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>> 017 | horny birthday to you

[ at first, he hadn't been sure what to make of the invitation.

the address was printed quite nicely on cardstock, lettered with a steady, even hand. he recognized the name well enough as belonging to one of the shier students in his astronomy class, one he had spoken to only a handful of times (once, because she was in the way, and the second because she was in the way, and the third because she wasn't in the way, but she was going to be if she didn't move). it certainly wasn't enough to merit any kind of friendly, camaraderie-like treatment between them and he had always assumed she were terrified of him and wanted to avoid any and all interaction with him as much as possible.

but apparently not, judging from the invitation. he couldn't even write it off as a mistake because the envelope had very clearly said his name in neat, printed letters. the address was too far to walk but that was fine, since there had been a +1 stipulation on the bottom and he knew for a fact that his roommate could drive.

well, not really knew so much as assumed. there was a car in the driveway that could belong to any one of them and he didn't want to take anyone else but Silver, so obviously he was going to assume only the best to make this happen.

there were another series of words printed at the bottom in loopy handwriting that read "costumes optional!" that just oozed a personal touch he felt charmed by. costumes... ah, that's right. it was near the end of October, so clearly this was a Halloween party. he had a few costumes in his closet he'd bought for such an occasion but never had a chance to wear, so he spends the entirety of the day meticulously trying on outfits before deciding on the perfect fit, and then with roughly thirty minutes to the party (the address of which was about twenty-five minutes away by car) he's knocking on Silver's closed door with a sharp rap of his knuckles.

Silver will open it to the sight of Malleus dressed in a purple dragon costume, complete with wings and a tail to boot. affixed on top of his head, carefully balanced between the horns, is a festive party hat. ]

Silver. [ he says and holds up the invitation by way of greeting. ] I have been invited to a party. Come.

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[Silver, for his part, has spent the day with his usual studies, keeping a quiet eye on the area because... well, he's as much a roommate as a bodyguard of sorts, making sure nothing truly bothers Malleus (their other roommates aside). so of course, he's quick to answer the door quickly at the familiar rap of knuckles.

his lips open to speak, to greet Malleus and ask what he needs - when he's assaulted by that costume. pale eyes almost seem to stare through the other man for a moment, before he exhales a noise.]

... A party? Are you going in that? [he asks the question while gently taking the invitation, gaze sliding down to it. in truth, he's glad. Malleus is so often overlooked, especially by those who find him intimidating or uncomfortable, and so he's so often left behind... and their housemates, while devoted and happy to care for Malleus, can only fill that void so much.

... but... the party is within the half-hour and a good distance away, and Silver almost winces. no time to pack spare clothes, just in case... he's not worried for himself, dressed in his usual simple button-up shirt and slacks, green-lined jacket hanging visibly off his nearby chair.]

Give me a moment, sir, and I'll meet you by the car.

Of course. It is a costume party.

[ this is spoken in the same sort of tone one might use with a very small child. Malleus, for his part, sees absolutely nothing wrong with this. the costume is cheaply made but still of pretty good quality, and it certainly gets its intended purpose across.

the party hat is just his own personal touch. a designer's flair, a bold brushstroke on the canvas. he thinks it ties it all together quite nicely. ]

Of course. Would you like to borrow a costume? I have several in my closet that might fit you.

A costume optional party.

[this is, more or less, Silver's defense - especially when Malleus asks if he'd like to borrow another costume. setting aside their height differences, he's not sure what the man might choose... and besides, he needs to keep an appropriate distance to ensure Malleus is taken care of, doesn't he?]

We've little time to waste, sir - if we don't leave soon, you'll be late and I won't have that. If you've something in mind, I can see if there's a location to change at the party, but I will be fine either way.

[fixing his own collar, he nods and turns to pick up his jacket. he's hardly worried about what Malleus does - the man is perfectly capable of making decisions without dawdling; better than himself, even. Silver hesitates for just a moment before picking up a small vial and slipping it into his jacket pocket. just in case he finds himself dozing, really.

at least it's not happened while he's actively driving or otherwise taking care of Malleus, he supposes.]

[ Silver has a point, and he can't find it in himself to put up much of a protest. on the one hand it wouldn't do for him to be late to the first ever party he'd been invited to, but on the other hand surely they would understand if it were someone like him. his grades more than spoke of his status, and his family's wealth wasn't anything to be scoffed at. back home he practically lived like royalty so, if anything, they were probably honored to have him even present no matter how tardy he'd be.

the alternative presented gets a nod of agreement, and he holds up a hand to stop Silver from leaving before turning and scooting off down the hall to his bedroom. through the ajar door the other can see the way he rifles through his closet, hear the sound of hangers clatter over the metal rod before Malleus lets out a soft "perfect" and returns with what a costume laid out over his arm. ]

I'm sure there will be plenty of places to change. Until that time, however - [ one hand goes to his carefully placed party hat and plucks it off his head before moving it over so he can affix it to Silver's. small sacrifices must be made. ] - wear this. Costumes may be optional but that's no excuse to neglect our appearances when we have the means to dress up at our disposal.

