"Would you get out of there?" Drew huffed in exasperation as he saw the sinuous form of his lover once again basking in the fiery glow of his newest piece of kitchen equipment.
The long tongue flicked in and out, unconcerned by Drew's irritation. Drew sighed. At least Ren had stayed out of the oven this time. He'd almost lost his sous chef over *that* little incident.
"You know, if the health inspector turns up now, they're not going let me keep my rating if they find you in the salamander!" Drew gave an insistent tug on the tip of the long, colorful tail - the only thing he could pull without burning himself. Ren didn't even bother to glance in Drew's direction - not as if he could see much but a fuzzy white outline in any case - but an increase in tougue flicking let Drew know that Ren was about to move.
And sure enough, moments later, after a stomach roiling blur in which Ren somehow moved from inside the new grill to standing *behind* him completely naked, Drew heard the low, smooth voice of his lover murmur "But I *am* a salamander, love. And it's *warm*."
"Maybe, but it's for heating food, not your wrinkly reptilian arse." Really, Ren needed to have a little more respect - Drew had built this business from the ground up! How was he to know the heritage building he'd purchased to base it in, was inhabited by a fire elemental forced into long term hibernation by a lack of heat?
"I thought you *liked* my arse!" He could feel Ren's lips pouting against the skin of his neck.
"You know I do. Just not in my kitchen equipment."
"Hmm . . what about in your *other* equipment?"
"Other equipment?"
"Yes . . . . other equipment. I promise to stay out of your salamander, if you promise to take me upstairs and heat me up with your *other* equipment."
"Oh, *that* equipment," Drew turned in his lover's arms and rubbed their noses together. The night was over, the kitchen shut down - it wouldn't matter if he got lizard all over his whites. "Lizard-boy, you got yourself a deal." And such was Ren's interest in getting warm, he didn't even stop to complain about the nickname before leading Drew upstairs to their apartment.
(Hehehe, I'm on a kitchen equipment kick and started wondering what would happen if there was a salamander in your salamander. Tehehehe).
Drew groaned deeply as he thrust himself again and again into his lover's hot, muscular and completely willing body. Ren was deep into his lust, lost in it, bright jewel colors rippling over his skin as his arousal caused his magic to come to the fore.
"Oh yeah," Drew gasped as he drove his dick in again, deep and hard. "Hot as hell. So good."
Ren cried out with each brutal stroke. "God, yes, yes, spit roast me baby, do it!" His hips arched up to meet each thrust of Drew's cock, his arse so exquisitely tight that Drew barely noticed his lover had lapsed into kitchen metaphors again.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," Ren continued to moan, his thighs angling up to hook over Drew's shoulders. "Fill me baby, fill me with your cream. Burn me up so good."
"Jesus Christ, sweetheart, gonna kill me . . ." Drew bent down to steal a kiss from that fiery mouth. Ren had taken quite a bit of time - both literally and figuratively - to warm up to Drew when Drew found him huddling against the back of the woodfired pizza oven the first time he'd cranked it up after installation. But now? Oh yeah, now they were on fire.
Drew howled as he felt his balls tighten and his seed shoot through his cock and into Ren's grasping body. Ren growled in response, arching up to sink small sharp fangs into Drew's neck as he spilled liquid heat between them. The teeth stayed in place, Ren gnawing a bit as Drew collapsed on top of him. They were sticky and sweaty and Drew felt as if his skin had been lightly sunburned. He pressed his face into the side of Ren's hair, breathing in the smokey, spicy scent of his lover, and once again giving thanks that their love-making hadn't incinerated him.
(Authors note: I'm making stuff about mythical salamanders up. But this is where I'm at - Ren's salamander form is roughly based on the Giant Japanese Salamander for shape and size, only he's not as ugly. For color and prettiness he's more like the smaller ones which can be red, blue, yellow, spotty, splotchy etc. Given he's more of a mythological archetype with roots in both Japanese and European legends, he has some control over how he appears in terms of size and color. Salamanders do often have small sharp teeth, although I didn't discover this until I'd already written the bitey bit. As for where he comes from - I'm thinking Drew lives somewhere that's cold a lot of the time - so maybe where I live heheheh - and Ren ended up there through some sort trickery or betrayal and because it never got warm enough for long enough for him to save himself, he ended up falling into hibernation. Until Drew came along and turned the really old stone building Ren was stuck in into a restaurant with all those lovely heated appliances. Ironically, although in the distant past Ren was a blacksmith, somewhere along the way he went to culinary school, and is now a pastry chef - so he does all the desserts for Drew, and complains bitterly about having to go into the walk in freezer so often. He does tend try to sleep in the ovens etc as often as possible, and has a penchant for curling up in the pizza oven when Drew isn't looking. He also rarely leaves the building where it's nice and warm cos he really really REALLY hates the cold - fortunately when Drew renovated the building he included a lovely, big, warm, cozy apartment above the restaurant with a huge log fire. Unsurprisingly this is where Ren spends most of his spare time. Fortunately, given he's a chef, Drew doesn't mind it being hot all the time.)
No, evidently I didn't read this. Thank You. So REn is a Japanese-European salamander cross and he was betrayed or maliciously tricked into an environment that wasn't the most comfortable for salamanders. You do realize that you'll need either a reveal and/or confrontation with whoever did this, if they're still alive? Just saying.
NINJA FIC!! (Drew says there is only one Ren - thank goodness - and he's not sharing. I would recommend you wait until the next time Drew find Ren in the oven in the middle of a fully booked Saturday night dinner service when the restaurant is understaffed. Then you're likely to have more luck.)
