'I hope you're good with your mind as you are with your hands...' Huo Da sneered, motioning with his hands to the chair opposite of him to take the other side of the chess-game. 'I hope you grew some brains so we can test it out.' He puffed on his pipe, watching the smoke thoughtfully.

Fight....


Ahmon's hands worked on full force, trying to get the Kahin forget about mental battles and just succumb to what was being offered.
'Ahem...'
Ahmon looked over his shoulder, Xiao Chuan standing there, looking rather flustered.
'What?'
'I came to check on Sir's tail. But I see you are busy here so I will just... yeah I'll just-'
'Join in on the fun. The more, the merrier.' Ahmon let out, Xiao Chuan nearly tripping over his own feet as he now practically seemed to teleport out, in reality he just fled like light.
Ahmon laughed then turned his attention back, giving a firm jerk as he bit down on Lorn's nipple.

(Omg... Why did I ever think Ahmon was innocent!?)

Lan stood for a moment in silence, then strode over to the chessboard and sat down where directed. He had half a mind to fight this man for real, but he had come here to read books, so chess would be a close second. Lan had always liked chess when he first found out about it. It took a lot of trouble for him to finally have a set of his own, since not many foreign traders ever went to Tibet.

He flicked a piece forward, not bothering to try the four move checkmate on this one.

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Half of Lorn's mind knew what was happening, but it was being drowned out fairly quickly by what his body was screaming for. His groin felt hot, and every touch sent more tingles up his spine. He found himself remembering the sensations earlier, and with another gasp, he let himself go, moving in response to Ahmon's touches.

His golden eyes opened only a little, and though he registered Xiao Chuan's presence, the rest was a haze. He stared back at Ahmon with glazed eyes, his skin pink and slightly damp with perspiration. Even before Xiao had left, he was reaching out, hesitantly seeking Ahmon's manhood as well.

(because he was so silent and sick before?)

Huo Da puffed his pipe and did a lazy move 'In the need of a book? The library is always open, plus a good hiding spot from xiao mai. She'd never step in here.' A twinkle of amusement was in his eyes as he looked at Lan. Holding a book on his lap.


Ahmon nipped at Lorn's delicate ear, hands working him and let out a groan as he felt where the Kahin's hands ventured to 'That's the spirit...' He let out, lips pushing hungrily onto Lorn's. 'Tell me, did you want to continue this when we had to stop?' He asked, kissing and nipping all over.

(Yeah, he was all weak and dollish XD)

Lan watched the pipe-sucking librarian as he made another move. His gaze was completely blank, but it was thoughtful at the same time. He was never too fond of women, though to be fair, he had met very few in his life and most of them have been loud or silly. "Got any books on flowers?"

He had seen them in Jiang's room, but has no idea what kind they were. It made the avatar realize he knew about three different types of flowers, and he suspected two of them were the same plants growing in different regions.

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Lorn shuddered involuntarily as he felt contact with his ear, he had never realized how sensitive they would be if he was aroused, and was completely unprepared. His cock hardened in Ahmon's grasp and another moan escaped his lips. His own hands found their target, caressing the heated flesh inexpertly through Ahmon's clothing.

He merely nodded in response to the question at first, too busy trying to choke down whimpers and mews. Then, as his mind lifted through the haze of pleasure enough to think, he leaned closer to Ahmon and whispered hoarsely. "Yes. ... Please don't stop this time."

Huo Da blew the smoke towards Lan and opened his book 'You're not going to do something funny and give him the flower before knowing what it means? He'd appreciate that more...' Lies, all lies. It would entertain the household for a good five minutes before they'd get back to their usual chores.

'8th panel, 5th shelf, 37th book on the left.' He pointed oh so casually at it without looking in that direction.

The avatar stared at the librarian a while longer, then got up and went to the shelf he had indicated. Then a thought struck him. "That red furball who hit me earlier, he gave Jiang flowers?" The thought was... hilarious, but it was easy to see why the man would do it. The flowers had a lot of presence in that room. That and the cat seemed impressionable.

He waved his hand and formed one of the flowers with frost, it was so delicate that a mere ray of sunlight would melt it. "If I gave him one it wouldn't last. I am not good with plants."

Most flowers wilt or shrivel up when he was around, winter isn't the best gardener. Lan pulled out the book he wanted and looked through the pages. "Rose," he finally said. "... These all look different."

