Nakedness [Irial]

[Drake Mathew Arcade]

Drake had just shifted back into the form of a human, after running around in his Lycan form. He now walked around almost naked looking for where he had stored his clothes. Where the bloody hell were they? He wasn’t all that fussed about finding them right away. It was a nice night out and he was enjoying the freedom from his clothes. Always did find them a little restricting and uncomfortable. If it wasn’t looked upon badly he would walk around starkers all the time. Right now all he had on was a pair of ripped shorts, no shoes no shirt.

There was a massive part of him that just wanted to take of the ratty jeans as well but he held himself back, just in case by the off chance that someone might walk pass. He wouldn’t want to blind them with his nakedness. He walked just inside The Other Forest. Only a few tree lengths in, he could still here and just see what was going on, on the outside. He liked it in the forest it was quiet and peaceful and he didn’t have to worry about wearing a lot of clothing, which was very fantastic.

He was looking for his clothes but he was also just wandering around aimlessly. If he happened by his clothes that would great but if he didn’t then he would just keep wandering around. He felt as light as a feather after he shifted and he felt as though he could stay awake for days. He had so much energy and by wandering around the forest always satisfied his energy. The air was warm tonight and it felt great on his bare skin. The feel of dead leave under his feet was comfortable.

If only he had someone to share this moment with. Then again, he was a little selfish and he probably wouldn’t share it. He enjoyed his time alone and this was no different. In the corner of his eye he stopped something. He walked over and a small grin danced along his lips. It was his clothes. “Knew they were around here somewhere” he said and picked them up. He didn’t put them on though; he was enjoying his semi nakedness way too. He looked around himself and took in the surroundings a little more.

He did this just so he didn’t forget where he had put them when he did decide to put them on again. He would eventually but right now he wasn’t tired and he had no intentions of going home. So naturally he wanted to stay without them on his body. He placed the clothes back down and turned and walked away. Although he didn’t get far as his animal instincts picked up something there. It wasn’t animal he could tell, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. He stood there trying to zone in on whatever it was that was out there.

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Notes: Sorry it took me so long to start our thread, Irial!
Muse: Not to Bad, could be better

[Irial Keenan Black]

Irial wasn't allowed to be in the darker of the two forests. Being an ex-king of the Unseelie court, he wasn't allowed much anywhere,now that he was just a roving faerie. He sighed, running his fingers through his dark hair, pulling at it a little. He was going insane. He knew he was. Everyone had when he left his court. It had been centuries since he'd been replaced, and it had gone through many hands before ending up with the current king. The grief of losing Zeke and Alli still stung, still broke his heart. He missed their mother. The one woman he'd ever truly be in love with. He laughed a little into the darkness, the madness of being a faerie sinking in. Madness. He rolled his eyes, leaning into a tree, breathing in the deep scent of evil. This dryad would have been nice to meet. but he wasn't allowed interaction with any of the courts, not anymore. The Sellie court wanted him, but they were all work and no play, one of the reasons he didn't get alone well with the Light fey. He loved playing around, loved the disgusting, horrible things his court did. But being in love with a human made you weak, and grieving for lost ones made you worthless.

The ex-king of darkness continued his way through the thick undergrowth, the legs of his jeans shredding under the thorns and fey fingers scraping at him. It was a beautiful forest, but the danger really wasn't worth it. There were so many humans who walked into the woods and never came back out, it was disturbing, even to the old Shadow King himself. He wrapped his skinny arms around himself, rubbing his arms to bring a little comfort and warmth into his tiny body. He glanced around, the ancient fear of being alone seeping in and making him jittery, the need for company so over-whelming he'd take a damn dog if it would just stay with him for a bit. He leaned back against the tree, begging silently for the dryad to show herself, to give him some attention. But he knew that wouldn't happen. He was no longer needed. No longer wanted. He shivered, starting to run now, his bare feet crushing against the thorns, leaves, and nettles that lay in his path.

