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soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;

1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;

1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:

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[A lot. That's how Lambert would describe it, too. He lifts a hand and squeezes Aiden's shoulder, trying to offer comfort. A shoulder squeeze is much safer than attempting a hug.]

I think I kinda know how you feel. I was starting to make peace with my soulmate being...gone...Then to see you across the market? To watch you run from me? Can't blame you. I should've thought about it, instead of rushing in like I always do. But, fuck, I've missed you.

[He drops his hand. He'd dreamed of somehow finding Aiden again, that the Cat had somehow survived and they'd be reunited, and everything would just fall right back into place. Having come so close, only to fall short because the man's memory had been wiped, having him right there and not being able to do much of anything about it, was a special kind of torture.]

I feel so wrong-footed. I know it's a lot, and you don't remember anything, and I remember everything, so...

[He shrugs. He'd never been any good at expressing his feelings, using sarcasm to cover it up and anger to push people away. And it hadn't exactly worked on Aiden. Lambert had given in to all the older man's charms, whether they were purposeful or not.]

[Lambert's hand is warm and solid on his shoulder, and it's... that kind of nice and familiar that itches at the back of his brain. He would have bristled at this kind of attention from anyone else, been suspicious of it even from other Cats. But not Lambert.]

[Like his skin remembers that he trusts this touch even if his head doesn't. Gods, wrap it up in prettier language and it could go in a ballad. When did his life turn into one of those ten oren bodice ripper romance novels?]

Shit, things'd be a lot easier if I remembered more. But... I've remembered a few things, right? Jad and the ogre and all that. Maybe the more I'm around you, the more'll come back to me.

[He really doesn't have any better plans, anyway.]

So I guess you're stuck with me for a while. Lucky you, huh? Surrounded by beautiful people. But I guess my mug's not quite as pretty as it used to be.

We don't get easy lives.

[It's a bitter statement, but his tone is warm, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.]

You have remembered a few things, and I'm happy to stick by your side as long as you want me to. And I'm gonna tell you the same thing you told me when my face got clawed--You're gorgeous as ever.

[He stops, deeming them far enough from the little shack, and reaches out to catch Aiden's wrist. Even if he doesn't want to push too much, Lambert can't help himself. He wants to take hold of the other witcher and never let go again.

But that simple, easy-to-break hold is all he allows himself. He doesn't tug, or press in close.]

Look, I know this is gonna be tough, and there's no guarantee you'll ever remember everything, but...I'm not leaving your side, Aiden. Not again.

My depth perception's shit now. [You really never realize how important having two eyes are until you lose one. It had taken him a while to get used to how... flat everything looks when he's only got on the one. At least he's left eye dominant, it'd be additionally shitty if he lost his dominant eye.] Hey, you might actually have a chance at out-shooting me.

[He doesn't specifically remember Lambert losing to him, but he has the bone-deep knowledge that he's good with a crossbow. Or, anyway, he was, before he went and lost all of his depth perception. Maybe he'll be able to fully compensate for the loss in time, but for now, he's working with a handicap.]

[Lambert's hand closes around his wrist and Aiden stops short. It's not tight and he could pull away without any trouble; it's not restrictive. Not trying to trap him. He stops anyway, because he doesn't really want to lose the feeling of his fingers against his skin.]

[I'm not leaving your side. Who'd have thought that a witcher could be such a sweetheart? Aiden smiles, and his voice has just a hint of a tease to it.]

Gods, does anybody else know how sweet you are, or is that just for me?

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I still suck with a crossbow, but if you think I could, I probably could.

[Lambert laughs then, a soft sound that is as rare as his current behavior.]

It's just for you, kitten. You kept pushing until I dropped the asshole act, and...things got all romantic, like in those cheap romance novels where even the filthy parts kinda make you wanna gag.

[He shifts awkwardly, looking away and scratching the back of his head, and his other hand slides from Aiden's wrist to his hand. His face feels a little hotter than it should. Which really isn't fair, because they've done far more intimate things than holding hands, and Lambert had never felt shy about those intimate things.]

And you could be just as sweet right back, before. But only when we were alone. In towns, in cities, if there was anyone else too near, we hid it. Our little secret.

[Any normal person would probably get annoyed at having to hide so much, but Lambert knew it was dangerous enough for them to just work together. It was just smart to keep their affections secret.]

