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Denying Fate (Anjeru and Raziel)

He had followed behind her dutifully, a half pace behind her and absorbing himself in the area. He could feel something coming from her, a sort of inner fire. He didn’t press her for it – verbally or mentally – but it was there, and it sparked his own, making him slightly antsy. But when he heard her question, he understood, and he smiled. “Oh, of course. It’s good to keep your muscles ready, the spring in the step.”

He took a few steps away from her, as if he was wondering what and how. “Hmm… where and with what?”
 
She crooked her finger and chuckled. "This way," she turned and opened the door, leaving it open for him as she passed through it. They would walk into a large - that was putting it mildly - training field. There were racks of assorted weapons, training dummies, obstacle courses, obstacle courses with traps, archery lanes, firing range, and even a boxing ring for close quarter hand to hand combat. "We try to to hone ourselves for any and all forms of combat. What do you prefer - weapons or hand to hand?"
 
It wasn’t long until he was following her again, hearing her chuckle in the wind. The room they went into was massive, and he could see just how much there was to do to be ready for a fight. No wonder they were always so prepared for war. After looking around for a bit, he turned to her with a smile. He didn’t say anything, just flicked his wrists to drop the small iron handles from his sleeves. A click and two metal bars shot out of the handles, which were quickly shrouded with dark energy. “Your move.”
 
Her brow shot up as she grinned. Well, this wasn't just some vampire she was dealing with, she shouldn't have expected anything but this; he wasn't some Horde grunt, that was for sure. If he wanted it that way...she swirled her energy around her, let it slide down her arms, to concentrate it within her hands. It grew, then disappeared in a flash, leaving a pair of almost other-worldly batons in her small hands, fingers closing over the handles. She slid her left leg back a bit, shoulders dipping down as she brought her weapons up in stance. She wasn't going to be foolish enough to move first; the best defense was a good offense, but not unless you knew what you were up against.
 
A… baton? Well, he knew not to doubt her abilities. She was at least the same rank that he was, and probably a far more competent warrior. But he was no slouch, as his shadow blades showed. His body was loose, idly spinning the blades in his hands. A weapon without a sharp edge, it was strange for some. He slowly walked towards her, keeping his body loose. It was much easier to dodge strike when your body shifted how you wanted it to shift. And a single look at the magic-pulsing batons told him that he doubted range would be a problem for her.

It was a quick change as he dashed forward, spinning the daggers as he went low then shot up, aiming to go over her as he went for her shoulder.
 
Valkyries were known for two things when it came to combat - speed and precision. They had sharp eyes, which usually gave them the advantage; with vampires, maybe just ever so slightly. She kept a careful gaze on him, watching every bit of non consequential body movement. She kept her mind clear, simply letting her rely on the one thing that never failed her - instinct. Keep her body ready but loose, ready to be fluid in whichever direction or way she chose to move. It wasn't just her beauty that had her aptly named by her epitaph. He moved, quick, far quicker than she had expected from the first attack, going low but she expected a fault, not surprised when the attack came up; her body was fluid a she bent back to let the attack go over her shoulder, twisting herself around to let herself fall, leg sweeping out towards his own.
 
She was far quicker than he had anticipated, and he knew she was a fast, competent fighter. She dropped enough to dodge his attack, and her leg caught on his own, although he flipped a few times until he went for his balance. He was back to his feet, spinning the daggers in his hands, a smirk on his face. “You’re fast. That’s good.” He walked towards her, slowly, before fading out, appearing behind her and sending two slashes at her back, then fading away again. This was a time for true practice. Playing fair wasn’t the point of a scout.
 
By the time he fixed his balance, she was up and in stance again, her green eyes watching him closely. He started toward her and she gripped the batons, gauging his every movement; then he faded, completely, and she was almost thrown for a loop. Almost. It wasn't exactly unheard of. She widened her senses, 'feeling' for him. Her body snapped around, his slashes hitting her batons, but when she looked, he was gone again. Narrowed eyes scanned carefully around her, arms widening a bit with her stance to encompass a more radial perimeter around herself. "I see. This should be fun," she chuckled, her ears picking up every sound; the rustle of grass outside, an errant creak in the building. The moment he reappeared, a sound, even as faint as wind, would give him away and her speed would give her time to adjust her defense accordingly. "Come out, come out where ever you aarrreee~"
 
There was a chuckle at her words, an echoing sound that seemed to surround her and fill the room, meant to send a shiver down her spine. “Impatient are we?” There was a teasing tone in his voice, as he teased her ear with a small nip and lick before disappearing once more, fine as mist. His assault was quick, appearing and attacking her from the front before disappearing, then striking at her back, her side, her other side, her back again, from above, he made sure to keep it random. Teasing laughter continually came out. But he couldn’t help himself, it was building inside. He appeared in front of her again, tackling her down, a hot and passionate kiss finding her lips as he held the daggers to the side.
 
