A Kiss With a Fist (Venka)

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Adamtablemid-2.png] His feet pounded the grass, leaving heavy footprints where the ground was still muddy from the recent summer rain. Adam was running late as usual, though he hadn’t meant to. In fact he’d meant to get up extra early just to make his new lover proud but somehow when he’d awoke, the sun was already streaming through the grimy old window of Ven’s room. The vanilla scent was gone as well, Ven’s side of the bed empty and the blonde nowhere in sight. It had made him sigh, eyes still heavy with sleep and his mind barely awake enough to register that once again he was far behind schedule. Adam always tried to awake at the very latest when the Hunter did but his new job made that hard. While his work wasn’t particularly challenging, the time it took to get each patrol ready and to organize all the information collected into some sort of report was long. It meant that by the time the night’s scouts came back to him with their news, Ven was already long in bed. By the time that report was written and delivered to a half sleeping Starr, the stars were all out and just barely visible through the glass of their prison. In the end it meant he got very little sleep, just returning in time to gulp down dinner and then snuggle under the covers and drape Ven’s still slightly pale arm over himself before his lover awoke at the crack of dawn to start another hunt. At least he figured that the blonde was hunting, hoped very badly that it was hunting, but yet something in the back of his mind had always wondered if his lover didn’t spend all that time hunting with another man. Adam knew for a fact there was another man, maybe not there right now, but at some point in Ven’s life there are been someone else, someone who the blonde hadn’t let go of yet. Ven had whispered the man’s name while sick and since that day on, Adam had always wondered when that “Dmitri” would come back to steal Ven’s heart away. Perhaps it was because somewhere deep inside, Adam still found it hard to believe that Ven had fallen for someone as silly and useless as himself. All dreams came to an end, it was only a matter of when this one would. With another soft sigh to himself, Adam slowed down to a walk. He neared the open area of the park, it’s once burned grass growing back a bit greener thanks to the recent rain. Luckily there seemed to be no sign of his lover yet and so, Adam sat down in the grass, relieved to see that the sun had dried away most of the lingering moisture from this area. Placing his bag down beside him, Adam briefly closed his eyes, listening to the soft flute music of the grass and wondering whose death it wished for next. The fighting lessons he’d come to the park for were meant to prevent his own but Adam wasn't looking forward to them. They were going to be using real weapons and though he trusted Ven, trusted him with all of his heart, he didn’t trust his own hand not to falter and strike somewhere vital or too deep. Fate was like that after all, sometimes you end up killing the ones you love the most just because it makes a better plotline, a good tear jerker. Blue eyes opened and looked towards the sky, wondering if the gods or whatever was up there liked sad stories. He hoped not. He hoped they liked cheesy romances and happy endings. Setting: Delica Park Timeline: Before Ven left for the Carna and after he and Adam started dating