[Look at this asshole-- standing there all self-conscious, holding Aiden's hand and maybe blushing just a little like a schoolboy with a crush. They've certainly done more than just hold hands, there's no way that Aiden hasn't ridden this man like a stolen horse and probably enjoyed every second of it, but you'd think that they were chaste and pure as fucking snow just looking at him. How dare he be adorable. How dare he make Aiden like him so much. He's a Cat witcher, they don't just like people.]

[He could be sweet to this man, he thinks, when there are no hostile prying eyes around. A shame to keep it all behind closed doors, perhaps, but it's for the best. One witcher could be tolerated, two witchers, especially ones working close together, made even tolerant communities nervous. And, hell, how many places would even have work for two witchers? A job here and there might be rough enough to need another man, but the usual drowner or wraith contract? Two witchers is overkill and for hardly enough coin for one. Even their behind-closed-doors meetings would've had to be brief, coming together for a night or two before going their separate ways again. No wonder Lambert had wanted to take off for a while.]

[Aiden tugs on Lambert's hand and takes a step closer to him, right into his personal space. Lambert's taller than he is by a fair bit-- blame the highly variable Cat school mutations-- so he has to look up at him.]

We're pretty alone right now.

[Nobody around but a couple of rabbits in the underbrush and a whole lot of droning insects. Not a human nor nosy sorceress in earshot. Good a time as any to test the Lambert exposure hypothesis.]

[Aiden grabs Lambert's collar with his free hand and pulls him down, tipping his head to catch his lips. Might not be the gentlest or most coordinated kiss they've ever shared, considering that one half of the equation isn't expecting it and the other only has one good eye to aim with, but maybe it'll jog something loose in Aiden's blank-slate brain.]

[They are alone, and being tugged closer puts Lambert at a disadvantage, because he isn't expecting the Cat that nearly gutted him in an alleyway this morning to suddenly want to get so close this way. If he'd had his way, Lambert would have pressed him to the wall in that alley and gotten thoroughly reacquainted with his mouth.

But again, dagger, threat of gruesome death, amnesiac soulmate under crazy mage's spell.

The Wolf is further caught off-guard by the awkward-yet-endearing way he's suddenly kissed. He melts after a moment, free hand snaking around Aiden's waist to pull him even closer, to press him against himself as their mouths slot together. Aiden's hand is released so Lambert can cradle the back of his head, fingers curling around dark locks. He even dares to swipe his tongue forward, teasing the other briefly before retreating like the little shit he is.

He isn't expecting this to work like a fairy tale, where True Love's Kiss magically rights everything in the end, because he isn't some naive child. But it does calm the part of him that had been quarreling over how he should treat Aiden.

Before things can be taken too far, however, Lambert's pulling away just enough to look Aiden in the eye, cocky little smirk plastered on his kiss-reddened lips.]

Well? This doing anything for you? Because I'd be more than happy to keep trying~

[Things that Aiden is learning today: Lambert is actually a pretty decent kisser. He'd like to think that this is his own doing, that he wouldn't tolerate a man who doesn't know how to kiss him properly, but that's purely vanity on his part.]

[Lambert's arm is strong and firm around his waist, pulling him up against him-- is this a Wolf witcher thing? Are they all just brick walls made of muscle, or is Lambert the exception? Either way, he definitely appreciates it, he is very much appreciative of how physically powerful his soulmate is, and he shows his appreciation by running his hands over Lambert's chest and shoulders. True love's kiss might be bullshit, but who knows, maybe true love's grope is a thing.]

[Lambert looks like a cocky little shit when he pulls back, all of that self-consciousness from before completely gone, and okay. Fine. Past Aiden who had all of his memories has decent taste in men, he'll admit it.]

Oh, this is doing a lot for me.

[In multiple senses of the word. Aiden drags Lambert back into a kiss again, brief but intense, with teeth and tongue.]

[(He remembers pulling back from Lambert's face, some time that must have been early in their dalliances, and there's blood on his mouth from where Aiden had bitten his lip. Not all of their kisses had been sweet and tender in the beginning.)]

Would it be weird if I said I wanted you to pin me to a wall? Because I do. Or not a wall, I guess, we're in the fucking woods and the closest wall is Keira's and she'd probably be just as pissed if we fucked right outside her house. [No fucking in her hovel probably also extends to directly outside her hovel, too.] Fuck, you're strong.

