"Legging it is a particular Clan talent of mine," he said darkly, choosing to ignore the best and primary use he'd had for it not too many decades ago and the nickname he'd earned being clean amid the trench of blood he'd caused.
His pace was kept reasonable when with company that couldn't move as quickly as he could, but he looked sidelong at Cassidy as they walked, keeping well within the treeline.
"Secret speakeasy might be the ticket, but there's drugs in my room and that's where I'd like to be. You coming or am I forcibly relocating myself?" Because no, he wasn't just going to 'let him go' after coming to clean up a rather ugly kind of mess. He wasn't going to chance taking any responsibility as the Elder, for this mishap.
“The secret speakeasy that’s not so secret,” Cassidy sneered, by way of agreement. “Plus, paid-for drinks versus free drugs? Castle it is.”
Now that the primary concerns had been taken care of, there was space for the predatory gleam to slip back into his eyes. It was there in the sidelong glance he sent in Matt’s direction before focusing on the path in front of them.
Maybe Matt was only thinking about getting to his stash. Cassidy was thinking back to their previous tumble out in the Wilds, and how the balance of power had come down in one particular direction, and how he’d rather like to try returning the favor.
"Kill enough people and it will be again." It wasn't humor - his mind was too busy, whirling around between his ears in a way that left him not minding what came out of his mouth as they treked over and under branches. He needed a hit, he needed the distraction, and badly so. He could feel his feathers ruffling again with a restlessness he couldn't quite define.
"But good. Saves me the energy otherwise spent on a smile. Speaking of, have you managed to get a hold of any of the mushrooms yet? Considering how poorly we failed at our task last time, I'm thinking of sending one of the humans out to do it. A pretty please and some bullshit about it opening at dusk or something.."
It didn't sound like a joke, and it hit Cassidy's ear oddly in the nanosecond before he remembered, oh right, he had just almost killed someone.
"You hopin' to stop me from some sort of rampage?" That was a joke, or at least was meant to be one. Then he felt the thirst at the back of his throat. He stepped on a twig, and the snap of it stabbed into his ear. "...that's a solid plan. Good thinkin', mate."
The mushrooms — something else to think about for a stretch. "Haven't made a lot of treks out this way. Probably for good bloody reason. We should've stayed in the bar; then this never would've happened."
It was his sister's solution to the problem. Matt could already feel her claws peeking out from the inside corner of his mind, telling him how to solve the problem 'properly'.
He huffed a breath that hinted at amusement at the question, brushing a flexiable branch out of his way and holding it until Cassidy passed.
"Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Bars get boring anyways. And while I've never turned anyone, these things shouldn't be handled alone. Not if we're wanting to keep people safe, hmm?"
"Safety first. That's priority number one." As much as Cassidy might agree, the comment came out glib — the itch to get physical again in some kind of way was starting to drown out everything else. Conversation was just a way to fill time.
These things. What did Matt mean by that? Turning someone? He couldn't — they couldn't turn anyone here, right? Cassidy concluded he must have been talking about the pollen situation.
"And I expect you can handle it — that is, if previous experience is any indication, eh, mate?"
They were making good time with the stretch of Matt's stride that didn't quite reach as far as Cassidy, making the smaller man look more like he was hurrying, while Cassidy got to amble along.
Matt hoped Cassidy was regaining sense of himself, even as a restless nervousness settled under his skin, caused no doubt by the pollen in the air. He, of course, didn't think a thing towards it, to far stuck in his own experience to keep an eye out for something new.
"Previous experience?" he asked up at the man as they came up on the town. They were in the mist of a misunderstanding. "If I've helped clean up another mess and forgotten about it, I might have to accept jokes about my age. Can't have that.
Either way - because it's He Ming, we might be fine. Let's not test that theory on anyone else's neck."
The misunderstanding didn't slip past unnoticed — Cassidy still let it slip past. He had a feeling it would sort itself out. The really important thing was they were both in agreement about going back to Matt's room.
"Let's not."
