Stay... (Boliko, Rensou, Amaranth)

[ammy]

It seemed that Boliko had no problem with Touketsuki knowing about his transformation, nor did he seem to care. In fact, he seemed very relaxed about the whole thing. At least he was, until Amaranth remarked that she would be going. She watched him glance at his general, could see the calculations going on in his head. Did he dare speak in front of his general? Or was did, did he dare speak in front of her? It was quickly revealed to be the former, though that did little to prevent her anger. She watched him come closer, saw his dark eyes spark with passionate anger. Her hands balled into fists and her own eyes turned a crimson red.

"I was involved in this war since the moment I met you!" she shot back, stepping closer to the Saiyan king.

I love you. The first time Amaranth experienced telepathy, Touketsuki had been wrenching a memory from her. So when his voice whispered to her, she didn't even realize it. She wanted him to say it ad his voice was as familiar to her as her own by now. His presence had filled her dreams. Her thoughts. Why wouldn't she hear him now. She stepped closer, eyes blazing red.

"Do you think me some weak woman, Boliko? Someone better left to the comforts of her home?" she said, coming closer slowly, standing before him, "Do you think I am unable to fight with you? Remember this, Boliko. You may fight battles against lords, but I fight wars of men! This is NOT my first battle and it will not be my last!"

Her eyes blazed with a passion to rival his own. Though she may be small compared to him, she made up with it in the fury that was almost visible around her. Her tail had gone deathly still, her eyes were narrowed. Her k-nines were longer, sharpened into fangs. No, she was not in her first tier transformation yet, but she was close. The Rixior family was known for their fury, was known for their readiness to fight, to live and die on the battle field. Her parents had been strong, and had never backed down because it wasn't their fight. Boliko was her friend, and she would be there at his back.

"Know this Boliko, you can do all you can to stop me from coming with you. Throw me in the dungeon, chain me down. But know that unless you kill me, I will be fighting by your side whether you like it or not!!"

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko Koregutsu, super saiyan warrior, one of the most powerful men to walk the galaxy, reels backwards from Amaranth's outburst. All it took was her words to realise he had been a fool, a foolish fool, and why? So she could endanger herself? Her power had rapidly increased with her angers, eyes a crimson. Boliko was not afraid, but surprised by Amaranth's transformation. The change was almost Saiyan, a powerful outburst driven by emotion. As she continues her (albeit justified) rant, the saiyan king has to suppress a smile. He remembered why he was attracted to her. She was strong... as tough as Boliko emotionally, if not stronger. And behind all of that exterior, she held culture and knowledge... something the saiyans lacked, or had lacked before Boliko's empire had encouraged it.

Still, saiyans lacked a supreme moral compass, as Boliko would later discover with repressed horror as his own best friend, Hiruen Sr, shot thousands of innocents out of the sky. He had hoped to change the man. Even now, days before the fateful fight that was taking place on Kold, Boliko was anxious. It would be bloody. The saiyans wanted revenge... and this was justified, to a degree. But he did not want Amaranth there.

He sighs, resigning himself to the fact that she did in fact have the right to partake in the battle. "You know I don't think you weak. But there are many around whom are stronger than even myself." He pauses. "I might not come back."

He closes his eyes, his gaze leaving Amaranth's crimson fires as he stares at the ceiling. He was confused, more than ever. What should he do? "I... wish I had no more reason to go to war, but my pride demands that Touketsuki pay the price for the near-genocide of my people. I must leave Vegeta... potentially unguarded. Rensou will not stay, and I don't feel I can order him to. He has gone through hell and back for this right for revenge." He growls, to himself as well as Ammy.

"I sit upon the throne that I have grown to detest, and for what? My people seem unchangeable, still darkened and without moral compass. The youngest saiyans have potential, but they will always carry our name. We are hated."

He shakes his head. "You may have chosen the wrong side. I fear something bad will come of our pride, and when it does, you MUST survive." His gaze snaps back to Amaranth suddenly. "You are the only one that I want to protect."

The saiyan thinks. His people. He had grown almost apathetic to their needs. They only demanded war and death. His people on other planets had began to change, but on Vegeta, the saiyans were still resentful. No matter what Boliko did or said, their eyes remained solely on Kold. No one gave a fig about Earth... nor would they, until later, when Earth's finest would rain death upon Vegeta once again.