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[venvolkov]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Ventablebot.jpg] Ven had risen two hours before dawn that morning, in preparation for shortening his shift. His agreement to spare the afternoon in favor of providing Adam with sparring lessons--hours that would have otherwise been devoted to the task of keeping the Fulsi well-stocked in provisions--meant that those hours had to be accounted for. Ven sorely regretted having not decided on taking on a spare evening shift--or better yet, simply making it up the following afternoon. As it was, the hunter rose during the hours of full dark---the preternatural hush almost oppressive in the manner that it settled over the world outside. The hunt had proven fruitless by the time dawn had risen. Ven had managed to startle a doe--a veteran of the seasons, and well advanced in her age. She had a stiff, graceless sort of gait; the result of an old wound that, once healed, had resulted in a permanent awkward hitch in her stride. But the morning mist that wreathed the ground, separating and rising upward in thin, translucent curls as the earth warmed, concealed this flaw. The doe browsed upwind of him, innocent in her motions in a fashion that only the oblivious are, the first rays of sunlight catching the tips of her tawny ears and igniting them with a soft backlit glow. Ven did not pause to appreciate the beauty of the moment. The snap of the underbrush was the only forewarning before Ven emerged from it in a flash of white, giving chase as the doe sprang forward, the whites of its eyes rolling in the grips of its own adrenaline-fueled terror. For the briefest of moments, Ven exalted in the chase, even succeeding in hooking his claws into its hindquarters. Though the doe staggered, lurching on her bad leg, it wasn't enough to fell the deer. The snapping of underbrush as it wrenched from beneath Ven's claws and retreated further into the murk served as a firm punctuation to the sudden onset of his fatigue. He became all too aware of the ache in his muscles and his shortness of breath, the way his legs trembled with the toll of his sprint. The rest of the morning was likewise unrewarding, leaving him both empty handed and with the bitter taste of disappointment on his tongue. By the time he'd concluded his altogether fruitless search for suitable prey, it was quickly approaching noon. Resolving to check the smaller traps he'd set the night before for potentially more promising conquests on his way back, he quickly made his way to the park. When he arrived, however, there was no sign of Adam. That in itself coaxed a fond, exasperated sigh from his lips. It was typical, really. He couldn't recall a single time where the man had been on time, even when he'd still been mentoring him as his Tenderfoot. But rather than wait out in the open to greet the other man when he did finally choose to arrive, Ven instead decided to scale a nearby tree. He didn't have long to wait. The sounds of footsteps drew nearer to his perch, and then paused. It was impossible for Ven to properly identify to whom they belonged through the thick foliage and the interweaving branches. But after several minutes of silence beneath him, he could only assume it was Adam. A sudden, wicked light entered his eyes. Rising carefully onto his feet, careful not to move too quickly and overbalance entirely, Ven crept further out along the branch he rested on. Using both his hands to both steady and balance himself, he maneuvered himself until he believed himself to be roughly above the unsuspecting man. Once satisfied with his position, he allowed himself to drop from the branch, striking Adam with most of his weight as he did so. He braced himself against the smaller man as he did so, the momentum from his plummet serving to roll them both into a tangle of limbs. After a moment, he straightened, panting slightly and wearing an ear-to-ear grin, a shock of hair partially obscuring his face. He leaned forward then, from the straddled position around Adam's waist, and gently cupped his chin, giving him a quick kiss. "You're late."

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[adam]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Adamtablemid-2.png] The flute music had just started to get on his nerves and Adam had just gotten to his feet to relieve his ears of the burden of enduring the haunting sound, when the leaves above him rustled. Looking up with wide blue eyes, Adam’s hand moved to grab his weapon and hold it ready. Unfortunately the blade went flying from his hands when a white and black blur came raining down upon him. It was only the sound of violins frantically playing out a happy tune that kept Adam from drawing out a second knife and plunging it into the body that crashed down upon him. The vanilla scent was enough to confirm it was Ven and as Adam winced and toppled over, he couldn’t help but let out a relieved sigh. For a panicked moment he had thought the tree jumper was an angry Carna who had snuck across the border in order to kill him or another patrolling Scout. It had even crossed his mind, however briefly, that the assailant had taken out Ven beforehand and that was why the blonde hadn’t been around. That however proved to be a foolish thought as always. The blonde hunter was tough and Adam was certain that he could hold his own against a whole hoard of Carna if it really came down to that, or at least he figured that Ven would be able to make a clever escape. Looking up at the man straddling his lap, clearly pleased with the little tumble, Adam couldn’t help but grin back. It was hard not to smile after all when one had such a handsome lover, even if they liked to tease too much for their own good. A blush quickly spread over his face as Ven moved forwards, leaning down to cup his face and deliver a quick kiss that Adam thought he relished a bit more than he should. It wasn’t entirely his fault though, Ven’s kisses were just as addicting as his soothing vanilla scent. The happy mood was slightly damped though when Ven pointed out his less than punctual arrival. With a guilty look, Adam gave Ven an apologetic shrug. “So-sorry? I overslept a-again.” He really didn’t know how Ven managed to get so early, even if the man didn’t have his late night hours and duties. Sleep was something he had always loved and while working for the twins, he had taken frequent cat naps on top of his seven to eight hours. Adam supposed it was simply Ven’s training as a hitman that keep him going even with so little sleep. Reaching his arms up to pull Ven down for another kiss, longer this time Adam was happy to say, he carefully used his telekinesis to drag the knife he had dropped closer. Fearful of letting Ven notice his trick, Adam shot the man a sheepish grin, the light flush still lingering on his face deepening. “W-which is mostly your f-f-fault because you k-kept me up all night.” Averting his eyes shyly, Adam abruptly used his telekinesis to yank the back of Ven’s shirt harshly, hopefully dislodging Ven from his perch on Adam’s waist. The knife dropped into his hand and he gave the blonde a real grin. “Ready to s-start training now?” Setting: Delica Park Timeline: Before Ven left for the Carna and after he and Adam started dating