[ meaning - he has an assload of costumes and not a whole lot of bodies to put them on. perhaps he's been wanting to go to a Halloween party for a long, long time. ]

[Silver isn't going anywhere, especially with the gesture to stay. he does pick up his things while Malleus is rifling through his closet, listening distantly to the sound of it and trying not to dread whatever aesthetic he comes up with.

admittedly, said costume is not nearly as bad as it could be. Silver can't help the slight relief that spreads through his shoulders, nodding once and-- and pausing as Malleus affixes the party hat over his head. Ah.]

You-- are correct, of course. I would be horrified if I somehow misrepresented you in some way. In future, I would be happy to offer the same.

[in his own way, it's reassurance. even if Malleus' clothing choices sometimes baffle the young man, just being there for him is the least he can do. they've done enough for him, after all.

he holds his arms out for the costume, fully intending to take it and unburden the other.]

Shall we be on our way, Malleus? I imagine you are somewhat anxious to arrive to your first party.

[ the costume is handed over without delay, treated with all the care of a priceless relic. his eyes linger on the pointed tip of the party hat before he gives another, satisfied nod, and then he's moving away and down the hall to the front door and the driveway where the car is parked.

notably, he does not give answer to the question or the comment that followed after. it's less of an anxious feeling and more excitement, a restlessness that he can't quite control. this is his first party in... well, since forever. his dignified demeanor was less impressive and more intimidating, and while most days he didn't mind that people didn't readily come and interact with him, there were times he wished that that was not the case.

but it wasn't as though it was something he could change overnight, and so he resigned himself to his suffering and his fate.

by the time Silver finds him again Malleus has already exited the house, leaving the front door wide open in the aftermath. he lingers by the car tellingly, giving the door a thoroughly scrutinizing look as though he can't quite figure out how to get inside. ]

[If asked, he'd argue that anxiety encompassed even the pleasant excitement of being actively remembered. He isn't though, so instead Silver just ensures he has all his identification and keys.

luckily for Malleus, Silver has no intention of dawdling. He's down the stairs in less than three minutes, checking his watch as he turns to lock the door. The others are still home, and the bodyguard mentally sets a reminder to text Lilia, at least, that he's taken Malleus out for a party.]

... here.

[faint exasperation colors his voice as the smaller man approaches the car door, unlocking it and pulling the latch. Holding the door wide, he bows his head politely and gestures to the seat, waiting for his charge to climb in before closing the door.

His own costume is laid out gently on the driver's side back seat, and then he's climbing in.]

Alright. Once our seatbelts are on, we'll be off.

[notably, he does not offer help - Malleus may not understand the whys and hows of the door handle, but he's dealt with seatbelts plenty, surely. Slim fingers lift to adjust the rearview, and Silver glances over once, considering saying something. Evidently, he decides against it, simply shaking his head and smiling wryly before turning the key in the ignition.

Wordlessly, they're off to the party, though Silver is happy to make small talk as they go. It'll help keep him awake... probably.]

[ ah, so it was locked. that makes sense. for a moment he was wondering if perhaps he'd gotten it wrong and this car did not belong to anyone in the building, but he's certainly glad that was not the case.

it only takes a bit of finagling to get inside the car, and then a little bit more after that to get the seatbelt buckled around his costume. because the seat belt does not require any kind of complex technology it is a simple affair, and soon enough he's sitting prim and proper and looking over at Silver expectantly.

there is perhaps a pleased glint in his eye when his gaze falls upon the party hat still on his head. big approve.

the trip to the party is filled with pleasant small-talk; Malleus does not talk overmuch about himself except in the moments where he does, speaking of what the parties back in his hometown of the Valley of Thorns was like. at least the ones that he was invited to, anyway, which mostly numbered the ones thrown for his own birthday.

in little to no time at all the car is pulling up to a homely little house nestled in the suburbs and possessing only a ground floor. the sound of laughter and music can be heard, the lights casting a bright spotlight on all the bodies dancing and weaving around each other through the windows. a few costumed individuals mill around on the front lawn talking amongst themselves or, in the case of the handful of people from the other dorms that are familiar with him, staring blatantly into the car with mixed looks of awe and horror on their faces.

Malleus doesn't pay them any mind and quickly unbuckles his seatbelt before pushing the door open and worming his way out. his soft, stuffed horns catch on the car's frame before he's able to escape all the way. ]

... Ah. [ he says, once the door is closed. now he's starting to look a little anxious. ] We did not bring a gift.

[ without missing a beat he looks to Silver, eyes practically pleading. ] Empty your pockets.

[In turn, his de facto chaperone listens attentively, drinking in every bit of information about the Valley of Thorns and how Malleus saw it. He doesn't acknowledge the glint of approval on Malleus' face, but his lips curl just a little - he's definitely thankful for it.

The party is... busy, Silver would say. It makes him a touch nervous, being here without Sebek or Lilia to help protect-- no, he reminds himself. It's just a party. It'll be fine. Even if people are staring in both awe and terror, that's not unusual when one meets Malleus.]

Ah?

[Empty your pockets. he says it so casually, but Silver just stares for a moment. He-- what does he expect him to have?

Still, he's turning out his pockets. They're not full of much, but his wallet could still have some cash or a gift card he never even freed from its backing. He certainly doesn't have a lot of time to use them.]

I can call something in, if necessary. A bouquet and a card, perhaps. [If he's honest though, this doesn't look like much of a birthday party. Are there even gifts here to begin with?]