[Gods, this isn't fair! It feels like they're right back to the way they were before, all that fire reignited with such a simple kiss. Maybe Aiden's body remembers.

There's no way he can stop his grin from growing at that question.]

You always did like being pinned to the wall. Or a tree, or a rock. Whatever I could trap you against while I made you scream my name~ Almost got us kicked out of an inn a few times.

[He turns them quickly and crowds Aiden against a sturdy-looking tree, then reaches for the Cat's hips to hoist him up. Among all the scents of their outdoor surroundings, Lambert can smell the spice of arousal, and he leans in to kiss and nip along Aiden's neck just to get more of it.]

[Aiden grins, all toothy and sharp. What isn't there to like about all that muscle and strength being brought to bear, and for the sake of his pleasure?]

Only almost? I'm disappointed in myself.

[He steps back as Lambert pushes, until there's the rough bark of a tree against his back and he's stuck between that and the hard planes of Lambert's body. His hands wander down to Aiden's hips and he knows just how to help-- a little hop and his legs wrap around Lambert's waist, his head tilting back to expose his throat for him.]

Yes. [He draws out the s, long and sibilant, and pushes his hands into Lambert's short, slicked-back hair, not particularly caring if he musses it out of its style. Lambert's mouth seems to know all the best places to bite and suck on his throat, almost as though he had targets painted on them. Aiden laughs, just a little breathless.] Oh, we have been fucking.

We were~ [He growls it low against Aiden's skin, following it with a particularly harsh bite. It's not enough to break skin and Lambert's immediately soothing over it with his tongue.

He hasn't forgotten what his Cat likes.]

Gods, it's been too long. I think I need to just lock us both in a room for a week.

[He pushes a hand under Aiden's shirt, so that his fingertips lightly trace over skin, lips trailing back up until he can kiss Aiden properly.]

[Aiden groans at the teeth that bite into his neck, not hard enough to make him bleed but definitely hard enough to feel. Might even bruise, at least until his healing took care of it. Kind of a shame that they healed so fast-- he might not have minded having a few marks that would last until morning.]

[Lambert's hands are warm and confident as they work their way underneath his shirt.]

I'd let you. [Not that either of them have the cash to rent out a room for a whole week, but, man, what a dream. A whole week and the only thing on the agenda is to screw each other into exhaustion.] Might eat you alive, but what a way to go, yeah?

[He gets shut up after that by Lambert's mouth back on his, and it's good enough that he forgets that he should be keeping the Wolf's hands away from his chest-- more specifically, from the scar that bisects his torso from sternum to groin, the unmistakable branches that arch up towards his shoulders. That Y-shaped incision that you see on some of the bodies in the morgue at Oxenfurt, but healed over.]

[Aiden's own hands are busy trying to tug up Lambert's own shirt, too. He's the only one here not getting his hands on some skin and he aims to rectify that. It's not enough just being able to feel his strong chest and sturdy arms through a layer of fabric, after all.]

[Lambert groans at the thought, because that really would be the ideal way to go out. And technically, that would make Lambert the first witcher to die in his bed. Or at least in a bed.

It's not important.

What is important is how eager Aiden is to get his shirt off, and how badly he needs to run his hands over every inch of skin he can touch. Lambert has the feel of his lover's body memorized, even after so long apart, and he's delighted to find that his touch still has the same effect.

His fingers stray toward the center of the Cat's chest, and Lambert has every intention of pulling back in a moment to allow them to both get their shirts off, but he encounters that line of scar tissue.

He pulls back, a look of concern drawing his brows together as he speaks.]

This is new.

[He follows the line of the scar up, pushing the hem of Aiden's shirt up as he goes so that he can get a proper look, until he reaches the point where it forks. Whatever happened, it obviously wasn't enough to kill Aiden. He's very clearly alive. Lambert can hear his slow heartbeat, can feel the warmth of his skin, can see him, smell him, and taste him. He's worried nonetheless.]

Aiden, this--[Sighing, he sets the Cat down so he can tug his shirt off and get a better look. He recognizes what the scar is, then, and rage very quickly boils up in the Wolf's chest. Not at Aiden, never at Aiden. At what he likely knows, but is refusing to believe at the moment.] This isn't from a fight. What happened? What did he do?