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[venvolkov]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Ventablebot.jpg] For one superior moment, the grin lingered. Ven's cheeks, flushed with victory, were high with color--a rare thing indeed for the hunter. He considered lecturing Adam on the disadvantages of letting his guard down, even in areas he considered familiar. But the thought quickly vanished from his mind the moment Adam’s eyes met his, disarmed by his easy grin. Adam had that effect on him, he realized--more and more often he found himself caught up in the moment, distracted by the shorter man’s boundless enthusiasm towards nearly every setback and challenged faced. At one time, Ven would have found it aggravating. Recently, however, he’d come to find it endearing. At the sheepish stammer, Ven glanced down at the man pinned beneath him with a mock scowl. The excuse had become a familiar one over the months; to the point where he almost anticipated it. It was true--if Adam didn’t have his head in the clouds, he was sleeping away the afternoon. Ven, on the other hand, had long ago adapted to both the physical and mental toll of waking by sunrise---sometimes hours before--and retiring to bed at dusk. "Again?" he demanded in a tone that was more teasing than chiding, raising an eyebrow to accompany his incredulity. He didn’t resist the pull of Adam’s arms as they settled around his shoulders, a low purr escaping him as he found himself drawn in a slight hover above him. He was more than content to let Adam lead the kiss, utterly focused on the slighter man. In that moment of negligence, he failed to notice the sly, cautious movements of his lover’s hand. Later, he’d berate himself for having fallen prey to the same complacency that he’d warned Adam against time and again during the short period the man had been under his tutelage. And yet, those few moments of ignorance, wrapped in Adam’s embrace, were sweet indeed. "Kept you up?" he repeated after a moment, struggling to keep a straight face. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean," he continued, his voice taking on a sing-song lilt. The sudden yank of his shirt was sobering in its unexpectedness, and Ven, suitably unbalanced, fell gracelessly to the side, blades of grass catching him in his side with short discomfort. For a moment, he could only stare up at Adam in quiet astonishment, his eyes carrying a startled expression. But the moment passed, and he quickly scrambled to his feet, backing away from Adam warily, eager to put distance between them. As for his former student, the man looked entirely pleased with his devious coup. Ven couldn't help the faint stirring of pride he felt as his eyes leveled onto Adam once more. The former Tenderfoot had learned something, after all. Bringing his own weapons to bear, he offered him a lazily smirk. "And here I thought you'd never ask."

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[adam]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Adamtablemid-2.png] Adam was pleased with himself. Catching Ven off guard was one of the few things he could manage to do to his mentor and even that was getting difficult. Gone were the days when he could track his elusive mentor down and pop up unnoticed, barely avoiding the blonde’s startled strikeouts. It seemed that Ven had gotten used to his quiet steps and habit of showing up when least expected. So that was why he sat there smug for just a little too long, allowing Ven to back away and regain some footing. To make sure that the Hunter didn’t make him lose the advantage completely, Adam sprung to his own feet. With careful movements, he used his telekinesis to pull free another of his knives, while at the same time reaching down to grab the one that had been at his feet. To Ven or any other on lookers, it would seem as though he was doing a foolish thing that left him exposed and nothing more. Yet he was kept safe by his telepathy and it’s advanced warning system. Besides he was quick to snatch up the knife and raise it towards his lover. “Good! Ho-hopefully I’ll beat you this time!” Now he shifted, a large white tiger replacing his human form. Adam was vaguely aware of the knife still floating low to the ground and hidden behind his furry bulk. He was only momentarily distracted by the grass’ flute music, as the switch it forms brought him into full contact with it, and he then he quickly focused his attention on the blonde, rushing towards him with the knife in tow. He planned to distract Ven with his head long tackle and then surprise him with a slash of his knife. It was a simple tactic but in truth he really didn’t want to hurt his former mentor, just make him proud. So for now it would do. Rearing up at the last moment, meaning to slam his body and paws down upon the blonde, Adam readied his knife to slash at Ven side in a relatively non-fatal assault. Setting: Delica Park Timeline: Before Ven left for the Carna and after he and Adam started dating

