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This room has been assigned to Higure, Krios Panourvos, and Vezara Selyn

The Dragoon raised an eyebrow and smirked with amusement at Krios' mutterings about the number nine. He was right of course, but Vezara had never thought about it. "You know... You're right. How nice." He chuckled lightly. "Nine is not eight. And it is not ten. Nor is it two hundred and seventy-four. Because then it wouldn't be nine. But it is nine. Which is our room."

Vezara waited patiently for his friend to open the door. He raised his arms when the Satyr finally got it open. "Victory! Huzzah for the heroic Satyr warrior, Krios, and his faithful scaled companion."

Vezara sat on one of the other beds and let his tail fall idly on his clawed feet. He smiled and didn't push the issue of supporting Krios. The cursed blush resurfaced for a mere moment under the scales of Vezara's face. He flexed his wings and mentally slapped himself. It was just the effects of the alcohol, nothing more... Right? "Heh, well, that's what friends are for, no? If you ever need anything, you just need to say it."

The blush came back in full force and Vezara had to take a moment to process what Krios just said. Did he imagine it? No. This was honestly happening.

He was thankful that Krios couldn't see his blush. Otherwise, he might have understood what was going on in the Dragoon's mind. And that would be awkward on multiple levels. What if Krios didn't have similar feelings?

"Haha, you don't have to." Vezara waved one hand, trying to look casual despite his growing nervousness. "I-I'm fine." Did he just stutter? He hoped not. And if he did, he hoped Krios was too drunk to notice.

Vezara's blush deepened. He gave a nervous little laugh. "Well, uh, thanks I suppose." It wasn't like him to be so flustered. He found himself a little grateful that Krios was behind him. At least then there was less risk of the Satyr noticing exactly what was going on.

His shoulders relaxed a tiny bit under Krios' hands. The Satyr certainly knew what he was doing, though Vezara's bulky build probably made it hard to work comfortably. The jacket in the way likely wasn't helping.

"Let me take off my jacket, make it a little easier...." The Dragoon slid off the leather jacket. He rarely wore a shirt when in a casual setting, primarily for the sake of convenience.

It was a bother getting a shirt over his horns and around his wings every single day, but it was also a bit odd to waltz about completely shirtless. Hence the jacket was his favorite article of clothing. Without it, he felt vulnerable. Exposed, even.

Vezara though he heard Krios say something, but he didn't quite catch it. Maybe it wasn't important. But if it wasn't important, then why did Krios even say it? "Uh, what was that?" He was tempted to look over his shoulder, but didn't want to interrupt the massage. Krios' hands were soft and warm, and his skill made it a pleasant experience. He hadn't thought that someone touching him from behind could be so soothing.

His tail gave a little swish. The movement was similar to that of a cat. The Dragoon's tail came to rest in his lap. Its tip twitched lightly, brushing the denim of Vezara's jeans.

Vezara guessed whatever Krios had to say really wasn't that important. Oh well. If the Satyr wanted to talk about it later, then Vezara would listen. It wasn't a big deal.

He felt Krios' hands go lower to his back. A small shudder ran up and down his spine as he felt the warm hands at the bases of his wings. "Ahh..." He sighed softly and closed his eyes. "I-it's nice... I'm a little more sensitive there, so..." His voice trailed off.

The scales around his wings were a little smaller and thinner than the rest on Vezara's back. This allowed for ease of movement and increased flexibility. The wings themselves were leathery and thick, like bat wings. The absence of scales on the membrane meant they were extra sensitive, for the purpose of detecting wind currents while airborne.

Part of Vezara wished Krios would touch his wings, and the rest was being lulled by the Satyr's gentle kneading.

Vezara felt Krios' hand on his wing membrane. His whole body gave a bit of a twitch, and the tips of his claws dug into the bed. "Ahh...!" The Dragoon felt himself relax an instant later. "Nnnn..."

He gave Krios a brief glance over his shoulder. "It works kind of like a sail. When I spread my wings, they catch the wind and I ride the air currents. That's why it's easiest to fly when there's a lot of strong wind. It's possible to fly without any wind at all, but it's a little more tiring because it puts more strain on my wings. I use my tail to steer, and I can ascend or descend by angling myself up or down, respectively." He smiled softly. "It's not hard after you get enough practice."

Vezara shuddered again at the touch of Krios as his fingers explored his wings. "Wh... mmm..." The Dragoon's eyes closed halfway for a moment. It really did feel good. Vezara had to admire the Satyr's healing touch. It took real skill to be able to work such bulky muscles.

"The world would be happier if we could all fly," he said with a small sigh. "It's a good feeling. Maybe some time I should carry you on my back and you could see for yourself." He'd never offered to take anyone flying with him before. It was a strange feeling, but not a bad one. So this was what having a friend meant. Enjoying each other's company.

Another wave of heat passed under Vezara's face. It was stronger this time, more noticeable. He hoped Krios didn't notice, though all it would take was a glance in the right direction.

((Just in time for college to start sucking out my soul! XD))