A medical emergency

[fadingworld]

A deep navy cloak hides his features and the more ornate tunic the courtesan usually wears to greet his clients. Mal hunches his shoulders and slides through the crowds hoping to avoid notice. He keeps his head down until he reaches the home of the doctor and wraps smartly on the door. "Open up," he calls in a voice that expects to be listened to.

How much time did he have? He could not have a client bleeding out. Not this one. Not one who had come to him for help, to be treated privately.

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[mandragoraspiritus]

There's a soft chuckle from the vampire then. His free hand goes behind Mal's neck to pul him in until they are resting forehead to forehead. "I must warn you, Mal. We vampires do not take matters of the heart lightly. We feel things very strongly, stronger than humans or dwarves or even elves."

[fadingworld]

"Do you think I would take it lightly?" Mal asks quietly. "I would rather rip out my own heart rather than hurting you intentionally." He shuts his eyes. "I am scared that I feel deeply for you. It's new...and I am afraid you will think I am merely acting."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"No, I do not think that you are," Regis assures gently, his hand leaving the back of Mal's neck to again come to the side of his face, his thumb stroking over Mal's cheek.

"You are a kindhearted and caring person. You would not try to fool me with an act." For a moment thoughts of Dettlaff and Syana flitters though his mind. Had Dettlaff felt this sure about Syana's intentions?

[fadingworld]

Mal leans into the soft touch, his lips parting. There is a look of wonder in his eyes that a simple touch could feel so good. Sweetly he leans in from a proper slow kiss, his hands coming to rest on Regis' shoulders.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Now there is a soft little sigh of pleasure from the vampire. His arms go around Mal to pull him on closer. Bare chested as they both are, Regis soon feels warm skin against his, another sensation that has been deeply missed. Oh, dear, sweet Mal, does the man really know what it is he's doing?

[fadingworld]

The kiss lingers, Mal leaning against Regis savouring something new and very special. His fingers curl against the vampire's shoulders and the shy he gives him when it ends is shy and very real.

"I..." his eyelashes sweep down. He touches his lips. "Oh kissing will never seem tiresome if it is like this."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Everything will be new to Mal, Regis realized. He's known it before, of course, but he has never before put himself into the equation. He does now and the thought of the things he might show Mal almost makes him groan.

"It should never be tiresome," he agrees and so kisses Mal again, one hand cupping his jaw, the other on the small of his back to keep him close.

[fadingworld]

His back warms under the hold. His heart beats faster. For a moment he remains still simply enjoying. It takes him a moment to remember he does not have to be passive or wait for instruction. His fingers slide up to the base of Regis' neck and he deepens the kiss pressing up closer.

[mandragoraspiritus]

There's a soft noise from Regis when Mal takes a more active part. It's not quite surprise but not unlike it either, and wholly approving. He can hear Mal's heartbeat, the thumping of it singing to him like nothing else. The warmth of the man's skin when he presses closer, the taste of his lips, the touch of his tongue.

Regis responds in kind, with a gentle but insistent tug on Mal to get him closer still, pressing them together tighter. But when he might as well have tugged Mal right up onto his lap he rather slides down on the floor instead, onto his knees before the man.

[fadingworld]

OH well this is a new experience. Mal is used to being on his knees on his own. It's very different to have someone on a level with him. It takes a moment to figure it out and curl in closer. Hands move encouragingly over Regis' back and he's more than content to keep kissing and kissing.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis hums softly, sighing into the kiss. His hands have started to roam over Mal's back, just to feel the smooth, warm skin there. But, trying to regain his senses he leans back a little bit, not at all away but just enough for their lips to part. "It would seem that our lesson has gotten out of hand," he murmurs and the only reason he doesn't sound out of breath is because he doesn't need to breathe.

[fadingworld]

"Perhaps I am not the model student," Mal murmurs sitting back on his heels. He looks up at Regis while he catches his breath. What has changed? What hasn't? How do they proceed? He bites his lip.


