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[knowmyplace]

[From here...]

He slides his hands up from her calves to her thighs, though he sits up straighter to help her with her shirt. "Such fine material," he mutters, running his fingers along the fabric. Shifting closer, he starts to unbutton it with one hand while the other runs along her jaw to try and invite her for a kiss.

[weirdnecro]

Her reply was a soft murmur of agreement. She might have spoken of the fine cotton and even of its history, but Sokie had other things on her mind.

His fingers running over her covered legs, for a start. And the touch of his hand against her face.

Sokie moved with his touch, and kissed him. Despite the previous spice in her speech, she was soft and undemanding with her kiss.

But Sokie may have been distracted in pulling her shirt off her shoulders, and away from her body. It exposed that despite the fine material, that had been the only piece of clothing she wore on top.

Spam

[countthecats]

The Cat King has his priorities straight. When he gets his human form back, he doesn't make some dramatic network announcement to show himself off (though that might come later). He doesn't even visit Edwin first. Instead, he shows up outside Iago's door, scratching at it impatiently with a meow.

By the time Iago answers, there's a man standing there, lounging against the doorframe, curly blond hair artfully tousled, bare-chested in a silk robe and pants. His rakish grin is accentuated by a scar just over the left corner of his full lips, and his eyes are all gold with slit pupils - no whites showing.

"Hello, Iago." The voice is unmistakably his own.

Re: Spam

[knowmyplace]

He opens the door, taking in the look of him, the way he sits and the scar so strangely familiar.

The voice seals it.

"Oh. Your majesty." And he sweeps down into a playful bow.

CW: NSFW

[knowmyplace]

[Continued from here.]

Iago sits up and gestures to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer where he moved the oil for just such an occasion.

"Take what you want," he tells him with a smirk, crossing his legs as he leans back on his arms.

Re: CW: NSFW

[countthecats]

The Cat King steals a kiss as he slides off the bed, before snagging the oil from the drawer. He does plan on bringing his own lube, when the occasion permits, but this hadn't exactly been a planned visit, and it's hard to carry things when he's switching between forms.

He blows Iago another kiss as he heads for the bathroom, and a coy wave. Some day, he'll give Iago a show of getting himself ready, but not today. Not when he gets to play the role of conquest.

But he doesn't make Iago wait long. He comes out wearing a leather kilt (with nothing underneath, of course) and combat boots, a tight little top, and his usual jewelry. He gives his lover a cheeky grin and deliberate wink before putting on a haughty, disinterested expression. "Well? Should I leave, then?"

Audio; after the pairings

[weirdnecro]

Have you spoken to the lady yet, dear Iago?

[You know. The one that has your file.]

Re: Audio; after the pairings

[knowmyplace]

Of course, signora.

After Saga's annoucement; audio

[planetdialup]

Hi there, Iago?

My name is Aerith. I understand you're Saga's inmate?

Re: After Saga's annoucement; audio

[knowmyplace]

I am.

Wonderful to meet you.

[deuceoftears]

Justine is with John and Hakkai isn't back yet from his latest trip to the city, which means Jedao is at loose ends, free to try whatever anyone is willing to share with him. His eyes are huge and dark, and he's forgotten himself enough that he's floating a little: lying on his back, a foot above the the ground, staring at the stars and feeling the whole froth of the crowd surge and breath around him. When he feels someone familiar, close by, he - reaches, tugs, wants. For Iago it feels like the world tilts on its axis, thirty or forty degrees, so that the easiest thing in the world would be to run-roll-stumble downhill toward Jedao.

"Heyyyyy you," he murmurs, feeling like the sound is coming from the Earth, or the sky, resonating through him, like he's only one breath in the mouth of the universe.

[knowmyplace]

The sensation is odd. He's laughing, talking to someone, and suddenly he's facing Jedao like they're old friends. He smiles, recognizing that glassy, faraway look that he's come to see in everyone else around this place, and it makes him smile.

"Hello, Jedao," he murmurs, steadying himself against him with one hand. He doesn't question what it is that brought them together; he just accepts it now as part of whatever is happening here.

