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A little self-care snippet imposed on me by the muse (it's been a rough weekend, ha)
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They staggered in, eyes catching suddenly on Karel as he perched on the edge of the table.
"Here… rather than bed…" he said, some clear disapproval in his tone.
"Still… need to finish it up… battle is at dawn…"
He glanced back at the table, the arrangements.
"Lovely…" Karel murmured, glancing then at the map held in their hand. The only reason they'd left the tent at all, giving him time to sneak in.
He was in the way.
"… Karel, I can't believe I'm about to ask you to, but please, move."
He bowed his head, slightly.
"That, I will not. Come to bed," he said.
"Everyone's tired. Everyone's doing their best. I just need to account for the terrain shift since the last rains. Which are on this map."
Mark held out the roll.
He did rise, drew near to them. He grasped around their wrist, pulled their arm, the map down, and took it into his own hand. He set it aside.
"It was not a request. Your lover is telling you, come to bed… will you refuse?"
Mark's eyes met his, those dangerous, near-feral eyes, intense, like some roving predator.
Their shoulders dropped.
"Telling me to…? You mean it?"
"Yes," Karel affirmed.
They stepped the last few paces until they could collapse into his arms.
"Oh, thank the gods…" they muttered into his chest.
His arms clenched around them.
"Of course if it's you… I have to, hah…"
#karel #mark
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They staggered in, eyes catching suddenly on Karel as he perched on the edge of the table.
"Here… rather than bed…" he said, some clear disapproval in his tone.
"Still… need to finish it up… battle is at dawn…"
He glanced back at the table, the arrangements.
"Lovely…" Karel murmured, glancing then at the map held in their hand. The only reason they'd left the tent at all, giving him time to sneak in.
He was in the way.
"… Karel, I can't believe I'm about to ask you to, but please, move."
He bowed his head, slightly.
"That, I will not. Come to bed," he said.
"Everyone's tired. Everyone's doing their best. I just need to account for the terrain shift since the last rains. Which are on this map."
Mark held out the roll.
He did rise, drew near to them. He grasped around their wrist, pulled their arm, the map down, and took it into his own hand. He set it aside.
"It was not a request. Your lover is telling you, come to bed… will you refuse?"
Mark's eyes met his, those dangerous, near-feral eyes, intense, like some roving predator.
Their shoulders dropped.
"Telling me to…? You mean it?"
"Yes," Karel affirmed.
They stepped the last few paces until they could collapse into his arms.
"Oh, thank the gods…" they muttered into his chest.
His arms clenched around them.
"Of course if it's you… I have to, hah…"
#karel #mark
...a little volkemark smut I've had sitting around forever and may as well share <3 fairly early timeline, before even love confessions
//
It was slower as he rocked into them, finally having made it into a bed in this reunion.
"Oh… Volke…" they sighed, legs bound around his hips. "Don't you want a break? I can ride-"
His eyes slid open, a grin on his lips.
"Don't have to ask twice."
He patted their thigh, had them release and let himself fall to his back, scoot to lay against the pillows.
"Come here," he said, grinning.
They rolled to their knees, swung a leg over his hips, guiding him back inside to a low moan from him. They settled against him, hips rising, falling in slow motion.
"Didn't know you could go so many times," they said between kisses.
"I had some time to prepare," he breathed. "Had to be sure you – mmm – remembered me."
"Very- very much," they said.
He gave them a nudge to rise, one hand coming to their side, and his intent was quickly apparent, bending to press his lips to the supple skin of a full breast.
"Missed you," he chuckled between kisses laid there.
"What, a-" their breath caught as he kissed, suckled at a sensitive nipple, "month? Volke- oh, fuck, I can't have you away that long."
His teeth sank in drawing a fragile sound from their throat.
"Mm," he hummed after releasing with a lewd, wet pop. "But it's good for the effort… and lets me feel justified in stealing you a whole day."
His hand gripped their hip, fingers sinking in and, stilling them.
"Let me just-"
He hummed as he attended to the other side. They braced against his shoulders, one hand quickly moving to his hair, almost unable to stand the heat of his mouth, the silken wash of his tongue. He nipped, tugged, and they squeaked at that sharp pinch.
"Fuck-" they gasped.
His cock jerked inside of them, sending heat rippling through their body.
They groaned as he resumed those wet kisses. It'd be entirely possible to lose their mind if they didn't move, didn't do something to address the aching need between their legs.
"Volke, please-" they whined.
Red eyes met theirs as he paused in those attentions.
"It's not my fault you have great tits," he muttered, a wicked grin on his lips. "Touch yourself while I'm busy."
Their brows raised.
They only hesitated a moment, though, before fitting their hand into the scant space between their bodies – the softness of their own belly, and his lean muscle.
He nuzzled into their breasts.
"I want to watch, anyway."
They felt sudden heat in their cheeks as they slid their fingers between their lips, slick with the day's worth of his spend, their own arousal.
"Watch? Oh?"
"Mm, I'll do you better after."
As though he hadn't already, enough that they were drowsy with it.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you- ahh, Volke, fuck, you do it s-so much better-"
"Mm-" He let his teeth sink into another spot, sucking a mark into the tender skin.
"Think I what?" he asked, smug grin on his lips. "And, of course I do, I don't lose track of what I'm doing when you're close."
"Nevermind!" they said, that heat building as they kept touching, rolling their fingertips back and forth.
"Oh, no, tell me," he laughed, grabbing their wrist to deprive them of their own touch.
"Volke- fuck! Think you were trying to g-get me fucking pregnant!"
"Eh," he laughed, released his grip. "Much as I've had you today…"
His cock gave another jerk inside of them. Their breath caught.
"Hush about that, let me get back to this," he said.
His mouth was gentler now that they bore several newly-forming bruises, soft kisses laid against those spots, and then finally settling for sucking gently as though expecting that if he did so long enough, he might have something spurt out.
They couldn't help the soft sighs as they kept touching, felt that edge coming quickly.
"Ha, close, aren't you? So tight… let me see you?" he teased.
They forced their eyes open to meet him as they moaned, low, soft, let that overflow of pleasure take them.
"Felt that-" he gasped.
"Can I move now?" they asked, breathless.
"If you must," he said.
They settled against his chest, hips rocking against him, eyes on his, on the fuckdrunk expression he wore until the moment he kissed them.
His hands guided their hips quicker, the soft slap of skin filling their ears under his low moans, lost to the dark of their mouths.
It didn't last, not after what amounted to edging starts and pauses.
His grip tightened, fingers sinking into their ass hard enough to bruise, they were sure.
He parted from their lips, lay against the pillows, spent, panting.
"I can't move anymore," he laughed.
"What was it about doing me better?" they teased, then kissed his cheek. "I'm joking, later, some other time, I had pl-"
He gestured to his mouth.
"Sit," he called, grinning.
"Ah, that can still…?"
"Try it."
They crawled up until able to hover astride his mouth.
"I said sit."
He grabbed their hips, dragged them down.
They were sticky with him, and shivered at the thought of his swallowing his own spend, licking it from them.
That first touch of his tongue had them trembling.
"Nn- ha… Volke-"
He hummed against them, pulled them tighter to his mouth.
The stubble on his jaw was rough against them.
The intensity of it had them leaning on their arms against the headboard as he kissed, lapped at them.
"Volke- please, I'm so-"
They couldn't finish the sentence – not when he kept going, that exact same perfect motion and they were overcome, a breathless cry echoing in the room.
They would have swung their leg off at that, sure that he was done but how he held tight, kept going.
"Wait- fuck, it's-"
He gripped them tighter.
They quivered, breath coming in a heavy gulp. It was dizzying.
"Volke-!" they gasped.
"Hmm?"
He looked up at them through the space left between their body and the headboard. Letting his mouth unseal, he revealed the slickness of his entire lower face, everywhere his mask would usually cover.
"Is it too much?" he chuckled.
"Maybe-"
"You're not sure…"
He pressed his mouth back to them, hard, voracious.
They screamed as he dragged another climax from their aching cunt, only then releasing, letting them raise up off of his mouth.
He gave them a crooked, sticky grin.
"Can't help myself. I like sweets."
"You're going to make me pass out," they said, only then realizing the tears on their cheeks from the intensity of what he'd done to them.
He laid a final kiss against their overused clit. They felt raw, but so intensely satisfied.
"Fuck," they exhaled. "Are we done?"
He sighed, a little grin still on his lips, "If you insist. Eh, I'm empty, anyway, completely dry, I think. We should sleep… possibly eat…"
They lay down alongside him, nuzzled into his chest.
"I did miss you, not just for this," he chuckled.
#volke #markrehide
//
It was slower as he rocked into them, finally having made it into a bed in this reunion.
"Oh… Volke…" they sighed, legs bound around his hips. "Don't you want a break? I can ride-"
His eyes slid open, a grin on his lips.
"Don't have to ask twice."
He patted their thigh, had them release and let himself fall to his back, scoot to lay against the pillows.
