A Challenge | un: vainglorious (video)

[erschlagen]

Champions of foreign lands and worlds of names I have yet to know–hearken unto me!

[This video starts off with a bang! No, literally. There’s a loud explosion in the background as towering flames suddenly jut out from all corners of the arena forming an orange-red haze around the entire colosseum. For any unfortunate souls here, it’s going to feel hotter than hell but for others just watching from afar; you’re relatively safe for now. Those wild orange flames won’t scorch anyone as long as Rosen has control of them.

Oh, for those of you wondering who’s talking right now–that would be the dapper old bastard with the long flowing hair dressed in bright red and blue tunic standing at the center of the colosseum. Don’t ask how he’s managing to film the entire stunt. He’s just doing what he does best, causing a disturbance. It’s been a little too peaceful here and he’s bloody determined to change all that. If there’s one thing Rosen hates more is peace and quiet.]

Many of you proclaim to be warriors of realms I have yet to explore. Some of you even pretend to be likened to gods all for the sake of vanity and nothing else!

[It’s amazing how this crazed fellow can project his voice. He’s not talking into a microphone or anything. No, he’s literally projecting his voice throughout the entire colosseum over the roar of the fire. That actually takes talent and a lack of shame for being that damn LOUD! Then again, the colosseum has great acoustics.]

Therefore, I challenge you!

[In a flash of brilliant white light, a magical fiery red spear suddenly appears within his right hand. He dramatically points it towards the direction of the camera, making sure that this prized relic is on display for all to see. While it might come into question as of how he’s recording all this, Rosen at least knows how to put on a good show.]

I am called Rosenkrantz, and I formally challenge every capable warrior and legend here to face in armed combat! Only the strong need to apply for those without strength will be turned at the gate!

[He’s not kidding either. If he finds any of you fools lacking, he’ll toss you out of the colosseum on your ass. That is an unspoken rule here.]

With that said, if you seek a worthy challenge–then face me.

[And just like that, the footage goes black.]

Comments

[at_heart]

[ Quell, are you sure that's the right way to go about that, because he immediately pulls on that tongue, light deliberate pressure from his lips, the way he might suck on... you know, something else.

The outfit is a little misleading; but the way his tunic flares out is only a little wider than his actual hips, and then it's all — lean muscle, with just enough give on his hips and a nice shape elsewhere.

But the groping does have Yuri drawing lingeringly back with a breathless laugh, gray eyes dark with promise. ]

Your place or mine.

[ He's not exactly shy, but it isn't so late that other people might not be hoping to use the arena for its actual intended purpose. ]

[erschlagen]

[Wait, does Yuri have curves? Talk about an interesting surprise! Rosen just thought the brat was just some noodly beanpole but apparently has quite the figure under that coat/jacket of his. Rosen doesn’t know what to make of that but when Yuri starts sucking on his tongue, all his thoughts go right out the metaphorical window.
He lets out a little growl as he tries to seize control of Yuri’s sinful lips as they kiss. However, this little bastard can’t be tamed. Rosen already knows they’re going to be fighting all the way to the bedroom but first things first, they need to figure out where they’re going.]

My place. [He whispers in return before seeking out another kiss.] Unless you object to the idea.

[Rosen doesn’t really care where they go as long as they’re fucking. It’s taking all of his willpower now not to fuck Yuri in the halls of colosseum. He has some decency, you know.]

What do you say?

[at_heart]

[ He very much has curves. ♥ You should see him in skinny jeans. ] [ And he is smirking in response to that growl, giving back as good as he's getting, tugging Rosen's bottom lip between his teeth before he purrs, ]

I say anywhere's fine, as long as it's close.

[ Too bad neither of them is Spring, but it's yet another reason to learn Flight once he's mastered everything else. ] [ And he backs off, reluctantly, to lead the way to the exit. ]

[erschlagen]

[Anywhere? Does he truly mean, anywhere? Rosen lets out deep breath as he tries his best to control his excitement. His pupils contract much like a feline’s as he stares down at Yuri with a new ache in his loins. Honestly, should he take the bait here and drag Yuri into the public bath nearby for a quick fuck? That sounds like a marvelous idea to him but if they get caught? Oh, Rosen has a contigenancy plan for that and it involves murder.

Nothing is getting in his way of fucking this sassy beauty, nothing.]

Come.

[Before Yuri could even protest, Rosen suddenly leans down and yanks him up into his arms in one fluid motion. It happens so fast! One minute the little menace teasing him and the next Rosen is carrying him towards the desolate halls ahead towards the elaborate bathouse within. It’s not like Yuri weighs much either. He’s quite light but then again, Rosen can lift boulders.]

I lack the patience for travel! We’ll do this here!

[at_heart]

[ He sure does, Rosen. Also acceptable: empty train cars, public parks late at night, fitting rooms... ] [ That startles a laugh out of him, but it's rich and dark and pleased. It's been a while since he had a partner who could make him feel small and light, but you're not wrong there; the only official weight he's ever been given was 66kg. He is so much stronger than he looks.

And also? Hooking his legs easily around Rosen's waist to cinch himself in closer, a smirk against the older man's lips. ]

Yeah? How much patience do you have? [ Lower, huskier: ] Gonna rip my clothes off, old man? Make me see stars?

[erschlagen]

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