His face was stony, but his heart felt like a battleground, ravaged, chaotic turmoil. All he wanted was to hold her.

[ammy]

He might not come back. She knew that, of course she did. Had she not had this feeling of the world dropping out from under her every time she thought of it? It was always there in the back of her mind. What if he didn't come back? It had been such a loaded question. What if he didn't come back from this war? What if he didn't come back from wherever he had rushed off three years ago? What if he just never came back to her? The crimson left her eyes, the deep blue and starling silver remaining. She had heard of Rensou's story. Boliko had told her some of it years ago, as they sat around a fire. The rest she had dug up on her own. It was no surprise that he would accompany Boliko, may even go without him.

His next words surprised her a little. Three years ago, he had seemed so animated, so sure of himself and his people. He had ideas, dreams, and he thought they would all come true in no time. But now, he seemed haggard. Older than his actual age. Her hands balled into fists as she fought the urge to cross the short distance between them and take him in her arms. To comfort him, draw out whatever hope for his people he had left. Amaranth had seen her father with that very same look years ago, at the start of the Water Court Resistance. She had walked past his office, peeking into see her mother holding him tightly to her chest as he whispered hopeless words to her. Her parents had been through many hardships to bring her homes together as one. The Resistance had seemed to put the right back at square one.

Just like this war was doing to him.

She sighed, stepping closer to erase the gap between them. She tilted her head up, gazing at his handsome face. He had grown ever taller, broader than when they last had met. But the again, she had changed to. Amaranth had grown softer, curvier, and no longer stick-straight with her athletic body. He had become a man, and she a woman. She was dwarfed by his size and she knew that if her took her in his arms, she would be lost against him. Gently, she reached behind her neck, undoing the clasp of her necklace and slipping it off. She held it before her, the light catching the cuts in the stone. The stone it's self was a dark, royal purple that faded out into a crimson red. It was carved into a delicate flower, the one that she had been named for. The flower was perfect, smaller than her palm with a gold inlay on the back. She reached up, clasping it around his neck.

"Whenever a child of the Rixoir family is born, a necklace is carved for them on the day of their birth. It is the sign of royalty. The child keeps it from they day they are born, and buried with it the day the day," she explained softly before glancing up at him once more, "Keep it safe, because I want it back after this war."

Amaranth leaned up on her tip toes, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face into his neck. She breathed in his scent, savoring the warmth of him and the feel of his strong body flush against her own. She loved this man, so much that even holding him like this hurt. Amaranth didn't know if his feelings went any farther than friendship. For a while, she had even wondered if they went that far. But right now, she didn't care. She didn't know when she would see him again before the war, and she just needed to hold him.

"Promise me something," she started, speaking her words once again from years ago, "You can't die from this. If you do, I'll never forgive you."

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko's mind was frayed, it was true. The pressures of impending war had cast him down to a darker, brooding place. Not a week went by without a horror-filled night, and oft that was the norm. Every possible scenario flooded his mind, victory, defeat, mutual destruction; none pleased his pallet. He wanted closure. He desired peace, not war, but at the same time his own mind drove him to tatters. He could not let Touketsuki and his organisation go unpunished for the deaths of his people, nor for the insult against his friends and his own moral sensibilities. The pain that caused him much restlessness derived from this duality from nobility, pride and common sense. War would bring death, and serve little purpose but to satisfy the ego of the extended Saiyan family.

The spatial gap between Noran and Saiyan perished as Rixoir brought herself to Koregutsu. Boliko returned her embrace with pleasure, burying his head in her shoulder, the giant emotionally surrendering. In truth, he needed her. The necklace that she placed on his neck was awe-inspiring to the Saiyan; none on Vegeta could dream to recreate such an attire. And she was entrusting this one gift upon him? He did not deserve it.

Did she love him more than as a friend? He did not know. He hoped so, he really did. She would surely realise this by his need to protect her from harm, the bestial drive within him to ensure her safety? But no. That was not enough.

A piece of red cloth was attached to his arm. He looks a at fit for a moment, before unwrapping it, pulling back slightly from his embrace to do so. He holds it evenly in one hand, looking at it quizzically. He was wondering if he should explain it's origin, then decides to. "Amaranth. It is an ancient Saiyan tradition, lost to those of common descent, that one honours their dead in the family by staining a cloth with the blood of the fallen." He pauses. Closes his eyes, sniffs. "But I have no family. My blood parents died minutes after I was born, to save my life. And I live to honour them. But this sash? I wear it to honour my extended family. Everyone on planet Vegeta are my parents, my siblings, my children. I stain this cloth with my own blood for those massacred on those days, all that long ago."