And because he was feeling significantly amped-up, he had no trouble giving in to the impulse for a more physical public gesture than usual. Mid-stride, Cassidy slowed the half-step necessary to give Matt a solid slap on the ass.
"Anyway, I reckon I've got some favors need returnin'. Eh?"
Matt jumped and scoffed at the swat on his ass, turning to look up at Cassidy like he'd grown a third head, however handsome ahead it might be and scoffed again smirking.
"You're really chomping at the bit today, aren't we? Do you know how lucky you are to successfully get to slap that?" Matt grinned. Cassidy's nature was infectious and Matt's mood was porous at best.
Either way, they were there and Matthew opened the door and walked in, letting Cassidy man it's closing per usual. "If we were anywhere else, it might be weird."
But this place had stock and trade on sex and its effects. He could see what was going on.
Chomping at the bit — "Like a dog after a bone, so to speak. Should've learned from Alien — don't go near anythin' that looks like a giant egg."
Which, Cassidy thought as he shut the door behind him, wasn't to say he didn't feel good. But it was an itchy, too-much-energy sort of good. The sort where if he didn't keep moving, if he tried to repress himself, it could turn just as bad real quick.
"Long as I'm here, though..." So long as Matt was inviting him to... "I might just keep pressin' my luck."
They were face-to-face, now, and Cassidy raised a hand to grasp at Matt's shirt, close to the collar and the line of buttons. Loosely at first, then tighter, pulling as though preparing to snap those buttons off with a tug at any second. Not going through with it yet, but teasing Matt with the possibility.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you wearin' such nice clothes all the time."
"Definitely not," he said, stopping to turn and face his friend as he came forward. There wasn't going to be any polite foreplay here, no social niceties, no 'how's your drink doing', not with the energy between their chests as Matt looked up at Cassidy, one heavy eyebrow arching over a smug smile.
"Man's gotta have his pride," he replied, sending one long, head tilting glance down Cassidy's half dressed form. "Though they don't always have to stay nice."
There was an impulse to say 'ain't' instead of don't. The twang was almost addicting.
"You gonna do something about that?" As he asked, one hand crept around Cassidy's waist and pulled his hips forward.
When he heard the accent threatening to overlay Matt's voice, Cassidy realized he'd been here a hell of a lot longer than he'd been stuck in Texas. It didn't feel that long. Time flies when you're having fun, maybe.
Cassidy's lip curled. Matt had gotten lucky, looking the way he did. Number one reason Cassidy had gotten to know him. He seemed aware of it, too — what was it he'd said while Cass had been lying under him? Someone's got to be the lucky fucker. Cocky bastard.
He tightened his fingers one more time and pulled sharp, snapping off three buttons at once. His other hand raked through Matt's hair from the front, pushing his head back until it reached the angle he was looking for, and then he held it there as he gave the shirt one more pull — only one button gone this time, but he also nearly pulled the shirt tails out of Matt's trousers.
Through a grin, he snapped his teeth in Matt's face... then met his mouth with a kiss, and moved his hands to start undressing Matt more thoroughly.
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His pace was kept reasonable when with company that couldn't move as quickly as he could, but he looked sidelong at Cassidy as they walked, keeping well within the treeline.
"Secret speakeasy might be the ticket, but there's drugs in my room and that's where I'd like to be. You coming or am I forcibly relocating myself?" Because no, he wasn't just going to 'let him go' after coming to clean up a rather ugly kind of mess. He wasn't going to chance taking any responsibility as the Elder, for this mishap.
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Now that the primary concerns had been taken care of, there was space for the predatory gleam to slip back into his eyes. It was there in the sidelong glance he sent in Matt’s direction before focusing on the path in front of them.
Maybe Matt was only thinking about getting to his stash. Cassidy was thinking back to their previous tumble out in the Wilds, and how the balance of power had come down in one particular direction, and how he’d rather like to try returning the favor.