"Come here," he said, grinning.
They rolled to their knees, swung a leg over his hips, guiding him back inside to a low moan from him. They settled against him, hips rising, falling in slow motion.
"Didn't know you could go so many times," they said between kisses.
"I had some time to prepare," he breathed. "Had to be sure you – mmm – remembered me."
"Very- very much," they said.
He gave them a nudge to rise, one hand coming to their side, and his intent was quickly apparent, bending to press his lips to the supple skin of a full breast.
"Missed you," he chuckled between kisses laid there.
"What, a-" their breath caught as he kissed, suckled at a sensitive nipple, "month? Volke- oh, fuck, I can't have you away that long."
His teeth sank in drawing a fragile sound from their throat.
"Mm," he hummed after releasing with a lewd, wet pop. "But it's good for the effort… and lets me feel justified in stealing you a whole day."
His hand gripped their hip, fingers sinking in and, stilling them.
"Let me just-"
He hummed as he attended to the other side. They braced against his shoulders, one hand quickly moving to his hair, almost unable to stand the heat of his mouth, the silken wash of his tongue. He nipped, tugged, and they squeaked at that sharp pinch.
"Fuck-" they gasped.
His cock jerked inside of them, sending heat rippling through their body.
They groaned as he resumed those wet kisses. It'd be entirely possible to lose their mind if they didn't move, didn't do something to address the aching need between their legs.
"Volke, please-" they whined.
Red eyes met theirs as he paused in those attentions.
"It's not my fault you have great tits," he muttered, a wicked grin on his lips. "Touch yourself while I'm busy."
Their brows raised.
They only hesitated a moment, though, before fitting their hand into the scant space between their bodies – the softness of their own belly, and his lean muscle.
He nuzzled into their breasts.
"I want to watch, anyway."
They felt sudden heat in their cheeks as they slid their fingers between their lips, slick with the day's worth of his spend, their own arousal.
"Watch? Oh?"
"Mm, I'll do you better after."
As though he hadn't already, enough that they were drowsy with it.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you- ahh, Volke, fuck, you do it s-so much better-"
"Mm-" He let his teeth sink into another spot, sucking a mark into the tender skin.
"Think I what?" he asked, smug grin on his lips. "And, of course I do, I don't lose track of what I'm doing when you're close."
"Nevermind!" they said, that heat building as they kept touching, rolling their fingertips back and forth.
"Oh, no, tell me," he laughed, grabbing their wrist to deprive them of their own touch.
"Volke- fuck! Think you were trying to g-get me fucking pregnant!"
"Eh," he laughed, released his grip. "Much as I've had you today…"
His cock gave another jerk inside of them. Their breath caught.
"Hush about that, let me get back to this," he said.
His mouth was gentler now that they bore several newly-forming bruises, soft kisses laid against those spots, and then finally settling for sucking gently as though expecting that if he did so long enough, he might have something spurt out.
They couldn't help the soft sighs as they kept touching, felt that edge coming quickly.
"Ha, close, aren't you? So tight… let me see you?" he teased.
They forced their eyes open to meet him as they moaned, low, soft, let that overflow of pleasure take them.
"Felt that-" he gasped.
"Can I move now?" they asked, breathless.
"If you must," he said.
They settled against his chest, hips rocking against him, eyes on his, on the fuckdrunk expression he wore until the moment he kissed them.
His hands guided their hips quicker, the soft slap of skin filling their ears under his low moans, lost to the dark of their mouths.
It didn't last, not after what amounted to edging starts and pauses.
His grip tightened, fingers sinking into their ass hard enough to bruise, they were sure.
He parted from their lips, lay against the pillows, spent, panting.
"I can't move anymore," he laughed.
"What was it about doing me better?" they teased, then kissed his cheek. "I'm joking, later, some other time, I had pl-"
He gestured to his mouth.
"Sit," he called, grinning.
"Ah, that can still…?"
"Try it."
They crawled up until able to hover astride his mouth.
"I said sit."
He grabbed their hips, dragged them down.
They were sticky with him, and shivered at the thought of his swallowing his own spend, licking it from them.
That first touch of his tongue had them trembling.
"Nn- ha… Volke-"
He hummed against them, pulled them tighter to his mouth.
The stubble on his jaw was rough against them.
The intensity of it had them leaning on their arms against the headboard as he kissed, lapped at them.
"Volke- please, I'm so-"
They couldn't finish the sentence – not when he kept going, that exact same perfect motion and they were overcome, a breathless cry echoing in the room.
They would have swung their leg off at that, sure that he was done but how he held tight, kept going.
"Wait- fuck, it's-"
He gripped them tighter.
They quivered, breath coming in a heavy gulp. It was dizzying.
"Volke-!" they gasped.
"Hmm?"
He looked up at them through the space left between their body and the headboard. Letting his mouth unseal, he revealed the slickness of his entire lower face, everywhere his mask would usually cover.
"Is it too much?" he chuckled.
"Maybe-"
"You're not sure…"
He pressed his mouth back to them, hard, voracious.
They screamed as he dragged another climax from their aching cunt, only then releasing, letting them raise up off of his mouth.
He gave them a crooked, sticky grin.
"Can't help myself. I like sweets."
"You're going to make me pass out," they said, only then realizing the tears on their cheeks from the intensity of what he'd done to them.
He laid a final kiss against their overused clit. They felt raw, but so intensely satisfied.
"Fuck," they exhaled. "Are we done?"
He sighed, a little grin still on his lips, "If you insist. Eh, I'm empty, anyway, completely dry, I think. We should sleep… possibly eat…"
They lay down alongside him, nuzzled into his chest.
"I did miss you, not just for this," he chuckled.
#volke #markrehide
I keep seeing posts, "yeah, they have great sex, but do they like each other?" Oh, Mark and Volke like each other quite plenty <3 in a meme, I referenced that one of the things they do to spend time together is people watch some. Here's a little snip of the early days of that...
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"… Heath's walking funny, you think…"
"Look closer, eh? It's not from there, he's favoring that thigh…"
"Oh, like… a pulled muscle…"
"Mm, he's being deliberate about it. He knows… he's trying to compensate some…"
"Ah, mm…"
They leaned back into his arm, eyes scanning as others got moving through the yard.
"And Narshen…" they noted. "He's looking more down than usual…"
"Heard he got into it with Valter about their wyverns being stabled too close, last night… mostly because of that big chicken getting brought in for the prince, and Valter's kept trying to eat it, so…"
"I'm still a little surprised they don't get on better… could match each other's freak, if they'd…"
"Competition… heh. They're too busy trying to outdo each other…"
"Stupid, but, sure."
"Very, but, well, is it a surprise?"
Mark chuckled, sighed. "No, no… so… this is what you're doing those early mornings when you're up before me?"
"Eh, some… little different with you here…"
Volke took a long, slow drag on his pipe.
"I'm distracting, yeah?" they asked.
He held the smoke in a moment before exhaling in a slow stream. He held it out to them.
They took it, took a far shorter pull. They felt the itch of a cough in their throat, but swallowed it, holding until it passed. Exhale, and then another short pull before handing it back.
"Still miss my menthols," they muttered.
"You are distracting… I work alone, you know. But…"
Volke leaned over, pressed a kiss to their cheek.
"…Different is… nice, once in a while. Plus, you're…helping, a little, even if you think everything is sex."
The edges of their eyes crinkled with a grin.
"You know I'm mostly joking."
"Mostly," Volke said. "It's fun, eh? Watching…"
They glanced over at him. "Yeah. Yeah… but you'll have to forgive me if I still pick bed most mornings."
"…We both make exceptions, heh. I also pick bed, some mornings…"
"You pick sex, more like…"
He pulled them in closer, leaned his head into theirs.
"I pick you…"
They turned, kissed him.
"So… what's their problem?" they then asked, eyes on Hector, Lyn as he huffed at her and she stalked off.
"Heh …no, you guess at that one."
"Sex? It's sex, isn't it?"
Volke chuckled. "See. Sometimes, you're right."
"…Friends with benefits, but he's all in his feelings about it, I'd bet? Because she's clearly just having fun…or, was, until now."
"Mm… go on, keep going, why?"
"Florina," Mark said, humming. "They're obviously sweet on each other, but…"
"…Heh… and?" Volke prompted.
"They're gonna have to resolve this one with some two hands thing, because I've definitely seen how Florina peeks at Hector too…"
Volke grinned, regarded them. "Heh, see, I wasn't blowing smoke when I said you had the skills for it…"
"I mean, come on, I've got an advantage there, Lyn and I go way back… not that version of her, but, same same."
"It's about using those advantages," Volke said.
His fingers idly played at their opposite shoulder, where his hand rested.
"You have the skills… eh, you have a lot of skills."
"And you're being awfully complimentary this morning," Mark said.
"I'm smitten, lover. Don't poke at it."
They leaned more heavily into him.
"…Me too," they said, quietly.
