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Fwhip attends a party, not expecting to grow closer with Scott in the process. But he didn't mind that at all, not really.

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Fwhip moved around a room, one that was slowly becoming slightly crowded. The twelve rulers had been invited over to House Blossom for a small ball, one Katherine was throwing just for the hell of it really. Her kingdom was known for having its fair amount of parties, and she was living up to that quite well already. Gem walked beside him, while Sausage was…somewhere behind them in the small crowd. The two weren’t very surprised at losing their friend, he liked to socialize a little at events like this. Neither of them were as sociable as Sausage could be, and Fwhip found his mind wandering already as he followed his sister through the crowd.

“Scott!” The Count was startled out of his thoughts by Gem’s voice, and glanced to where she was looking. Rivendell’s ruler was waving at the two of them as he approached, a smile on his face. Fwhip gave his own small wave in return, feeling his start to heat up. Gem picked up her pace to meet Scott in the middle, and he followed suit almost absent mindedly.

“Hi Gem, Hi Fwhip!” Scott greeted them with a wide smile when they reached him, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. “How are you two?” The elf asked, leading them through the small throng of people to a quieter place, one where the three could catch up. They hadn’t seen each other much recently, and Fwhip would be a fool if he ignored the excitement running through him at just talking to Scott.

“We’ve been good!” Gem smiled, taking a seat at a nearby table. The Count cursed himself for how silent he’d been and nodded, sliding into the seat next to his sister. Scott, still smiling, sat on his other side. “That’s great!” Scott responded cheerily, propping his cheek on his palm.

“How’s the forge been, Fwhip?” The elf asked, gaze now training on the Count. Fwhip startled, blinking a few times. He didn’t expect Scott to be interested in his machines, but he supposed that man was full of surprises. “Oh,” He began, fumbling over his words a bit. “It’s been good. I had to fix some small issues, but other than that it’s been a successful project.” He shrugged a little at the end of his sentence. He’d expected a few small issues, so creating the forge had gone just as well he’d hoped it would; and he was still a little unsure exactly why Scott was asking.

“I’m glad to hear that!” Scott beamed at him a little, and Fwhip didn’t really care why he’d asked anymore, actually. Afterwards the elf was soon swept into a conversation with Gem about magic or something of the like, Fwhip just hoped he didn’t stare too hard. And that his silence wasn’t as suspicious as it felt.

He knew he’d been a little…well, infatuated with Scott for a while now, he just tried to ignore it; even when it had grown into more than just simple infatuation. Feelings were weird and messy, and there was always a high possibility Scott saw him as only a friend, so Fwhip had decided to ignore it and maybe it would go away. It had not gone away. It had gotten worse, actually, now that he thought about it, because of course it did.

At one point he’d moved away to go get their little trio some drinks. He didn’t ask what either of them wanted, they would just get whatever water or punch Katherine had. Fwhip knew there wouldn’t be much alcohol, and didn’t want to take some anyways if he’d be hanging around Scott for most of the night.

The elf had thanked him when he returned, awkwardly holding three cups and trying desperately not to spill one on Katherine’s nice, quartz floor. Fwhip sat down again, letting himself be drawn back into the conversation as he handed the two their drinks, and hoped his face wasn’t too flushed.

The conversation rounded back around to Fwhip’s inventing, and he was eventually led into one of his passionate rambles. Gem listened with her usual level of interest, while Scott did so very intently; which only made him more suspicious about why the elf had so much sudden interest in his little hobby. He couldn't…actually want to know even more about him as a person; he couldn't actually have wanted to be anything more than just friends. No, that was stupid, Fwhip was getting in his own head about it, that's all.

"Is the testing for your inventions kinda like magic testing?" Gem asked, gaze curious. "I've always wanted to know the difference." The question wasn't very much of a surprise to the Count, his sister was always intrigued by the difference between magic and technology. She listened to his rambles, but never really saw what exactly went into his work.

"Well, it's sort of similar," Fwhip started. "With both you need a safe, open space to do the test, but with magic you need to use the spells on an object, right?" Gem nodded. "Most of my inventions just need an open space in case they explode, I've never had to use them on anything."

His sister nodded again in understanding. "It's kind of fun though," She said. "Seeing what certain spells do to things."

"I have been wanting to do more…science-y things, do more tests." Fwhip admitted, absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the table.

"I wouldn't mind being a… little test subject." Scott said slyly, a small smirk forming on his features. The Count blinked, heat fluttering in his stomach. He wasn’t expecting, well, that , but he wasn’t going to start complaining now.

Fwhip hid his reddening cheeks behind another sip of his drink, watching Scott’s smug and alluring expression. Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play this. In the moment Fwhip decided to get over any misgivings about any stupid feelings he had, and play along with the elf just for the night. It couldn’t go that badly, now could it?

