[Cid doesn't have to say it for Barnabas to know that he's clearly hurting for her absence. He's ever been a sentimental type, one to grow too quickly attached to others. Weathering unnecessary pains for some unfathomable reason.
Life is pain enough, yet he would seek it ever more despite it all.
Barnabas looks to the beer, taking it.]
You find comfort in still existing here.
[Does Barnabas find comfort in Cid's continual existence here as well? He doesn't know what to name this twinge in his chest.]
[It isn't like Cidolfus is his peer, what with the yawning gap of twenty-one years between them. Buuut, he is admittedly closer than most, he will grant him. His gaze lingers on the ale in his cup, and with a slight narrowing of his eyes, momentary as it is, he drinks it.
He is practically silent compared to Cid's audible gulping. Another contrast betwixt them.
The question is obvious, but if Barnabas truly wished to be alone he would have vanished long ago, and so he chooses to entertain it instead. Generous as it is to do as such.]
The cold is of no concern to me. But it is a concern of yours. Wish you to warm me, or is this mere idle conversation for lack of any better?
If you think I will disclose to you my dwelling, I will not.
[Barnabas flexes his fingers against his cup, taking another drink of it as he tries to ignore how Cid feels being so close to him. The heat of him like the sun cutting through the crisp, autumn air.]
I recall yours, however.
[If Cid is wanting to go somewhere more private...]
[Barnabas doesn't move immediately, instead he watches Cid for a few moments as he walks away from him, and something in his chest tightens. Yet, as he begins to follow him, it eases a little, yet that dull ache as ever remains. He knows he shouldn't be following him, he knows he should simply disappear while Cid's back is turned.
Give Cidolfus a taste of his own medicine, in a sense, yet his feet move as if they have a mind of their own, and he keeps pace behind him. His eyes locked to the back of his head, taking in the details of his cropped hair, of the little signs of age that he didn't used to have.
Well, he did, but Cid has notably worn himself down since last he swore fealty to Waloed.]
Were you always so susceptible to the cold?
[Or is this another symptom of his self-neglect? Perhaps aging.]
I’ve always preferred a warm, sunny day, you know.
[Yet here he is, inviting darkness itself into his home. ]
Maybe I just stopped being used to it. …Or maybe I’ve just allowed myself to shiver now.
[Or maybe he’s lost ten pounds on that slender frame of his, losing crucial insulation in mild starvation. Cid dances around his paces, turning to look at Barnabas and offering only a shrug. The finish line wasn’t too far from the apartments, so they start gaining on it properly.]
[Oh he knows. Well does he know. Yet, despite this, he had stuck by Barnabas' side for as long as he did. For as gloomy as he has ever proven himself to be, Cidolfus was a streak of light against the storm cloud Barnabas ever proved to be...until he was gone. Yet the storm never waned, it only darkened for his absence.
Yet, that was just the way of it. The way it was meant to be. The way He had designed it all.]
You have gotten frail in your age, and your carelessness.
[Being here, he should have better meals, shouldn't he? There is certainly more food available than there isn't. The thought dies as he takes notice of the apartments, their destination not far. But once there, then what? What was the purpose of all of this?]
[Cid is unlike himself. Or perhaps this is who he is in a perpetual state of mourning. His stomach had shrunk along with his appetite in recent years. The smoking doesn’t help.]
[Cid unlocks his apartment and steps aside to let Barnabas in. The whole place smells like smoke, Irish Spring, and peppermint. Ever eclectic, he’s at least not very sloppy. Though it looks like he hadn’t been here lately. Sleeping in the lab or at Gorug’s, perhaps?]
[Cid takes a bottle of whiskey down and pours both of them a dram. He peels his coat, then his jacket off. ]
Come sit.
[And he… walks towards his bedroom with that whiskey. ]
[As he enters the apartment he takes immediate stock of its state. Certainly not as terrible as it could be, but there's a level of neglect that he clocks. As Cid troubles himself with the bottle of whiskey, Barnabas walks further inside, inspecting this odd thing or that, and when he is told to come sit, he merely offers Cid a placid stare.
Watching him as he...walks towards the bedroom, freed of his coat and jacket.