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"But good. Saves me the energy otherwise spent on a smile. Speaking of, have you managed to get a hold of any of the mushrooms yet? Considering how poorly we failed at our task last time, I'm thinking of sending one of the humans out to do it. A pretty please and some bullshit about it opening at dusk or something.."
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"You hopin' to stop me from some sort of rampage?" That was a joke, or at least was meant to be one. Then he felt the thirst at the back of his throat. He stepped on a twig, and the snap of it stabbed into his ear. "...that's a solid plan. Good thinkin', mate."
The mushrooms — something else to think about for a stretch. "Haven't made a lot of treks out this way. Probably for good bloody reason. We should've stayed in the bar; then this never would've happened."
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He huffed a breath that hinted at amusement at the question, brushing a flexiable branch out of his way and holding it until Cassidy passed.
"Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Bars get boring anyways. And while I've never turned anyone, these things shouldn't be handled alone. Not if we're wanting to keep people safe, hmm?"
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These things. What did Matt mean by that? Turning someone? He couldn't — they couldn't turn anyone here, right? Cassidy concluded he must have been talking about the pollen situation.
"And I expect you can handle it — that is, if previous experience is any indication, eh, mate?"
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Matt hoped Cassidy was regaining sense of himself, even as a restless nervousness settled under his skin, caused no doubt by the pollen in the air. He, of course, didn't think a thing towards it, to far stuck in his own experience to keep an eye out for something new.
"Previous experience?" he asked up at the man as they came up on the town. They were in the mist of a misunderstanding. "If I've helped clean up another mess and forgotten about it, I might have to accept jokes about my age. Can't have that.
Either way - because it's He Ming, we might be fine. Let's not test that theory on anyone else's neck."
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"Let's not."
And because he was feeling significantly amped-up, he had no trouble giving in to the impulse for a more physical public gesture than usual. Mid-stride, Cassidy slowed the half-step necessary to give Matt a solid slap on the ass.
"Anyway, I reckon I've got some favors need returnin'. Eh?"
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"You're really chomping at the bit today, aren't we? Do you know how lucky you are to successfully get to slap that?" Matt grinned. Cassidy's nature was infectious and Matt's mood was porous at best.
Either way, they were there and Matthew opened the door and walked in, letting Cassidy man it's closing per usual. "If we were anywhere else, it might be weird."
But this place had stock and trade on sex and its effects. He could see what was going on.
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Which, Cassidy thought as he shut the door behind him, wasn't to say he didn't feel good. But it was an itchy, too-much-energy sort of good. The sort where if he didn't keep moving, if he tried to repress himself, it could turn just as bad real quick.
"Long as I'm here, though..." So long as Matt was inviting him to... "I might just keep pressin' my luck."
They were face-to-face, now, and Cassidy raised a hand to grasp at Matt's shirt, close to the collar and the line of buttons. Loosely at first, then tighter, pulling as though preparing to snap those buttons off with a tug at any second. Not going through with it yet, but teasing Matt with the possibility.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you wearin' such nice clothes all the time."
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"Man's gotta have his pride," he replied, sending one long, head tilting glance down Cassidy's half dressed form. "Though they don't always have to stay nice."
There was an impulse to say 'ain't' instead of don't. The twang was almost addicting.
"You gonna do something about that?" As he asked, one hand crept around Cassidy's waist and pulled his hips forward.
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Cassidy's lip curled. Matt had gotten lucky, looking the way he did. Number one reason Cassidy had gotten to know him. He seemed aware of it, too — what was it he'd said while Cass had been lying under him? Someone's got to be the lucky fucker. Cocky bastard.
He tightened his fingers one more time and pulled sharp, snapping off three buttons at once. His other hand raked through Matt's hair from the front, pushing his head back until it reached the angle he was looking for, and then he held it there as he gave the shirt one more pull — only one button gone this time, but he also nearly pulled the shirt tails out of Matt's trousers.
Through a grin, he snapped his teeth in Matt's face... then met his mouth with a kiss, and moved his hands to start undressing Matt more thoroughly.