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[ it's early evening in the brothel, and things are beginning to stir. their busy time does not usually come until after the sun is setting.

tighnari prepares himself as always, dressing in soft, gauzy clothing that reveals enough skin to entice, combing his hair and brushing out his tail, applying soft-scented oils to his skin and fur to make them fragrant and alluring. he's new to this, still, only having graduated to the level of a fully fledged courtesan within the last year or so, but tighnari is nonetheless a professional. he knows what he has, and how to make his customers appreciate it, even if he's often told that his personality leaves.. a little less to be desired.

he tries to be good. really, he does. but tighnari is sharp and abrasive, a little too honest, a little too forward and direct. some of his clients appreciate it, but most prefer that he simply keep his pretty mouth shut, and more than once he has been reprimanded by his keepers for frightening off the clientele. if it weren't for his striking beauty, and the exotic draw of his foxlike features, he'd never be able to keep this profession. tighnari doesn't love feeling like a display animal, but he must admit it pays the bills, and after his parents had died while he was still young enough to barely recall their faces the brothel had taken him in, caring for him, grooming him to be what he has become. personality conflicts aside, tighnari is good at his job.

soon enough the halls are abuzz. the doors have opened, and the clients begin to filter in - there's talk of a matra among them. it's not so uncommon for matra to visit the brothel, their jobs are difficult and stressful, but it's still often an event, and the courtesans all do their best to see to it that they are the ones chosen. the higher up the status of the client, the better they will pay, and most of the courtesans here carry a debt of some kind; some people work in the sex industry because they simply enjoy it, but many more still do it simply for the money. tighnari does it because it's all he's ever known. because he's good at it.

the silver bell soon rings to signify that a client is waiting to choose from among the higher-end courtesans, which is tighnari's cue. he checks his reflection, makes sure his lips are perfectly pink and glossy before he pads from his room and through the hallways on bare feet, past gossamer curtains and beautiful paintings, toward the solar, where he is lined up with the other premium courtesans against a curtained wall. through a fan of thick lashes, his brown-green, kohl-lined eyes scan the handful of clients before them as his tail flicks behind him, tighnari's expression smooth but calculating. who will choose him tonight? ]

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Cyno -

[ tighnari's smile fades immediately, and instantly he snaps the book closed, rising from the bed and hurrying toward cyno, concern writ clear across his features. he's never seen cyno like this. sure, he's seen him grim before, after particularly harrowing missions, but.. this is different. this is something else.

lifting his hands, tighnari cradles cyno's face between them, lifting his chin, trying to catch his eyes. ]

Cyno, what's wrong? Do you need help?

[ something is very wrong; what is he doing here, in this state? tighnari's heart leaps up into his throat, hammering hard, though his voice remains soothing, his thumbs smoothing over the crests of cyno's cheeks. ]

It's all right. You're safe.

[ Taking a glimpse of Tighnari reading a book like he wasn't fucking someone else earlier makes a wave of anger rush through his whole body. Cyno tries to rationalize everything, making numerous attempts at explaining to himself that this is just Tighnari's job, he simply has to do it.

The courtesan's touch feels like hot coals, not soothing at all, only bringing him more pain. Cyno shuts his eyes close in his last effort to calm himself down. Tighnari is here and yet, why is it so hard to forget about everything? Isn't it what he came here for in the first place?

The images of his last battle during the most recent mission flash in front of his eyes while the courtesan calls out to him. Cyno doesn't hear his voice at all, however, losing himself in the memory of that fight. ]

Away...

[ A sparks of electricity engulf Cyno's body and this is the only word of warning he can mutter before he allows the spirit of Hermanubis to take over. He's so tired after the mission involving fighting arrogant scholars and coming back only to have to wait for Tighnari because a client was with him. Cyno doesn't want to think anymore, he wants to shut himself down and give in, even though he's aware that the consequences might be dire.

The next moment, purple ribbons that appear and wrap tightly around both arms form sharp claws. Cyno's features are no longer visible as a jackal mask covers his entire face. The ominous glow from the eye holes might make it feel like Cyno isn't even here at all. ]

Nari... [ When he calls out to the courtesan his voice is slightly distorted. ] You're all mine... for the rest of this night...