Barnabas narrows his eyes slightly before he follows, curious of what Cidolfus is plotting, what he thinks is going to come of this. Why he has chosen his bedchambers, when the kitchen would serve them just fine. There is the obvious answer, but even Cidolfus could not be so foolish...could he?
There is a slightest increase to his heart beat, most might not notice such a slight change in themselves. Barnabas does. Though he ignores it. Stepping into the room, he offers Cid nothing but a scrutinizing stare, as if to demand an explanation with his expression alone.]
[Cid doesn’t bother to turn on any of the lights, really. Light filters in from outside- from the hub lights and diffused from falling snow. It’s terribly romantic, he fears.]
[He sits on his bed, which has since been upgraded a little in size. Enough to accommodate two people to sleep next to one another, at least. His glass clinks with the shuffling of ice in his whiskey. He pats the spot next to him, inviting Barnabas to look out the window with him.]
Beautiful, isn’t it?
[He leans back, propping himself up on one arm as he sighs and lets out a breath. It was still cold in here, but he could feel Barnabas’ warmth by proximity. He flicks his gaze over Barnabas’ imposing form in the dimly lit room.]
[Barnabas' expression is stoic, yet his eyes are full of conflict. He does not look to the snow outside, but keeps his eyes on the form before him, dimly illuminated by what scant bits of light which grace Cid's body. Indeed, it is beautiful, though not what Cidolfus means. Though, it is devilish the way the light stretches out upon him, embracing him in ways that Barnabas' mind longs for but only dares to whisper.
He has been here for far too long.
Like a man possessed he walks forth, crossing the distance from the door to the bed, stopping before Cidolfus as he continues to look down at him, unblinking in his gaze. Yet he acts no further, as if physically restrained, but with how conflict dances behind his eyes it is clear this is more an emotional one. Of the chains that Ultima has shackled him with, bound him so unendingly.
Justification, is what he needs. Purpose for this, outside of want or personal desire. Anything...and yet, all he can find is those soft, sweet whispers that beg for contact, yet he holds himself firm, even as his legs are on either side of Cid's own.]
[Cid kicks his boots off, one at a time, leaving them there on the floor between Barnabas’ feet. He takes a long drink of his whiskey and sets it down. His hand falls into his lap, then moves up until his thumb rests in the crease of his thigh, pressed against himself. His voice is low and husky, breathier- ]
His eyes dart to Cid's hand first, watching it as it falls to his lap, then trails into the crease of his thigh, pressing against him in a way that is far too evocative. Then Cid speaks, and it feels like thunder in his mind, deafening all thought, all doubt, and before Barnabas can reclaim clarity once more, he pushes a knee between Cid's legs, then sinks to them onto the mattress.
Barnabas' eyes become half lidded as he keeps his eyes on Cid's hand, and the bulge within his pants. Though he may not yet be erect, it is enough to still send a warming pulse through him all the same. Using his arms to support himself, he looms over Cid's inclined body, his gaze trailing up from his hand and groin to find itself locked with those impossibly green eyes of his.
For a moment his eyes flick to Cid's lips, but then return to his gaze.]
And what do you think you will garner from this, Cidolfus?
[His voice is soft and light as always, yet there is something else mixed in to his usual deadened tone. An uncertainty that Cid has likely never quite heard before. Not like this.]
[Cid leans back further, allowing his legs to spread with the press of Barnabas’ knee. A hand snakes up and grabs him by the ties of his shirt to drag him down. It almost seems as if he’s going to kiss him before he whispers in his ear instead.]
Isn’t it obvious? A warm bed, of course.
[Theres the lilt of a joke in his voice as his tongue pricks from between his lips to wet them as he drags his lower lip over the shell of his ear.]
[The shiver that runs down the length of Barnabas' spine is not from the cold. Yet, try as he might, he cannot quell what burns within him. His breath shudders a moment against Cid, and he shifts to draw his leg upward. Nestling it against Cid's groin with gentle and pleasing pressure. As if inviting him to grind against his thigh.
A warm bed he says, yet it is never that simple. Cidolfus is never that simple. Neither is Barnabas.
Yet, it is the pleasure of this that he wants, simple as that. His heart thrums in his chest as he tucks his head against the crook of Cidolfus' neck, his lips pressing against the skin there in a not-quite kiss. He breathes against him, hot and heavy, taking in the scent of him thereafter, his eyes closing as he allows himself this taste of indulgence.]