He ties it again, this time around his hand. The knot hangs loose, as Boliko Koregutsu pulls Amaranth Rixoir to his body, placing both of his hands upon her waist and pressing his lips to hers. The embrace is quick, but empassioned.

[ammy]

Amaranth almost sighed, her eyes sad as he spoke to her of his cloth. The symbol it carried and why he wore it. She understood. Honoring the dead was big in both her homes. But, just like that night five years ago, he didn't promise he he would return. Nor did he speak of life after. Gazing up at him, Amaranth opened her mouth to speak.

But before she could, a miracle happened.

He kissed her! By the Goddess he kissed her!Amaranth was stunned for only moments as he pulled her close and slanted his lips over her own. Her eyes slowly closed as she responded in kind. Her arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft, dark locks as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. The taste, the feel of him, it was better than her wildest dreams! And dreams of this moments had always been plentiful. How long she had wanted this, to know that he felt about her the same way she she felt about him. Amaranth loved this man before her. Had loved him with her entire being for years. And now, after deciding to risk it all in one last moment, she had been rewarded with his kiss. His touch. His love.

Amaranth pulled away ever so slightly, breaths heavy as she gazed up at him through her long lashes. A radiant smile was stretched across her lips, pure happiness surging through her. With one last moment of fearlessness, she whispered the words that had been stirring in her heart, that had been swallowed by uncertainty too many time.

"I love you, Boliko..."

[Gray Callahan]

Her taste was sweet to his mouth, two warriors locked in a passionate embrace. The world seemed to pause as warmth billowed in Koregutsu's chest. Her scent was intoxicating, her weight comfortable against his own. His arms locked around her waist, enjoying her curves, and his lips almost struggled against hers with ferocity. Time seemed to stretch on for ever, the world melting away, along with the worries of life and war; but then it was over, and one became two again, structure resuming after a brief collapse. Longing burns in the saiyan's dark eyes, but he knew prolonging the kiss would be too public; someone could walk into the throne room any minute. Plus, he was shy; he had never kissed a girl before. He had done other things, but never shown love.

She whispered love. Boliko smiles. "I love you, too, Ammy." His voice was soft. Softer than ever before, almost embarassed; but proud, instead. Those words held power, sacred and pure, untainted by the world's weariness or contamination. His muscles seemed to quiver slightly, nervous and ecstatic that they had announced their love, even in this dangerous hour when they might be torn apart.

It was time to take the leap. "I don't know if I should promise you my life, Amaranth, but I will. I promise that I will not die the day I face Touketsuki."

"I will come back."

He offers up a smile; he didn't exude total confidence, but it was there, and his happiness had multiplied since their kiss. He did not intend to die, no; he was still a young king. He intended to be the victor.

He looks around the room. He seems to weigh up several things in his mind, before turning to his love. "You must promise me that you will not die should you follow me to Kold."

That was fair, wasn't it? She would be fighting as hard as he was, he had no doubt; and in exchange she could promise to survive, same as he had. Boliko's heart jumped with dread at the thought of her perishing there, on that icy land of no hope.

He reaches down, squeezes her hand. Her flesh against his causes the hairs on his arms to stand. His face is flush. He desired both her spirit and her form.

[ammy]

He said it back! Amaranth released the breath she hadn't known she was holding, smiling. After all these years of hoping, waiting, wondering. And now here they were, in each others arms and confessing. She brushed her fingers over his cheek, her own eyes reflecting his longing. How she wished to just throw caution to the wind and kiss him until she ached for air. But no, not yet. She couldn't help it as her soft smile grew stronger. He promised her he would return. Five years earlier she had asked him to, and he had not. Moments before, she had asked him yet again. Once more, he did not give her his word. But now, now as they stood here not only as friends and allies, but lovers, he did. At his request, she gave a soft chuckle.

