You Wanna Get It For Free

Louder and louder now. Each tentative tap of the steel against the crumbling stone seems to cause a resounding echo from within as if there was some vast antechamber hidden behind the wall. Though Nate would quickly realize that Sunjata wasn't able to hear the phantom strains.

SUNJATA

high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind

“Not just for my charm?” He teases, back turned to Nate as he goes to try and search for another hammer of sorts, still not quite understanding what they’re searching for or what he’s found beneath the wall. But there’s plenty he doesn’t still understand about Nate and the Ascendeds, how the man had an upgrade to detect the sickness in his blood, in Maea’s, perhaps this was similar.

Something he wasn’t meant to hear, but to trust that Nate knew it was there.

He doesn’t manage to find much else other than sharper rocks and nails of a sort that he brings over, watching the Ascended try to break into the rock in an almost careful way. Sunjata hears nothing, simply offers up another nail in case the one Nate currently uses gets bent too far out of shape.

not a word from me
at least nothing you would mind

- NATE -

don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?

Nate’s picking grew more confident, more aggressive as the hollow sound of the rock echoed in his head more, churning up visions of treasure and riches. It was only when he turned to drawl out something half flirty and half teasing and caught sight of the look of confusion on the attuned’s face that he realized this wasn’t what he thought.

And that made it much, much more interesting.

The nail Nate was using disintegrated quickly, the old metal all but crumbling under the force he subjected it to. He doesn't get the chance to be frustrated, Sunjata right there with another nail waiting. ”Don’t let me forget that I really owe you for this.” He said brightly, leaning in conspiratorially while he did. He was focused back on the wall in an instant, prying at it and trying to pry away the stone between him and whatever was calling him so insistently. He had to be close now.

got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it

The call is loud and unwieldy until... ...a small object drops to the ground. It is about an inch wide, almost in the shape of a U with two right angles instead of smooth curves. Like half of a square, but quite thin. On each end are small spherical balls. It is quite light.

SUNJATA

high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind

The comment of being rewarded has him snorting while Nate picks at the wall. “Oh I’d count on it.” He rumbles with a smirk — though they hadn’t talked about the ordeal with Maea, with him with the woman… How protective she was. He’s half tempted to tell Nate when the item falls out of the wall to the stone floor and Sunjata steps back with a raised brow.

He wonders if it’s something like the patch Amun found, and he wonders how often he’ll be in caves with Ascended while they find random trinkets… Regardless, his gaze lifts to Nate with that same playful smirk. “It’s yours, you get to pick it up first.” He says with a snort. He has no idea how Nate found it, other than perhaps some special hearing or sight.

not a word from me
at least nothing you would mind

- NATE -

don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?

The sound in his head cuts off so abruptly Nate's ears keep ringing, and he doesn't notice the reason at first, the little object at his feet. It's only when the attuned steps back that he glances down, already kneeling when Sunjata speaks. "What the fuck is it?" It's not like Nate actually expects the other man to know, but he needs to say something. He reaches out and hooks the object with one finger, holding it up so it could be inspected.

"You ever seen anything like this?" Nate does expect a little bit of input to this question, though he barely keeps it still enough to look it, immediately whirling the little piece of tech between his fingers, at one point reaching out to poke Sunjata with the rounded prongs.

got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it

Nate's doctoral-senses, perhaps, lead him to touch healing bite-wounds on Sunjata's neck with the soft round-balls of the device. They seem the perfect size and placement and.. ..lo and behold... the skin is instantly healed. Nate has found Injection-site Healer | A device that when used by an ascended on the bitten-skin of a non-ascended, isntantly heals the injection-site marks.

SUNJATA

high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind

Nate inspects it, and Sunjata can’t begin to imagine what the hell the object is. Instead, his brows furrow somewhat as he exhales, leaning a bit closer to try and inspect it and comment that he’s never seen anything like it — when Nate’s tapping it along his skin.

He doesn’t feel much other than perhaps the cold bite of the metal, but he steps back with the surprise of the cold. “Hey!” He says with a small laugh, hand reaching up to brush by where the man had touched — to find completely healed skin of a few of the marks Nate had given him. His eyes seek out Nate’s with surprise, all amusement fading with what it’s done. But he can’t see the scars where they’re placed, not without looking into a mirror or reflection. “Wait, Nate, are they gone?” He asks, hand dropping from his neck to reach for Nate’s hand with the device to peer at it again.

not a word from me
at least nothing you would mind

- NATE -

don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?

Nate stopped and stared at the spot where once there had been a mostly healed bite mark. Now there was nothing. It was like his teeth had never pierced the other man (in that one specific place. ”They’re gone.” He murmured, leaning in for a closer look, the tech still hooked around his finger.

”Seems pretty useful.” Nate’s words came after a moment, though he didn’t lean out of his closeness. ”Might  have to test it out a little bit more.” He chuckled darkly, sinking his teeth into the attuned’s throat and shifting him so it was easier for Nate to push up against the cave wall.

got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it

SUNJATA

high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind

Nate stares at his neck, and Sunjata can’t help the bit of surprise that crosses his face with the look. A confirmation, that the bites are gone, and his brows furrow in some small amount of surprise – shocked, really, that the device had worked like that and what kind of implications it might one day have. The Ascended leans in and Sunjata remains mostly in place, hand dropping from the other man as he’s inspected.