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[venvolkov]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Ventablebot.jpg] "We'll see." Ven's answering reply was rife with amusement, his tone light enough to suggest that he didn't think Adam's optimistic scenario was a likely one. He was careful to keep his words almost playful; after all, he didn't want to discourage his former pupil--just impart a sense of caution. They may have been sparring, but the potential injuries were still very real. "Getting ahead of yourself has been the downfall of many men more skilled than you." When Adam suddenly bent to retrieve his knife, Ven scowled in disapproval. His muscles tensed, all but humming with the impulse to uncoil in a fast-moving strike that would leave Adam with the cool press of steel against the nape of his neck. Mistake number one, he thought grimly to himself. "Adam!" the man's name came sharply. "How many times have I told you? Never expose the five main points of vulnerability to your target." The admonition was the only one he had time for, as Adam straightened a moment later, quickly shifting forms. Ven's mind raced. Shifting would do him little good--against a tiger, his cheetah shift was no match for the sheer size and strength of the heavier cat. It was far too late to step out of the way, and so he could only brace himself as Adam reared back onto his hind legs, bringing his forepaws down solidly upon his shoulders. The sheer weight of the feline was overwhelming, and he staggered beneath it. The sting of the knife as it slid neatly across his side came as a shock, and for a moment, his eyes reflected the flicker of surprise and satisfaction. Even so, his smile stretched into a grim smirk, his left wrist flipping up slightly to place the barest amount of pressure against Adam's throat. His own elongated blade rested against the thick fur of his tiger shift, Ven's body language utterly relaxed. He hadn't needed to draw blood. The symbolism should have been unmistakable to his former Tenderfoot. "Again," he instructed, backing away from him once more. Ooc: Ven is having too much fun with this. >>

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[adam]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Adamtablemid-2.png] In truth Adam hadn’t even really expected the knife to hit, not when despite all Adam’s fretting Ven had a habit of dodging almost anything with ease. Either way the red slash of blood was enough to make his feline’s shift’s eyes go wide and horrified, as he readied himself to back off. That chance to move away safely and allow his lover to lick his wounds never came, rather Ven instead managed to get his wrist blades close enough to be a real danger to the skin of Adam’s throat. Immediately Adam shifted back into his much smaller human form and hastily backed away from his former mentor who was doing the same. For a moment Adam felt the familiar rush of fear and wariness that as a Tenderfoot he’d come to associate with the blonde Russian, and he was ashamed. Ven would never hurt him, not intentionally at least. Fevered lashouts didn’t really count and though Adam couldn’t bring himself to forget the frightening way Ven had been yelling at him, he couldn’t really bring himself to blame the man for it either. Shaking his head to clear it free of thoughts that would only distract him during the fight, Adam eyed his lover carefully. “Again? Can’t we take a break for a bit?” It wasn’t hard to guess that Ven would be annoyed by this. For him it was serious training while Adam still thought that anything involving knives and Ven was not a good combination. But maybe he could make the training a little more light hearted while still pleasing his mentor. With a tiny grin, Adam rushed forward again with a full body tackle being his seeming intention, this time using his telepathy to jerk Ven’s collar back hard in another attempt to topple him. This time however there would be no knives if Ven fell, just a kiss and perhaps a few romantic poems depending on how long he could manage to hold Ven down. Setting: Delica Park Timeline: Before Ven left for the Carna and after he and Adam started dating

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[venvolkov]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Ventablebot.jpg] The wound bothered Ven far less than it seemed to bother Adam. It was a shallow cut, after all, and though he wouldn't deny it stung, he'd suffered from far worse. If anything, the superficial wound only served to annoy him further, impatient with himself and his momentary lapse of observation. But Adam's next words caused Ven to glance up, his eyes narrowing into a distinctly humorless expression. "A break?" he echoed incredulously. "We just started, Adam!" The words left him in more of an impatient, short-of-breath huff than in any real anger. Any other time, the suggestion would have amused the hunter. But something told him that his former pupil wasn't taking this lesson nearly as seriously as he should. "You can take a break when you've managed to score a more solid blow, not this pansyass scrape," he began, only to have his eyes widen at the unexpected, forceful tug at the back of his collar. His attempts to keep his balance were further thwarted by Adam's charge. The smaller man caught him in the chest, successfully throwing him back and down once more. The air was forced from his lungs upon landing, with Adam sprawled triumphantly on top of him. A tiny growl escaped him then, and he threw his own legs up in response, locking them around Adam's waist, throwing his weight in an attempt to flip them. "Not bad!" he informed him, leaning to nip his lower lip gently. "But still too slow."

