<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Skrida.png)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Skrida<br/><strong>Who:</strong><br/><strong>Where:</strong>Alpha House<br/><strong>When:</strong>Night<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Distantly he could hear Hiti's half done explanation. She seemed to stutter through it, and he couldn't exactly blame her. Tikaani were intimidating at the best of times, and this was definitely<em>not</em>the best of times. He thought he might try to tell her that she shouldn't bother trying to explain the situation, but finding the words was hard when all of him was focused on the feeling of Nilteni pressed against his body. Or the way that Nilteni's growl has set his body to feeling even hotter, his mouth going dry as he resisted the urge to grind into the warrior.<br/><br/>Before he could think of how to respond, Hiti had already offered to go face the alpha on her own and Nilteni was snarling out commands.<em>I'm going to have to give her some sort of...</em>Or not.<br/><br/>Gold eyes, wolf eyes, refocused on his own grey ones with unconcealed ferocity. As if to emphasize just how displeased he was, Nilteni's fingers tangled into Skrida's hair and used it as anchorage to wrench his head back and to the side. It should have been violence and pain, but instead Skrida found himself moaning, arousal pulsing in his veins. He'd never seen this side of his friend before but it was, well, enlightening.<br/><br/>Teeth scraped against his throat, sharpened by the presence of the wolf so close to the surface. In the villages there were rumors that a Tikaani could change humans into their kind with a single bite. Three years living in close quarters with them had cured him of believing that kind of nonsense, but that didn't mean that Nilteni couldn't rip out his throat just the same. He wouldn't though, Skrida knew that deep in his marrow.<br/><br/>"Were you really mine I would have fucked you senseless ages ago, Skrida." Skrida's hips hitched forward, his hands upon the other tightening. Clothing had turned too rough and his skin felt too tight. All he could think of was Nilteni's hand, seeming to burn through the fabric of his pants as he gripped Skrida's ass and used it to hoist the smaller male up against the wall. They were only a couple of inches apart in height but Nilteni had always made him feel small. He obeyed, wrapping his legs and moaning as the movement ground his growing arousal against Nilteni's hips.<br/><br/>"Heh, what makes you think I would let you?" Skrida said, smirking as he wrapped his arms around Nilteni's neck. "Fuck me senseless, I mean." Claws pressed into his skin. Though he'd been pinned up against the wall, Nilteni showed no signs of strain. "And for that matter what—" His words were cut off with a kiss that stole the breath from his body. Forge callused hands ran up into Nilteni's hair, gripping at the dark strands tightly as he moaned wantonly into the kiss.<br/><br/>By the time Nilteni had pulled back, Skrida's world was dizzy. "I haven't done this in too long," he muttered. His lips felt swollen and reddened from the passionate kissing. He figured that Nilteni would let him down now, maybe drag him off to some dark corner or even back to the forge. Instead the wolf went back for his still vulnerable throat, now human teeth biting at sensitive skin and marking up his neck. Skrida continued to moan, hips grinding forward helplessly. "Please, fuck,<em>please.</em>"<br/><br/>He couldn't have opened his eyes for the world, simply letting out a needing whimper as Nilteni pushed against his bruised flesh with one finger. At least, he didn't think so until Nilteni's rough voice rumbled, "Soon that will be the more permanent mark of a mate." Then his eyes flew open, mouth opening to let forth some unthought of comment. But the look of those still golden eyes stopped the words as well as, "Then you'll truly be mine."<br/><br/>"<em>Please,</em>" Skrida whimpered, fingers tightening in Nilteni's hair.