The adrenaline was pumping through her blood and she grinned at his words, her own chuckle following despite the slight shiver that ran down her spine in response to the timbre of his own. He was quick, and teased her sensitive ear before she could react, a low moan escaping before she could curb it. Damn that man; Valkyrie ears were hypersensitive to sounds, yes, but also to stimulation. He was taking advantage of that, she assumed. Each strike was met with, barely, with a block, just enough warning of sound for her to snap her limbs and body in the right direction. Her chest lifted and fell with heavy breathes, her heart kicking up its rhythm with the excitement a spar usually built within her. To be doing it with Zalera...well, best to stay focused. But her attention had faltered, for a brief moment, and it was all he needed to appear in front of her and catch her off guard; his body fell over her, tackling her to the ground as his lips found hers hotly, his kiss passionate. She gasped into his lips, a soft moan following suit, before she couldn't help herself and returned his passionate assault.
 
He was learning more and more about her just by watching her movements, hearing her heartbeat, smelling the blood that pulsed through her veins heat up and pulse faster. It was ultimate control that stopped him from pouncing on her sooner than he had. But even he had his limit, and his passionate kiss was a true expression of his feelings to her. He tossed the daggers away, the shadows disappearing from them as the blades retracted into the hilts. His hands lightly pinned her to the ground for a long moment, before they shifted, pulling her tight against him. A soft groan left his lips, as he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
 
Her batons simple faded from her grasp as her arms lifted themselves to wrap around his neck, holding him in the kiss as he pulled her body tight against his own. A groan of her own left her lips as he broke the kiss. Her tongue slipped out, brushing faintly across her lips as she returned his gaze, her own eyes heated. Her chest rose and fell with somewhat bated breathes; she hadn't expected the sparring match to take a turn like this, but she would be lying to herself is she said she was unhappy with this outcome. His body over hers, and those eyes staring down at her with a hunger that made her - her - weak in the knees. Good thing she wasn't standing.
 
His eyes had a heated hunger, a need that burned fiercely, and only burned hotter as he stared into her eyes. His breath was hot and baited, and nearly hitched when he heard her own. His heart beat harder, faster, as he tried to break his gaze, and found that he could not. This was hardly the place for this, but somehow, that made it hotter. His gaze broke as he leaned forward, kissing her once more, a hot need filling him up further the moment his lips touched hers. A soft groan left his lips, needy in its tone as he slowly sat up, pulling her up with him.
 
Definitely not the place for this, but she was as unable to break their gaze as he was; instead it only seemed to stoke the already burning fire in her veins even higher. She let out a small, contented sigh as he kissed her again, her whole body tingling from the feeling of it, the feelings he stirred within her that had been so foreign until he had come waltzing into her life. Now it roared into life like an inferno she feared would turn her to ash, like she had done to many a vampire. But there was no time to think on that, not with his lips moving over hers and his arms slowly pulling her up with him as he sat. Her arms of their own accord curled around his neck, a soft moan falling against his lips as she leaned forward into him, playfully nipping his lower lip with her fang.
 
She was so willing, and as she nipped his lip a soft groan left him once more, a tingling feeling filling his body. He trembled slightly as he looked into her eyes, so magnetic to his own gaze. It was a moment before his mind made a decision, and his clothes simply disappeared. Taking them off by hand would just be a hassle that he couldn’t bother with right now. His hard length was pressed rather uncomfortably against her pants, but he made no mention of it. As it was, he was already shifting again, laying back, pulling her on top of him fully now. A soft groan left again as he looked up at her, a sly smile on his face. “It looks like you win. I guess you get your prize now.”
 
She should be horrified, or in the very least mortified, when his clothes simply vanished leaving him completely naked against her. Her cheeks flamed; half from embarrassment and half from arousal. She instinctively wet her lips. What was he doing to her, that the thought of one of her Valkyrie sisters walking in on her riding him in the middle of the training floor, was incredibly hot. She stared down at him, her eyes slightly wide as she studied him and what was happening now. His words made her warm considerably.

“Is that so?” She chuckled softly and dipped her head down to nip his lip with her fangs, before tugging on it playfully. Her nails dragged teasingly down the skin of her chest. “Just what prize did you have in mind, my Zalera?” She wasn't even thinking when she said 'my Zalera', but it was so natural, so honest, and felt right on her tongue.
 
He was not ashamed of his body, of being nude. He had had many lovers in the past, but nothing as hot or passionate as this, as her. She was truly his mate, in mind, body, and soul. She turned a hot red as he talked, but nothing about her body language told him that she was going to deny him. In fact, it seemed that she was going to go into it full swing. His lips formed a playful smile, that broke with a soft gasp and groan as she leaned down, nipping his lip, drawing a single bead of blood as she did.

“My Alirei.” Saying it sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine, and his eyes flashed hotter with need. “Where I come from, when two people spar, the loser surrenders fully to the winner. You have won.” He leaned up, nipping her lip, running his tongue against it slightly. “You have won. I am yours to do as you see fit.”
 