He flicked his tail against the floor, before running it against one of Scott’s calves. Scott blinked at that, causing the Count to smirk a little. "Well, if you're offering…" He trailed off, letting his tail run further up the elves leg, before moving it to rest back at his side.

“Well, I’ll see you two later!” Gem muttered, amused and a little awkward as she began to stand from the table. Scott just giggled to himself as they watched Gem walk away, a little surprised they had scared the wizard off so early; that wasn’t even the worst thing he'd ever said.

Fwhip gained a sudden burst of confidence, and he leaned in closer to the elf. "Well, we're alone now~" He purred, his tail flicking around Scott’s legs once more.

"Whaddya wanna do?" The elf asked, leaning into the Count’s personal space. Fwhip smiled and purred, "Anything you want, darling." Scott turned bright red at the nickname, and moved back to take another sip of his half finished drink, his back shifting more into the Count’s line of sight.

Fwhip smiled to himself, because oh he'd just had a terrible idea. It was a very bold idea, and he was a little unsure of going through with it. Curious and a little hesitant, he reached over and ran a hand through a few of the feathers on Scott's wings experimentally. When Scott didn’t tell him off, or shove him away, he gained a little bit more confidence. Fwhip did the motion a few more times, until he was basically petting Scott’s wings. If the Count squinted he could see the tips of the elves' ears burning bright red.

"Bold aren't you." Scott muttered, face starting to visibly heat up. Fwhip just hummed in response, continuing to run his hands through the elves' silky feathers. Scott leaned into the touch, though it was a little reluctantly.

They started talking again, chatting about whatever random subject came to their minds. Fwhip still gave the others wings an occasional pet, enjoying the soft texture of the pretty white feathers. Scott always had his own response to the Count’s teasing gestures, resting a hand on his arm, moving so their faces were only inches apart or running a hand along his upper arm or thigh casually, as if all of these were perfectly normal and platonic gestures. Fwhip flushed a deep red every time, no matter how hard he tried to hide it with a drink that was quickly starting to (and eventually did) run out.

He was reaching over again, wanting to teasingly pets the elves' wings again. As he moved to do so Scott started to stand slowly and elbowed his side to get the Count’s attention. Curious, Fwhip did the same, watching as the elf nodded towards the center of the room.

People were beginning to dance now, Fwhip noticed. It wasn't much, just a few slow dances and a few couples doing other types of dances as well, but it was certainly setting the mood. He glanced to the side, catching his elven friend's eye. It seemed they were having similar thoughts, and Scott leaned into his space a little bit more.

"Care for a little dance?" Scott muttered close to his ear, holding out a hand. Fwhip smiled as he took it wordlessly, allowing himself to be dragged out to the dance floor.

They ended up doing more of a slow dance, doing so right in the thick of their fellow dancers. Scott, who was a little taller than him, smiled down at the Count. One of his hands was placed on the ginger's hips, the other holding Fwhip’s hand in his own, and the Count moved to match the same position. Scott had decided to waltz, apparently, and Fwhip tried not to focus on the burning sensation of his friend's touch; though that was pretty hard.

The two rulers didn't dance for long, having as short of a waltz as they could manage. Fwhip leaned in with a sly smile, bumping their noses together teasingly. Scott twirled him around in response, the elf giggling up a storm when he saw how flushed and breathless the unexpected move made him.

Fwhip held onto his drawing partner tightly after that, momentarily off balance after the sudden spin. "Asshole." He hissed lightly, no real irritation in his tone. Scott, sensing the ginger might need a small break after that, just smiled and stopped their little waltz.

"You want another drink?' Scott asked, holding onto his hand and sweeping him off the dance floor. Fwhip just nodded in agreement, finding himself a little mesmerized by the man in front of him. It was just for a second, but Fwhip found himself getting lost in Scott’s smile, the way his eyes crinkled and the way his well kept cyan hair was starting to become messy for all the dancing and constant movement. Scott was beautiful, he really was, and this wouldn’t be the first or last time the Count was mesmerized thinking about it.

They slowly made their way back to their original table, and Fwhip was a little surprised to see that their three cups still remained. He'd honestly expected someone to take the seats by now.

Scott went to grab his empty cup, and Fwhip saw another opportunity to fluster him. He slipped behind the elf, chest lightly flushed against Scott’s wings and chin rest on the taller man's shoulder. "I'll get it for you, dear~" He muttered in the elf's ear, putting his hand over Scott’s and taking the object from it. His other hand rested teasingly on his waist.

"What a gentleman." Scott huffed, voice surprisingly composed. His face was flushed once again, and Fwhip was close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off of it. He smiled in satisfaction, glad his little idea had been such a success. He reached over Scott’s other side, quickly scooping up him and his sisters cups.

"Of course!" He purred, deliberately running a gloved hand through Scott's wings as he began to shift away. Before Fwhip turned around, he would swear he saw the ruler shiver at the action.