#mark #volkerehide
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"… Heath's walking funny, you think…"
"Look closer, eh? It's not from there, he's favoring that thigh…"
"Oh, like… a pulled muscle…"
"Mm, he's being deliberate about it. He knows… he's trying to compensate some…"
"Ah, mm…"
They leaned back into his arm, eyes scanning as others got moving through the yard.
"And Narshen…" they noted. "He's looking more down than usual…"
"Heard he got into it with Valter about their wyverns being stabled too close, last night… mostly because of that big chicken getting brought in for the prince, and Valter's kept trying to eat it, so…"
"I'm still a little surprised they don't get on better… could match each other's freak, if they'd…"
"Competition… heh. They're too busy trying to outdo each other…"
"Stupid, but, sure."
"Very, but, well, is it a surprise?"
Mark chuckled, sighed. "No, no… so… this is what you're doing those early mornings when you're up before me?"
"Eh, some… little different with you here…"
Volke took a long, slow drag on his pipe.
"I'm distracting, yeah?" they asked.
He held the smoke in a moment before exhaling in a slow stream. He held it out to them.
They took it, took a far shorter pull. They felt the itch of a cough in their throat, but swallowed it, holding until it passed. Exhale, and then another short pull before handing it back.
"Still miss my menthols," they muttered.
"You are distracting… I work alone, you know. But…"
Volke leaned over, pressed a kiss to their cheek.
"…Different is… nice, once in a while. Plus, you're…helping, a little, even if you think everything is sex."
The edges of their eyes crinkled with a grin.
"You know I'm mostly joking."
"Mostly," Volke said. "It's fun, eh? Watching…"
They glanced over at him. "Yeah. Yeah… but you'll have to forgive me if I still pick bed most mornings."
"…We both make exceptions, heh. I also pick bed, some mornings…"
"You pick sex, more like…"
He pulled them in closer, leaned his head into theirs.
"I pick you…"
They turned, kissed him.
"So… what's their problem?" they then asked, eyes on Hector, Lyn as he huffed at her and she stalked off.
"Heh …no, you guess at that one."
"Sex? It's sex, isn't it?"
Volke chuckled. "See. Sometimes, you're right."
"…Friends with benefits, but he's all in his feelings about it, I'd bet? Because she's clearly just having fun…or, was, until now."
"Mm… go on, keep going, why?"
"Florina," Mark said, humming. "They're obviously sweet on each other, but…"
"…Heh… and?" Volke prompted.
"They're gonna have to resolve this one with some two hands thing, because I've definitely seen how Florina peeks at Hector too…"
Volke grinned, regarded them. "Heh, see, I wasn't blowing smoke when I said you had the skills for it…"
"I mean, come on, I've got an advantage there, Lyn and I go way back… not that version of her, but, same same."
"It's about using those advantages," Volke said.
His fingers idly played at their opposite shoulder, where his hand rested.
"You have the skills… eh, you have a lot of skills."
"And you're being awfully complimentary this morning," Mark said.
"I'm smitten, lover. Don't poke at it."
They leaned more heavily into him.
"…Me too," they said, quietly.
#mark #volkerehide
summer alt text / quotes <3
Mark: Off-the-Clock Duo
Description
The pair made up of a mysterious seer and the man who was determined to uncover their past. Along the way, Volke found some more complicated feelings as well.
Weapon Type: Blue Tome
Move Type: Infantry
Voice Actor:
Weapons
Elthunder MT 6, Range 2
Thoron MT 9, Range 2
Bolting MT 12, Range 2
Seaside Blitz MT 14, Range 2
Effective against armor, can counterattack regardless of range.
Seaside Blitz +
If attacking, nullifies foe's counterattack.
Quotes
Summoning
Huh? Oh, hi, I'm Mark, and- oh, there he goes. Well, Volke is here too, if I can find him again- This sort of party isn't normally his thing. But if you need- well, I guess it's not quite mine, either, but I'm useful in a pinch...?
Castle:
- Volke: Eh? You looking for them...? Who's asking? Mark's not reviewing plans right now, come back later.
- Mark: I don't think this is all organized as optimally as it could be- hah, is that what you expected me to say? No, no, I'd just like something else to drink.
- Volke: Break time... I'm not getting paid to show off, unless... Well, whatever Mark wants.
- Mark: Hmm... if I can just get him into the water... Huh? What? Oh, nothing, I'd never try to get anything off the books, hehe
- Volke: If Mark asks, of course I'm not working on anything... Eh? It's vacation.
Friend greeting:
- Volke: This isn't official business... But here's this, anyhow.
Leveling Up
- (0,1) Mark: Well, I wasn't trying to do too much, but I was hoping... Well, that's fine, we need the time off!
- (2,3) Volke: Eh, working? Now? I suppose, but don't tell Mark.
- (4,5) Mark: Oh... refreshing! I actually want to plan something!
Ally Growth
- Mark: Is this how one's supposed to feel at the seaside? I feel like I've learned something...!
LV 40 conversation
Volke: Feeling more rested now?
Mark: (yawn) Ohh... I could do with a few more days. You wouldn't mind, [summoner]?
Volke: I'm missing out on work... but I can live with it.
Mark: As though you haven't been enjoying it too!
Volke: I've been enjoying some things quite a lot...
Mark: I... (blush)
Volke: Anyhow... back to the shade. There's some things to catch up on, eh?
Special Trigger
- Volke: Mark... your turn.
- Mark: I'm! On! Vacation!!
- Mark: Nn- In the middle of-?!
- Volke: Hands off them!
Defeat
- Volke: Ngk- Mark?!
Status Page
- Volke: Thanks for putting us up... Mark could use the time off. Eh? Me? I'm fine.
- Mark: I just wish that he was here too... Well, duty and all... Who? Um...
- Volke: Can't get too comfortable here... Not without investigating the area.
- Mark: Oh? This notebook? Nothing, nothing, I'm not working-
- Volke: It may be vacation, but I'm still taking things in. It's unavoidable. Eh? To know what I'm hearing? One thousand gold...
- Mark: ... all of this money? Oh, I've been told it's a hundred thousand to tell you where it came from. ... huh. Maybe that's where-
- Volke: Eh. Don't bother Mark with that. Don't you have your own tactician?
- Volke: Mark... is someone I have a particular arrangement with, so I'm not available for other kinds of work right now..
Turn Action
- Mark: ...splash.
- Volke: Eh-?
- Mark: Right now?
#mark #volke
Mark: Off-the-Clock Duo
Description
The pair made up of a mysterious seer and the man who was determined to uncover their past. Along the way, Volke found some more complicated feelings as well.
Weapon Type: Blue Tome
Move Type: Infantry
Voice Actor:
Weapons
Elthunder MT 6, Range 2
Thoron MT 9, Range 2
Bolting MT 12, Range 2
Seaside Blitz MT 14, Range 2
Effective against armor, can counterattack regardless of range.
Seaside Blitz +
If attacking, nullifies foe's counterattack.
Quotes
Summoning
Huh? Oh, hi, I'm Mark, and- oh, there he goes. Well, Volke is here too, if I can find him again- This sort of party isn't normally his thing. But if you need- well, I guess it's not quite mine, either, but I'm useful in a pinch...?
Castle:
- Volke: Eh? You looking for them...? Who's asking? Mark's not reviewing plans right now, come back later.
- Mark: I don't think this is all organized as optimally as it could be- hah, is that what you expected me to say? No, no, I'd just like something else to drink.
- Volke: Break time... I'm not getting paid to show off, unless... Well, whatever Mark wants.
- Mark: Hmm... if I can just get him into the water... Huh? What? Oh, nothing, I'd never try to get anything off the books, hehe
- Volke: If Mark asks, of course I'm not working on anything... Eh? It's vacation.
Friend greeting:
- Volke: This isn't official business... But here's this, anyhow.
Leveling Up
- (0,1) Mark: Well, I wasn't trying to do too much, but I was hoping... Well, that's fine, we need the time off!
- (2,3) Volke: Eh, working? Now? I suppose, but don't tell Mark.
- (4,5) Mark: Oh... refreshing! I actually want to plan something!
Ally Growth
- Mark: Is this how one's supposed to feel at the seaside? I feel like I've learned something...!
LV 40 conversation
Volke: Feeling more rested now?
Mark: (yawn) Ohh... I could do with a few more days. You wouldn't mind, [summoner]?
Volke: I'm missing out on work... but I can live with it.
Mark: As though you haven't been enjoying it too!
Volke: I've been enjoying some things quite a lot...
Mark: I... (blush)
Volke: Anyhow... back to the shade. There's some things to catch up on, eh?
Special Trigger
- Volke: Mark... your turn.
- Mark: I'm! On! Vacation!!
- Mark: Nn- In the middle of-?!
- Volke: Hands off them!
Defeat
- Volke: Ngk- Mark?!
Status Page
- Volke: Thanks for putting us up... Mark could use the time off. Eh? Me? I'm fine.
- Mark: I just wish that he was here too... Well, duty and all... Who? Um...
