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Hello? Hello?

[Is this odd looking sending crystal on? He hopes so, or else he must look very silly holding this thing to his face and talking to nothing.]

Greetings, fellow captives. [He says with the most charming smile.]

I am Zevran, or Zev to my friends. It seems we will be together for some time, and I'll be cooking for you. [Ohhhhh boy who put an assassin in the kitchen and thought this was a good idea?]

Might as well be friendly, yes? I have been told we are all from different places. How exciting. I wonder if you all could tell me something about your world. I'm curious. I'll start, how about that?

I am from Thedas. Where Humans, Elves, Dwarfs and Qunari live-- there maybe others from my world here, I haven't had the chance to look yet. Anyways, I am from the country Antiva, home of the finest wine in the world, which I could really use some of that right now. If anyone knows where there is a bar it would be much appreciated.

[He says that last part with smirk.]

So tell me, what's your world like?

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[Bucky braces himself, letting Zevran slam into his side. He takes the full weight of the blow and rolls them both out onto the middle of the mat, coming down over the other. Kicking his legs out, Bucky presses Zevran's thighs down and uses his palms to pin his shoulders.

It's a good strategy. If he were fighting someone without experience. He knows his body weight isn't centered, that he can be flipped with the right force in the right way, but he's so goddamn proud of himself for it. He's left a spot of vulnerability open, on purpose, and he's still in control of himself.

He looks down at the elf. Holds himself there. The barest hint of a smile curving his mouth.]

[Zevran is already out of breath. His face is flushed and his lip curl into a grin at the same time as Bucky's do. He doesn't mind this position, not attend all.]

I could get use to this.

[He grins as he leans up just slightly. He doesn't make a move yet, but he knows that Bucky left himself open. He just wants to savour the feeling of the weight and warmth that is on top of him before he moves quickly and exploits that weak spot. He turns and shifts his body so he can throw Bucky off center and soon Zevran is the one on top. He doesn't pin Bucky down. With his thighs wrapped around his waist he just leans back and admires the other on the floor.]

But I like this too.

Edited 2016-10-29 19:17 (UTC)

[It's that mutual understanding between them that allows Bucky the opportunity to truly get into their sparring. He left himself open and the elf knew it. They aren't out to kill or hurt, but test their skill and try to have a good time while doing so.

Being flipped is a rush of wind across his face, disorienting for only a moment, and then the mat is against his back and there is warm weight straddling his waist. Bucky's hands rest on Zevran's thighs, and he exhales slowly, lips parting to draw attention to them. His eyes flick up, lets the other linger in the position for a lot less time than he would actually want, and then he throws his arms up and around Zevran's waist. Bucky rolls them once fully, then again, and ends the movement with them on their sides, his legs wrapped around Zevran's - his arms wrapped around him and pinning him against Bucky's chest.]

I like this better.

[He hasn't had fun like this in some time. Not since his time with Rinna. That was life times ago to Zevran. The fact that he could feel it again is strange.

He grunts as he tries to wiggle, squirm and crawl out of Bucky's arms. Nothing works though. Bucky is strong, much stronger than Zevran. He didn't have to fight the man to tell that though, he knew that by just looking at the muscles he had. He finally stops struggling, but his body is still tense in Bucky's arms.]

I wouldn't say I do as well-- [His fall to Bucky's lips and he sighs.] But it would seem that you won. And I don't get my kiss.

[Bucky doesn’t lighten up. His arms and legs are tight, letting Zevran know that he’s won and that the dance is his.]

But I get my dance.

[He loosens his hold, hands running over where his grip had been too tight. Bucky rolls them so Zevran is partially on top of him to get his legs free from how they’re tangled with the elf’s.]

Why don’t we go back to my room and you hold up your end?

Oh to your room, is it a horizontal dance you have in mind?

[He grins, still on top of Bucky. While the other untangles his legs, Zevran moves his so his knee is between Bucky's.]

Because that's my favorite kind.

No, it's just private.

[Bucky doesn't really want to dance with Zevran, not the dance he has in mind, surrounded by a bunch of strangers. He's not as outgoing as he used to be. Doesn't enjoy the crowded dance floor. Besides, he can lock his door.]

Wait.

[His hand slips between them, gripping Zevran's thigh. As much as he doesn't mind their position or the location of the elf's leg, he doesn't want to encourage him to go farther where they are.]

Please don't do anything here.

[He wonders if he is being too forward, but Bucky didn't tell him to stop. Just to wait. His leg moves back down to the ground.]

I can wait for closed doors.

[Even if he likes the idea of being in a public space.]