[ There's nothing delicate in how Cyno shoves Tighnari across the room, right onto the bed. ]

Tell me how much you want me.

[ .. away.. ?

concern and confusion twist tighnari's features, his brow furrowed and his ears laid back, his entire body leaning toward cyno. he isn't afraid, even though, perhaps, he should be. cyno has never harmed him. he's been rough, sure, but in a way that they both enjoy - and even when the power of electro begins to crackle and hiss around him, tighnari still doesn't step back. he can't leave cyno this way. he has to help him.

but once the mask closes over his face and he bears his claws, tighnari worries that perhaps there is no helping him. ]

Cyno.. please..

[ there is still no fear in his voice, only a quiet desperation - if tighnari is afraid of anything, it's that cyno is lost and hurting, though that's soon driven from his mind as he's shoved hard across the room, hurtled into his bed. with a gasp of surprise, tighnari lifts himself up onto his elbows. he considers calling on the power of dendro, as he might use - and sometimes has used - on the more.. ornery of his clients, but he doesn't want to hurt cyno, and somehow he thinks restraining him may only worsen things. ]

What's gotten into you?

[ Cyno has been already closing the distance and approaching the bed, but that question makes him stop. It would be convenient to blame the spirit possessing him for hurting Tighnari, even if it wasn't entirely true. Cyno hates himself for that thought and looks up at the courtesan. The mask still obscures his features while he's groaning, his fingers curled into fists as he's clearly going through some kind of an internal struggle. ]

I'm... I'm sorry...

[ He shouldn't have allowed Hermanubis to take over in the first place, no matter how hurt he is, Cyno knows that much. After a few moments, the mask is gone, but the transformation isn't undone completely considering that the claws are still present, continuously sparking electro energy. ]

Can I still... come closer?

[ It's irresponsible, but now all he wants is to forget about this display of his pain and jealousy and lose himself in pleasure, even if he might regret it later. ]

[ it breaks tighnari's heart, to see him this way. to see him so unsure. if tighnari was upset at being manhandled, it's clear that all is forgiven, because he's soon sitting up again, and opening his arms. ]

Yes. Come here. Come to me.

[ entirely unafraid of the massive electro claws, tighnari reaches forward, snagging cyno by the elbows to pull him forward. something must have happened, out there in the desert - something difficult, or painful, for cyno to be behaving this way. he's normally so controlled, so calm, even when they get rough, it's never a loss of control. it's never like this. tighnari knows precious little about the spirit inhabiting cyno, save for the fact that it exists, but he's never seen it rear its head.

but tighnari does not rebuke him. instead, he wraps cyno up in his arms - not because he's a courtesan and it's his job, but because he wants to. ]

[ Cyno doesn't resist at all when he's pulled closer, finally finding shelter in Tighnari's arms. As much as he'd like to embrace and cling to him, the matra makes sure to keep his hands close to his own body. The courtesan's body warmth is so soothing that Cyno closes his eyes and eventually relaxes against him.

It might seem that the claws will dematerialize, but it doesn't happen even after a few minutes in Tighnari's embrace. ]

I wanted to see you. [ His voice is a bit hoarse when he speaks. ] Did you want to see me? I want the truth.

[ tighnari feels him beginning to relax, and he breathes a soft sigh against cyno's hair, his arms around his shoulders tightening, holding him close. concern still tightens his chest like an icy fist, and tighnari has to swallow around it, but much of the tension seems to have passed. ]

Yes.

[ tighnari's answer comes instantly, confidently, and he draws back to look into cyno's face again, to cup his jaw in his hands and look into his eyes. there's pain there, pain he wishes he could erase. ]

I always want to see you. I missed you while you were gone.

[ it was a long time, that he spent away. weeks gone in the desert, tighnari never knowing when he might return - if he might return. softly, gently, he presses a kiss to cyno's mouth, then another. ]

[ Cyno chooses to believe in that answer and not let the intrusive thoughts take over again. All he wants is to forget about the mission and what happened here, even though the matra knows that he shouldn't pick the easy way and acknowledge everything instead. ]

I missed you too, Nari.