- Volke: Can't get too comfortable here... Not without investigating the area.
- Mark: Oh? This notebook? Nothing, nothing, I'm not working-
- Volke: It may be vacation, but I'm still taking things in. It's unavoidable. Eh? To know what I'm hearing? One thousand gold...
- Mark: ... all of this money? Oh, I've been told it's a hundred thousand to tell you where it came from. ... huh. Maybe that's where-
- Volke: Eh. Don't bother Mark with that. Don't you have your own tactician?
- Volke: Mark... is someone I have a particular arrangement with, so I'm not available for other kinds of work right now..
Turn Action
- Mark: ...splash.
- Volke: Eh-?
- Mark: Right now?
#mark #volke
hi friends, welcome to the r/ncd au, which I'll be posting some of the installments of here. why here? because I know some folks may be interested in it, but honestly, I don't really prefer the idea of posting to ao3 with the rest of my work, and I don't want to muddle it into my dreamwidth posts. for ao3, it feels like a level of abstraction from canon that is more than I'd like to go tossing up on there for casual browsing, you dig? if you're here, it's likely because you have some passing familiarity with me, my work... not just that you were browsing the fe tag, you dig?
premise- based very loosely on modern us military structure, not set in the real world at all, liberties taken, this is uniform porn
mark- enlisted, but a special classification of strategist
karel- contractor, special operations, married to mark, deployed A Lot
volke- contractor, private security, mark's hired bodyguard (:
and from there? we pick up. #au_ncd #karel #volke #mark
r-18, 2752 words, part 1/?
(the one in which mark's bodyguard kisses them, and their husband isn't mad at all)
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"Karel, my 'companion' just kissed me?!" they whispered into the phone. "What the fuck?! And, no, I did not kiss back!"
Mostly not a lie. He'd kissed with such a heady decadence that for a brief few seconds, as starved for physical intimacy as they were, they'd kissed as though to devour him, but they had cut that off, excused themself. There had been no grace to it as they'd hurried off to the bathroom. To clean up, clean the blood off, supposedly. It was still spattered on them as they stood over the sink.
"…Lovely…" he started, a puzzlement in his voice. "…Was that one of the terms?"
"Terms? What? Why would I have said anything about that?"
"Hm. Unexpected…"
"I'll say?! He's such a professional!"
They realized they were starting to go above a whisper, quieted themself.
"… Mark. What did you hire that man for?"
"For what you said, as a companion to be sure I'm taken care of, while you're on assignment."
"Taken care of… in what way?" he asked.
"A bodyguard, of course. Especially since we're rather limited already…"
Karel was quiet. They heard a low, rough laugh, then. "Mark… He understood the assignment… pah. You did not."
"…what?"
"I intended you to find someone to meet your needs for intimacy while I'm away…"
"I- you?! You what?!"
"Companion, to ensure you were taken care of. How much more clear might I have been?"
"…Karel, did you mean…escort?" Mark asked.
"Is that not…"
He was quiet. They could practically feel how he squinted, and that shifted into a scowl.
"They are not the same," Mark said. "And it's still…"
"I… hmph. Mark, he clearly understood my intent that you take a lover… if he is someone you find attractive…"
God, but they did. The sly tilt of his mouth, his bottomless eyes that they couldn't get out of their head, could lose time staring into, those hands – strong, capable, and so nimble, his thighs that they wanted to straddle – even the smoke from his cigarettes had saturated their thoughts.
"I…" and they swallowed. "Yes."
"Then take advantage of the situation, lovely," he said.
"I… assuming he didn't decide I'm crazy and leave…"
"Go," he said, succinctly, and the line hung silent, dead.
love you « mark1
saint » love, go
fyi all safe but was almost assassinated tell u abt it later « mark1
saint » call later
saint » go
They raked their hair back into place in the mirror, made some attempts at straightening the torn suit, courtesy of said assassination attempt, before giving up and squaring their shoulders.
Volke was standing in the same place, looked them over as they came out.
"Warrant officer," he said, simply. "Misunderstanding, I guess."
"… You could say that," they said, stepping back into his radius, at each point far too aware of how quickly he could close the distance. "On my side, though, it seems."
"Eh?" he asked. "Do tell."
"Well. It seems I didn't understand what my husband was telling me to… do."
That same sly smile took its place on his lips. He shifted his weight.
"Mhmm… I realized as much when you seemed so scandalized. You're rather loyal, aren't you?"
"Yes. To him… but, if even he thinks this is a good idea…"
Volke raised a brow. "Go on."
"I… well. You're a handsome man. And I do have you already under contract… and it is what you thought I had you for…"
"Go on," he said, grin growing wider.
"If you're still open to it… I am… still thinking about earlier…"
"Foreplay?" he asked.
His earlier words, before he'd kissed them, before they'd hidden in the bathroom to call their husband, came rocketing back to them, his question, "...that enough foreplay that now we can get to the reason you hired me?"
They'd underestimated his quickness in closing that distance, in his hand being just short of touching their face. His skin smelled of smoke.
"I…yes. I'd be an idiot to disobey my dear husband's direct wishes," they chuckled.
"He is a fearsome man," Volke agreed.
"So if you're still open to it…"
"To what?" he cackled.
"To… fucking," they said, feeling so dirty at saying it in such a way, and then so immature for feeling that filth in it.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Normally I'm not paid… heh, I'll have to really give it my all."
"He wasn't wrong… it's been a while. I do need… something…"
"Mm, I'm aware …his name sounds so filthy in your voice…"
They started, eyes wide.
"Sweetheart…" he said, a smug note to his voice. He let that touch alight onto their face. "I actually was doing the job you thought you hired me for, too… I've been rather close to do that."
"You thought I was hiring you as an escort and you-?!"
"Eh, you have threats, I'm a professional. Can't help notice them… and I figured might be a kink thing for you. Why else do you hire a contractor as a fucktoy?"
"That wasn't what I-"
"Well, yes," he laughed, a low cough in it. "Makes a lot more sense now, you know."
"I'd imagine… We're still talking, though, and…"
Volke's fingers tightened on their cheek. He leaned in, kissed them, lips guiding theirs open immediately. They let him, let his tongue slip into their mouth, licked back at him. They hadn't expected him to moan, low, soft into their mouth as his lips caressed theirs.
The kiss alone was making them aware of the aching need between their thighs.
"Volke…" they breathed.
He pulled them back with him towards the couch. When he bumped into the edge, he pulled them down astride himself.
Their dress pants pulled tight against their thighs, spread apart so across his lap. They kicked their heels off to two small thuds against the floor.
He broke from the kiss – the series of them, really – finally.
"Hm, your preference? It's your contract."
"…How do you mean?"
"Am I in charge of this? You're usually, eh?"
"Oh. Oh… you're… mm. You seem like you know how to run things… Let me be a little lazy?"
"You're cute," he said, chuckled. "Lazy? You're staying up there…but a lot is coming off. I want to see those tits without having to peek through the blinds for them."
"You… hah. Pervert."
"I was guarding you," he said, slipping buttons on their shirt, baring more and more of their undershirt. He shucked the shirt from their shoulders, yanked the undershirt from its tuck, baring their breasts.
"No bra… They're even better than I'd thought… heh, what I wouldn't give to see these in a push-up. You'd be choking on them."
He said it, cupped his hands against them both, feeling the heft of them. His hands were so warm, gentle despite the brush of callouses from every weapon he was practiced in holding.
"And he leaves these? For months at a time? Your man…" he chuckled. "I'm not giving them back."
"You're really into tits, huh?"
He gave them an appreciative squeeze, then dropped his head to press his mouth against them. That touch was velvet-soft, and then he suckled.
They couldn't help it. They grabbed onto his shoulders to steady themself.
"Oh, god, Volke…"
He didn't let up, and when he switched to the other, the anticipation had made them that much more sensitive, receptive, vocal as his mouth tended to that tender, pebbled flesh.
When he released, the sound of it was lewd, wet, a pop that seemed to echo in their ear. They made a shocked sound as he was back to it for more kisses laid against, around their swollen nipples.
"Hm, since I thought I was whoring," he said, "I have options… you don't have any allergies on record… latex? Vinyl?"
"No, none. Whatever feels best for you." They snickered. "…You looked into my allergies…"
"In case of poisoning, of course."
"Oh, sure," they said. "Of course."
He had their pants undone. They stood just enough to slip out of them, and he fingered at the hip of the underwear they were left in.
"Oh, these… but you didn't expect to get laid?"
"Can't a bitch just want cute underwear?" they asked.
His fingers slipped under the band, snapped it against their skin.
"A bitch didn't also think about the bodyguard seeing them?" he asked, eyes steady on theirs.
"Huh… mm."
"Heh, what would your husband have thought?"
"That I'm a damn moron, apparently."
He toyed more with the black lace, ran his finger along the clothed seam of their lips.