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[adam]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Adamtablemid-2.png] The charge was surprisingly successful, knocking them both to soft ground, and Adam was vaguely suspicious that Ven had allowed himself to fall for the same attack twice. Still he wasn’t questioning his luck. Instead Adam was focusing on getting a firm grip on his lover, crawling up the man a bit so that despite their differences in height, they were eyelevel. Adam had only a second of respite from the fight before Ven’s legs were up and wrapped around his waist, trying to overbalance him and send them both into a tumble that Adam knew would put Ven on top. Relying on a combination of his telepathy and his own weight, Adam managed to keep from doing much more than teetering close to one side. It was a close call, one that nearly ruined his plans to turn this awful training exercise into something sweeter, but it was thankfully just that, a close call and nothing more. A small shiver ran down Adam’s spine as he felt Ven nip his lower lip and he was forced to focus on his plan again or risk losing to Ven’s distracting kisses. That would mean being forced to have to try and pin him all over again and as much as Adam loved his Russian, he didn't love his idea of fun. “How am I the one who-who's too slow? You’re the one who’s p-pined!” Adam peered down as his lover curiously, not really understanding the blonde’s remark. He brushed it off a second later however and then began his real plan of action, leaning down to ghost his lips along the line of Ven’s jaw in a series of gentle kisses. He then reached down to try and interlace his fingers with Ven’s, hoping to pin the man’s arms above his head and then use his telekinesis to keep them flat to the grass while Adam did whatever he liked to his captured lover. “Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “ay,”And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear’st thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,they say, Jove laughs. O gentle Ven, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.” Taking care to pronounce the words exactly as he’d imagined the strange spelling of them would sound, Adam suddenly hated his French accent with a fresh passion. OOC: He's such a nerd. Setting: Delica Park Timeline: Before Ven left for the Carna and after he and Adam started dating

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[venvolkov]

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[atrb=background,http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab236/AxeMar_Equals_Me/Ventablebot.jpg] "Because," Ven explained in patient tones, "if you had been concentrating like I told you, you would have had neutralized me in seconds, not minutes." He rolled his eyes then. It may have been true that Adam's lucky strikes were precisely that--matters of luck. But Ven hardly saw any fault in that. He was enjoying himself, and however reluctant Adam seemed to participate in the afternoon's lesson, the blonde was invigorated by it. It was a welcome break from routine, and the familiar surge of intermingled adrenaline and pleasure that resulted from a good scuffle had surfaced, resulting in a breathless, hazy sort of alertness. Which was precisely why he had yet to make any real complaint about being trapped beneath his lover, who had clearly long forgotten the real purpose behind meeting at the park that afternoon. Not that he particularly cared himself a minute later, when the feather-light touch of Adam's lips against his jaw sent his pulse racing underneath his skin. Too distracted to resist the slight give of his fingers as they interlocked with Adam's own, he found it hard to be too disappointed by the fact that his attempt to get the upper hand had failed for the moment. That is, until Adam began quoting poetry at him once more. He sighed, his head tipping back in an expression of exasperated boredom. He frowned slightly, concentrating on the lilt and soft cadence of Adam's words. No. Not poetry. An ironic smile curved onto his lips. "...A strange choice," he murmured. "Very well, Juliet." He reached up, trailing a hand along the curve of his jaw. "If it's tragedy you want...'doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.'" His eyes glinted with quiet, affectionate amusement. Two could play this game of romance. He'd humor him for now. OOC: Ohgod. HAHA it's so fitting, get it? Because, because Ven is broody like Hamlet and Adam is like Ophelia. I figured it out! Vem= J&R. (Without the suicide-murder hopefully, y/y? Aden= Totally Hamlet and Ophelia. OH GOD IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW.

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