[something like a purr rumbles in Cid’s chest as he takes Barnabas’ invitation to grind slowly on his leg as his fingers pull and pluck at the laces of his shirt, pulling it open.]
[He quickly hardens in his trousers as Barnabas hides against his neck.]
Know what’s been on my mind…? I think you should return the favor. It’s been long enough, hasn’t it?
[One of his hands falls to his groin to cup his thick length and sack in the corner of his palm. He squeezes himself at the mere recollection of the time he sucked Barnabas off.]
[Barnabas stills when Cid speaks. Forces him to recall that time, though it has been on his mind near endlessly since it happened. Still, there is a difference between passively and actively thinking about it, and that most certainly forces it to be the latter. His own groin throbs with arousal, though it does not quit stir as quickly as Cid has.
Pulling himself back from Cid to look down at him, he smirks. Small though it is, it is definitely a smirk.]
Think you deserving to be serviced by your king?
[As he says this, he presses his thigh against Cid's erection slowly and emphatically. Rubbing it just so.]
Better than that. I think you want to do it. Never mind debt, I bet you’d pay me for the pleasure.
[As he reaches down with both hands to undo his belts and loosen the fastening ties of his pants.]
Come now.
[Gloves hands ghost over his own body hair, ruffling it momentarily out of place as he goes. He scratches at the hair around his cock, fluffing it up before smoothing it back away from the shaft.]
[A poor choice of words, or perhaps they were purposefully picked. Either way, Barnabas acquiesces all the same as he settles back onto his legs to watch as Cid frees himself from his pants. The way he stares at him with those hooded eyes all but confirms Cid's claim, but more than that Barnabas slipping off the bed to kneel before Cid does. His hands rest on his thighs as he takes in the view of him, his eyes catching Cid's own for a moment, before he leans in to press his lips against the underside of his cock.
One of his hands shifts from his thigh to grasp his cock proper, his thumb stroking over the head and foreskin idly as he mouths over the ventral side of it. Yet, there is an interesting lack of finesse that is uncharacteristic of Barnabas. There is no lack of enthusiasm, per se, but it might be a little clear to Cid that...Barnabas hasn't really done this before.]
[Cid relaxes down with a warm sigh and a chuckle. He rests his head on one arm and puts his hand in Barnabas' hair with the other. He grasps at the roots of his full, floppy mop and squeezes approvingly. ]
Good, good…
[It doesn’t really surprise him that he’s new at this, though it does narrow some suspicions about him and Sleipnir. ]
[He presses a socked foot against Barnabas’ groin and rubs him through his trousers.]
[That earns Cid a breath against his cock, Barnabas' legs spreading slightly and his own cock stirring more quickly to life. He doesn't move his hips, nor seek further sensation than that, but he continues as he is encouraged. Lips and tongue trailing up Cid's dick as he tilts his head and directs its tip into his mouth. The taste of him like sweet fire on his tongue, and he allows his eyes to flutter closed as he drinks deep of it.
His hand slips down the length of him, holding him at his base as he works the engorged member into his mouth more, working lips and tongue against the bulbous head of it, teasing at the foreskin in ways that are almost quizzical.]
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Life is pain enough, yet he would seek it ever more despite it all.
Barnabas looks to the beer, taking it.]
You find comfort in still existing here.
[Does Barnabas find comfort in Cid's continual existence here as well? He doesn't know what to name this twinge in his chest.]
You must be desperate, to seek my company.
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[He grimaces through his smile and chuckles warmly despite it. He slaps his cup against Barnabas’ now and glugs his drink in one go. ]
You’re the only one who knows me, maybe. Mortifying as it is.
Say, where were you headed?
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[Or maybe because they spent twenty years together, whatever. As Cid drinks his ale, Barnabas merely holds his, making no move to drink it.]
You have not made more allies? How unlike you. Or perhaps that is simply your excuse to speak with me.
[Pointedly he does not answer Cid's question.]
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[And Cid hates talking about himself in detail as it is.]
[And in absence of Mid, the youths serve primarily as a reminder of what he doesn’t have.]
It’s getting cold out. You’re not really dressed for it, are you?