[ the suggestion has him pausing, considering Silver's offer and how acceptable it was. there wasn't anything in the invitation that suggested bringing a gift... and if he really wanted to, he could probably even say being here was gift in itself. whatever Silver had on-hand wouldn't be nearly enough to get his importance across and would probably pale in comparison to a true, proper gift. sorry Silver, too poor.

a bit more deliberation later and he nods. ]

We will... consider that afterwards. For now, perhaps it is best we get you changed.

[ he does not know if the car is locked, but he knows enough that it will beep when there is an intruder trying to break in that is not its driver, and that will probably be good enough. he sweeps up the stairs in his dragon costume, stubby tail flopping this way and that like a limp fish, and presses the invitation into the hands of one of the students at the door who really isn't doing anything except minding their own business and getting some fresh air.

naturally this is very confusing, but Malleus only nods and sweeps his way inside to mingle with the other students. ]

[At least he's probably used to this. Silver just sighs and shrugs in response to the words, watching ad Malleus heads off toward the doors. He's already dealing with the car, taking out his costume and ensuring the doors are locked and the alarm is on.

After that, it's the effort of cleaning up after Malleus' personality - which at least right now just consists of taking up the forcibly given invitation with a mumbled apology and scurrying off to keep up with the taller man.

At least he won't lose him in the crowd, dressed like that. Silver feels a thread of drowsiness ceiling into his thoughts, but ignores it for now. He just needs a space where he can safely change - though part of him is worried over just how quickly Malleus can find trouble without him.

Not that he thinks it wild be intentional. It's just... this is a new environment, and he himself is a little out of his element.]

[ finding the host of the party is an easy enough affair; she is the one surrounded by a gaggle of friends and acquaintances, fielding them all with the sort of shy grace expected of someone used to hosting parties.

he doesn't dwell on this for very long, instead marching right on up to her - with a few wary glances from her friends - and thanking her properly for the invitation. before she has a chance to speak he interrupts, nodding to his companion in question and asking about where he might find a place to change.

the room that she directs them to is off to the side, a little bathroom that is free of any bodies engaged heavily in the throes of passion. he opens the door, peeks in, and then glances back to Silver. ]

While you change, allow me to find us some libations.

[Silver remains something of a silent companion, glaring at the occasional partygoer who seems intent on getting a little too close to Malleus. the place is a bit... loose, if the man says so, but he only thinks it to himself. this is one of the many things he's at least certain that Malleus can make his own decisions regarding, and letting him have a little freedom and fun? that's worth the faint itch of uncertainty.

which, of course, brings him to needing to change. he offers the party host a gracious thanks before following Malleus to the room - a walk where he tries very hard to ignore the sheer amount of... passionate displays happening around. when Malleus turns back to him, Silver nods at his words.]

Of course. It won't take me long - and water is fine for me. It would not do to accidentally imbibe when I'm your driver.

[with that, he slips past his charge to the bathroom, taking one last glance back before shutting the door. it's a relatively simple affair with the quality of costume, and though it's perhaps a little too long in the leg, he can simply overlap the extra and hide them in the boots.

it's only a few minutes, thereby, before he's slipping out of the bathroom with his other clothes neatly folded. Malleus may not yet be in sight, but he'll be able to find him pretty easily, he suspects - and it gives time to find where he can safely store his clothes beforehand. party hat in hand, now that he's wearing his equally silly little crown, there's just a moment taken to breathe in and exhale before Silver makes his way toward what he suspects is the kitchen.

privately, he hopes Malleus is at least enjoying himself. this is the first party he's been invited to in... basically ever, after all. that there's alcohol might be good, or it might be terrible, but either way he can handle it. it can't be any worse than an inconsolable Sebek, or some other such absurdity.]

[ the crowds of students don't do much in the way of parting to let Silver through despite that some of them recognize him and the dorm that he hails from, so it makes getting through the house rather difficult.

but, as expected, Malleus's reputation does a good enough job of preceding him wherever he goes and one needs only to follow the drunken whispers to find him.

unsurprisingly, he is alone. the rest of the party seems to have given him a wide berth but aren't at all shy with their staring or their mutterings. despite the cartoonish costume he's wearing Malleus's expression is dour, his jaw tight even as he ladles some punch into a cup - taking a moment to take one of the scoops of ice cream floating in the mixture, as well - and as he turns to disappear back into the crowd the people behind him part like the sea before closing after him again, cutting Malleus off from view completely.

this outcome should have been expected. even if he'd been invited by the host it was seldom that the actions of one was enough to sway the minds of many, especially if it were someone as mild-mannered and shy as their host.

one of the students, someone dressed in a few scant pieces of Heartslabyul dorm gear, immediately braces himself up alongside Silver to entrap him between the wall and his body. the air between them stinks strongly of liquor and he's eying the costume the other wears with blatant interest in glazed over eyes.

in the background, Malleus can be seen ascending the stairs to the upper floors, sipping leisurely at his drink. ]

[at least Silver doesn't have a problem pushing his way through the crowds. it's irritating, exhausting really, and he's already tired enough...

the whispers are easily followed, and he grumbles and snaps 'excuse me's and 'pardon me's and the occasional 'get out of the way' as he traverses through the crowds. it's working fine, he thinks, and he's just able to see the sea of people parting, the briefest glimpse of Malleus at the punch bowl before he disappears into the crowd again.

he should have expected this, true. Silver didn't think he'd be that long, though, was sure nothing could get this bad by the time he reached Malleus.]

