was in one of those moods for cleaning spaces and sopts that have dust and dirt. He vacuumed before he started wiping with a damp rag. With the carpets clean, they were safe to walk on. With the dirt gathered up in the cloth, he went to the kitchen and threw it in the bin. Kneeling his right side of the body onto the kitchen bench, he took in air from his nose, not picking up any impurity smells. Perfect. It was clean. There was only one thing that the pendragon could do next. Sit down and computerize on the computers. He walked over to the screen, sitting down on the seat, then started to type. On the large screen, there was a program that Gyr seem to be using. The small computers had pictures of the outside on them. They were linked to security cameras so he could keep an eye on the outside. He hoped that Ujjyf was coming today. He was expecting him to come, since he was a permanent guest in Gyr's home. Though he was a yki, Gyr didn't mind. He was cute and Gyr surely want the yki to know about how he felt about him. They basically have the same history of abuse or being bullied. Gyr never expected his father to act this bad after what happened. What really happened back then?
Ujjyf walked down the street toward Gyr's home, carrying his bag in one hand and a child's book of the alphabet in the other. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, and he didn't notice he was holding the book upside down as he struggled to decipher the words on the page. Learning English was harder than he'd expected; he didn't quite have the knack of it. Gyr'taan was a good teacher, though. Ujjyf grinned slightly at the thought. Gyr was a good teacher. A good friend, too, not that he was a very good judge on friends. He liked Gyr, though. Maybe more than he should; he got butterflies in his stomach whenever he was around the older male. Not that he cared if that was wrong. And Gyr would most certainly be disappointed if he didn't memorize the alphabet before he got home; they'd moved on to reading when they'd gotten as far as they could with speech in the little amount of time that had passed. Ujjyf had insisted. A thill walking by noticed Ujjyf reading the book upside down and giggled, stopping in front of him. She grabbed the book, turning it the right way before she continued on her path. Ujjyf stared in shock as the words began to make sense. "Welcome!" He called, of course meaning "thanks" and getting strange looks from passersby.
With the many thoughts running through his mind, Gyr'taan couldn't help but feel that something bad was going to happen. Though he's hate to admit it, it was a bad feeling. he didn't know when or where, but it was gong to happen. Outside along the street of Watani walked a mysterious hooded pendragon, dressed quick well actually. He was following this dark colored yki to where ever he was going. When ever the yki looked like he was gonna turn around, the pendragon would hide in the shadows, or behind something. In his memory, it was like this: The gang members reported back with a picture of a yki that was seen leaving Gyr's home alley. The hooded pendagon examined the picture. "Is this the one?" he asked demandingly. The members couldn't help but nod in a yes. The hooded pendragon then didn't sleep that night. He wanted his hands on the yki. He wasn't going to let this boy influence the pendragon's son with his smut. Today, he was still going to keep that vow he made to himself. The yki must die. Gyr then got another bad feeling about an event that will happen. It seemed to be about Ujjyf. He started to worry about it. He could feel anger towards Ujjyf. Was it...? No, it couldn't be. Mabye it was just his family again. Gyr didn't worry much aboutit. Mabye it will just all blow over.
Ujjyf couldn't shake the feeling he was being hunted; it made the fur all down his spine stand on end. He did his best to ignore it, however; dangerous things didn't live in big cities. His old instincts were playing tricks on him...even if they'd never lied before... Oh well. He was almost back to Gyr's, anyway. Grinning happily, he swung into an alley, pausing half-way down when he came to an unfamiliar letter in the alphabet book he held. Tilting his head, he frowned at the page, turning the book this way and that as he struggled to figure it out, completely unaware of his surroundings.
The hooded pendragon continued to follow the yki until he took a turn into Gyr'taan's alley. Keeping his eyes upon the black yki, the pendragon thought this was the best moment to get him while his guard was down. The timing was right, the distraction was right. Everything was right. The pendragon started to move slowly, picking up pace as he approached the yki. He was so close that he grabbed the younger boys shoulder and threw him against the wall. Wit quick steps, he grabbed the boys throut. "Go you at last," he said with evil. Gyr'taan was still typing on his computer. With his abilities on the computer, he can hack into networks and computer systems without being detected. Not even the U.S.R's defence systems wouldn't even pick up his hackings. He's like the third greatest hackers in the whole of Ramath. He still worried about Ujjyf. All the feelings that he felt, he was worrying something bad was going to happen.