"Boliko, nothing could keep me from returning here with you," she whispered. His hand took hold of her own, squeezing softly and she responded in kind. She glanced down at their hands, smile soft. A little more than five years ago, she had held this hand for the first time. He had told her of his home, what Touketsuki had done to it. It almost seemed fitting that their story had come full circle, returning the two to that situation yet again. This time though, Boliko would face the Icer, and he would win. She knew this for certain.

Her body moved closer to his, a magnet to her. She leaned up, slanting her lips over his in yet another fiery kiss. She desired him, completely and absolutely. She loved ever bit about him. And the more she had learned, the more she fell in love with him. Her kiss grew deeper as her free hand slid down to grasp at the edges of his armored chest-piece, her other hand slipping from his to do the very same. Her kiss wasn't rushed, wasn't hurried. It was slow, deep, and longing.

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko responded to Amaranth's kiss in turn. His hands slide around her waist, one reaching up and clasping her shoulder. His lips part for her embrace, his fingers twisting and curling into the soft fabric of her clothes. Her scent fills his body with energy. Her hair curls around his fingers naturally. He wanted this moment to last forever. His own tail curls around her waist, pressing her body more tightly against his own.

He wishes his armour was absent, wishes he was completely naked like he had been that first night they had known each other. He had not known humility or embarassment them; he was merely a soft-spoken savage, then, having only existed in the land of society for less than a year. But now he would readily ditch his clothing again, to hold her bare to him and warm her body with his own tanned, toned and scarred flesh. His scars were not ugly or intrusive, but almost a badge of battle and survival.

His tail still tight around her waist, he breaks his lips from hers, eyes opening and desire burning brightly in his eyes, black hues tainted by lusty fire. He releases a breath, seducted. He wants to be one. He had waited too long for this love to be declared.

[ammy]

He returned her kiss in kind, pulling from her a deep and throaty moan. As his lips parted, her's did as well, her tongue giving teasing strokes against his own. Her fingers were splayed over his armor. It was warm, though she longed to feel his hot skin against her. She had gotten a peek five years ago in the waterfall's pool. He had been a magnificent male back then, she could only wonder what he would be now.

Amaranth longed to run her fingers over him, to finally touch and explore him. To trace to dips and curves on his body. To run her fingers, and lips, over the scars on him. Scars that may have scared other woman, but thrilled her. Each had a story, one that she wished to know.

As he pulled away, she saw her own desire reflected back at her. Her eyes had changed, the silver around her irises seeping in farther to the blue tiny naught but a ring of the bright color was visible around her pupil. Her claws curled against his armor, longing to dig into his skin. Her fangs were extended slightly, her blond tail sapping back and forth. The hair stood on end, even more sensitive than usual. There was a reason that touch a Writhonian's tail was such an intimate act. As she gazed up at him, her body pressed flush against his, it was obvious what she wanted from him. What she desired. The only question left was how long was he going to make her wait?

[Gray Callahan]

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away

His fingers were adventurous, now, and hungry too; his very senses flared with the heat of his passion, his pupils dilating a half more than usual. He seeks to tug away her top, a longing gasp escaping the slight part of his lips. With one hand he feels the slender, delightful curves of her body, and with the other his fingers tenderly undo the buttons and knots. She was royalty in her clothes, but to Boliko she was purer without. He was still more at ease in the nude than in clothes.

He would, with Amaranth's help, wriggle from the solid chestpiece that was the custom of saiyan citizens; his bronzed chest would ripple with the defined muscle, as if chiselled by some olympian deity. Boliko was an attractive specimen, muscular and yet sleek due to his height, not as broad as other saiyans, more compact and yet no less magnificent.

His mouth would lock with hers once again, his flesh burning with animal heat, burning with a desire uncaged. She had been gone too long. To Boliko, now, in this conflicted present, the passion he was feeling for Amaranth cast away everything else, the sublimity of it all dashing any negative emotions against the cliffs of thought. Her soul with his sent shock waves through his body, like electricity rushing through his veins, his hair standing on end.

Her places his hands on her lower thighs, his hands tightening before he pulls, lifting Amaranth Rixoir off of the floor, pressing her against him. His tail wraps around hers and tightens...

(fade out? PL pl0x)

[ammy]

Fade out. PL please

[Gray Callahan]

Rensou 1850

[Rensou Hiruen]

3,300 PL for Boliko.
3,250 PL for Amaranth.

Oh, so horny, oh oh, so horny~
Oh, so horny
Me love you long time!