I'll follow your lead.

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[Bucky sits up, helping Zevran to stand before rolling to his feet. He straightens out his clothes and heads to the door, tapping the panel and opening it up for them to leave.]

This way.

[He’s quiet on the walk back, eyes flicking from the elf to their surroundings. When they get to his room, he’ll play with his MID again until soft, slow music begins to play. It’s nothing he’s ever heard but it works. Bucky extends a hand, cautious.]

You owe me a dance.

[He follows him close behind. He wonders if Bucky ha been exploring this place and just how much of the ship he has seen. From the tour so far, Bucky seems like an expert in this technology. That could also be a benefit from his world though. When they reach his room, Zevran notices the differences. He like the space enough, it seems cozy even if the beds aren't mounted on the walls by rope.

It only just then hits him that Bucky actually wants to dance when the music starts to play. He fully excepted something less innocent. Maybe he is just too corrupted by his own greed for physical affection. It's music that he is unfamiliar with, but it doesn't matter. He takes Bucky's hand with his.]

Vertical dances aren't quite my forte.

[Bucky doesn’t care that neither of them know the music. It’s soft and sweet, and he can move to it without worrying about keeping up a complex rhythm. He raises a brow, but other than the slight change in his expression, he doesn’t acknowledge that comment. He just draws Zevran in until he’s up close and Bucky can settle other hand on his hip. It’s a bit of a stretch with their height differences, but that only means that he has to lean a little closer and tug the elf up against his chest a bit more.

He starts to move them slowly back and forth, turning slightly every fourth or fifth step, circling together in the middle of the room. It’s an easy dance, one that Bucky hopes isn’t boring, and when the song comes to a natural end, he lets them stop moving.]

Doesn’t seem right.

[He releases his hold on Zevran to grip his chin and tip it back. His eyes drop to his mouth and then he leans in to kiss him.]

[Dancing is not something that he normally does. Unless fighting is considered so, in some cases it might as well be with how he has been trained to move. This is something different though, he likes the feeling of the others body against him and the hand on his hip.

Even as the music is slow and unfamiliar he keeps in step rather easily. When it ends he thinks to himself 'how sad', but then his hands fall from their place and touch his face. He tries not to look smug as the other comes closer and Zevran's eyes shut as his lips meet his. His arms wrap around Bucky's neck to pull the taller man closer to him. Their hips touch as they kiss, and finger move slowly through dark locks.]

[Bucky sighs softly, curling his arms around the elf to pull him close. He's had a lot to drink but, honestly, the effects have begun to fade and he's still relaxed. It says a lot about Zevran that he can trust him in this, enjoy the fingers in his hair, the way their bodies touch and move together.]

Here.

[He steps back, careful and measured, pressing soft kisses to Zevran's mouth as he finds the bed and sits down. Bucky breaks the kiss long enough to lay on the swinging bed and tug Zevran down on top of him.]

[Zevran's first thoughts are how soft his lips are. His second is that he wants more, and gladly takes those extra kisses as Bucky pulls him to the bed. His mind isn't even on how drunk he still he, he doesn't care and honestly this isn't the worse he has ever done.

He moves carefully as he sits on top of Bucky. His legs on either side of him as his hands move under the tank top he is wearing. His fingers trace the muscles in his abdominal when he leans in for another kiss.]

[Bucky's body responds in contrasting measures as he's straddled and touched. His stomach muscles clench under Zevran's fingers, his shoulders tense at the weight pinning him down. He wills his body to relax, to remember that the elf isn't a threat. He chose this. He wants this.

He parts his lips, sighs, and tilts his head back so Zevran can kiss him.

Laying himself out like this, letting go, giving up control - it's overwhelming and intoxicating. He hasn't done anything like this in such a long time.]

You're so beautiful.

You'll make me blush with those words.

[He teases as he gives another kiss, his teeth lightly nipping at his lower lip. His body leans down, his chest now against the others. He can tell that Bucky is tense, it's easy to get like that with someone so close. He hopes that he isn't making him uncomfortable or being too forward, but all Bucky has to do is say the word and he will stop in his tracks.

His hand go from dark locks to his neck, shoulders, glide down his sides and to his hips. His fingers wrap around his belt and he gives it a small tug, asking permission before anything else happens. Even if Bucky says no, he will still be happy with this.]

[He doesn't know how far he can go. The fingers on his belt aren't assuming, it's entirely his decision, and he's caught in the moment in between. Bucky inhales, gray-blue eyes lift to meet Zevran's gaze, and he nods his consent as he blows out a harsh breath. He doesn't want the elf to know how broken he is, but it's as clear as the scars on his body and the tension thrumming beneath his skin.