Ujjyf's head bounced off the wall, leaving him momentarily dazed. The sudden lack of oxygen didn't help any; he began mumbling breathlessly in Ramathian, incoherent words he didn't realize he was saying. When his eyes could finally focus again, he realized his position and began struggling, his hands coming up in an attempt to grab the hooded 'dragon's wrist while his legs kicked out, trying to claw at the 'dragon's stomach. There had been no need for him to be angry in quite a while; he was pretty sure he didn't know how anymore. He'd had Gyr to protect him for months while he was taught English. Despite the fact he was about ready to pass out from lack of air, his movements becoming weak and his body feeling heavy, he let out a weak attempt at a snarl, drawing in as much breath as he could. It wasn't enough.
The hooded pendragon again threw the yki to the other wall. His anger was still in him, since he was angry all the time. However, mabye he could do some sweet talk for now. "I'll give two seconds to answer this. Now I can let you go as long as you stop coming near my bastard son of mine. I don't want anymore shit inside his head." He approached the blood coughing yki as he ran his left hand index finger from Ujjyf's neck up to his chin, lifting his head up. "He doesn't care about you, you know. All he wants to do his fuck you, then make you run home crying with a broken heart. I can let you leave you know and spare you the trouble of letting run home broken hearted. Two seconds to repond." That wasn't much of a generous offer, but that was generous enough to him. Two seconds past. No answer. "Too bad." He then slammed his left fist into the yki's stomach. Gyr'taan shifted his sight from the computer to the video camera. He saw that his father had his hands on Ujjyf. Seeing this, the pendragon bolted out of the seat to find his bow and quiver. He ran to his room, searching the place for them. He found them in the wardrobe then bolted out of the room.
The cloaked 'dragons words rang through Ujjyf's head, repeating over and over. He didn't understand, couldn't understand why the 'dragon seemed to hate him so much. There were regular pendragons with dark fur, and this arden didn't seem to be yki. He was saying things, but he spoke too quickly for Ujjyf's jumbled mind to keep up. He thought it best to keep quiet for now, falling into a chilling silence, his eyes glazing over as his mind wandered somewhere else, waiting for the beating to be over. His body relaxed in the ardens' hold, so the blows would hurt a little less, and he stared at the space behind his tormentor's shoulder.
Gued had to finish the mut off with one more blow. Yes, one more blow. "As much as I miss you, I'll let you die peacefully now." At that point, Gued raised his free hand with his claws out. This was it. No more Yki. The blow to the head seemed up Gued's alley to finish this yki mut off. He then lashed an impaling blow, only to be interrupted with a loud screech in pain, that seemed to have echoed on that the whole town could hear it. When he regained, he found that his hand was impaled by an arrow, that was able to identied as to who shot it. Gyr'taan. Gued shifted his sight to find Gyr with another arrow ready. Gyr prepared his next arrow for Gued if he didn't let go of Ujjyf. "Drop him!" Gyr was glad to see that the yki still was breathing. That's all that matters. "Drop him now!" Gued wasn't going to let go, but since Gyr'taan was holding the cards, he released the yki from his grip.
Instinct--and past experience--guided Ujjyf into a curled position on the ground once the arden let go. He was still dead to the world, his mind far off in the snowy mountains his clan called home, but his body knew the motions that needed to be taken to lessen the damage. In a way, it was a good thing he'd been through beatings before. His peers had done it many times, so he'd gained new reflexes. He put his arms over his head, wrapped his wings around his body tightly, and became very small, curling as tightly as he could and staying there until the scent of his tormentor stopped tickling his nose.