"Are you alright?"

spam

[packhounds]

Mikodez could call Iago on his communicator, but he has spent so much of his life talking to people over one type of communicator or another. The Barge supplied ones are far less advanced than most he's used to, but that doesn't make him more inclined. Besides, light exercise is good for you! No reason to sit around in his room when he could take a nice walk around the ship.

When he catches sight of Iago he raises his hand in friendly greeting. There's no need to start on a heavier footing.

"Hello," he says. He's dressed down (though he'd still chosen red), which does still leave him far more fancifully dressed than many on the Barge. He has seen the lack of jewelry but sees no need to shed everything colorful himself.

Re: spam

[knowmyplace]

Iago looks up, bright and cheerful, from where he's sitting on deck with a book in hand. He's checked his communicator, of course, and really sees no reason to reach out to someone who may or may not care, but he gets his answer soon enough.

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you might find yourself here."

audio

[cactusy]

Hey. You and Anderson were good buddies, huh.

[Excellent way to greet a total stranger.]

Re: audio

[knowmyplace]

I wouldn't say that, no.

NSFW

[knowmyplace]

[Continued from here.]

He steps back, turning on the water in the tub, grinning as he does so.

"Too much for you to say? I've made too many beg for me lately; I'd like to be on my knees for once."

Re: NSFW

[weirdnecro]

"Dear one, I did something mentioning watching you get pleasure, possibly by tentacles, possibly just with hands and mouth."

And what a mouth John had. She licked her lips at the though, before gently stroking a hand over Iago's cheek.

"I do have...options for you, if you do want to give them a try. Not just...restraints and such."

NSFW: CNC? Roleplay for sure

[countthecats]

Some time before Hanna's announcement on the matter, Iago gets a ping on his communicator when he's out and about.

I have a gift for you. One I've been planning for a while, and only now am empowered to give.

Bring all your passion, all your cruelty. I'll be waiting in our bed.

But when Iago arrives back to his cabin, it's not the Cat King in his bed. It's undeniably Othello, naked, gagged, and blindfolded. Hands bound to the headboard with rope. He squirms as the door opens and fresh air hits his naked body, making pathetic noises around the knotted cloth in his mouth.

The Cat King's been careful not to use anything too modern in this little setup, aside from making sure his ass was well prepared. He wants it to be as real for Iago as possible.

His lover deserves their fantasy brought to life.

[knowmyplace]

Iago doesn't quite know what he's expecting when he gets that message, but he can't stop himself from wondering all day. It distracts him each moment, and though he doesn't respond back, he's aching to know, checking his communicator to see if CK gives any more hints.

He doesn't, of course, because he's a fucking cat who is enjoying his game, and by the time Iago can make his way back to his room, he's ready to strangle him in a very, very good way.

He unlocks the door and steps inside, blinking a moment at the strange form on his bed, illuminated only by candlelight.

No, not a strange form.

Othello. Displayed in front of him like a treasure for the taking. He vaguely recalls CK talking about this, wanting to see his picture, but none of that actually matters. He throws off his coat and walks closer, grabbing that beautiful face between his fingers. "And what a gift you are," he growls, bringing the candle closer with his free hand to inspect his prize, letting him feel the heat of the flame against his skin.

pairings!

[packhounds]

I hope you've been keeping up with the Admiral's announcements! [Mikodez is cheerful. Not only has he gotten a permanent pairing, but it's one that lets him agree with the Admiral's judgement.]

Would you like to come over? [They can also meet elsewhere.]

Re: pairings!

[knowmyplace]

I can come, certainly!

Should I bring anything?

[countthecats]

With the port over and the Barge safely away from that awful place, the Cat King makes his reappearance. Lounging casually on Iago's bed one evening as he comes in, as if he hadn't gone to ground for a week. "Hey."

[knowmyplace]

Iago glances over his shoulder with a smile, but he quickly returns to his tablet, continuing a match-3 game he's been engrossed in for an hour.

"You've returned. I had been worried."

After the flood

[falkeditupagain]

Hanna knows at Iago's door with a letter hidden in his sweater, perfectly revealed with no one ever having to know he took a peak.

He might not be following directs, but expecting Hanna Cross to follow directions to a T is just foolish, really.