[ While he's much calmer now, it's still not enough to undo the transformation. Cyno lets out an exasperated sigh before tilting his head to the side, slightly embarrassed by what he's about to ask for. ]

Will you... let me fuck you while I'm like this?

[ he seems calmer, despite the fact that his claws are still very much out, very dangerous, but tighnari isn't afraid. cyno won't hurt him. not in any way that matters. perhaps that's foolish to believe, but tighnari fancies himself a very good judge of character, and cyno..

.. he's a good man. troubled, perhaps, but good. ]

Yes.

[ he murmurs, nudging his nose alongside cyno's jawline, pressing soft kisses there. tighnari's hands move over cyno's chest, sliding down over the hard planes of his abdomen as he whispers softly against his lover's ear. ]

Let me help you. Let me make you feel good.

Nari...

[ It might seem that something else will follow, but Cyno says nothing. Nonetheless, his gratitude is reflected in his eyes—Tighnari had every right to decline and tell him to come back on a later date, especially after what the matra did. His muscles relax some more and he closes his eyes, enjoying the courtesan's gentle kisses. ]

Remove your clothes, please. I... I probably shouldn't touch you too much.

[ As badly as Cyno wants to do it, but the elemental reactions might hurt Tighnari and he can't allow that. ]

You can touch me all you like.

[ but tighnari obeys nevertheless, unfastening his silks from the silver collar at his neck and allowing them to fall away, spilling off of his body to land in a delicate heap at his ankles. ]

I know you wouldn't hurt me.

[ there's a quiet trust between them, and tighnari has a good sense of him, of the kind of person that cyno is. stepping backward, he lays himself out on the bed, spreading his soft thighs open, one hand smoothing between them. ]

[ Without even realizing that he's been holding his breath for a while, Cyno steps in closer to the bed, his gaze darting from Tighnari's eyes to his pussy and back. At first, he places his both hands on both sides of the courtesan's waist and remains still, simply watching the perfect body laid out in front of him. It doesn't last for too long, however, as his palms slowly slide down to Tighnari's smooth thighs. Small sparks of electricity envelop the claws, revealing how aroused he is. ]

I might hurt you without even intending to. I would never...

[ ... hurt you.

Against his better judgment, Cyno lets one of his palms slip between the courtesans legs once the sparks subdue. He starts off by lightly rubbing Tighnari's clit, but it's impossible not to think about fingering him. ]

[ tighnari has to admit, there's a little bit of a.. thrill, here. he enjoys roughness, being manhandled, he enjoys a little pain and playing at threat. cyno is one of the gentlest creatures he's ever met, but there's danger in those claws, and it's enough to make tighnari's chest and belly tighten up with heat.

his breath rushes, and he arches away from the mattress as that hot palm drags down his body, claws brushing delicate skin, and when cyno begins to rub at his clit tighnari keens, spreading his thighs further, his hips arching as a shiver sweeps down his spine. ]

That's good..

[ he whispers, encouraging, one hand dropping to smooth his fingertips along one of those curved claws, his dendro reacting with electro, fizzling, popping. ]

Is it...?

[ The sight of Tighnari with his legs spread and the elemental reactions flickering between their bodies technically is a proof good enough to deem that question unnecessary, but Cyno can't help it anyway. These claws are for wounding the criminals that decide not to abide by the laws, not for pleasure.

And yet, it seems that Tighnari is having a nice time. Cyno swallows and pushes one of is curved claws between the folds with an accompanying popping sound. ]

Nari, I... missed you so much...

[ Finally, Cyno allows himself some honesty, even though it's difficult. ]

Aah...

[ he's never felt anything like this before. tighnari gets plenty of clients, but none of them have visions, none of them have reacted with him like this before, and it's adding an entirely new level of pleasure to this encounter. when the curve of that claw presses between his folds, tighnari keens and arches, though his heart aches at cyno's words. ]

I missed you, too..

[ how could he not have? cyno was not only an excellent lover, he was a wonderful man. easy to be around. easy to fall for. reaching down, he smooths a palm over cyno's cock, squeezing, before unlacing his shorts. ]

Now fuck me already before I run out of patience.

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