Irial raised an eyebrow when he saw Drake, stopping to catch his breath after a good ten minutes or so of running, wheezing. He wasn't athletic in the slightest bit, sadly enough. He watched the werewolf lift his clothes up, then consider and place them back down before turning his back on them and walking away. Iri couldn't help the devious smile that slipped across his lips as he crept slowly up behind the werewolf, grabbing the clothes and starting to strip off his own, dropping his t-shirt and jeans on the ground, slipping into the slightly big clothes and laughing a little, feeling as devious as ever. He tugged the shirt over his head, ruffling his own hair up a little. This will be oh-so fun, he thought, sneaking up behind the werewolf, in his clothes, holding the jeans up by a finger in a belt loop. He leaned over the lycan's shoulder and pressed his lips to his cheek in an innocent kiss. Then he disappeared, loving the game he was starting. He appeared in front of him, seeming to melt out of the shadows, looking like a child wearing his older brother's clothes. Iri was so skinny and lithe, that the shirt collar of Drake's shirt slipped over his shoulder, revealing arctic white skin in a sexy, girlie way."If you want the clothes back, you're gonna have to remove them yourself," he told him with a grin, folding his arms across his own chest, waiting to see what the werewolf would do. Provoking a lycan into anger was stupid, but, then again, madness made people do stupid things.

[Drake Mathew Arcade]

Drake didn’t move as he could sense the stranger behind him. Now that he was closer he could smell the faerie coming from him. It was a smell that Drake always enjoyed, he wasn’t sure why but it was a nice change from the dead leaf smell and the moss that great on the rocks around he. He didn’t move still just in the same spot with his back to the faerie. He could hear him moving around behind him but he still didn’t turn around he just listened. What was this Faerie up too? He thought to himself a small smile on his face. Usually disturbances like this would angry Drake and cause him to shift and attack, but he was unusually happy so he didn’t mind playing alone with anything this faerie had planned. He couldn’t refuse something that smell so delicious. The moon light was peering in through the trees above them and it danced across his muscular but quite pale body. Being a werewolf and changing a fair bit you tend to form quite large muscles and toneness to one’s body and this werewolf was no different. He continued to listen at the noise he made from behind him.

Soon he could sense the Faerie moving towards him and he smile wider. His interest was growing more and more by the second. Drake had no idea that his night would turn out to be this much fun. He had someone to play with, and he knew that it was going to be interesting. He then felt the faerie move up and lean over his shoulder and soft lips then touched his cheek, he felt himself flushing in the face but he pushed it away and he stayed where he was, as the faerie moved away just as quickly as he had appeared behind him. Drake listened around for him and noticed that he had moved in front of him now. He was in the shadows and it wasn’t long till he slipped out of those shadows and into the light of the moon that was beaming down on him. He saw that he was wearing his clothes and this made him smirk. It was a sexy smirk that he only ever used when he was trying to seduce some ignorant human. Why he displayed it now he wasn’t quite sure but he did know it was for good reasons. Drake folded his arms over his chest when the faerie spoke.

His words made him want to laugh with enjoyment but he held it back. Just looked so innocent and sexy in his clothes and he loved it. “What makes you think I want them back” he said still with that sexy smirk on his face. This little disturbance was just what he needed and he was glad that it came along. He was enjoying his alone time yes, but this was much better. Nothing exciting so far had happened but he got the feeling that it was going to get very exciting very quickly. Anything could happen out of this situation and Drake welcomed it with open arms. Perhaps this faerie had the intentions of playing mischievous tricks on Drake but he didn’t care, as lately his life had been a little dull, anything strange and unusual was better than nothing at all. “How about I try and squeeze into your clothes, little one?” he said this time with a small chuckle. He quickly pictured himself in the faeries clothes and he couldn’t help but smile, it was an amusing sight indeed. Although Drake did like looking at the little faerie holding his jeans up by the belt loop and his shirt dipping down over his shoulder. It was obvious that Drake was much bigger than him.

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Notes: None
Muse: Alrightish

[Irial Keenan Black]

Irial blushed at the smirk the lycan was giving him. Most people knew better than to tease a faerie, but this guys obviously knew what he was doing, so Iri wasn’t bothered all that much. He wished he was a bit bigger, so he could at least intimidate the man in front of him instead of look helpless and innocent. He scoffed at his words, walking over and leaving against a tree. “You’ll want them back eventually. Don’t want your pack thinking that you’re insane or something.” He shrugged, mentioning insanity so casually for himself. He tugged at the baggy t-shirt with his free hand, trying to get it to settle on his shoulders properly, but his thin, girlish frame just wouldn’t have ti and the collar slipped again, over the opposite shoulder this time. Irial let out a laugh when the werewolf offered trying to get into his clothes. “The effect wouldn’t be exactly the same, since you’re much taller and muscular than me.” He frowned, his eyebrows coming together. “And I won’t have you accidentally tearing my jeans or shirt.” He shook his head. He liked his clothes in one piece, and a werewolf like him would surly destroy them.