"Oh… Volke…"
Heat crept through them. They hadn't had any touch from another save for Karel's in nearly a decade, nor any touch but their own in months. He pressed in more firmly, rocked his hand against them. Their breath caught.
Their hands finally stirred into action, tugging his tie loose, then undone. It had blocked a stripe out of the blood sprayed across his shirt.
He pushed close to them, nocked his mouth against their neck, kissed there.
It forced their hands to an odd angle to keep undoing his shirt. His own shoved under theirs, unfastening his own buttons, and they took to pushing the dress jacket from his shoulders.
His fingers slipped in from the side of their underwear, touched far more directly between their sodden lips.
"God, you're wet," he said, clear amusement in his voice.
"I- you expected me not to be, after- oh- ha- Volke, fuck-"
His fingers were inside of them, curling, stroking, clear strength in his grip. His thumb found a place circling against their clit.
"Nn- oh, god, that's too fast-" they sighed.
It'd been far too long.
"Fuck-"
"It's as fast as I want it to be. Your husband wouldn't want me slacking, eh?"
They trembled, their pleasure poised on the edge.
"Let's call him, ask."
They hadn't felt, seen him grab their phone. He shouldn't have known their unlock code. He shouldn't have known Karel's alias he was saved as in their phone. It was ringing, though, despite all of those facts, on speaker.
"Volke?!" they gasped.
"… Lovely," Karel answered.
Volke chuckled. "Good to finally speak to the man behind my employer… So I said I doubted you wanted me to make the poor thing wait to come…"
Mark could practically see the color in Karel's cheeks through the pointed silence from the other end of the line.
"That is correct," he finally said.
This whole time, Volke had them held on that edge, just enough to keep them there, not enough to let them tip over. They wanted to scream.
"Lovely, do you want to?" he asked.
Finding their voice took a longer moment than they wanted as pleasure roiled in them, threatening to overflow.
"Yes, Karel, naturally…?!"
"Mm… Yes, please do as is needed," Karel said, something dark in his voice.
"I'd like to hear it," he then added.
"Of course," Volke said.
What he did had them crying out, gasping, had his hand, his pants soaked in squirt.
"Oh, you are so cute when you call his name. But," Volke chuckled, the words only making sense on a delay, their realizing they'd had no idea what they'd said at all. He gripped them from the inside tighter. "I'm the one making you come. Call mine, this time."
"Lovely, do be respectful of the man's work…"
A hot flush went through them.
"I- shit. Yeah. Sorry."
Volke kissed them, hot, wet.
"Hmph, I'd be offended, but, look at you. You're smitten with the man. Heh. In love with your damn husband."
They looked away, laughed softly, nervously.
"Stop that, come here," he chuckled, kissed them again, more heat behind it, as his hand resumed its efforts, seeming to hold the very points of their pleasure between his fingers.
It was too fast, too easy, too much.
"Volke!" they sobbed, realizing themself to indeed be sobbing as he drove them to another shaking, trembling orgasm.
"Volke…oh, god, Volke," they breathed.
"I'll take my leave," Karel chuckled, that odd accent suddenly so apparent in his voice to them with someone else listening. "Volke? …Let me know how it goes."
Mark felt the heat surge into their face.
The line went dead.
"Eheh… status report at the end? You are a damn job."
"I mean, you are getting paid," Mark countered, a weak grin on their lips as they tried to regain themself.
His fingers hooked in the waist of the underwear, pulled them down. Mark rose once more from where they'd involuntarily sunk in his lap to let them slip down their legs.
Volke meanwhile shrugged out of his shirt until stopped by his slacks, which he had undone, shoved down with military efficiency.
Slacks, and, they noticed in the same motion, the underwear…
"You were planning to get laid," they said, noting the shiny fabric.
His legs shifted as he toed off the dress shoes.
"I thought it was our whole arrangement," he said.
But their eyes were drawn to his fully hard cock, fingers reaching for it, for that gentle curve in it, the thickness of it, the blunt head bared by erection, and below all of that, his rather heavy-looking balls that sat snugged up close to his body.
"I…oh," they said, gaze sweeping up to meet his. "Volke…"
"Hmm?" he asked, grin crooked and smug.
"You're… that's perfect."
He made a hitched sound. There was color in his cheeks.
"Thanks. Had nothing to do with it."
"Mm… want you inside me," they all but purred, settling back into his lap.
He chuckled, cleared his throat as he pulled a wrapper from the discarded pants' pocket.
"Put it on for me," he said, handing it to them.
"Oh… mm," they hummed, tearing it open and peeking at it to see which side. They traced their fingertips down his cock, getting the size of him. Oh, he'd be good to take.
They rolled the thin – very thin, they noted, barely a whisper between them – condom down his cock.
"This… it's very nice," they said, meeting his eyes as their fingers curled around his sheathed length, stroked.
"I don't come cheap," he said. "Get on me, sweetheart."
They shifted in his lap, threaded their hand between their bodies to line his cock with their sopping entrance. As they slid down, they groaned softly at the stretch of him.
"Nn- I feel like a fucking…virgin again, it's been so long."
His breath hissed and his arms wound around them, dragging them in flush with himself. He gritted his teeth.
"You're tight like one…"
"Ha… ha, oh, you- you feel good," they breathed, staring to rise and fall in his lap. "Fuck-"
Their waterline burned.
He kissed them, deep, mouth so sensual on theirs, so unexpectedly sweet.
"Mm… here, let me get deeper," he said, had them tight in his arms, held flush against himself as he turned, lay them down onto the couch.
That first thrust seemed to reach to their very core, had them gasping as though the breath had been punched out of them.
"Damn- tight as fuck!"
The slap of skin echoed through the room as he shifted his angle until their eyes pinched shut and they grabbed onto his arm, grip so tight they were certain they'd leave a bruise in the shape of their hand on him.
"Yes- there! There, please!" they yelped.
He thrust into them as though it was his sole calling in life.
"Oh, god-"
"Him? Heh, no, I'm-"
He was cut off with a low groan.
"Fuck! You'll get me this fast-"
"Please!"
"Ah- so polite, damn- Suppose I- ngk-"
They felt the throb of him, a heady pulsing. He stayed still a long moment, face slack with ecstasy.
He winced, though, as he pulled out and stripped off the condom, tying it off with an efficiency that seemed far too practiced.
He dropped it onto their chest, sticky with their own fluids, and full – very full.
Their gaze went from that, up to him, brows raised.
They mimed an o shape with their mouth.
"Hm? Been a while for me, too."
They just panted, staring up at the man who was not their husband. The fine as hell man who had given them their first dick in months.
"Heh…" he huffed, "let's pick a different surface for round two. I brought plenty."
He dropped the whole strip of them onto their chest atop the spent one.
-----rehide
bonus~ some art I doodled~
rehide
premise- based very loosely on modern us military structure, not set in the real world at all, liberties taken, this is uniform porn
mark- enlisted, but a special classification of strategist
karel- contractor, special operations, married to mark, deployed A Lot
volke- contractor, private security, mark's hired bodyguard (:
and from there? we pick up. #au_ncd #karel #volke #mark
r-18, 2752 words, part 1/?
(the one in which mark's bodyguard kisses them, and their husband isn't mad at all)
-----
"Karel, my 'companion' just kissed me?!" they whispered into the phone. "What the fuck?! And, no, I did not kiss back!"
Mostly not a lie. He'd kissed with such a heady decadence that for a brief few seconds, as starved for physical intimacy as they were, they'd kissed as though to devour him, but they had cut that off, excused themself. There had been no grace to it as they'd hurried off to the bathroom. To clean up, clean the blood off, supposedly. It was still spattered on them as they stood over the sink.
"…Lovely…" he started, a puzzlement in his voice. "…Was that one of the terms?"
"Terms? What? Why would I have said anything about that?"
"Hm. Unexpected…"
"I'll say?! He's such a professional!"
They realized they were starting to go above a whisper, quieted themself.
"… Mark. What did you hire that man for?"
"For what you said, as a companion to be sure I'm taken care of, while you're on assignment."
"Taken care of… in what way?" he asked.
"A bodyguard, of course. Especially since we're rather limited already…"
Karel was quiet. They heard a low, rough laugh, then. "Mark… He understood the assignment… pah. You did not."
"…what?"
"I intended you to find someone to meet your needs for intimacy while I'm away…"
"I- you?! You what?!"
"Companion, to ensure you were taken care of. How much more clear might I have been?"
"…Karel, did you mean…escort?" Mark asked.
"Is that not…"
He was quiet. They could practically feel how he squinted, and that shifted into a scowl.
"They are not the same," Mark said. "And it's still…"
"I… hmph. Mark, he clearly understood my intent that you take a lover… if he is someone you find attractive…"
God, but they did. The sly tilt of his mouth, his bottomless eyes that they couldn't get out of their head, could lose time staring into, those hands – strong, capable, and so nimble, his thighs that they wanted to straddle – even the smoke from his cigarettes had saturated their thoughts.
"I…" and they swallowed. "Yes."