Ah, Malleus, wait--

[an arm braces in front of him and Silver's forward progress is stopped completely, and his glare when he turns to see a Heartslabyul uniform is like pure ice.]

Get out of my way.

[eugh. the man reeks of alcohol, and Silver wouldn't like the way he's being looked at even if those eyes weren't so glazed over. a hand rises to shove the interloper back, not even batting a lash. he has places to be.]

[ at least the Heartslabyul lad has the decency to move away, because this isn't that kind of party - and, besides that, there are other force at play here. the student goes with the shove, laughing, turning his head for one long, telling second - and then facing Silver again and breathing a plume of some herbal, spiced smoke directly into his face.

it's easy enough to write it off as a drunk asshole being a drunk asshole, but the way the aroma lingers in the air, seeps into his blood and his lungs and leaves him burning and aching and pulsing probably says all it needs to.

but the Heartslabyul boy is laughing and disappearing into the crowd, and quite suddenly Silver is left alone with his new predicament.

upstairs, Malleus has found an unoccupied area of the house that is essentially a balcony looking out over the backyard. below several students are laughing and dancing, and the few people that were occupying the porch with him quickly excuse themselves and scurry out of the area, leaving him alone with his drink. he takes his time imbibing, indulging in the ice cream first and licking it around the slosh of the drink every time he lifts it to his lips. ]

[Silver's guard is down for one second, relief filtering through him when the boy turns away. he's about to shift and move while his head is turned - and then he's turning back and blowing smoke into his face.

giving an indignant noise, he waves off the smoke and hesitates slightly when he realises that it's not... good enough. something in the scent of it lingers, sinks into his lungs and pushes him to shudder. an ache builds in his body, burning and leaving him feeling uneasy, strange. before he can say anything, the Heartslabyul boy is gone.

it's. it's fine. he needs to get to Malleus, he reminds himself.

so he makes his way further on, climbing the stairs and trying to work this awful, pervasive feeling out of his system. once he's there, at least, it's not hard to find Malleus. sitting alone, watching people or just drinking, he's not sure. it doesn't really matter.

nor does it matter that his eyes are drawn first to the way his senior drinks, his tongue lapping ice cream and--]

... Malleus. [his voice is a little odd, a little breathy as he bites his lip.] I'm sorry for the delay.

[ he feels Silver's arrival before he sees it, much in the say that one is able to tell they're being stared at. after so many years of being made a spectacle and an attraction to those too afraid to approach him, he's able to pick up on such things easier than most. it gives him time enough to finish his prolonged sip and, with a sigh, he rests his hands and the cup in his lap and glances over, the foam dragon's head bobbing with the movement.

there's little in the way of furnishings out here save for the porch swing he's seated himself on, a couple pairs of shoes and a football. normal house stuff. ]

Silver. [ he greets, not even acknowledging that he'd forgotten to get his companion a drink. Malleus rises with a rustle of cheap fabric and the dragon's tail swinging behind him, casting a cursory look first over his shoulder and then turning fully to his friend. ] There's no need to apologize. Shall we --

[ but what he's going to say is lost, his words trailing off and brows furrowing in concern. ]

... are you well? You look feverish.

[once he catches himself, Silver is quick to glance down, at least so that he's being polite. he doesn't look precisely away from his dormmate, of course, only offering a little smile when the man rises to his feet.

... and then Malleus asks about him, and the younger man blinks.]

Eh? Ah-- n-no, I'm fine. I'll need to-- to test to see if I have some sort of asthma reaction. Someone breathed smoke in my face, that's all.

[it's true, but that alone shouldn't make him feel so... shy. so antsy. he's suddenly reminded just how much larger Malleus is than him, how perfectly beautiful he's always been, even when Silver isn't looking directly at him, and--]

I should be fine by the time you've finished your drink.

Someone breathed smoke in your face?

[ Malleus is well-aware of Silver's tendency to fall asleep at inopportune moments, but as far as whether or not the other has asthmatic symptoms even he isn't sure. if Silver isn't even aware of it then it would make sense Malleus wouldn't, either.

but whether or not Silver has asthma doesn't lessen the brunt of his anger, his grip tightening on his little plastic solo cup and his brows furrowing in obvious displeasure. even the stuffed purple dragon's head doesn't do a lot to take away from the severity of his rage, and it takes little prompting for him to reach out and snatch up Silver's arm to pull him in close. ]

Who was it? Lead me to him. I will be more than happy to teach him a lesson.

I had been in a hurry to get to you and he had tried to block my path, I-

[Malleus grasps his arm to pull him close, and Silver is again confronted with how flimsy a lie the thought of asthma is. Heat sears across skin even through fabric, and the sound that escapes his lips is almost a choked moan.

No, this is bad. Oh, this is so bad. He's staring again - no, not staring exactly. His gaze is a little unsteady, lips parted for looking up into Malleus' face. He's as beautiful angry as any other emotional state, and there's a faint shudder in his breath when he's spoken to again.]