[Lambert looks up to Aiden's face again, pinning him with that wolflike stare.]

[Lambert's hands wander over towards his chest, and for a moment, Aiden doesn't think about anything other than how good his hands feel against his skin, the warmth, the rasp of sword callouses. He doesn't realize until it's too late that they've strayed too far, his fingers tracing along the prominent ridge of scar tissue and following it long enough that its origins are undeniable. He figures it out immediately and Aiden curses under his breath. Stupid, stupid. Couldn't keep it over-the-clothes for five fucking minutes, could he?]

[His feet touch the ground again and his shirt gets pulled off, revealing skin that has about the amount of scarring that you'd expect to see on a man who routinely hurls himself at deadly monsters for a living. That, and the vivisection scar, the one that's making Lambert's brow wrinkle up in concern. Aiden tips his head back and looks up at the darkening sky, but even if he can't see Lambert's face, he can tell from his scent that he's getting angry at the sight of it, just like he thought he would. Can't really blame him for it, it's a fucking vivisection scar on his soulmate, probably any reasonable person would be upset about it. But it's just-- he was enjoying himself, up until this moment. It was nice. He'd like to have a nice thing, you know?]

Pretty sure you're not stupid, Lamb. [That sounds right, coming out of his mouth. He's called him things like that before, and Lambchop, and his lamb in wolf's clothing. He's not very lamblike right now, though, with rage climbing acrid and sharp in his scent. It makes Aiden's nose twitch.] You know what it's from. He's interested in mutants and mutations, I told you that already.

[What else would a mage who's interested in mutations do when presented with such an excellent subject as a witcher? And a Cat witcher to boot, one who would have interesting mutations because of the school's notorious experimentation with their formulae. Too good an opportunity to pass up, and with a subject who wouldn't just expire on the operating table in the middle of things. One that you could open up again and again, as many times as you needed.]

What do you want from me, a blow-by-blow? Because that might take a while and I'm a little fuzzy on some of the stuff that happened in the middle. Getting cut open doesn't do great things for my memory, even without my whole issue in that area.

[Guilt and shame twist his gut as he catches the scent of disappointment and frustration coming off Aiden. Of course, he knows. He doesn't need to ask, he doesn't need a blow-by-blow. He's pretty sure if he got one, he'd burn down everything in between himself and this Corinthus bastard. Looking away, he tries to will himself to calm down.]

Sorry. I just didn't expect...y'know, that.

[He looks back to Aiden, looking as much like a scolded puppy as a grown witcher possibly can. With one ill-timed little tantrum, Lambert's ruined what was likely to be a very nice evening walk. He thinks he can salvage it, though. If Aiden will let him. It wouldn't be the first time the Wolf's quick temper derailed their activities.]

I'm not stupid, I know what he did, but it's still a shock. It's bad enough your memory was wiped.

[He reaches up to brush black curls away from Aiden's forehead, pressing his lips to the exposed hairline and inhaling the other's scent. Reminding himself that his soulmate is alive. As he pulls away, he lets his fingers slide down along Aiden's jaw, until they're under the Cat's chin, gently urging him to look at Lambert again.]

You said earlier you didn't wanna talk about him, at least not until you felt better. I should've...fuck...

[Should've what? Ignored his anger and continued in his mission to get Aiden naked? Acted as if nothing was amiss? Pretended he didn't know what vivisection scars were, that he didn't recognize the very apparent proof that the one person he cared about more than himself had been put through a living hell while he'd tried to move on with his own life?

None of those thoughts sit well with Lambert. But he suddenly isn't feeling so cocksure and mouthy, because all he wants to do is make things right, and to do that, he has a mage to kill several times over.

Why were they never taught how to navigate such delicate situations?

He picks Aiden's shirt up and offers it to him.]

I should just shut the fuck up and follow your lead, kitten.

[Gentle fingers, a soft kiss. Fuck, Lambert's sweet to him, even when his temper's up. He's like a goddamn puppy, eager to please and looking for affection. Aiden lets Lambert's fingers coax his face back down so that he's looking at him again-- he can't really be upset at the Wolf for his reaction. Doubly so when he's apologetic for his perfectly reasonable, if untimely, anger.]