Huo Da puffed and chuckled at the alias for Lorn 'He gave them and wasn't shy about it either. It had the Squirt laughing for a good while. Good intentions that brat has.' He blew out the smoke and watched it deform in the air.

'Roses grow the way they want to. There is a type, called winter rose. Ah. But the red ones were the Lady's favorite. A weird choice seeing as she resided on the North pole. Ah... a beautiful way to remember her.' He closed his eyes shortly

'Oi, banana bags. Plants respond to emotions. Instead of killing it at once, try freezing it.' He puffed.

Lan flipped through the book for a few more minutes then put it back where he had found it. Roses were so ... varied. Just one type of flower should not be able to form so many shapes and still be called the same flower. He yawned as he sat back down in front of the chess game.

"Which Lady was that?" Lan asked, choosing to ignore banana bags for now. "Jiang and Ahmon's mother?"

'Bingo. The Lady was a ray of sunshine in that cold world. Always wearing a rose in her hair. How a human managed to live in that cold world for so long is beyond me. But she did it. I suspect, she was able to pass as something else for a small percentage. After all, Jiang isn't human at all.' He paused, looking at Yi who had materialized behind Lan as he had sat down again.

'Do you inquire any type of refreshments? Beverages, snacks, tabacco?' The latter was said with a hint of sarcasm, in which Huo Da eagerly responded to

'Well, why you're at it. More tobacco to add to my stash, tea with just one scoop of honey and just the right temperature. Crackers to go with the tea and... sandwhiches. You need anything sunshine?' He asked Lan, finally considering the boy after his order.
Clearly he had a little game going on with Yi, who's eye slightly twitched from the order.

Lan leaned back in the chair and tried to imagine a human walking around in the icy world that he inhabited, especially one wearing delicate red roses. He couldn't really find a believable image so gave up. He debated about challenging the butler to another bout, but his grumbling stomach decided matters for him.

"Fried chicken, apple sorbet, Black Sobranies cigarettes and an Ardbeg whiskey." He said after Huo Da had made his order. The avatar watched the butler's reaction eagerly.

Yi closed his eyes shortly, as he re-opened them, his eye twitched a bit more. '... Pigs...' He muttered as he turned away and vanished.

'That's the spirit. Now. How about another match while we wait for the geezer to juggle our food in. Watch and learn boy. Watch and learn. The best is yet to come.' He puffed with a smirk, content with the boy for now.

Jiang's foul mood staggered into the library, leaning on the door as he had closed it behind him '... Hide... me.' He stammered, his hair was braided and there were ribbons and other frilly things on him and clearly he had fought a battle to get away as he breathed heavily.
'... Insane... can't trap in ice... tired... save yourselves... not afraid of library anymore...' He staggered over to the ladder and started climbing it 'Must... escape...' crawling on top of the book shelves and kicked the ladder away.

Huo Da had followed Jiang with his eyes, closing his book 'You heard the man. We've got a code red.'

Lan allowed himself a smirk as Yi went away, that was a win of a sort. He was about to relax and get into the spirit of another game when the door came open to reveal a rather ... frilly Jiang. His pale gaze followed his owner as he scrambled up for safety atop a bookcase, rather like a walrus searches for ice floats away from sharks.

He got up quickly and carefully edged towards a bookcase himself. The reason he'd come to the library was really to get away. He was completely unsure how to deal with women. He had the vague idea they were expected to be allowed some courtesies, but wasn't sure if that meant he should not try and kill any.

It didn't take long or the door was swept open 'Ji~Ji~!!!' Xiao Mai called out, holding a basket with more frilly things. She looked quite normal actually, not as deadly tired as Jiang, then again, the female wasn't the one on the receiving end.
Huo Da had conveniently disappeared, leaving the two men behind to fend for themselves.
'Don't think I can't find you, you lot are very easy to track down...' She locked the door behind her and walked a few steps until she was by the chess game 'Ohohohoho, so here's where that boy went. I promise I won't do anything to you if you come out. You will have to eat eventually.' She cheered, clapping her hands at the same time.

Lan was definitely not about to follow that direction. He cursed Huo Da silently for disappearing, then in a puff of frost, he was positioned on top of one of the bookcases, with a carefully placed mirror of ice between himself and the world. It was an old trick, but it made him blend in better he knew. His pale form wouldn't have any chance of hiding out otherwise.

He wondered what kind of a strange household has servants that the masters couldn't handle. Then again, this family did purchase him off Mirk. Which said a lot for masochism.

Reserve this for a post and so we won't lose it >_>