Re: After the flood

[knowmyplace]

He opens the door to see Hanna.

And smiles, mostly out of surprise and to hide the annoyance. "Ah, Hanna Cross. How may I help you?"

[love_and_peace]

[ Less than thirty minutes after this announcement, there's somebody cop-knocking on Iago's door. ]

[knowmyplace]

Iago's on alert, not because of that announcement but because of the sheer aggression in the knock.

He still has his sword and draws it, opening the door with it raised.

[knowmyplace]

[OOC: Continued from here and NSFW.]

Iago slides between his legs with a grin, kissing him again and again out of sheer delight. "Shall I take you here, or taste you first?" he mutters, giving him a choice of how much he wants.

[inthebiblicalsense]

Ethan leans back with him, pulling him on top of himself while enjoying each kiss.

"I want you to get me out of these shorts," he manages between kisses, running his hands along Iago's back, dragging his nails as they go, "and then you can flip me over and fuck me into the mattress."

In the Undergrowth flood, early on?

[deuceoftears]

The Jedao Iago finds when he turns up in the wardrobe for his shift is...different. He's already dressed in something outrageously luxurious, but his hair is shorter, and he stands differently, a sort of deliberately provocative lean, a constant awareness of his physical beauty, purposefully inhabited.

When he turns to see who's entered, he's smooth-shaven, and a touch of eye makeup makes his already dark eyes seem huge and alluring; he has black jeweled studs in his ears, and he's browsing the corsets.

"Hello, there." Interest, approval, but no recognition.

Re: In the Undergrowth flood, early on?

[knowmyplace]

And Iago smiles back at him, immediately aware that this is simply a copy of the one he knows and, as such, can be very dangerous. But Iago is curious, as he always is, and doesn't turn around and walk out, at least

"Hello, Jedao," he says easily, an acknowledgment that he knows him, even if the other man doesn't. "What brings you here?"

He trails his fingers along a few shirts.

post death

[packhounds]

Mikodez has standards, so he's not about to revive his inmate in a corridor. Instead, he brings Iago back to his cabin - far more comfortable than Iago's - where he can provide what help he can when he wakes up. He sets the lights to dim and makes a cup of tea, and then he requests his revival.

Re: post death

[knowmyplace]

Iago hurts. That's all he can think about when he revives. His bones hurt. His chest hurts. His throat hurts. It all just hurts. And it takes him a long time to push through the hurt enough to open his eyes and look up to Mikodez.

"Where's my cat?" he mutters, pained and raw, thinking only of the terrible way he had sounded when the final blow hit.

day after In the Undergrowth

[deuceoftears]

How are you, darling? I didn't see you at dinner, did someone else get you.

Re: day after In the Undergrowth

[knowmyplace]

[It takes him a while to respond.]

Killed by Vash. Cat King tried to save me.

As lovely as in a book.

Except we both died.

~ near end of flood time

[packhounds]

These regular disruptions are regular, so Mikodez knows there's still a slight chance of being replaced - as it were - by his older sister. He's unconcerned by the prospect as it's both amusing to imagine and - probably more importantly - unlikely. On the last switch, Taya had left behind some of her newest soap, which is perfect for a special occasion.

He doesn't have to knock on the door, but this time he does decide to announce his arrival with an energetic double tap.

Re: ~ near end of flood time

[knowmyplace]

The door opens with his knock and Iago is inside, unsurprisingly perhaps, playing a game on his screen. He turns it off as soon as Mikodez appears, though, and sits up.

There's nothing but a calm, curious look on his face, but panic floods him.

Did he miss something?

"Hello, sir," he says cheerfully.

NSFW obviously

[knowmyplace]

[Continued from here.]

This is simply one room of many. Lock the door and they can find another room in this sauna. [He slides a hand back and gently brushes his fingers along his cock.]

It won't take long.

Re: NSFW obviously

[inthebiblicalsense]

[His breath catches in his throat at the gentle touch, biting his lip to keep any embarrassing sounds in before he starts talking himself into moving.]

That- That means I have to get up. [He will, give him a moment, but he doesn't want to just yet. Touch him more, Iago.]