"Then take advantage of the situation, lovely," he said.
"I… assuming he didn't decide I'm crazy and leave…"
"Go," he said, succinctly, and the line hung silent, dead.
love you « mark1
saint » love, go
fyi all safe but was almost assassinated tell u abt it later « mark1
saint » call later
saint » go
They raked their hair back into place in the mirror, made some attempts at straightening the torn suit, courtesy of said assassination attempt, before giving up and squaring their shoulders.
Volke was standing in the same place, looked them over as they came out.
"Warrant officer," he said, simply. "Misunderstanding, I guess."
"… You could say that," they said, stepping back into his radius, at each point far too aware of how quickly he could close the distance. "On my side, though, it seems."
"Eh?" he asked. "Do tell."
"Well. It seems I didn't understand what my husband was telling me to… do."
That same sly smile took its place on his lips. He shifted his weight.
"Mhmm… I realized as much when you seemed so scandalized. You're rather loyal, aren't you?"
"Yes. To him… but, if even he thinks this is a good idea…"
Volke raised a brow. "Go on."
"I… well. You're a handsome man. And I do have you already under contract… and it is what you thought I had you for…"
"Go on," he said, grin growing wider.
"If you're still open to it… I am… still thinking about earlier…"
"Foreplay?" he asked.
His earlier words, before he'd kissed them, before they'd hidden in the bathroom to call their husband, came rocketing back to them, his question, "...that enough foreplay that now we can get to the reason you hired me?"
They'd underestimated his quickness in closing that distance, in his hand being just short of touching their face. His skin smelled of smoke.
"I…yes. I'd be an idiot to disobey my dear husband's direct wishes," they chuckled.
"He is a fearsome man," Volke agreed.
"So if you're still open to it…"
"To what?" he cackled.
"To… fucking," they said, feeling so dirty at saying it in such a way, and then so immature for feeling that filth in it.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Normally I'm not paid… heh, I'll have to really give it my all."
"He wasn't wrong… it's been a while. I do need… something…"
"Mm, I'm aware …his name sounds so filthy in your voice…"
They started, eyes wide.
"Sweetheart…" he said, a smug note to his voice. He let that touch alight onto their face. "I actually was doing the job you thought you hired me for, too… I've been rather close to do that."
"You thought I was hiring you as an escort and you-?!"
"Eh, you have threats, I'm a professional. Can't help notice them… and I figured might be a kink thing for you. Why else do you hire a contractor as a fucktoy?"
"That wasn't what I-"
"Well, yes," he laughed, a low cough in it. "Makes a lot more sense now, you know."
"I'd imagine… We're still talking, though, and…"
Volke's fingers tightened on their cheek. He leaned in, kissed them, lips guiding theirs open immediately. They let him, let his tongue slip into their mouth, licked back at him. They hadn't expected him to moan, low, soft into their mouth as his lips caressed theirs.
The kiss alone was making them aware of the aching need between their thighs.
"Volke…" they breathed.
He pulled them back with him towards the couch. When he bumped into the edge, he pulled them down astride himself.
Their dress pants pulled tight against their thighs, spread apart so across his lap. They kicked their heels off to two small thuds against the floor.
He broke from the kiss – the series of them, really – finally.
"Hm, your preference? It's your contract."
"…How do you mean?"
"Am I in charge of this? You're usually, eh?"
"Oh. Oh… you're… mm. You seem like you know how to run things… Let me be a little lazy?"
"You're cute," he said, chuckled. "Lazy? You're staying up there…but a lot is coming off. I want to see those tits without having to peek through the blinds for them."
"You… hah. Pervert."
"I was guarding you," he said, slipping buttons on their shirt, baring more and more of their undershirt. He shucked the shirt from their shoulders, yanked the undershirt from its tuck, baring their breasts.
"No bra… They're even better than I'd thought… heh, what I wouldn't give to see these in a push-up. You'd be choking on them."
He said it, cupped his hands against them both, feeling the heft of them. His hands were so warm, gentle despite the brush of callouses from every weapon he was practiced in holding.
"And he leaves these? For months at a time? Your man…" he chuckled. "I'm not giving them back."
"You're really into tits, huh?"
He gave them an appreciative squeeze, then dropped his head to press his mouth against them. That touch was velvet-soft, and then he suckled.
They couldn't help it. They grabbed onto his shoulders to steady themself.
"Oh, god, Volke…"
He didn't let up, and when he switched to the other, the anticipation had made them that much more sensitive, receptive, vocal as his mouth tended to that tender, pebbled flesh.
When he released, the sound of it was lewd, wet, a pop that seemed to echo in their ear. They made a shocked sound as he was back to it for more kisses laid against, around their swollen nipples.
"Hm, since I thought I was whoring," he said, "I have options… you don't have any allergies on record… latex? Vinyl?"
"No, none. Whatever feels best for you." They snickered. "…You looked into my allergies…"
"In case of poisoning, of course."
"Oh, sure," they said. "Of course."
He had their pants undone. They stood just enough to slip out of them, and he fingered at the hip of the underwear they were left in.
"Oh, these… but you didn't expect to get laid?"
"Can't a bitch just want cute underwear?" they asked.
His fingers slipped under the band, snapped it against their skin.
"A bitch didn't also think about the bodyguard seeing them?" he asked, eyes steady on theirs.
"Huh… mm."
"Heh, what would your husband have thought?"
"That I'm a damn moron, apparently."
He toyed more with the black lace, ran his finger along the clothed seam of their lips.
"Oh… Volke…"
Heat crept through them. They hadn't had any touch from another save for Karel's in nearly a decade, nor any touch but their own in months. He pressed in more firmly, rocked his hand against them. Their breath caught.
Their hands finally stirred into action, tugging his tie loose, then undone. It had blocked a stripe out of the blood sprayed across his shirt.
He pushed close to them, nocked his mouth against their neck, kissed there.
It forced their hands to an odd angle to keep undoing his shirt. His own shoved under theirs, unfastening his own buttons, and they took to pushing the dress jacket from his shoulders.
His fingers slipped in from the side of their underwear, touched far more directly between their sodden lips.
"God, you're wet," he said, clear amusement in his voice.
"I- you expected me not to be, after- oh- ha- Volke, fuck-"
His fingers were inside of them, curling, stroking, clear strength in his grip. His thumb found a place circling against their clit.
"Nn- oh, god, that's too fast-" they sighed.
It'd been far too long.
"Fuck-"
"It's as fast as I want it to be. Your husband wouldn't want me slacking, eh?"
They trembled, their pleasure poised on the edge.
"Let's call him, ask."
They hadn't felt, seen him grab their phone. He shouldn't have known their unlock code. He shouldn't have known Karel's alias he was saved as in their phone. It was ringing, though, despite all of those facts, on speaker.
"Volke?!" they gasped.
"… Lovely," Karel answered.
Volke chuckled. "Good to finally speak to the man behind my employer… So I said I doubted you wanted me to make the poor thing wait to come…"
Mark could practically see the color in Karel's cheeks through the pointed silence from the other end of the line.
"That is correct," he finally said.
This whole time, Volke had them held on that edge, just enough to keep them there, not enough to let them tip over. They wanted to scream.
"Lovely, do you want to?" he asked.
Finding their voice took a longer moment than they wanted as pleasure roiled in them, threatening to overflow.
"Yes, Karel, naturally…?!"
"Mm… Yes, please do as is needed," Karel said, something dark in his voice.
"I'd like to hear it," he then added.
"Of course," Volke said.
What he did had them crying out, gasping, had his hand, his pants soaked in squirt.
"Oh, you are so cute when you call his name. But," Volke chuckled, the words only making sense on a delay, their realizing they'd had no idea what they'd said at all. He gripped them from the inside tighter. "I'm the one making you come. Call mine, this time."
"Lovely, do be respectful of the man's work…"
A hot flush went through them.
"I- shit. Yeah. Sorry."
Volke kissed them, hot, wet.
"Hmph, I'd be offended, but, look at you. You're smitten with the man. Heh. In love with your damn husband."
They looked away, laughed softly, nervously.
"Stop that, come here," he chuckled, kissed them again, more heat behind it, as his hand resumed its efforts, seeming to hold the very points of their pleasure between his fingers.
It was too fast, too easy, too much.
"Volke!" they sobbed, realizing themself to indeed be sobbing as he drove them to another shaking, trembling orgasm.
"Volke…oh, god, Volke," they breathed.
"I'll take my leave," Karel chuckled, that odd accent suddenly so apparent in his voice to them with someone else listening. "Volke? …Let me know how it goes."
Mark felt the heat surge into their face.
The line went dead.
"Eheh… status report at the end? You are a damn job."
"I mean, you are getting paid," Mark countered, a weak grin on their lips as they tried to regain themself.
His fingers hooked in the waist of the underwear, pulled them down. Mark rose once more from where they'd involuntarily sunk in his lap to let them slip down their legs.
Volke meanwhile shrugged out of his shirt until stopped by his slacks, which he had undone, shoved down with military efficiency.