He bit at his lip, looking up at the werewolf in front of him. “Would you… like to play a game, my dear?” he murmured softly. His voice was so quiet that even a lycan would have difficulty hearing him. “I’m awfully lonely, out in this forest, all by myself. I need someone to play with.” He looked up at him through his lashes, his lips pouting ever-so-slightly in an innocent, childish way, the exact opposite of the ex-king. He was small and fragile compared to the man, but he was still a faerie, and his deviousness made up for it. “Would you? It would be fun.” He grinned and pushed away from the tree, the too-big jeans slipping down his hips slightly, revealing his black boxers. Why he even bothered wearing human clothes, he would never know. “Just a quick game. I don’t like being alone in a place so… dark,” he half-lied easily. Faeries couldn’t lie, but they could bend the truth enough so that it snapped on it’s own. It was true that he didn’t like being alone here, but it wasn’t because of the darkness, it was because of the nostalgia that he felt whenever he entered the forest. It made him sick just thinking about those centuries ruling the darker half of fey.

Irial walked up to the werewolf and reached out, touching his fingers to his lips gently. His eyes stayed on his fingers as he spoke, tracing the shape of his mouth slowly. “You can call me Irial, if you’d like. What’s your name?” he asked, stroking his bottom lip with his thumb. He smiled to himself. He was going to be such an interesting plaything, Irial knew that for a fact. “You’re rather pretty. I might just keep you for myself,” he said, speaking to himself mostly. He liked the shape of his eyes, and the feralness in the way he held himself. If Iri just used a little bit of magic, the werewolf could be his until he got bored of someone like him and moved on to something a bit more exotic, like a vampire. He let out a laugh at the thought. Wouldn’t that just be lovely? A bloodsucker to make up for a mutt. The faerie leaned in and planted a quick kiss to the lycan’s lips before taking several steps back. “So? Would you like to play or not?”

[Drake Mathew Arcade]

Drake was stumped at his words; it was true he would be needing them eventually. He couldn’t exactly walk through the neighbourhood in nothing but his underwear, as much as he would rather do that he knew that he couldn’t. It would draw to much attention to him and attention was something that he would rather not have, although he didn’t mind having the attention of this particular boy. He was enjoying the time with him already and nothing had really happened. “Yes that it true, perhaps I will take you up on the offer of retrieving them” He said he deep manly voice only loud enough for the one in front of him. Drake waited for a response from the boy in front of him after he put the idea across of getting into his clothes. The boys answer made him smile and chuckle, it was clear that the boy in front of him liked his clothing, unlike Drake who hated wearing any form of clothing. “That is fair enough” he said still with his amused smile on his face. He hadn’t smiled in a long time and it was to smile legitimately.

Drake liked the way he bit his lip as if he was trying to like of something to say. He them mentioned that he was lonely out here all by himself and he wanted someone to play with. Interestedly he raised an eyebrow at his words and thought of something to say himself. Drake wasn’t exactly lonely himself but he was in the mood for a good game and having this cute little one in front of him, how could he possibly resist. He was extremely curious as to what exactly this boy was. Drake knew that he wasn’t human and he wasn’t a Lycan and he definitely wasn’t vampire Drake would have been able to smell him a mile away, having had many close encounters with the retched race. Maybe he was faerie-kind. If he was, it would explain the cuteness that this boy was. The boy’s voice brought him back to the situation and released him from his thoughts. “Would I like to play?” he responded a half smile creeping across his face. Drake was very interested in how this would play out, he was finding himself growing more and more attracted to him, just standing there watching him wearing his clothes.