He made his way back to the drink table, throwing away Gem’s unused glass and grabbing whatever liquid he'd grabbed the first time when he reached the table again. The Count was barely able to pour a drop into his own cup, let alone Scott's, before Sausage had found him. He smiled at his friend, seeing the brunette for the first time since the little party started.

Mythland’s ruler drew him into a conversation quickly and the Count was only able to fill up one glass before his plans for more flirting were derailed.

Sausage soon grabbed Fwhip, taking him away from Scott and to a group of some of their other fellow rulers. He felt a pang of disappointment at that, wings twitching against his back. Distantly, he felt the gaze of Rivendell’s ruler burning into his back, and sensed a similar feeling of disappointment from the elf as well.

From the corner of his eye, the Count saw Fwhip be swept into a small click of elves soon after his own departure. He decided that if he couldn't talk to Scott, he'd just have to be a tease from far away. The half dragon had been committed to flirting for the night, and he wasn’t one to back away from a commitment like that.

Fwhip had stayed within eyesight of Rivendell's ruler deliberately, sort of like a small tease. He’d cast little alluring glances at Scott throughout the rest of night, and found the other’s gaze on him quite often. The Count hid his satisfied smirk behind his drink at multiple points, listening to whatever Sausage was on about at the moment. He’d separated from his friend after a while, mostly because the room was starting to get crowded as the night went on and that he wanted to go tease a certain someone some more.

To say the least, Fwhip wasn't very surprised when Scott took his chance to pull him away from everyone else.

When both of them had wandered away from tge others and had ended up in a rather crowded area Scott had beelined for him, stealing him away from the rest of the party and off to some random part of the castle. He'd ended up trapping them both in a hallway closet, thankfully having the sense to lock the door behind them. Scott shoved Fwhip against the closet's wall, hands gripping his shoulders firmly. Which wasn’t very hard to do, as closets tended to be not very big. Fwhip, not knowing what to do with his own hands, placed them on Scott's hips and acted like he didn't see the full body shiver the action sent through the other man.

"What is it now, darling?" Fwhip asked, feigning surprise. He added on the pet name just to be cheeky, maybe rile up the elf a little more. It seemed to work, indicated by a flush spreading through the other's cheeks.

"The teasing, the wing pets , Fwhip. It's driving me insane ." Scott nearly growled, his grip on the ginger becoming tight enough to hurt a little. Fwhip didn’t mind that much though, it was almost enjoyable, the pain was.

"Well, I do have wings of my own," The half dragon muttered slowly. "I do know how sensitive they can be." He ran his fingers through Scott's feathers again as he spoke, smirking. The elven king shivered under him, knees beginning to buckle. Scott gave him a light glare in return, and Fwhip felt his smirk grow wider. If he'd known the elf was this easy to excite he'd have done it ages ago.

"You look quite pretty right now. Like this~" He muttered, leaning in closer until their noses momentarily brushed against each other.

"Like what? A mess?" There was a slight hint of sass in the elf’s voice, blue eyes rolling fondly at the Count. At least he had an idea of what his appearance might be.

"No, all ruined just for me." Scott flushed deep red at the words. It was such a nice color on him, and Fwhip wanted to see it more often.

"I got you all worked up, didn't I?" The Count continued with a grin, beginning to pet Scott’s hair as the other leaned on him. The elf was normally well kept, his feathers preened perfectly and an expression as cold as his kingdom. Now Scott was disheveled, his hair askew and face bright red. He looked up at Fwhip with need, which was kinda hot, he had to admit. Scott simply made a small whine in response, wrapping his arms around the Count’s neck.

"You want me to do something about it?" The Count lowered his voice again, leaning in one more time until their breaths mingled together.

"Oh, yes please ." Scott whispered, almost begged, and Fwhip wasted no time at all. He captured the other's lips quickly and without a moment's hesitation, earning a strangled sound of pleasure from the elf. Scott’s lips were cool and pleasant against his, having a kind of sweetness to them that Fwhip easily found himself getting lost in. Scott seemed to be getting lost in the moment as well, considering the plethora of noises he made. Not that Fwhip minded, those little whines and such were like music to his ears, egging him on further.

He entered Scott’s mouth with little resistance, the other letting him slip his tongue in after a few bites to his bottom lip. The Count grabbed the back of Scott’s head, tilting it to the side for better access. In return one of Scott’s hands moved to frame his jaw, cupping it gently. Fwhip let out a whine, a cold thumb starting to trace along his adams apple. He kept his hand on the back of the elves head, pulling against soft blue hair every so often.

Scott took sudden control of the kiss, slipping his own tongue into Fwhip’s mouth and kissing him into the cold, white wall against his back. The Count let out a muffled moan, one of Scott’s knees teasingly being placed between his legs.