Slacks, and, they noticed in the same motion, the underwear…
"You were planning to get laid," they said, noting the shiny fabric.
His legs shifted as he toed off the dress shoes.
"I thought it was our whole arrangement," he said.
But their eyes were drawn to his fully hard cock, fingers reaching for it, for that gentle curve in it, the thickness of it, the blunt head bared by erection, and below all of that, his rather heavy-looking balls that sat snugged up close to his body.
"I…oh," they said, gaze sweeping up to meet his. "Volke…"
"Hmm?" he asked, grin crooked and smug.
"You're… that's perfect."
He made a hitched sound. There was color in his cheeks.
"Thanks. Had nothing to do with it."
"Mm… want you inside me," they all but purred, settling back into his lap.
He chuckled, cleared his throat as he pulled a wrapper from the discarded pants' pocket.
"Put it on for me," he said, handing it to them.
"Oh… mm," they hummed, tearing it open and peeking at it to see which side. They traced their fingertips down his cock, getting the size of him. Oh, he'd be good to take.
They rolled the thin – very thin, they noted, barely a whisper between them – condom down his cock.
"This… it's very nice," they said, meeting his eyes as their fingers curled around his sheathed length, stroked.
"I don't come cheap," he said. "Get on me, sweetheart."
They shifted in his lap, threaded their hand between their bodies to line his cock with their sopping entrance. As they slid down, they groaned softly at the stretch of him.
"Nn- I feel like a fucking…virgin again, it's been so long."
His breath hissed and his arms wound around them, dragging them in flush with himself. He gritted his teeth.
"You're tight like one…"
"Ha… ha, oh, you- you feel good," they breathed, staring to rise and fall in his lap. "Fuck-"
Their waterline burned.
He kissed them, deep, mouth so sensual on theirs, so unexpectedly sweet.
"Mm… here, let me get deeper," he said, had them tight in his arms, held flush against himself as he turned, lay them down onto the couch.
That first thrust seemed to reach to their very core, had them gasping as though the breath had been punched out of them.
"Damn- tight as fuck!"
The slap of skin echoed through the room as he shifted his angle until their eyes pinched shut and they grabbed onto his arm, grip so tight they were certain they'd leave a bruise in the shape of their hand on him.
"Yes- there! There, please!" they yelped.
He thrust into them as though it was his sole calling in life.
"Oh, god-"
"Him? Heh, no, I'm-"
He was cut off with a low groan.
"Fuck! You'll get me this fast-"
"Please!"
"Ah- so polite, damn- Suppose I- ngk-"
They felt the throb of him, a heady pulsing. He stayed still a long moment, face slack with ecstasy.
He winced, though, as he pulled out and stripped off the condom, tying it off with an efficiency that seemed far too practiced.
He dropped it onto their chest, sticky with their own fluids, and full – very full.
Their gaze went from that, up to him, brows raised.
They mimed an o shape with their mouth.
"Hm? Been a while for me, too."
They just panted, staring up at the man who was not their husband. The fine as hell man who had given them their first dick in months.
"Heh…" he huffed, "let's pick a different surface for round two. I brought plenty."
He dropped the whole strip of them onto their chest atop the spent one.
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bonus~ some art I doodled~
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Path of Radiance
Availability: Mark is able to be recruited during chapter 8. If the east courtyard is entered with a player-controlled unit, Mark will appear from the north-eastern forest and move towards Ike, Titania, or Soren, whoever is nearer, joining.
Recruiting Mark is a challenge given how much of the map needs to be crossed – Mark will flee if dealt fatal damage before being recruited, but the player will get a preview of Mark's ability, which is that Mark will roll the player back to the last player phase and then flee at the start of it. Mark joins at level 1 and is carrying no items except for a Stiletto that, due to class as a mage, cannot be equipped. It is best just to give it to Volke or Sothe, as Mark's strength is too low to make decent use of it even once promoted.
Mark has the locked "???" ability that allows selection of any turn to restart from, player phase.
If Mark takes fatal damage, the ability will forcibly reset to the most recent player phase. If Mark has an A-rank support and is deployed with that unit, the ability will also trigger if that unit takes fatal damage
If Volke reaches A-rank support with Mark, "???" will be renamed to "Secret"
Upon appearing on the map:
Mark: … ahh… a battle… Well, this is fine, let's see if I can figure out the factions…
Mark: … … …
Mark: Ah… those people… their circumstances seem a bit dire… Well. Time to make a decision and just hope for the best… Not like I can't try again…
If fatally wounded before recruitment:
Mark: (???) … … I need to get my bearings better… I'd better get out of here before anything else happens.
Recruitment conversation – Soren:
Mark: Aah–?! Ah– I– you! Under attack from these soldiers– Watch out! I can help you!
Soren: …? Who–
Mark: Talk later, I'm very useful! I have a sense for when things are about to go south! Like there– watch out!
(brief tutorial)
Soren: … After the battle, we'll talk.
Recruitment conversation – Titania:
Mark: You there! Knight! Help me, and I can help you!
Titania: A girl under attack–? Come, inside!
Mark: Arm me, and I can fight too! And I can see when things are about to– yaa–!! Watch out!
(tutorial)
Titania: You have good sense! Let's talk after, girl!
Recruitment conversation – Ike:
Mark: You– you look like you're in charge–
Ike: That is… yes– I suppose! Who–
Mark: Help me! I can help you, but I'm unarmed– but, if you– Watch out!
(tutorial lol)
Ike: Thanks– didn't see that coming, let's talk after!rehide
Base Conversations:
Chapter 9 – Villager ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (available if Mark was saved)
Ike: Girl, there you are, you doing ok? That was a rough spot. You're a quick thinker, though.
Mark: … ah, mm. Yeah, I'm ok, a little dazed… I don't remember anything…
Ike: Anything… about?
Mark: Um… anything. My name is all… and apparently… things like that, I guess.
Soren: No personal history? … convenient, if you were a spy…
Ike: Let's hear her out. You were helpful in that battle.
Titania: Things weren't looking good. She did help us out – she could have made things go much worse.
Soren: … I suppose they weren't. But I don't trust her.
Mark: It's fine if you don't trust me. I can prove myself.
Soren: For someone who doesn't remember anything…
Mark: It's true, though. I remember battle… it seems to be the only thing I remember.
Soren: … I don't like this.
(allow to join y/n)
Don't Allow – Mark: Ah, yes, I understand… Well, thanks for helping me out at least. I'll be out of here.
Do Allow – Mark: I know, it's strange, but, I promise I'll earn my keep.
Chapter 13 – ??? ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (available if Mark is recruited and Volke was hired in chapter 10 and is still alive)
Mark: Uh, ha… where to go, where to go…
Mark: No, somebody will come looking here…
Mark: …maybe here … … …
Mark: …!! Oh–? Hello?
Volke: Eh? What?
Mark: … ah?! Ha– sorry! Just looking for somewhere quiet… I'll–
Volke: … you aren't looking for me?
Mark: I don't know who… … oh, wait, Mr Fireman? It was dark, I couldn't…
Volke: What do you have there? Is that…
Mark: Oh… this, yes, I… had some candy… I was just looking for somewhere quiet to eat, think…
Volke: … … 50 gold for some and I'll leave you alone to the rest…
Mark: Ah? Oh, you don't have to leave, or pay me… I'll share some. You… you're the quiet type. That's all I wanted was some quiet.
Volke: Eh, sure. Thanks.
Mark: … ah, of course. I'll just be here a bit…
Volke: … Take this, then, if not coin. I've seen you practicing…
Mark: Uh? It's… I can't really use it very well in battle, it's just… ha… well, thank you.
Volke: Mm.
(Received Arms Scroll)rehide
Supports (Volke & Soren):
Volke
C-rank (only available if info conversation triggered)
Volke: … seer. Where do you come from?
Mark: !! Ah!! Mr Fireman… I didn't see you there–
Volke: The question, answer it.
Mark: Uh? Just what I said… I don't remember.
Volke: Hmph… sure.
Mark: … … why do you care?
Volke: I'm in the business of information. You know that.
Mark: So… who wants my information? Ha… of course you can't tell m–
Volke: It's personal.
Mark: …? You…?
Volke: So, don't lie.
Mark: I'm not lying, I don't remember.
Volke: … I always get my answers …
Mark: ? … …
Mark: He's gone?
B-rank
Mark: … Mr Fireman? Hello?
Mark: … … hello?
Volke: … hello.
Mark: !! You show up like that–?
Volke: Should I have been louder?
Mark: I– no, I … it's fine.
Volke: So, what? You called.
Mark: I needed to request–
Volke: I only do one contract at a time.
Mark: … ha… dang.
Volke: … what is it?
Mark: I actually… wanted you to look into my past. I don't remember it. I… wonder if you could find it out. You said it, you always get your answers…
Volke: … mm. You mean it, eh?
Mark: Really. I can't remember who it was before waking up. I can only see this body's future, not its past.