[Let him be angry later, when they go after Corinthus. It'll be useful then.]

I was going to tell you, but not like this. Sometime better. With booze.

[He isn't exactly sure how that conversation would've gone down, it just wouldn't have started with Lambert finding a giant vivisection scar on him while they were in the middle of taking off their clothes. Huge mood killer. So preferably it would've occurred after they got reacquainted, maybe with the rest of that bottle of wine that Keira opened.]

[Aiden takes his shirt but doesn't put it back on.]

You're right, you should. [He pulls Lambert back in.] So shut up and follow my lead.

[And kisses him again.]

You probably should've told me before you let me go pulling your clothes off~

[Booze would've made the discovery a little more...tolerable. Maybe. Lambert still would've been enraged and ready to burn everything down, but he maybe wouldn't have been coordinated enough to act on it. He would've been easier to distract.

For now, he lets himself be pulled back in, tilts his head to slot their lips together once more. His hands find Aiden's hips and pull them flush against his own. One hand stays put, gripping his lover's hip possessively, while the other trails up over his stomach, his chest, up to the nape of his neck where he can bury his fingers in Aiden's curls.

Lambert's never been very good at letting someone else have full control of a situation.]

[Uncoordinated and easier to distract is exactly what he would've wanted out of an angry witcher bent on revenge. Or, anyway, what he would've wanted out of Lambert, to keep him from doing something absolutely stupid. Distracting him with sex is a viable option-- case in point, right now-- but there's no guarantee that the promise of ass will be enough to waylay a sufficiently pissed witcher ten times out of ten.]

[It's enough this time, though, judging from the hand in his hair and the one pulling their hips together. There's a possessiveness to the way Lambert's fingers dig into his skin, the tug of them in his hair to tilt his head just right. And that's fine, he enjoys a little rough handling, but he's not going to lay back and take it like some swooning maiden. He brings up a hand to cup Lambert's cheek-- a very sweet little gesture, it's a ruse-- then grabs the back of his neck and bites at his lips hard enough to hurt, gives back just as hard as he gets.]

[He tugs at the collar of the shirt that Lambert still, for some godsforsaken reason, has on, and pulls back just enough to talk.]

Take this off or I'm going to rip it off you.

[At the moment, so long as there is no immediate threat to Aiden, Lambert is happy to give him whatever he desires. Getting revenge on a mage is something that will take time and careful planning. Getting reacquainted with his lover's body should also theoretically take time, but sex is forbidden in the hovel, and Lambert would much rather lay the Cat out and worship him properly in a big bed covered in silk sheets, anyways.

That's a quest for later.

He hisses and bites back, slotting a thigh between Aiden's legs and grinding against him almost desperately, letting Aiden feel how he's affected. There were more than a few nights where he found himself longing to feel the other witcher against him just one more time, telling himself it would be enough. A lie he tried to believe until he'd seen Aiden earlier in the market. He could come like this, if it weren't for that hand tugging at his shirt.]

Awful kind of you to warn me~

[The offending shirt is pulled off quickly and dropped to the ground, and Lambert steps back and holds his arms out to let the other have a good look. There are scars, of course, most from monsters getting a lucky strike in. One is clearly a stab wound. He smirks and drops his hands to his belt to start unfastening it.]

Your favorite scar is a little lower.

[He only warns Lambert because he's fairly certain that he's ripped the other man's shirt before when it had been the only one left that was wearable. As sexy as it would be to just tear the thing right off of him, having something to wear after the post-coital bliss wears off is a bit important. Aiden might not have an issue with Lambert walking around bare-chested, but others certainly would.]

[One thickly-muscled thigh pushes between his own, and Aiden rocks his hips against it to get a little friction. Warmth pools in his guts at the feeling of Lambert's hardening cock against him, more intense because of the need and the lust and arousal in his scent. He could drown in that scent, and gladly.]