Bucky wants this. He wish it were easier.]

Go slow. [His fingers comb through blond hair, the pad of his thumb traces Zevran's lower lip.] Go slow, мир податель.

[It's easy to see, at least to him, how Bucky is struggling with this. Zevran isn't sure if it's wise to continue, but Bucky gave permission and he would do as he is told and go slow. He pulls his belt off and his hands slip his pants down his thighs. It isn't on his mind anymore to press the limits or go all the way, for now this is fine. He would go no further.]

Already giving me a nickname?

[He smiles as his thighs squeeze around Bucky. His hand goes to Bucky's wrist and he kisses his palm. He doesn't understand what was said, but it sounded nice.]

I hope it's something naughty.

[Bucky lifts his hips, aiding the slow slide of his pants down his thighs. It's not the way Zevran feels straddling him, the warmth and pressure, it's not the soft kiss to his palm, but the way the elf seems to understand what Bucky needs. It's that understanding that spurs him forward, giving him just enough give to trust in a way that would allow this to go further.]

It's not. [His mouth curves up.] I'll tell you someday.

[He reaches for Zevran's hand, pushing his fingers into Bucky's shirt - giving permission. His hands settle on the elf's slim hips, playing with fabric but not trying to take it off.]

Go slow, but don't stop.

[Someday, hu? Well maybe he could wait, but right now he wasn't sure of it. What would happen in the future, or if this was all even real was still somewhat up in the air to him. He wasn't thinking too much of it though, if this was a dream then he would make it be the best he's ever had-- and so far so good.

His head dips down, a curtain of gold surrounds his and Bucky's face as they kiss and those hands seek where permission had been granted. He pushes the cloth up, his rough fingers caressing the past the muscle and scars on his skin. Now that he could Feel the solid muscle, he could guess that there is truth in the other man being an assassin if he didn't already believe it.]

[Bucky arches his back to help take his shirt off, eyes narrowed in on Zevran's face now that his upper half is showing. He hasn't chosen to go this far with anyone since before Hydra. He has physical changes that he hasn't let anyone see up close.

His fingers tighten at Zevran's hips, breaths coming in harsher gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly.

While he knows that it doesn't make sense to be as paranoid about it when Zevran has seen his metal arm, he hasn't seen the scars.]

[The metal arm was odd to him, but nothing that was grotesquely so. It looked like armor that just was never suppose to come off. He has heard of some old Crows with missing limbs-- only their limbs were replaced with knives or hooks instead of functional hands.

His own hand smooths over his metal arm, smiling at the feeling of cool metal. His fingers stop at his wrist as his eyes glance up and at the scars on his shoulder. He doesn't mind them, he only gives them a moment and then his eyes are back on that handsome face.]

Are you alright?

[He can see the oncoming of panic in the way Bucky breaths and the tight grip the other man has on him.]

Don't let me push you too far.

[Bucky's eyes follow the movements of Zevran's hands, relaxing when the elf doesn't seem to mind that one arm is made of metal or any of the scars.]

I am.

[All of his worry was unfounded, an uncontrollable reaction to his need to move forward from the past that kept him bound even still. Every time he thinks he's got walls knocked down enough to let someone in, more crop up below the surface. He needs patience, and someone who won't push. Which he's found.

Bucky loosens his grip, lightly stroking his thumbs back and forth.]

You're not pushing me. I want this. [His tongue darts out, and he inhales slowly.] I haven't done this in a long time.

As long as you want it.

[While he doesn't know the exact details of Bucky's past, he knows enough from his own experience. No one becomes an assassin because they want too, at least no one that he has met. Perhaps Bucky had a fate like Zevran's, where he was bought as a slave. But something told him there was more to it than that. Either way, he knows to go slow and to be careful.

His smile turns gentle as he pressed his lips to Bucky's. The kiss is slow, wanton, and needy. His fingers comb back dark locks as his body leans and lies against him.]

[He wants to tell Zevran to keep going, but the words he wants to say are always harder to find anymore.

Bucky settles for showing the elf, which has worked for them so far. He parts his lips, tilting his head so he can deepen the kiss. He guides Zevran's hands down to his pants, then moves to tug the elf's shirt over his head. He's all lean muscle, the swirling marks on his side that Bucky can't help but run his fingers over.

Lifting his hips to help remove his pants, he settles the elf back in his lap, hands at his waist. He presses his hips up as he guides Zevran down, moaning softly at the friction.]

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