He didn’t move from his spot when the boy approached him he didn’t even flinch when he reached up and touched his lips with his soft little fingers, he actually enjoyed it. The boy then spoke his name and requested Drake’s. “My name is Drake” he said looking down at him, Drake wasn’t much taller than Irial but he was enough to have to look down at him. Drake smiled as he told him that he was pretty and the thought of him openly expressing that he might just keeping him all to himself made him smile and blush slightly, but it did last long and quickly faded. Drake could tell that Irial was thinking about something and he was a little curious about what it could be, but he said nothing. It must have been amusing as he chuckled to himself. Suddenly the boy kissed him and he was a little shocked, why he was he didn’t know. He then took a few steps away from Drake and for the first time since his meeting with Irial he moved from his spot, he took only one step forward. Irial then asked again if he wanted to play. Sure I’ll play” He said and folded his arms over his chest the muscles in his arms flexing slightly.

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Notes: None
Muse: Okay

[Irial Keenan Black]

Irial laughed a little, pleased. "Yes, yes. The humans would find it odd for a man like you running around in just your boxers." He giggled, his eyes raking up and down him without the least bit of subtly. He's nice eye candy, he couldn't help thinking, grinning cockily at Drake. "I wouldn't mind, but I'm sure certain other people would." Like the cops. He laughed. "It would be fun for both of us if you did, Mr. Drake." The faerie let the jeans slip down a little, revealing a bit more of his boxers under the baggy clothes, purposefully teasing the other male. He had a feeling his teasing would actually get somewhere from how he seemed to be enjoying playing along with this. He liked his smile; it actually looked happy. He resisted the urge to throw his arms around him and plant kisses all over him. Iri smiled at the thought. Maybe he would do that. It's not like the other man would mind, right?

Irial liked that the lycan was agreeing to a little game. "Drake? I like it," he murmured, more to himself than the man standing in front of him. He hated to play a game or two with someone so pretty and then just leave him in the middle of the forest, drunk on faerie glamour and charm. He smiled as Drake took a step toward him, unable to help himself. He was already drawing him in. Devious little faerie charms really do work. He took another step back, his back pressing against the rough bark of a tree. He looked vulnerable and innocent compared to the larger man. "What sort of game would you like to play, Drake?" he asked, letting his name roll off his tongue seductively. "Do you want to play an innocent game, where we're on our best behavior? Or do you want to play a naughty game?" He giggled, obviously wanting the second option. He licked his lips, still holding onto the clothes, but loosely now, not minding whether or not they fell. "Your choice, lycan." He grinned crookedly at the other male.

[[ooc: sorry it's so short! D:]]

[Drake Mathew Arcade]

Drake smiled at his words, if would be strange but he would rather do it then wear stupid clothes, he would do it if he knew he would get away with it. He gave a half smile when Irial told him that he didn’t mind that he was walking around almost naked. It was good to know someone appreciated his nakedness. He then found himself thinking to what he would look naked; maybe he would get to find out sometime soon. Would he be that lucky? He looked down as he let the jeans fall a little further exposing his boxers some more, maybe he should just let then fall all the way. Drake was definitely sure of what Irial was, he was a faery for sure, the scent wasn’t clear before but it finally stuck him to what it was. It would make sense the feeling that came over him when he first made himself know, and still now the feeling he had over him, but he knew that it wasn’t all Irial making him feel that way; he knew that it was himself as well, it was his own self feeling that way about him.

Drake smirked as he heard him say that he liked his name, well even though he wasn’t saying it directly at Drake he still heard it clearly, thanks to his Lycan senses. He then found himself thinking back to the game that they were supposed to be playing. He wasn’t sure what Irial had in mind but he had a few ideas of what they could play. As Drake stepped forward a pace Irial stepped back away from him, he was taunting him, teasing him in a way. Drake loved it. Irial then presented him with an opportunity to put a few game ideas across with his question. He asked him what he wanted to play and he could keep the seductive smirk from his face. Irial might have the mind washing effect on people but Drake also had his secret charms as well. When Irial put the naughty or nice scenario across Drakes smirk grew and he folded his arms over his chest. He then thought how he could combine the two options together, naughty or nice with the game ideas that he had. “How about we play a little game of tag, but with a naughty twist” he said one eyebrow risen.

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Notes: Sorry for the delay was having a brain fart
Muse: Okay