He wants to laugh at the idea that it’s pretty useful, because yes, it absolutely is. But when he mentions to test it out a little, and hasn’t moved out of his closeness to the Attuned, Sunjata feels his blood heating with the thought. And yet, it happens so fast, Nate’s teeth are at his throat, sinking in and the feeling returns with such a force that his back finds the wall and his knees shake, a groan leaving him as he reaches for the Ascended to pull him into him. “You bastard...” He manages half between a gasp and a laugh, but there’s a smirk that inevitably crosses his face – endearing and yet, thriving for it – burning yet again in another cave with the man’s fangs buried into his neck.

not a word from me
at least nothing you would mind

- NATE -

don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?

Nate manages a low chuckle, despite his full mouth and the edge of a moan that thrums through his chest. At this point this shouldn’t still be so exciting, so satisfying, but it’s easy to crave when it’s his only real satisfaction. He feels himself being pulled in, and leans into it happily, his hands moving to grip at Sunjatas waits, one knee pressing between the attuned’s leg. As much genuine support as it is a tease.

The facade this time is of experimentation, and an unfortunate part of that involves pulling away. Nate tries to move past the loss smoothly, lifting his new toy up against the newest marks on the other man. Watching them vanish, so quickly he can’t even test call it healed, when there’s no sign there was ever anything there.

”That’s really cool.” He murmurs, before leaning in to bite again, a taste, a tease, a highly unsatisfying nip. Then another. And another. Nate’s smile was wrapped around each one, pressed against Sunjatas skin like he knew what he was doing. After a healthy round of marks decorated the others throat, Nate leaned back again, pressing the device to each pair of holes, watching in utter fascination as each time they disappeared. His distraction seemed absolute, though the heavy fingers rubbing circles on Sunjatas hips spoke to another activity Nate could devote himself to.

got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it

SUNJATA

high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind

It’s addicting, the way a single bite can create such euphoria. And he doesn’t know what to do with it all, feeling like he’s been shaken up every time it happens, waiting and ready to burst and burn with the tension within him. Nate helps with it all, hands at his waist, mouth at his neck, one leg pressed between his own that give him something to focus on.

But the Ascended pulls away and leaves Sunjata panting a small amount, reaching up with searching hands to the man’s own hips. He hears Nate’s voice, thinks of something snarky to tell him back but Nate’s teeth are at his neck again, biting and pulling away and flooding him with so much tension and ignition that he grinds his hips against Nate’s leg, hands tightening at the man’s hips, more groans leaving his throat with every repeated bite.

He feels soon after the cool metal of the device, panting with a small sheen of sweat crossing his skin. Smoldering steel eyes find Nate again, legs shaking with the tension. “What if I wanted to keep one?” He manages with a smirk, breathless all the same, trying to pull Nate into him and capture his lips with his own.

not a word from me
at least nothing you would mind

- NATE -

don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?

All it takes is the slightest pull for Nate to roll his hips back against Sunjata, drinking in the sounds he pulls from the other man in between every bite. The breathless, hazy look is almost as good, something else for Nate to enjoy while he tends to rapidly forming patchwork of bruises and bite marks on the other mans throat. He's focused enough that the words don't seem to reach him right away, his hand still dragging the cool metal device from mark to mark.

Slowly, bright blue eyes move, roaming up the line of Sunjata's throat, jaw, cheeks, until Nate is staring, searching. It would be almost too intense, if there was anything other than a languid smile spread over his face. "You want me to keep you marked, huh?" He purrs, resisting this pull for a moment longer, waiting to see the attuneds reaction before he leans in to press their lips together. The kiss is hungry, warm despite the fact that Nate isn't. The hand still on Sunjata's hip squeezes, hard enough to mark, and presses the other man deeper against the rock, to give Nate more room to press in against him.

got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it

SUNJATA

high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind

He pants while his question hits open air and Nate doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he focuses on the cool feeling of the metal as it’s dragged along his skin from mark to mark, trying to regain his breath in the meantime between bites, focused intently on Nate’s face and movements just as predatory and needy as he typically was – remaining against the wall if only for the fact he doesn’t think he could fully support himself on his own two feet right now without the help of the rock behind him.

But soon enough, he watches those electric eyes of Nate’s scan his throat and neck, and subconsciously, Sunjata lifts his chin a small amount, peering down at Nate with a small breathy smirk when Nate questions whether he wants to keep the marks. His smirk grows a bit wider, a purr leaving his throat. “One or two should do.” He hums, pausing briefly before Nate’s crashing his lips against his, and Sunjata finds himself giving in.

The hand at his side squeezes hard, erupting a growl from the Attuned as he pushes him against the wall a bit harder, enough that Sunjata can’t help but to slide down a small amount with the movement – far more eye to eye with Nate. And with his own partially shifted fangs, he playfully nips at Nate’s lower lip.

not a word from me
at least nothing you would mind