He-- I've already forgotten what he looked like, I'm sorry. He was from Heartslabyul, and terribly drunk. [When Silver looks away, it's in embarrassment, cheeks flushing deep red as his thoughts crawl at the edges of his mind.] We're here for you, there's no need to worry about me, Malleus. Please let me go.

[ somehow, hearing that the drunken lad was from Heartslabyul is unsurprising. he will have to have a chat with the RA in the morning about his student, even if house parties were technically outside the jurisdiction of the school and all associated departments.

even if Malleus might strike fear into the student body for his generally unapproachable attitude and his eerily calm composure, he had at least some respect for the various dorm heads if only because they were of the same rank.

the sound that Silver lets out is concerning, and Malleus is quick to mistake it for a cry of pain rather than anything untoward or indecent. his brows only furrow further and he looks around, trying to see if there were anyone around that he might send out to go get a glass of water or something.

when there is no one he instead leads Silver back to the little patio swing he'd been sitting on and moves to steer him onto it bodily. ]

Lay down. I'll run and fetch you some water.

[really, if the time passing wasn't bad enough, heat still coursing through every inch of his body, being pushed around -- no, Silver has to concede that he is definitely completely letting Malleus push him around -- is only making it worse. he barely has time to register what's happening before he's been steered to a swing and settled on it.]

Ah-- that's not-- I am fine, Malleus. I don't want to risk falling asleep on you right now.

[not that the other man needs Silver's protection, really, but he... really doesn't know what he'll do without someone here with him. maybe falling asleep would be the best happening of those possibilities. of course, as a fresh wave of dizzy heat washes over him and his body curls in on itself a little, he's not really in any position to go anywhere steadily. sighing heavily, he shifts to lift his legs onto the swing bench.]

... Really. I just need a moment.

[but now he looks more embarrassed than anything, knowing he's not even able to keep on his own two feet. he can't - and wouldn't - truly stop Malleus if he really wants to get him water. it won't help, but... it's fine.

maybe a little extra time will make it better and not worse.]

Falling asleep is the best thing for you at this moment.

[ but he's no doctor, so don't quote him on that. if Silver has been drugged, as he'd assumed, it would at least be better for him not to be on his feet and walking around in the event that he might pass out and slam his head into something. ]

You're very... very warm. [ even through the costume he can feel it, and the notion that Silver might have been poisoned instead of drugged makes his brows crease deeper in concern. his hand shifts from Silver's wrist to lay a cooling palm over his forehead once he's certain the other is laying down proper, and he deliberates over whether or not it might actually be a good idea to leave him for a few moments to go and get him some water or not.

really, if only Sebek were here. ]

What are you feeling right now? Dizzy? [ so as not to aggravate any of his symptoms, Malleus drops his voice to a low murmur. the result is an intimate, husky rumble deep within his chest, one that thrums along his palm and whispers in Silver's ears. it's terribly intimate, all things considered. ]

Malleus, I'm not...

[he wants to argue, but as the other places a cool hand on his forehead, Silver gives a soft, shuddery breath. it makes it hard to think, hard to focus his gaze on anything. his voice softens and turns a little more tremulous, threaded with need despite himself as Malleus' voice rumbles over his forehead and against his ear. Oh, he's so close, and Silver has to halt the idea of leaning forward and pressing himself into the older man. shit.]

I'm sorry. I just... it's hot. It feels like my body is-- aching, dizzy. I can't control my thoughts. [it's like a hunger, he thinks, but doesn't know if he should say that. it's not a physical hunger and he doesn't want Malleus to go get him food. it won't hurt anyway.

and it's not likely a poison, either - Silver doubts the Heartslabyul guy would risk breathing that in.]

[ the symptoms Silver lists off are surprising, almost too complex for a simple hit of marijuana or whatever else floats around at these parties. he certainly doesn't seem asthmatic, which is good, but his reactions are...

oh. he thinks he might know what's going on, here. for good measure and to cement his doubts, he closes the distance between them and closes his eyes. now a scant few inches away from Silver's face, he can better smell the different herbs and floral aromas that had invaded the other's nose, and the scent that assaults his senses is enough to make his pupils dilate a little and his body warm in response.

it's not as bad as getting a direct hit would be, but he can identify it easily enough.

he leans back before speaking, taking his hand off Silver's brow. ]

It appears that what the other was smoking was damiana, better known as turnera diffusa - a low-growing, yellow plant native to the southern, subtropical climates of the planet. While primarily consumed it is also possible to smoke the leaves, although it isn't recommended, and it is used for a variety of uses such as diabetes, anxiety, and sexual health.

[ a pause to let the words sink in. ]

Silver, I believe you are sexually aroused.

[Wait, wait wait wait-- Silver's voice dies in his throat as Malleus leans in, pupils dilated and lips parted for the effort of speaking. it's suffocating, and he nearly leans forward again until--

until Malleus leans back, his hand pulling away from his forehead. he speaks, and Silver's throat tightens. he knows, of course. he's not actually blind, not so... repressed that he doesn't know what his body wants. true, he didn't know why for certain, but still.

but the other man knows exactly what he's been hit with, even, and though his eyes widen to hear it said in the first place... he looks down shortly thereafter, a little shame seeping into his posture.]