[A pointed redirection to “where are you going”. ]
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[It isn't like Cidolfus is his peer, what with the yawning gap of twenty-one years between them. Buuut, he is admittedly closer than most, he will grant him. His gaze lingers on the ale in his cup, and with a slight narrowing of his eyes, momentary as it is, he drinks it.
He is practically silent compared to Cid's audible gulping. Another contrast betwixt them.
The question is obvious, but if Barnabas truly wished to be alone he would have vanished long ago, and so he chooses to entertain it instead. Generous as it is to do as such.]
The cold is of no concern to me. But it is a concern of yours. Wish you to warm me, or is this mere idle conversation for lack of any better?
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You’d be the one warming me, I think, acting so brave as the frost collects on the grass.
[Cid sidles in, wearing a leather coat over his usual digs. His cheeks and nose are a ruddy from the weather, lips chapped. ]
Unless you’re just living in a cave these days.
[He doesn’t see him around as often as he wishes.]
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[Barnabas flexes his fingers against his cup, taking another drink of it as he tries to ignore how Cid feels being so close to him. The heat of him like the sun cutting through the crisp, autumn air.]
I recall yours, however.
[If Cid is wanting to go somewhere more private...]
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Yeah, I’ve had all about all I can stand of “November”, I think.
[He shivers slightly as he turns his shoulders, then his hips towards the apartments.]
But the flats are warm enough. Come on. I’ve got something that’ll warm us quicker than beer, at any rate.
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Give Cidolfus a taste of his own medicine, in a sense, yet his feet move as if they have a mind of their own, and he keeps pace behind him. His eyes locked to the back of his head, taking in the details of his cropped hair, of the little signs of age that he didn't used to have.
Well, he did, but Cid has notably worn himself down since last he swore fealty to Waloed.]
Were you always so susceptible to the cold?
[Or is this another symptom of his self-neglect? Perhaps aging.]
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[Yet here he is, inviting darkness itself into his home. ]
Maybe I just stopped being used to it. …Or maybe I’ve just allowed myself to shiver now.
[Or maybe he’s lost ten pounds on that slender frame of his, losing crucial insulation in mild starvation. Cid dances around his paces, turning to look at Barnabas and offering only a shrug. The finish line wasn’t too far from the apartments, so they start gaining on it properly.]
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Yet, that was just the way of it. The way it was meant to be. The way He had designed it all.]
You have gotten frail in your age, and your carelessness.
[Being here, he should have better meals, shouldn't he? There is certainly more food available than there isn't. The thought dies as he takes notice of the apartments, their destination not far. But once there, then what? What was the purpose of all of this?]
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[Cid is unlike himself. Or perhaps this is who he is in a perpetual state of mourning. His stomach had shrunk along with his appetite in recent years. The smoking doesn’t help.]
[Cid unlocks his apartment and steps aside to let Barnabas in. The whole place smells like smoke, Irish Spring, and peppermint. Ever eclectic, he’s at least not very sloppy. Though it looks like he hadn’t been here lately. Sleeping in the lab or at Gorug’s, perhaps?]
[Cid takes a bottle of whiskey down and pours both of them a dram. He peels his coat, then his jacket off. ]
Come sit.
[And he… walks towards his bedroom with that whiskey. ]
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Watching him as he...walks towards the bedroom, freed of his coat and jacket.
Barnabas narrows his eyes slightly before he follows, curious of what Cidolfus is plotting, what he thinks is going to come of this. Why he has chosen his bedchambers, when the kitchen would serve them just fine. There is the obvious answer, but even Cidolfus could not be so foolish...could he?
There is a slightest increase to his heart beat, most might not notice such a slight change in themselves. Barnabas does. Though he ignores it. Stepping into the room, he offers Cid nothing but a scrutinizing stare, as if to demand an explanation with his expression alone.]
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[He sits on his bed, which has since been upgraded a little in size. Enough to accommodate two people to sleep next to one another, at least. His glass clinks with the shuffling of ice in his whiskey. He pats the spot next to him, inviting Barnabas to look out the window with him.]
Beautiful, isn’t it?
[He leans back, propping himself up on one arm as he sighs and lets out a breath. It was still cold in here, but he could feel Barnabas’ warmth by proximity. He flicks his gaze over Barnabas’ imposing form in the dimly lit room.]
