Dinner and a Chiss

[Lorraei]

Ray hummed a note of agreement. What was it about the Chiss that had destroyed his composure so ruthlessly?

"So I am noticing."

Cryax kissed him again and for a time nothing existed beyond the circle of his arms. Thoughts vanished in a haze of cinnamon and clove. The softness of Cryax's lips drank in like a man dying of dehydration.

Ray's hands could no longer remain idle, pushing past the open dress shirt to explore of their own volition.

Only to be interrupted again. Smoke? Dinner!

Ray cursed under his breath and turned to point at the closest of Cryax's mechanical guards, "You there, Tin Man, put that out. Without using a gun."

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[Cryax Bane]

Cryax's Mirari bodyguard droids gave Ray a blank stare. The only sign of acknowledgment of the other man, who was not their Chiss Master, was a flashing of their luminous eyes. The metal soldiers made no moves towards the stove, but stood as still as sentinels. Cryax began to laugh so hard he couldn't breathe for a moment. Then gave them the order himself.

"Do what the man says," the Chiss ordered between fits of laughter.

The two droids looked at each other and then in unison headed to the stove, using a nearby fire extinguisher to blast the ruined meal with a neutralizing foam. Bane snickered so much, he could barely remember what he and Lorreai were talking about.

He turned back to his Companion, glowing red eyes still brimming with sly amusement. Biting his lip to keep from losing it again, Bane patted the other man's back in mock-consolation and gave him a shrug.

"It's ok, Ray. Maybe Mc Yoda's will deliver to Sith space."

Finally his gaze turned more playful as he removed his shirt and tossed it on the empty table with a flourish.

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[Lorraei]

Ray scowled at the droids as they stood staring at him. His mouth opened ready to repeat himself when Cryax broke down with laughter. The furrowed look was turned on Cryax, "Don't laugh. That's not funny at all."

His annoyance turned to a bemoaned groan as the droids filled the grill full of flame retardant foam. "Aw come on there wasn't that much fire. That's going to be so annoying to clean later."

Ray hung his head woefully as Cryax taunted him by patting him on the back. "I would die before I call McYoda's."

His gaze was drawn to the fluttering fabric of a shirt as it landed on the table. His face flushed red before he even turned to look at the topless Chiss. Ten thousand thoughts ran through his mind all at the same time. His right hand moved of it's own accord, fumbling his Datalogger into his grasp. He didn't even look at the device as his fingers danced across the display. Suddenly the lights dimmed, replaced by a flickering gentle light not unlike candlelight.

"I take it you have grown tired of rambling about subjects you have no interest in?"

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[Cryax Bane]

"Have I?" Bane answered with a careless shrug. "I hadn't really thought about it. I was too busy noticing how cute you are when you're angry."

He ran his fingers through the man's dark black hair and continued downward, dragging his fingernails lightly down the back of Ray's neck. In situations like this, Cryax had two speeds: Tender, and...well, Ray would find out about the other one shortly.

Bane stifled another chuckle. Ray seemed incensed for his laughing about the ruined food and the overzealous metal firemen. Since Companions prided themselves on their cooking and entertaining skills, Bane supposed that it was probably a small blow to his ego. Cryax would have liked to say that he felt sorry for mocking his handsome Companion, but it would be a sham. Regret was a rare feeling in the Chiss' compact emotional repertoire.

Cryax was pleased to see that he got a completely different reaction when he peeled off his shirt. When the lights dimmed, the Chiss felt his pulse skip a beat.

"Sorry that I laughed at you, Ray."

Bane hitched a breath, and grabbed Ray, pulling the other man against his bare chest with the subtlety of a starving Nexu about to pounce.

"Let me make it up to you."

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[Lorraei]

Lorraei didn't answer, at least not audibly. Cryax come from him and he didn't fight. He didn't want to. They raked and clawed with fang and nail. It would not be gentle. It would not be over quickly. Oh but how enjoyable it was.

*-Fade to Black-*

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