... I... perhaps. [it's abnormal for him to dodge things like this. he stays where he is, lying back and ignoring the heat coursing through his everything.] but it's alright. I'm here to support you, aren't I?

In the condition you are presently in, I don't think you will be doing much supporting at all.

[ how Silver was expected to do much of anything except writhe in pleasure was beyond him. as strong as his self-preservation and sense of self was, he imagines there's not much he might be able to do in the face of a drug that was specifically made to smash through all one's inhibitions and induce their body into a state of arousal. ]

There is no helping it. We will simply have to resolve your situation.

[ that said - he'll reach over, smoothing his fingers first over the crown of Silver's head before giving his arm a tug. the intent is to roll Silver over against him, enough he can prop his weight with one arm and maybe stand them both up. he'd forgo everything and carry him if he could, but a part of him has a feeling that Silver wouldn't appreciate the gesture in the company of their peers. ]

That doesn't matter, I don't need to-- to--

[resolve the situation, he tries to say, but his breath catches as fingers smooth over the crown of his head and then curls around an arm, and it feels like his whole body is on fire. the noise he makes is absolutely indecent, a shudder crawling through him as Silver reluctantly allows himself to be maneuvered and lifted. if those hands moved a little lower, he could just--]

The feeling will-- will fade, I'm sure. [he's not sure. a sensation not unlike exhaustion tugs at his senses and, against his better judgment, the younger man lets his arm snake a little more around Malleus' shoulder. it doesn't really help the feeling of arousal, but maybe... maybe if he can focus, he can push past this.] ... I'm sorry. I should have been more careful. You sh-shouldn't be-- ah-- having to do this for me...

[he still doesn't even know what this is, honestly. his whole body aches and being close to Malleus only reminds him of so many stray thoughts, all the things truly inappropriate for one to think given their circumstances. (okay, that's mostly self-imposed, but still.)]

In several hours, yes.

[ as was the nature of aphrodisiacs. until then, Silver would have to endure this torment for a little while longer, and Malleus had a feeling that if left alone to his own devices Silver would endure it for even longer than necessary as some sort of self-imposed punishment.

with Silver at least letting him prop him up like this, it's a simple matter to hoist him up and walk him back towards the house. the music should, hopefully, not be too overwhelming for him, but Malleus intends to make this quick. they get a few strange looks as they enter because of how they're dressed and he immediately makes his way to where he'd last seen the host so that he might ask to use one of their spare rooms.

the conversation is quick, transactional, even. she gives him a few directions and he nods before moving to swiftly take Silver upstairs and to the indicated bedroom so he can rest.

as they ascend the stairs and navigate their way down the hall he turns, breath ruffling Silver's hair as he speaks nearly against his temple. his voice is a low, soothing murmur so as not to disturb the other any more than he already is with all the walking and moving they're doing. ]

Are you all right, Silver? Can you hold out a little while longer?

[If he knew how Malleus was thinking, Silver would remind him that he's not Sebek - but then, who knows if the prospect of taking care of it would turn him away from doing so? In any case, that thought is far from his mind as they move. Every step he takes feels clumsy and drunken and almost all of that is because his mind provides that where he wants to be is so much closer to Malleus.

As a result, he's both relieved and frustrated by their costumes. The cheap fabric feels atrocious on sensitive skin but it provides a distance that almost helps keep his thoughts in order. That drowsy feeling returns and for a moment, Silver lets his head turn, inhaling the warm, comforting scent of his housemate. If he closed his eyes, could he drift into daydream? Likely, he thinks, and for once the thought is comforting.

The slight sag of his weight is surreptitious but undoubtedly plain to the much taller man, even if he keeps up with the pace just fine. He doesn't even notice the host when they approach, really, mumbling incoherently if he spoken to through the bulk of the walk. And when soft breath ruffles his hair, speaks in that low, soft murmur... he's barely conscious enough to do more than shiver.]

Mmn... if you keep saying it like that, I'm going to make a mess in your costume... [Ah. His speech slurs, earnest and gentle, long lashes still covering his gaze.] I can hold out for now... I want to beg for more, but if this is what you like, Malleus...

[He inhales a deeper breath, and this time his face does wholesale nuzzle in closer to the other's neck. Too tired and drugged to realise exactly what he's saying, he doesn't even seem the least bit embarrassed.]

[ knowing the potent effects of the aphrodisiac that Silver was suffering from meant he knew exactly how he might be affected in some way, but it's still something of a surprise when he feels nosing against his neck and the soft puff of breath from Silver's words. this close it's easy to hear how the other's voice slurs on his words, as though each one takes great pains just to get out.

what Silver says gets no reaction from him, and if anything Malleus only tightens his arm a little tighter around him before they locate the bedroom the host had been speaking of. as expected it's empty, barren of a few decorations aside from the necessities. the bed is made and sits neatly by itself and looks, at first glance, to be large enough for three people.

Malleus will lead Silver over and move to deposit him carefully on the plush mattress. he pries the other's arm around around him with domineering gentility, bending to help urge Silver's legs up so he can lay flat on his back. ]

I will stay with you until the effects wear off. Don't worry.

[Silver notices only the shift in his grip, naturally. If he were more aware of himself, he'd probably be panicking right now in the face of realisation. If that boy hadn't moved, if he'd blocked Silver's path for long enough...