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He has been here for far too long.
Like a man possessed he walks forth, crossing the distance from the door to the bed, stopping before Cidolfus as he continues to look down at him, unblinking in his gaze. Yet he acts no further, as if physically restrained, but with how conflict dances behind his eyes it is clear this is more an emotional one. Of the chains that Ultima has shackled him with, bound him so unendingly.
Justification, is what he needs. Purpose for this, outside of want or personal desire. Anything...and yet, all he can find is those soft, sweet whispers that beg for contact, yet he holds himself firm, even as his legs are on either side of Cid's own.]
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Come on, what are you waiting for?
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His eyes dart to Cid's hand first, watching it as it falls to his lap, then trails into the crease of his thigh, pressing against him in a way that is far too evocative. Then Cid speaks, and it feels like thunder in his mind, deafening all thought, all doubt, and before Barnabas can reclaim clarity once more, he pushes a knee between Cid's legs, then sinks to them onto the mattress.
Barnabas' eyes become half lidded as he keeps his eyes on Cid's hand, and the bulge within his pants. Though he may not yet be erect, it is enough to still send a warming pulse through him all the same. Using his arms to support himself, he looms over Cid's inclined body, his gaze trailing up from his hand and groin to find itself locked with those impossibly green eyes of his.
For a moment his eyes flick to Cid's lips, but then return to his gaze.]
And what do you think you will garner from this, Cidolfus?
[His voice is soft and light as always, yet there is something else mixed in to his usual deadened tone. An uncertainty that Cid has likely never quite heard before. Not like this.]
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Isn’t it obvious? A warm bed, of course.
[Theres the lilt of a joke in his voice as his tongue pricks from between his lips to wet them as he drags his lower lip over the shell of his ear.]
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A warm bed he says, yet it is never that simple. Cidolfus is never that simple. Neither is Barnabas.
Yet, it is the pleasure of this that he wants, simple as that. His heart thrums in his chest as he tucks his head against the crook of Cidolfus' neck, his lips pressing against the skin there in a not-quite kiss. He breathes against him, hot and heavy, taking in the scent of him thereafter, his eyes closing as he allows himself this taste of indulgence.]
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[He quickly hardens in his trousers as Barnabas hides against his neck.]
Know what’s been on my mind…? I think you should return the favor. It’s been long enough, hasn’t it?
[One of his hands falls to his groin to cup his thick length and sack in the corner of his palm. He squeezes himself at the mere recollection of the time he sucked Barnabas off.]
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Pulling himself back from Cid to look down at him, he smirks. Small though it is, it is definitely a smirk.]
Think you deserving to be serviced by your king?
[As he says this, he presses his thigh against Cid's erection slowly and emphatically. Rubbing it just so.]
Do you believe I owe you a debt?
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[As he reaches down with both hands to undo his belts and loosen the fastening ties of his pants.]
Come now.
[Gloves hands ghost over his own body hair, ruffling it momentarily out of place as he goes. He scratches at the hair around his cock, fluffing it up before smoothing it back away from the shaft.]
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[A poor choice of words, or perhaps they were purposefully picked. Either way, Barnabas acquiesces all the same as he settles back onto his legs to watch as Cid frees himself from his pants. The way he stares at him with those hooded eyes all but confirms Cid's claim, but more than that Barnabas slipping off the bed to kneel before Cid does. His hands rest on his thighs as he takes in the view of him, his eyes catching Cid's own for a moment, before he leans in to press his lips against the underside of his cock.
One of his hands shifts from his thigh to grasp his cock proper, his thumb stroking over the head and foreskin idly as he mouths over the ventral side of it. Yet, there is an interesting lack of finesse that is uncharacteristic of Barnabas. There is no lack of enthusiasm, per se, but it might be a little clear to Cid that...Barnabas hasn't really done this before.]
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Good, good…
[It doesn’t really surprise him that he’s new at this, though it does narrow some suspicions about him and Sleipnir. ]
[He presses a socked foot against Barnabas’ groin and rubs him through his trousers.]
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His hand slips down the length of him, holding him at his base as he works the engorged member into his mouth more, working lips and tongue against the bulbous head of it, teasing at the foreskin in ways that are almost quizzical.]
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