[Lambert moves away to let Aiden have a good look at his body, all of the scars that cross his flesh, before he gets at his belt. There's one that catches his eye, arcing in a long stretch across the lower part of his stomach. Aiden touches it, just barely skims his fingers over its path, and--

a bruxa rakes her claws across Lambert's torso, and Aiden can smell the blood before he sees the injury. the fight drags on a few minutes longer before Aiden separates her head from her neck, and when he drops to his knees next to the other witcher, he can see the slick undulation of innards between the lips of the wound. getting Lambert somewhere safe while holding his guts in is a trial almost as bad as any that he went through in his youth, and the next few days are spent sewing him up and feeding him potions, sitting at his bedside with icy terror in his veins and waiting for either recovery or the unthinkable--

--makes a low noise, pulling his hand away like it's been burned. Lucky strikes, indeed. There's a click as Lambert's belt comes undone, and it reminds him that the Wolf is here and well and whole as any witcher can be, and there are better things for Aiden to do right now than dwell on an old brush with death.]

Is it, now? [Just think about the good thing in front of you right now, Aiden, contemplate the existential terrors of mortality later. Besides, you're a witcher, you've almost certainly had this exact same crisis before, you just don't remember it.] Then I should get a better look at it. Really reacquaint myself with it.

[And how better to reacquaint himself with it than to sink down to his knees so that he could see it better? And with a few other parts of Lambert's anatomy while he's at it.]

I bet there are a lot of my favorite things under there. [Another slow, deliberate blink, because dammit he can't wink anymore and that's a crime against his flirtations.]

[As Aiden traces over the bruxa scar, Lambert's smile softens. He remembers that incident as if it had happened yesterday. The other had spent several days and most of their coin patching him up and making sure he lived.]

We had a very lucrative contract once, down near Toussaint. A whole patch of archespores. And one of the vineyard owners--gods above, you look so hot on your knees...

[Lambert shoves his trousers down, along with his smalls, causing his cock to bounce a little. The mark that matches Aiden's is clearly visible above Lambert's left hip. And on the inside of his left thigh, there's a scar in the precise shape of a set of teeth. Lambert points to that scar.]

The vineyard owner was so happy that the archespores had been dealt with that he offered to let us have a romantic couple of days in his guest house. You wanted to put your own mark on me, so I let you~

[This was where the idea to take a break from the Path had been born. In the post-coital haze and with a fresh bite wound dripping blood down his thigh, Lambert had wondered what it would be like to just stay. To ask their host to allow them time to find a small place, or maybe even allow them to rent the guest house. There were rumors of war spreading, and even though Toussaint was a peaceful place, it was close enough to the south that finding work would be easy. He'd been too afraid to bring up his idea to Aiden, though. They had left after a couple days' rest, heading north.

A deep ache settles in Lambert's chest and he reaches out to brush Aiden's hair from his face.]

[Down come Lambert's trousers and out springs his cock; it's quite a nice cock, too, well shaped and well proportioned, the kind of cock that Aiden might like to get acquainted with some time. Especially if the cock-haver knows how to use it, and considering that they've apparently been fucking for quite a while? Aiden assumes he knows how to use it.]

[And he'd like to see it in action. Surely Lambert can continue telling his story even if Aiden closes a hand around his prick, giving it little teasing strokes to feel it plump up in his hand.]

[Then the mark on his hip briefly takes his attention, his eyes drawn there as Lambert gestures towards his thigh. A tangle of catmint and wolfsbane, stems and purple flowers wound around each other like lovers. In hindsight, it's not a very subtle soulmark, but he wonders how long it took him to figure it out. If he tried to deny it, tried to convince himself that it was for the girl who gave him directions to the village alderman's house, or for the widowed woman who gave him his last contract. How many times did their paths have to cross, like they were being tugged along by godsdamned destiny, before he acknowledged it?]

[Introspection for another day, when he doesn't have a warm prick in his hand and the evidence of his claim on Lambert right on his thigh. It's his teeth marks, all right, he could recognize it by the slightly crooked canine on one side. And Lambert had let him, had allowed Aiden to sink his teeth into his thigh deep enough to scar-- pretty damn deep, considering their quick healing. Aiden traces the edges of it with the fingers of his unoccupied hand, marveling, for a moment, at the fucking trust of it.]

You're right, it is my favorite scar. [Of course it is, it's his. Gods, even with barely any memories and knowing him for all of a day, he already knows he's going to fall in love with this stupid bastard. He's fucked, he's absolutely fucked. Aiden's eye snaps back up to Lambert's face when those gentle fingers touch his forehead, away from the scarred lovebite, and gives him a rakish grin.] You should know that I'm going to suck your fucking soul out through your cock.

[And he leans in to make good on that promise.]