But that isn't what happened, and he's too far gone in this moment to care. It feels so disparately good when he's deposited on the bed, relieved of the incessant heat of another's body but still yearning for it.]

Malle--us- ah-!

[His breath catches when his legs are lifted up and his back hits the mattress. This time, he doesn't curl in on himself at all - even if those hands move away the young man's legs remain slightly spread, shoes pressed into the mattress in some measure of offering. His clothes are absolutely stifling, and as one hand rises to clumsily push his hair back and cover his face, all he can think about is how his shirt moves over skin, brushes distractingly over his hard nipples.]

It's too-- ah... I feel like I'm burning up. Too much fabric...

[conscious thought flickers in and out, and he sighs lightly in time with it. I want to beg, he'd said, and he meant it. It shows in his gaze now, pale blue-violet in this light.]

You're so beautiful.

[That's far more earnest and sudden than he wanted to be, but it's fine. He could lie with Malleus anytime without a stitch of complaint, if not for their normal circumstances. To which-- he can't remember clearly what they're here for right now. Or where here is, when all he wants to think about is the other man.]

[ at first, he's concerned that the way he's moved Silver around might have caused him some kind of discomfort, some sort of pain that he hadn't meant to happen. he's not sure if that's preferable to the reality of the situation and how acutely aware he is of how hot Silver's skin feels even through the fabric of his costume, the way he can see as well as feel all the little puffs of breath he's letting out in the shared space between them.

too much fabric, Silver says. Malleus knows what could be done to resolve his problem, but he is unsure of what that would mean for them both.

it isn't as though he dislikes Silver. the extent to which his affection extends is questionable, not because of his own struggle to properly convey or put it into words but because of who Malleus is and the expectations and obligations he's already bound to. the scandal that would ensue would not be something he could escape even via self-isolation, to say nothing of the scrutiny Silver himself would face...

but here, in the private of a bedroom with the music of the party thrumming faint and murmuring beneath their feet, he thinks it might be all right. ]

It would be best for you to save your breath. [ there's no animosity behind the usually hostile phrase, nothing to suggest any kind of dismissal or refusal. he says it with the confidence of someone unfamiliar with the phrase who's intent on using it anyway. ]

Silver... would you like for me to undress you?

[propriety and scandal are certainly a good demotivator for any sort of conversation on the subject of affection, truly. Silver has always been content with keeping the depths of his own hidden behind the effort of working with and for Malleus, supporting him from a distance.

later, he'll be thankful that he hadn't started talking before they'd settled into a private space. then he'll be angry, probably, and guilty - what if this was somehow calculated? it's a silly thought, given there was no way to guarantee who would be here or how this would all end up.

in any case, he's at once completely receptive to and confused by Malleus' words. save his breath? maybe he's right, though...]

A-ah... of course.

[he feels like he can't save it anyway, every puff of heated breath only serving to push him deeper into his senses. another time, he might feel some guilt even despite the lack of animosity, the absolute absence of dismissal or worse.

would you like for me to undress you? he feels like he could faint, just hearing it from Malleus himself. the only thing that could maybe make that better would have been for it to be ghosted against his ear again.]

I-- please. [it's just logical, true - Silver can barely think to keep his hands moving - and there's a shy sort of earnestness to it. maybe it doesn't mean anything to Malleus, but it does to the younger man, at least in this moment.] Sorry-- for the trouble.

[it's almost sighed, in the effort of saving breath, as he bites his lip.]

It's all right.

[ it's more reassuring than he would be with most people, and for good reason. Silver is among the handful of close acquaintances and confidants he would say he could reliably trust. that wasn't exactly a position given lightly.

he's familiar enough with the costume so as to be able to unfasten it with relative ease and swiftness. it begged the question of whether or not Malleus himself might have tried it on in the privacy of his room if not for the way it had looked relatively untouched when he'd first presented it to the other. the shirt is unfastened and opened with a dexterous sweep of his hands, loosening the collar enough for Silver to regain the breath he can't seem to catch.

Malleus does this all with a courteous, professional air that's pretty laughable in the face of the purple cartoon dragon costume he's wearing, and when he pulls away it's to consider the pants that Silver is wearing and to ruminate over the possible next courses of action.

his gaze finds Silver's own, holds it, hand resting just at his hipbone. ]

All of it, Silver?

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[cool air grazes over bare skin, and Silver actively shudders at the feeling of it. The amount of relief it actually gives is laughably small, but Silver can't fault Malleus for that. Truthfully he probably wouldn't blame him for much of anything, of course, but that's not the point.

His skin still feels entirely too sensitive, hot and cold all at once. Everything is perfectly professional, despite the obnoxious costumes. If Silver is honest, he'd rather that was off Malleus too, if only because it's just... so silly.

Those thoughts are all derailed again when bright green eyes meet his own, heartbeat skipping in his throat for a brief moment. The sensation of fingers on his hip only further muddle everything, and the question - sweet and simple - and slowing his breath, Silver nods and shifts slightly.]

... P-please. If... you don't mind.

[I don't mind if you see, he doesn't say. It's clear enough in the way he doesn't let his gaze shift, even if there's a wobble of insecurity there simply because... well, it's a place of vulnerability very few have seen him in.]

I do not.