Luckily, Gyr'taan was in time to intefere with the last blow, however, he was too late to stop Gued from even touching Ujjyf. Gyr's heart filled with anger. Why would... his father do it. "Bastard. What is wrong with you? Going after him. Are you even yourself anymore?" Gyr quickly looked at the yki, only seeing that he curled up in ball. Gued looked at his son with a evil look. Gyr should have got the hint. "the yki's crap isn't helping much with you. I'm simply removing the object in your path." "My path? Are you even Pendragon? My path is directed be me and only me. You don't want me to fail. ZSince when did you even care about me?" Gued was getting annoyed. "I don't need to care, brat. Not all fathers need to care." "Enough. I don't know who or what you are anymore, but give my father back to me. Now!" Gued didn't take much heed to Gyr's words. He just turned away and started walking. "Pathetic." Gyr watched as his father walked off. Anger was still filled his heart more. He wasn't his father anymore, but a monster. Gyr quickly gave his attention to Ujjyf, that was still curled up into a ball. Gyr rushed to him, giving him little shakes to get his attention. He hoped he was safe. Instead, Gyr his arms under Ujjyf's back and lifted him up to carry him back inside. He wasn't that heavy. Once inside, Gyrplaced him on his bed. After which, he ran out of the room to fetch the medical supplies. Bandages, disinfectants, things to help with beatings and bruises. Even a suture kit.
Ujjyf couldn't get it out of his head; he'd been beaten, for no reason, simply picked off the street. He didn't answer Gyr's worried voice; he couldn't bring himself to. Feeling himself lifted, he uncurled just enough to latch onto Gyr's neck, burying his face in the arden's shoulder. He was reluctant to let go when Gyr lay him down, but he obeyed what he took as a silent command and curled up on the bed, staring blankly at the wall across from him. There was nothing Gyr could do to pull Ujjyf out of this depression, not this time. That's what Ujjyf kept telling himself; he had to remember this, had to remember why he'd hated 'dragons all his life. He couldn't let Gyr soften him toward the world. He'd just felt so alone... Whimpering, he promised himself he wouldn't respond to Gyr's touch, promised he would suppress his strange fascination with the arden. It would be harder than he thought.
Gyr hurried back into his bedroom which Ujjyf was lying in. Holding his medical kit, he came up beside the yki, chacking the spots that were badly bruised, cut, and slashed. When he looked at the yki's eyes, he saw that there was emptiness and loneliness. He did say that he felt unloved, but Gyr's father pushed it too far. Right now, Gyr took his arm, wrapping it in a bandage. He did it slowly, so Ujjyf wouldn't feel much pain. Moving up his arm, he start to bandage around the shoulder area. He started around the stomach and torso area. Taking a long length of bandage, He started to wrap around those areas. He lifted the yki's back a little so he could get the bandage around the torso and stomach. He areas are so tender, just touching it would make it feel pain. Gyr'taan wanted to make sure that Ujjyf knows that he isn't alone. He had strong feelings for him. Strong... feelings. He wanted Ujjyf to know that he was loved.
Ujjyf trembled at Gyr's touch, even if he was just bandaging the wounds. He couldn't stop himself; the touch was so gentle, so different from what even those who'd cared about him back home had given, that his heart filled with love and opened to this arden, despite how much he didn't want it to. His eyes opened wide and filled with life as the word passed through his mind; love! That's what he felt, not fascination or just like. Love. Had he ever felt love before? Yes, but not this love, not this fluttering in his stomach whenever Gyr touched him, not the tug on his heart when Gyr smiled at him. Swallowing, Ujjyf took a deep, shuddering breath, flinching at the pain in his ribs. Despite how feather-light the brush of Gyr's fingers was, it hurt, and he couldn't ignore it. But the fact that Gyr cared enough to be that gentle gave Ujjyf hope; maybe not all 'dragons were so mean, maybe he didn't hate all of them. Waiting until Gyr had finished wrapping him up, Ujjyf rolled over, staring up at Gyr for a long moment, trying to see what the arden felt before he spoke. "I...I love you." He spoke in Ramathian, because he was sure he would mess it up in English. "Please, do not be happy." Meaning, of course, angry; hopefully Gyr knew him well enough to know what he meant if he'd messed up, speaking in English now to make Gyr happy.