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Date: 2015-09-18 07:33 am (UTC)The long tongue flicked in and out, unconcerned by Drew's irritation. Drew sighed. At least Ren had stayed out of the oven this time. He'd almost lost his sous chef over *that* little incident.
"You know, if the health inspector turns up now, they're not going let me keep my rating if they find you in the salamander!" Drew gave an insistent tug on the tip of the long, colorful tail - the only thing he could pull without burning himself. Ren didn't even bother to glance in Drew's direction - not as if he could see much but a fuzzy white outline in any case - but an increase in tougue flicking let Drew know that Ren was about to move.
And sure enough, moments later, after a stomach roiling blur in which Ren somehow moved from inside the new grill to standing *behind* him completely naked, Drew heard the low, smooth voice of his lover murmur "But I *am* a salamander, love. And it's *warm*."
"Maybe, but it's for heating food, not your wrinkly reptilian arse." Really, Ren needed to have a little more respect - Drew had built this business from the ground up! How was he to know the heritage building he'd purchased to base it in, was inhabited by a fire elemental forced into long term hibernation by a lack of heat?
"I thought you *liked* my arse!" He could feel Ren's lips pouting against the skin of his neck.
"You know I do. Just not in my kitchen equipment."
"Hmm . . what about in your *other* equipment?"
"Other equipment?"
"Yes . . . . other equipment. I promise to stay out of your salamander, if you promise to take me upstairs and heat me up with your *other* equipment."
"Oh, *that* equipment," Drew turned in his lover's arms and rubbed their noses together. The night was over, the kitchen shut down - it wouldn't matter if he got lizard all over his whites. "Lizard-boy, you got yourself a deal." And such was Ren's interest in getting warm, he didn't even stop to complain about the nickname before leading Drew upstairs to their apartment.
(Hehehe, I'm on a kitchen equipment kick and started wondering what would happen if there was a salamander in your salamander. Tehehehe).
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Date: 2015-09-18 12:00 pm (UTC)though I had to google kitchen-salamander having no clue what they were.
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Date: 2015-09-18 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-18 10:45 pm (UTC)*****
Drew groaned deeply as he thrust himself again and again into his lover's hot, muscular and completely willing body. Ren was deep into his lust, lost in it, bright jewel colors rippling over his skin as his arousal caused his magic to come to the fore.
"Oh yeah," Drew gasped as he drove his dick in again, deep and hard. "Hot as hell. So good."
Ren cried out with each brutal stroke. "God, yes, yes, spit roast me baby, do it!" His hips arched up to meet each thrust of Drew's cock, his arse so exquisitely tight that Drew barely noticed his lover had lapsed into kitchen metaphors again.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," Ren continued to moan, his thighs angling up to hook over Drew's shoulders. "Fill me baby, fill me with your cream. Burn me up so good."
"Jesus Christ, sweetheart, gonna kill me . . ." Drew bent down to steal a kiss from that fiery mouth. Ren had taken quite a bit of time - both literally and figuratively - to warm up to Drew when Drew found him huddling against the back of the woodfired pizza oven the first time he'd cranked it up after installation. But now? Oh yeah, now they were on fire.
Drew howled as he felt his balls tighten and his seed shoot through his cock and into Ren's grasping body. Ren growled in response, arching up to sink small sharp fangs into Drew's neck as he spilled liquid heat between them. The teeth stayed in place, Ren gnawing a bit as Drew collapsed on top of him. They were sticky and sweaty and Drew felt as if his skin had been lightly sunburned. He pressed his face into the side of Ren's hair, breathing in the smokey, spicy scent of his lover, and once again giving thanks that their love-making hadn't incinerated him.
(Authors note: I'm making stuff about mythical salamanders up. But this is where I'm at - Ren's salamander form is roughly based on the Giant Japanese Salamander for shape and size, only he's not as ugly. For color and prettiness he's more like the smaller ones which can be red, blue, yellow, spotty, splotchy etc. Given he's more of a mythological archetype with roots in both Japanese and European legends, he has some control over how he appears in terms of size and color. Salamanders do often have small sharp teeth, although I didn't discover this until I'd already written the bitey bit. As for where he comes from - I'm thinking Drew lives somewhere that's cold a lot of the time - so maybe where I live heheheh - and Ren ended up there through some sort trickery or betrayal and because it never got warm enough for long enough for him to save himself, he ended up falling into hibernation. Until Drew came along and turned the really old stone building Ren was stuck in into a restaurant with all those lovely heated appliances. Ironically, although in the distant past Ren was a blacksmith, somewhere along the way he went to culinary school, and is now a pastry chef - so he does all the desserts for Drew, and complains bitterly about having to go into the walk in freezer so often. He does tend try to sleep in the ovens etc as often as possible, and has a penchant for curling up in the pizza oven when Drew isn't looking. He also rarely leaves the building where it's nice and warm cos he really really REALLY hates the cold - fortunately when Drew renovated the building he included a lovely, big, warm, cozy apartment above the restaurant with a huge log fire. Unsurprisingly this is where Ren spends most of his spare time. Fortunately, given he's a chef, Drew doesn't mind it being hot all the time.)
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Date: 2015-09-19 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-25 02:15 am (UTC)So REn is a Japanese-European salamander cross and he was betrayed or maliciously tricked into an environment that wasn't the most comfortable for salamanders. You do realize that you'll need either a reveal and/or confrontation with whoever did this, if they're still alive? Just saying.
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Date: 2015-09-19 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-19 04:41 am (UTC)