Volke: … I'll do it without charge. I normally ask for three days, but… I think it will take longer.
Mark: Thank you.
Volke: Mm. Mmhm. But if I find out you're lying to me…
Mark: I– um– I mean–!! Really! I don't know who this person was!
Volke: … … hmm. Alright… Well. Go on then. I'll get to it.
Mark: Ha… thank you…
Mark: (leaves)
Volke: … …
Volke: 'this body'… 'this person'… huh. Hmm.
Volke: … is she trying to… Hmm. … I'll figure it out.
A-rank:
Volke: Seer.
Mark: !! Oh–!
Volke: Did I startle you again?
Mark: I– no– I mean, ha… yes. I'm sorry.
Volke: Come here, quietly.
Mark: ? … … …
Volke: I have what you asked for.
Mark: !? You– you do!
Volke: A few months before you found the mercenaries, a girl your age in a nearby settlement went missing… nobody could find her in the woods. She was very ill when she disappeared.
Mark: … uh? What does that mean?
Volke: You seem to be that girl. A contact told me what she looked like.
Mark: Her name? What was it?
Volke: (whispers)
Volke: … hold still.
Mark: … … … !? That's not– ah–! Hey, you– I'll scream–
Volke: No, you won't. Liar. I'm right, eh?
Mark: I– I have my reasons!
Volke: Most people with secrets do.
Mark: … it isn't anything evil. I'm not trying to hurt anyone.
Volke: That much… yes, I know it. It is why you still breathe.
Volke: That was clever, but you wasted my time.
Mark: … I know… but I did want to know… truly…
Volke: … …
Volke: (leaves)
Mark: … Volke…
Mark: … after the war… I will tell you more.
Soren
C-rank:
Mark: Oh… Soren– thank you, for letting me work with you. I… know you have your misgivings about me.
Soren: It's fine. Your tactics are strange, but…
Mark: I know it's to keep an eye on me.
Soren: … Something about you doesn't add up. You know that.
Mark: I even admitted, it was strange. It still is. But, I am being truthful. I have no idea who this person was…
Soren: Hmm. Well, while you're here, come look at this, give me your opinion.
Mark: … There. If I were sending reinforcements…
Soren: Yes, I thought the same.
Mark: And there… Someone with long-range magic could see the whole field…
Soren: Something to watch for, yes.
Soren: … … … You're strange. But…
Mark: Uh? You don't have to say it. It's fine.
Soren: …
B-rank:
Mark: If I had more time… Well. I could just…
Mark: … no, that wouldn't have worked. But that was too close of a call… I can't be careless like that… Hmm… aha, maybe if I'd…
Soren: … Mark.
Mark: …!! Soren!! How are you so quiet?
(skip if Info conversation with Volke not triggered:)
Mark: You're almost as sneaky as him…?
Soren: Who?
Mark: … that… Fireman…
(resume)
Soren: I don't think I was that quiet. You're just engrossed.
Mark: Huh? It's only been a few minutes…
Soren: You missed dinner.
Mark: Huh? Oh… Oh. That's why I'm so…
Soren: …
Mark: … wait. Soren? You… Thanks. You didn't have to… it's my own fault losing track of time.
Soren: You're less helpful when you're hungry, and we have a battle to plan.
Mark: Ah… you're right. Thank you, that was irresponsible of me…
Soren: You're welcome, just be more careful. These people depend on us.
Mark: Yes, I will.
Soren: I'll see you in a while.
Soren: (leaves)
Mark: … Oh… He… is very kind, actually…?
A-rank:
Mark: … breathe… breathe– I can just…
Soren: …
Soren: … Is that…
Mark: Yaah–!
Soren: What are you doing?
Mark: Huh? Pretty neat, huh? I've been practicing some, so I can be on my own more. I don't like always having to hang back so much.
Soren: … You don't like… hmph. That's fine.
Mark: … huh?
Soren: (leaves)
Mark: Oh… snaps!! Oh, he thought I meant–
Mark: … do I… no. That wouldn't be right… –!! Soren! Come back–!
Soren: What?
Mark: Hey, I didn't mean it like that, I'm not trying to get out of working with you! I love working with you. I actually love planning these battles together. Especially…
Mark: … …
Mark: … especially that you… gave me a chance. I know how I showed up… was strange, and you… really suspected me. So that you'd like me help like this… That you'd let me…
Mark: … sniff…
Mark: … affect the lives of people you care for, so much…
Soren: … Mark…
Soren: I don't understand everything about you, but maybe I don't need to.
Soren: You care about Ike, and everyone else here. That's fine enough for me.
Mark: … Soren… thank you…
Soren: If you want to be out on the field…
Mark: No–! I meant… I don't always like slowing people down, having to be protected…
Soren: … You protect all of us. Like when you argued with me saying there would be an ambush. You were right. You're so hardheaded.
Mark: … I… still…
Soren: We all work together, don't you understand it?
Mark: … yes… I understand. You're right, like usual…
Soren: So don't act like you're a burden.
Mark: Ha… yes. Thank you.rehide
Radiant Dawn
Availability: Joins with Crimea if recruited in PoR (unavailable if no save data loaded)
Mark retains the "???" (or, renamed "Secret") ability which functions in the same manner as in Path of Radiance, with the notable difference that a specific move can be selected per player phase.
The ability still auto-triggers if Mark is dealt lethal damage, or, if a unit Mark has an A-rank support with (including transferred support) is dealt lethal damage. The difference is not in effect when the ability auto-triggers, the ability simply loads to the most recent player phase.rehide
Supports & Conversations
C: … stay near, I have an idea of how this will go.
B: careful. I can see what's going to happen. I'll look out for us.
A: wait, this way, the other way isn't safe. Stay alive, please… there's still dreams you must have.
A, specific to Volke if A-rank in PoR: wait, this way, the other way isn't safe. Stay alive, please… there's still something I have to tell you.
A, specific to Soren, if A-rank in PoR: wait, this way, the other way isn't safe. Stay alive, please… there's someone you have to live for.
"Death" quote (only triggers if no support was carried over from Path of Radiance – Mark will leave)
Mark: Oh… ha… I'm… I'm going to have to… ngk. Let's– try again– … no, I'd better… just slip away–
Base Conversation:
Endgame – ??? ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (if A-rank support with Volke carried over, and A-rank achieved with him after Volke rejoins)
Volke: So, you're still here, despite all of this secret business… you stayed by the queen's side this whole time.
Mark: !! Uh–!!
Volke: Eheh… I keep startling you.
Mark: I wanted to help how I could… you know my abilities are useful.
Volke: Hmph… are you going to tell me yet? What was it you said back then, 'after the war'?
Mark: Ah? You heard that…
Volke: You know my work. So. The war came and went. I also didn't bother you at the palace about it with so many eyes and ears… but we're alone now. Out with it.
Mark: Ha… I will… once we are at peace…
Volke: … … you keep putting it off… tell me, already.
Mark: … please. Give me more time. I promise I will tell you.
Volke: You seem to mean it.
Mark: … when I tell you, you will understand. I do not want to say, in a time of unrest…
Volke: … …
Mark: !! Ah?
Volke: You're so nervous. Don't worry. I won't cut it out of you, eh?
Mark: sigh … you… are the only person I would ever tell, actually. So if you truly want to know, and you can wait…
Volke: … what?
Mark: Really. You're the only person I don't think would use it… hmm. No. Other people here might not… at least not on purpose. But you…
Volke: … Survive this. I have to know what it is.
Mark: Ha… survive, for you?
Volke: …! Um–
Volke: I just want answers. Don't read anything into it.
Mark: Aha… mm. Sure. Are you… blushing?
Volke: … … …
Volke: … anyhow– I found this… it's the kind of magic you use.
Mark: …! It is… ah… Mr… Volke. Thank you.
Volke: Sure. Anyway. Don't you dare try to give me the slip, after the war. I want to know.
Mark: …find me quickly. Something… might happen.
Volke: What? What are you talking about…?
Mark: Talk to me quickly, after the war, or else you might lose your chance. That's all I can say.
Volke: Mm. Got it. Though I don't understand it.
Mark: It will make sense…
Mark: (leaves)
Volke: … wait.
Volke: … wait a minute.
Mark: (returns)
Mark: …?
Volke: (~unmasked sprite~)
Volke: …
Mark: …!!
Volke: …
Mark: … you're definitely blushing.
Volke: (leaves)
Mark: Did he… really? Ah… Volke…
Mark: I want to tell you… please, find me quickly…
(Received Bolting)
Ending, if A-support in PoR and RD, and info conversation triggered and Volke is still alive
Mark: Mark disappeared in the days after the war, leaving an important conversation hanging. No trace of the mysterious seer was ever found.
Volke: Volke searched tirelessly for Mark to get the answer to his long-standing question. Any rumor of a mysterious seer was of interest to him until several years after the war, when he disappeared as well, leaving no trace at all. Nobody knows if he found what he was looking for.
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