[ it goes without saying, especially since they're already in this position and he was the one that suggested it. there's a part of him that feels the need to say it, though, and perhaps it's because of Silver's more vulnerable state that he feels compelled to do so.

for as long as he had known Silver, rare was it that the man ever showed anything that might suggest he was fragile or weaker than the impression he gave off. Malleus could appreciate that sort of dedication, the painstaking gains one might take to ensure that they never put themselves in that sort of position where they could be taken advantage of. it spoke of Silver's dedication to his own betterment, to the lengths he wanted to go to show that he was someone that Malleus could effectively depend on.

so he'll undress him, but he won't coddle him. his hands make to peel off the rest of the fabric restricting Silver's heated body, mindful of the way his hands graze over inches of bare skin as they're revealed. this close he can feel the heat emanating from the other man like a furnace, wondering, idly, if Silver might just burn him alive with how hot he's burning up if he were allowed to continue down this path. ]

You're very warm. The amount you've breathed in must have been very potent. [ potent and cut with something else for effectiveness, perhaps. Malleus finds himself stopping just short of dragging the other man's underwear off, his tone questioning and gaze lingering for a moment on the damp spot over the other's unmistakably hard cock. ]

Silver.

[It's a little... surreal, Silver thinks. Somewhere below them, the party goes on unawares, music occasionally breaking through the doors and distance muting them. And still here, in this quiet space, he finds himself both vulnerable and relatively comfortable - past the unyielding heat of his skin and the ache of his cock, anyway. He's glad, perhaps, that it's Malleus here and not one of the others.

The hazy feeling of everything is enough to let him nearly doze off in the wee spaces between undressing, until his heated skin is no longer contained by cheap satin and velvet. Every graze of skin is careful and knowing, and the younger man can't help but wonder what's going through Malleus' head throughout.]

... it seems absurd that he just walked away, smoking that... [There again, the distant suspicion that this was intentional. A plot to start a scandal, presuming Silver to be someone to give in to his desires at any cost... it's almost enough to keep him from shifting as Malleus' gaze lands on his tented underwear and the slowly growing damp spot at the head of his covered cock. With just that left covered, it feels like agony. His own gaze focuses on the other's face at the sound of his own name in his lips.]

Malleus... please...

[He has never considered himself a desperate person. Not passionate or driven by personal desire. As such, it's a little overwhelming how much he wants to-- to move, and for what? To press into Malleus until those hands find only him, to offer every inch of his body until he feels like he's drowned in pleasure and filled to the brim with--]

I need you, Malleus.

I am here, Silver.

[ there's no mistaking the need in Silver's voice, the urgency and the heat betraying the otherwise casual nature of the situation. casual to Malleus, at least, though it could be argued that there was little that could ruffle his feathers even when faced with someone's state of undress. someone like Silver, especially, someone who he'd become quite close to and saw as a thing worth cherishing, could hardly look anything but his best in Malleus's presence.

so it's easy to strip him, to do away with that last bit of fabric hiding Silver's modesty from the rest of the world. it's nothing Malleus hasn't seen before and so, therefore, there's no awkwardness about him when he gently presses a hand on Silver's thigh, fingers just grazing the ends of his pretty cock before he drags the blanket over him to keep him safe from any prying eyes. this room isn't theirs, after all, and while Malleus is fairly certain it's meant for guests they weren't the only guests on the property at present. ]

I am sure you are well aware, with the effects of the pollen there is really only one thing you must do if you are to relieve yourself of its effects more effectively.

[ in other words - he should probably jerk off. ]

I can turn away if you would like the privacy. Or I can watch you and make sure you do not hurt yourself. Which would you like?

[cool air laps over his skin with every bit of fabric removed, and Silver exhales a shudder of relief at the loss of pressure. another little shudder escapes when fingers press on his thigh and fingers just graze over his cock, lips parted for soft breaths - and the reaction is muted, then, by the weight of a blanket over him.]

Right... right. [it's no big deal. just jerk off, not like there's any shortage of material to think about. Malleus offers to turn away and the younger man's head shakes almost immediately, cheeks bright from arousal and embarrassment both.]

Please... please watch. [his breath catches when he asks, weight shifting to push himself up to better do as he needs.] I would appreciate it.

[he would appreciate it, sure. and it'll mean Malleus is right here, which absolutely helps when Silver wraps a hand around his own cock and lets his eyes close, definitely not imagining it being the taller man's at all. starting out slow and a little curious, he can let precum slick his hand and length both, body leaning forward just slightly. how would it be, he wonders? if Malleus were to touch him?

how long would he last? if those slim, regal fingers were to wrap around his cock, stroking the same way Silver's own are now and sliding foreskin over the head of it... hand twisting, he lets his thumb notch just under the flared head and jolts at the sensitivity, groaning softly. he's already close, he thinks - too close really. fingers squeeze and stroke with increasing certainty, his breath drawing to a fever pitch.]

What if-- haah-ah- [his voice is thin and breathy when he indulges the thought, leaning forward and peering up at Malleus through his lashes.] What if one--nnh-- round doesn't... help...?

[Malleus looks so good above him, and right now that's the only thing he can focus on outside of how horny he feels. Silver can't even make himself feel bad for using his senior as fodder for jacking off now.]

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