"Perhaps, we should go back to theory for a few hours? If I continue bandaging you, I am not sure I will be able to trust myself to stick to that."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis studies him back, taking in the flushed cheeks and the kiss-swollen lips. It's a good look, one Regis likes all the more when he's been a part of causing it.

There is something about Regis where he still sits kneeling, something that isn't the calm and collected physician, but something a touch wild. And yes, after a moment like they have just had, how can there not be desire in his black eyes?

"I am not so sure I would be able to control myself either," he confesses and then leans forward to whisper in Mal's ear. "So then the question is, do we want to be wise and responsible, or indulgent?"

[fadingworld]

Mal shivers at that look, and the ghost of the words passing over his ear. "When you ask like that how could I be responsible?" He brushes his fingers down Regis' neck.

He smiles, "I look forward to working out what you like."

[mandragoraspiritus]

There's a low chuckle from Regis, but after a kiss to the side of Mal's neck he draws back with a more serious look in his eyes. "One this first, Mal, before any other. Do not ever only go along with things because you think I might want them. Not ever. Everything we do much be for both our enjoyment."

[fadingworld]

"I'll try to remember that," Mal promises. He can't know if he will slip into any old habits. There has been a life time of conditioning to do the reverse.

"I have a little experimenting to do before I truly know what I like or not."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Then you must tell me if there is anything, anything at all, that you find you don't like, no matter how small." And Regis, he will have to be mindful and keep his focus on Mal. He doubts he will have any trouble with that, with putting the man's pleasure before his own.

[fadingworld]

"I will," Mal says softly. He reaches for Regis' hand and kisses the tips of his fingers. "I do enjoy giving pleasure in my own way so do make sure I learn what you like too."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"I will make sure of it," Regis promises, eyes glued to Mal's mouth when he kisses his fingers.

Slowly he stands holding out a hand for Mal to take. But rather than pulling him to his feet he bows, bending over Mal's hand to kiss the back of it. "Mal, dearest Mal... Would you do me the honor of joining me in my bed?"

[fadingworld]

Mal looks up with a happy little smile, "I can say yes with my whole heart," he says rising and finding Regis' hand. It does, he realises, make a huge difference that has bed will remain his own for the moment.

He watches Regis as they make the way to his bedroom, looking for clues on what he might like.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis believes him and as they walk to his bedroom he realizes that Mal is keeping the promise he had made him when they first agreed to this apprenticeship, that the next time Mal went to bed with anyone it would be because he truly wanted to.

Once beside the bed Regis turns Mal back towards him, stepping in close and sliding his arms around him. "Will you let me undress you?" He asks, murmuring against Mal's lips before claiming them in a kiss that soon grows deep.

[fadingworld]

Mal has time to whisper a yes before he gets caught up in the kiss. He revels in finding out what makes his own heart race and what draws a faint noise from Regis.

His hands are active tracing all active skin as he starts to lean back invitingly to draw Regis down to the bed with him.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Only, Regis doesn't go along with it, not yet. Standing firm he keeps them upright, for now, taking his time for kiss after kiss until he can feel Mal becoming short of breath.

That is when he slowly draws back and sinks down in his knees at Mal's feet, reaching to unfasten his trousers and to slide them down, helping Mal to step out of them. Then rather that getting back to his feet he leans in to trail kisses over Mal's thighs and hips, nuzzling against his warm skin.

[fadingworld]

Oh! That feels different and strange! Mal reaches out a tentative hand to stroke Regis hair as the kisses start to relax him and he's able to start pinpointing when they really make his skin tingle.

He lets out a low gasp when he finds that the soft kisses on the inside of his thigh hold a great deal of appeal to him.

[fadingworld]

"I'll try to remember that," Mal promises. He can't know if he will slip into any old habits. There has been a life time of conditioning to do the reverse.

"I have a little experimenting to do before I truly know what I like or not."