They separated soon after, lungs burning from lack of oxygen. Both of them were breathless, panting heavily from a lack of air. Fwhip smiled slightly to himself, leaning the back of his head against the wall.

"You're a good kisser." Scott gasped between breaths, knee pressing between the others legs more.

Fwhip ignored how he blushed at the motion, trying to stick to his earlier boldness. "And you look so hot right now." He growled lightly, leaning down again as soon as he’d fully caught his breath. Scott made a noise as his lips were captured again, a hand going to frantically grip at the Count’s hair.

The kisses began slowly trailing downwards, Fwhip losing himself in the moment a little. He pressed light, teasing kisses along Scott’s jawline, beginning to move his collar aside ever so slightly. Scott made a whine above him, one that got louder when chapped lips brushed against his throat. Fwhip smiled into Scott’s cool skin, pressing the first of many open mouthed kisses to the elves neck.

Scott whined in pleasure as more marks were placed by the minute, Fwhip sucking and biting at multiple spots. He pulled away with a wet popping sound, starting to move downwards even more, towards Scott shoulder blades and upper chest.

" More ," Scott begged suddenly, causing Fwhip to glance upward. The elf was even more of a mess than he was before, somehow. He was panting heavily again, gaze half lidded as he desperately clutched at coarse red hair. Now that was quite the nice sight indeed, and Fwhip would definitely file this information away for later.

The Count did as requested, placing more and more hickeys and small bite marks to Scott’s pale skin, going scandalously low before starting to move back upwards once more. Fwhip made his own occasional whine or groan, enjoying the feeling of hands tugging at his hair.

He pulled back slightly, the sound of footsteps alarming the Count. Fwhip shushed Scott with a growl, one more instinctual than anything, before resuming his work. Scott made small noises despite this, which earned him a harder bite to the neck each time. Whoever it was seemed to pass by without any suspicions of something…risqué going on nearby, and the footsteps eventually faded into nothing. The Count was a tad surprised, as Scott wasn't exactly quiet, but if it worked it worked he supposed.

He placed even more marks along Scott’s neck, moving back to his jawline until their lips were pressing together again. He slipped his tongue into the else's mouth instantly, teeth nipping his bottom lip. Scott groaned into him, kissing back almost in a frenzied and hungry way, like he was still starving for Fwhip’s touch.

They pulled away again after a long moment, Fwhip feeling even more breathless than he had after their first few kisses just a few minutes earlier. Scott leaned forward, resting his forehead against the Count’s. The elf hummed quietly, beginning to lightly play with his hair. Fwhip huffed fondly and pressed a few more softer kisses to Scott’s skin, ones less risqué then before but still enough to edge the other on a little further.

Another bad idea popped into his head during the slow moment, one he acted on with Scott’s quiet noises filling his ears all the while. Fwhip teasingly ran a hand along Scott’s thigh a few times, a little too close to the inside of it, claws gently scraping fabric. Fwhip smirked widely at the reaction it garnered. The elf let out a louder, strangled whine at the action, tightening his grasp on Fwhip’s hair. " Mmhm " Scott hummed, grip on the Count’s hair tightening just a little.

"W-we should probably stop," Scott muttered a moment later, his flusteredness casting him to stumble over his words.

"Aww, but we're having so much fun." Fwhip whined, a small pout spreading across his face.

"They'll be wondering where we are, darling." Fwhip turned red again at the pet name. "Gem’s expecting us, remember?" Scott reminded him, giving the Count a light kiss to dispel his pouting face.

“Fine,’ Fwhip sighed dramatically, moving away from the elf. He supposed Scott was right, and that Gem would probably be looking for them soon. She'd left the two a few hours ago at this point, and it would not be a good look if they stumbled back into the main crowd looking like complete messes.

Fwhip reached over again to fix Scott’s collar, trying to hide the marks best he could. Despite a few lighter ones along his jaw, Scott looked perfectly fine and put together. Well except for his hair, which was the next thing the Count was going to fix.

He ran his finger through soft cyan hair, parting and ruffling it until it looked close enough to its usual style and tucking away stray pieces best he could. When he was done Scott did the same to him, adjusting his collar, fixing his hair, and leaning in afterwards for a chaste little kiss.

“We could always resume this later though, in my quarters at Rivendell?” Scott asked in a whisper, fixing the Count with a half lidded gaze as he pulled away.

Fwhip nodded, feeling his face heat up for the hundredth time that night. "I'd love to." He whispered back, a smile slowly making its way onto his face.

"Well, now that's settled," Scott smiled at him, voice raised slightly above his previous whisper tone. "We have a party to get back too!" He grabbed the Count’s hand, and his other one grabbed the doorknob of their little closet's door. The two giggled quietly as they stumbled back into the open, and Fwhip found himself becoming lost in Scott's presence once again.

#scwhip my beloved

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