[The soulmark is not subtle, but Lambert had been in denial about it meaning that Aiden was his soulmate. Aiden is a Cat witcher, after all. But when he'd seen the exact same mark on Aiden three weeks later, he couldn't keep lying to himself. It was far too on the nose.]

Seems like all that sexy swagger hasn't been forgotten~

[He groans as those lips close around his prick for the first time in over a year. What a divine feeling. Really, he's going to have to thank Geralt for convincing Keira to come to Kaer Morhen. Would he ever have seen Aiden again had he not traveled with the sorceress after that battle? Or would he have gone on believing his soulmate dead?

Something to think about later, when his cock wasn't nudging the back of Aiden's throat. His hand tightens in those dark curls.]

And you haven't forgotten how to suck cock, fuck...

[He's tempted to take hold of Aiden's head with both hands and fuck his mouth until the Cat is choking. It's something he's done quite a few times before, remembers vividly sometimes when he's alone, but it amy not be something Aiden remembers. And those teeth are sharp.

He remembers the way his flesh had stung as his lover had sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of his inner thigh, how he'd cried out and begged to be claimed, the way that sinful tongue had soothed the wound before Aiden had kissed his way back up to Lambert's lips, and the soft words they'd exchanged. The promises they'd made.

Even now, he trusts Aiden completely.]

[This, Aiden thinks, was a very good idea. Not just because of how Lambert's voice drops when he's getting his dick wet or the way his rough hand pushes into Aiden's messy curls and pulls, but also because the scent and taste of him and the weight of his prick on his tongue feels familiar. Like he's been here before, on his knees with one hand on this man's cock and the other braced against his thick thigh, mouth stuffed full. It makes a sharp, warm sensation jolt down his spine, pool hot in his guts.]

[Sucking cock is apparently like riding a horse-- you never forget how it's done. Aiden tries not to think about it too hard, instead relying on muscle memory like he did when he crossed swords with Lambert in the mage's burning house. Pull the foreskin back just enough to reveal the head, tongue along it and the ridge that runs underneath. He works it into his mouth with soft nodding motions of his head until it bumps the back of his throat and he has to force his gag reflex down. Rinse, remix and repeat-- lick down to his balls while tugging on his cock and play with those for a bit, maybe even further back if Lambert will widen his stance and let him.]

[He even shifts his mouth over to Lambert's inner thighs, takes the time to suck a few bruises into the skin that he knows won't last. That's all right-- he likes how they look now, even if they'll disappear in a few hours. Aiden leans back a bit to admire his work, well aware of the fact that he's got a hard cock bobbing just above his head to tend to, but Lambert can wait.]

You bruise up nice~ [There's a hint of singsong to his voice, a little tease, just like he's teasing Lambert's cock. No wonder he wanted to put a permanent mark on him, he looks so good with them, whether they're bruises or bite marks.]

I need you to answer something for me. [He nips at Lambert's thigh, near those bruises, just to make sure he's paying attention.] How do you want me to finish you? Like this, [He palms the head of his cock,] or in my mouth? Or,

[He leans in, just enough to kiss that pretty flushed head.]

Inside me?

[Hands down, this is the best blowjob he's gotten in a while. Somehow, Aiden remembers exactly what he likes, remembers to tease and toy with him. Lambert widens his stance as his lover licks down to his balls, lets his eyes drop closed.

He's had Aiden like this plenty of times before, in inns, or alleys, or in the fucking forest like they are now. It'll never get old.]

The mouth on you...

[Aiden had always loved to mark him up. And he'd always hated the way those bruises faded too fast, that he couldn't carry his soulmate with him all the time in a way that actually meant something. That had been why Lambert had agreed to let the Cat bite him. His thighs were a favorite spot, but Lambert always fell asleep with a trail of marks. He sighs, looking down again to drink in the sight before him. Aiden, on his knees, lips pressed to his skin, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other braced on his thigh. Aiden looks fucking perfect like this. It makes the Wolf want to give him the world when he looks up with that little grin, the little hint of a song in his voice.]

You can bruise me up any time you like, sweetheart~

[Lambert nods, ready to answer anything the Cat asks, eyes glued to that amber one staring back up at him. Briefly, he wonders if he's dreaming.]

Inside you. I wanna press you up against that tree and get properly reacquainted.

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