Gyr just finished wrapping Ujjyf up with the bandages. Now, the only thing left is to wait for Ujjyf to recover from the injuries, which means he would need to stay for a while. He repacked the medical kit, and reached for the rag to wipe off the remaining blood, however, he froze at the three words that Ujjyf spoke in Ramathian. He looked paralyzed, he just acted like a frozen 'Dragon. He made movement by turning to look at the yki. Ujjyf continued by say please don't be happy. Happy? Maybe, he meant angry or upset. Gyr isn't that clueless. Gyr did have a reply. A close... reply. He leaned over the bed until he was over the yki's body, planting a kiss upon his soft, tender lips. He could taste the blood that was remaining in the yki's mouth, but he just ignored it. He just wanted to enjoy this moment. He pulled away a little, keeping his muzzle close to Ujjyf's muzzle, whispering "Why would I be angry?"
Ujjyf trembled even more when Gyr kissed him, his eyes falling closed as his head spun. He didn't have an answer to the arden's question, though he was sure he might have had Gyr not wiped his memory of everything else that had happened that day. Instead, he shifted a little, moving to return the kiss, a soft whine pushing it's way through his clogged throat. He hardly cared when his injuries began throbbing, reaching up to wrap his arms around Gyr's neck, his heart pounding. He murmured the words again, unable to believe they could be so true.
Gyr looked at the arms that was wrapping around his neck. His eyes half closed, full of love for the yki. He wanted to be with him, to protect him. It may enrage his father more, but what does he care. As a response, Gyr kissed Ujjyf again, letting his tongue gently play around his the yki's tongue. His eyes closed completely. He just hims o much, he wanted to express it more. He place his right hand gently upon the yki's chest. With soft movements, he start to rub around the area, making his chest injuries feel better.
Another soft sound tore itself from the yki's throat as Ujjyf eagerly returned the kiss, shifting against Gyr more fully. He wanted...no, needed to be with this 'dragon, to hold him...touch him... Ujjyf groaned when Gyr began rubbing the injury on his chest, and pulled away to take a deep, ragged breath, the pain disipitating and leaving a burning feeling in its wake. "Gyr'taan..." He whimpered, begging for some unknown thing, wishing he could be closer, somehow, wishing he could show the 'dragon above him how much he loved him. "Gyr..." He began again, finding himself unable to continue for the second time, completely lost. Hopefully Gyr would know what to do.
OOC: Forgive my rustiness. Gyr couldn't take it. His heary was full of love, passion was running through his veins, a spark was intensifying, his life was changing. Ujjyf was trying to say something more than just Gyr's name, but he couldn't quite get it. Gyr knew what Ujjyf was trying to say. For that, Gyr did something different. Gyr's hand that was on the yki's chest started to move down over the stomach. He did it softly and gently. He wouldn't dare try to even hurt him. His hand went further down, until it reach the one place were it was going. With stroking movements of that hand, he softly rubbed the yki's genitals. Gyr wanted to show Ujjyf more. He moved his head to the left side of the yki's head and began to lick his the yki's left ear. He wanted to show him more, so he began to sliver down, just started to nibbled gently under his neck. With his free hand, he slid it under the yki's head. He was a gentle creature, someone away from the meaning of harm. He took things further by letting his tongue sliver down to his lover's chest. While his other hand was stroking Ujjyf's shaft, Gyr started to flick one of the yki's soft nipples around with his tongue. He did wonder if it was a bit too quick going through this, but he wanted to show the yki his love for him.
ooc: Only if you'll forgive mine. :) Ujjyf gasped as Gyr began touching him, his eyes closing as his head lolled against the 'dragon's chest, only to be supported by his other hand. He didn't know what to do, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate as Gyr began nibbling at his ear, then his chest, sending amazing waves of pleasure crashing over him. Forcing his eyes open again, Ujjyf took a deep breath and slowly trailed his own hand down Gyr's chest, the touch feather-light and fleeting, his hesitation and uncertainty conveyed through his fingertips. Reaching its destination, his hand began gently massaging Gyr's shaft, while Ujjyf turned his head and began nuzzling the crook of Gyr's neck, flicking his tongue out to taste the other male. Heavenly. Groaning, Ujjyf closed his eyes again, nibbling at Gyr's collar bone and beginning his own trail down, pulling away from the hand supporting his head. Something in him flickered, shining brighter than before behind his eyes. Passion coursed through his own veins as he moved to his knees, attempting to focus only on Gyr, now that the 'dragon had shown him what felt good.