Alirei drew her tongue over the bead of blood almost instinctively when he leaned up, unable to help herself. She leaned back, enough to peer down into his features, her green eyes having taken on a yellow tint. "I really don't think you tried all that hard to win," she mused with a soft chuckle. She seemed to become pensive, debating her course of action; then she took his wrist and laid him back, setting them up above his head against the floor. "Don't move your hands; keep them there." Her eyes glinted before she dipped her head down to nip his jaw, lightly, before trailing her lips to his ear. "Got it?" The question was breathed hotly against his ear, her breath teasing it before she flicked it playfully with her tongue.
 
His eyes peered deeply into hers, noticing how they changed slightly. Her chuckle sent a flame through him, and he had a sudden urge to just take her on his own there and then. But she did ‘win,’ and he never went back on his word. As she took his wrists, he flashed a glance at her hands, before looking back into her eyes, feeling her pin him down fully now. He heard her words, a wave of brand-new excitement filling him up on the inside. He nodded slowly as his blood boiled from her heated whisper, mentally taking a moment to form handcuffs, which bound his wrists together, and a chain to keep them where they were. “As you wish.” He whispered just as hotly, although his position prevented him from being by her ear.
 
Once he acquiesced, she leaned up and caught a glint off the handcuffs and chain he'd formed for himself. She couldn't help but chuckle softly. “My, my, that's a nifty and a quite handy little trick,” she said as her eyes continued to shift in color as her tongue wet her suddenly dry lips; what was it about him, besides being her mate? He awoke things in her she just didn't quite understand and know how to handle. This playful, teasing side of her, had never existed before this moment, but she liked it. Her nails found his chest, dragging across his skin gently as her head dipped down so her lips could follow.
 
Zalera heard her chuckle as she looked up. He looked up as well, checking to make sure that the handcuffs were good enough. “Shadow Bending? Hardly.” His voice caught as he felt her nails on his chest, gently scratching, leaving faint red marks that quickly disappeared. Her lips trailed them anyway, pulling a groan from his lips, pushing up lightly against her. This was what she was going to play? It would be an interesting evening, for sure.
 
"Not exactly what I meant, though I am sure you know that." She chuckled again and drew her tongue around one flat male nipple, before nipping it sharply. Her tongue made a trail down his flat abdomen, dipping into his bellybutton before she sat up and studied him; her eyes were completely yellow now, almost like a feline predator's gaze. "Hmmm...what to do with you?" She seemed to contemplate it as her nails scratched over his hips, a little smirk over her lips. Then down, near his length, then back up, away, teasing him as she wet her lips appreciatively at the sight he made, laying completely at her whims. Odin's wrath, but he was so very tempting.
 
“I know what you meant.” He said with a soft chuckle, before a soft groan left him, his nipple pebbling from the sudden play. It was a strange feeling, not unpleasant, sensitive because nobody bothered to do such things before. “I n-need to do it o-or I might mmove them.” His breath was hitched and heavy as he felt her tongue make their slow work down his body, before she moved up after she reached his hips. Nails scraped lightly, causing his hips to squirm slightly, but his whole body shivered as his eyes locked to hers, and he knew that he was her prey, open for her to devour as she saw fit. She dipped down after more teasing words, and his breath hitched fully, before she came back up, his hips wiggling slightly from the obvious tease. “Anything you wish.” He finally answered to her question, squirming slightly in the bindings. He had to keep his word.
 
She wondered how long she could torment him before he snapped. The thought was highly arousing, to see just how far she could push him. He did say anything she wished. A sly smile curled her lips as she dipped her head back down to run her tongue over his hip, nails scratching faintly over his thighs as she did so. Then down her tongue and lips went, toward his shaft; warm air was blown, then tongue swirled over his tip, before her lips slid over him to take him into her hot mouth, enveloping him as she went about teasing him this way. Her hands did not remain idle and went up to his chest, scratching across his skin, her ears eagerly picking up every delicious noise that fell from his lips in response to her. She wanted to hear them, she realized, knowing he would be receiving such pleasure from her touch.
 
It was the smiled that had him half worried, not for his safety but for his sanity. She had full plans to drive him insane; he could see it in her eyes, in that smile. Her lips teased along his hips before finding his length, and he felt his breath hitch once more before going heavy, a low groan leaving him as her tongue swirled and swiped, his hard length bouncing slightly in need. Her lips wrapped around him, molten silk wrapping around sensitive steel that very nearly broke his will to control himself, his hips pushing up slightly as a strangled moan left his lips, eyes closing. Small sounds of pleasure left him as he forced control over himself. He was not an easy one to break, although he would admit later that she had nearly done it in one fell swoop. As it was, his chest was slowly being marked up, a feeling that brought pleasure and pride to him, as her hot little mouth did its work in trying to break his resolve.
 
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