This event would help the trickster greatly at creating chaos. Even without his plan, there was already panic and disruption in the air. Oh, how everyone must be going out of their mind right now. Trick was lucky he wasn't so big, for he had to eat less to keep him going. Perhaps, when the swarm settled down, he would pay Depp a visit to talk about this disaster. He chuckled softly, his eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the night and the shadows of the cave. Would there be fights about food now? War? The raven male could hardly wait for it to happen.

You know what bugged him now? No one had even asked for his true name yet. Surely they weren't all as stupid as to think a mother would call their child Trick? That was just asking for the kid to grow up a thief and a manipulator. He was willing to share his name, as long as they didn't keep calling him that name. He was Trick, not Wylie at all. Besides, the name Wylie only brought back sad memories. He sighed, his warm breath meeting that of the cool cave. The Crook was nice. At least they didn't have to sleep awfully close to each other. Would there still be someone awake at this hour? Someone that couldn't sleep because of all the destruction going on outside? 

Should he talk or retreat?

Meh. Obviously talk. Teag strutted towards the swarthy male, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips, green eyes glittering mischievously. "Having fun, Tricky?" he drawled out, winking.

Trick was just imaging him on a big rock, watching Teekon burn at his feet, when shuffling - ever so silently- made him aware of the present. He was no ruler yet, and with preggie screamer being alpha female now, things would get harder. Females were smarter than males - him being an exception, of course ;)- and therefore it would be harder to win her trust. He was, however, slightly excited for pups. He didn't know why, but he liked wolves better when they were small and vulnerable... And fluffy and cute. He would never say it out loud, but he had a soft spot for small ones.

He almost jumped at a male's voice, one he almost didn't recognize. Uhmm, what was this man's name again? Oh, he was sure he remembered. Tea... Teagan right? Oh, bummer, what did it matter. His face shifted from devious to a concerned one, but in the dark it almost looked like nothing had changed at all. Of course he was having fun! But it wouldn't be the greatest thing to admit, now would it? Of course not! Can't you see we're all doomed? He whispered, trying his best to not wake the others. This could be the end for us all! He dramatized it a bit. And what was with this Tricky? A nickname so soon? Tea-bag knew how to have fun apparently.

Trick snorted softly, not knowing what to think of the foxy man. He acted as if butterflies were fluttering outside in a big group, creating the most beautiful pictures in the sky, instead of destroying locusts. Was this one a sane, or a sinner just like him? He watched the other sit down -almost too close for comfort- with a raised eyebrow. He listened and realized that Teabag was more fun than the most in The Keep at the moment. Sure, Grace was nice and all, but did she know how to have fun?

Trick chuckled lightly. Perhaps you're right. He said, actually knowing that the other was totally right. Their eyes met, and Trick couldn't help but feel as if they had been friends for years. If we are doomed already, better make the last days fun. Trick said, shrugging lightly and letting his head move with it. Of course my name isn't Trick. He responded bluntly. Finally, somehow that noticed how fucking ridiculous it was for a mother to call her child that. Something told him, that him and the red invader of personal space would get along nicely.

Before he could respond again though, the other came closer and he froze. What the hell? He could understand the other's affection for him , the stuck up man that he was, but was he really so feminine that he attracted males as well? Or was Teabag just fucking with him? Whatever the reasoning was, he couldn't help but heat up. Hey! He exclaimed, louder than he had anticipated. He sighed. Oh, what did it matter. It was cold anyway. 

What did you have in mind? Trick asked, only hints of a smirk playing on his lips. 

Trick snorted again, which was kind of becoming his thing the last few days. Of course, how could I have even doubted it. He replied, rolling his eyes with a wide grin. Perhaps he didn't have to make this whole pack suffer. He would spare Teabag and Grace, and maybe even the small pup. But Kunkun would be the first to die, that was for fucking sure. Trick actually laughed out loud at the modern talk of the other male. It was so weird, for he had only ever spoken formerly. Indeed, brah. He tried, pronouncing it in a really British sounding accent.

Teaba- Teagan isn't such a bad name either. He returned. Buuut, if you must, you can call me Wylie. He revealed with a side-eye and a smirk. Had the other's touches been weird? Yes. Did that make it unpleasant? Not at all. Trick found himself even scooting closer. He was cold, that was all. Sleeping alone on the cold rocks in a dark cave with wolves he truly didn't give a shit about did that to a man. 

The other's words made Trick both flustered and confused. Was Teabag here really hitting on him -yeah, of course he was, Trick was handsome fella-? Your look pleases me as well. He responded. What? Was he really going to lie to him? Nah, this was just mindless fun. something that will make me forget about the world outside would be great.

Teagan smiled when he noticed his companion scooting closer, and in turn, Teag moved ever so slightly towards Trick. "I know. I mean, who can resist this-" he gestured at himself, "-hot package." He said with a smirk. The coywolf began moving downwards, his teeth that had been preening Trick's nape wandering down the raven-furred wolf's back. "What, exactly do you want, darling?" he breathed into the man's fur, tongue teasingly grooming the hairs there. "

Trick was indeed a jerk. A big one, sometimes. But to call him a heartbreaker wasn't right. He had never had a girlfriend -or boyfriend for that matter-, ever. He had pushed most that cared about him out of his life and there had been no time for romance of any sort. He hadn't even stoop so low as to fake affection to get what he wanted. He knew he could, but that would require actual contact with someone, something he really couldn't deal with- not even for the show. Fake friendship; bring it on, but romance? Hmm, perhaps it was time to use his charms as well. Maybe Kunkun would even get the hots for him, he thought with a smirk.

Why not just go all the way with something like, uhm, I don't know, Hotguy. He joked. It's a lot more specific, let me tell you that. He followed. He laughed again, a low, rich voice filling the cave. He couldn't care less if he woke the others now, they were all going to die anyway! They could sleep when they were dead. Sure can, Bobby. He teased.

Absolutely nobody. He hummed, clearly being sarcastic but not in a mean way. Perfection. He made a kissing noise with his mouth like a Frenchman would do. The other's touches were intensifying, going slowly down his back. I'm cold, boo. Was the only thing he could mutter. He wasn't going to be specific, that wasn't his style.

 

Trick liked to think he was not capable of love, of true affection of any kind. He had been like this ever since his mother died, which was when he was around 3 months or so. His heart was like stone to him where nobody would ever get, or so he thought. Loving someone would only bring pain, destruction, and he couldn't deal with those emotions. He was better of on his own, he always told himself whenever he was lonely. When his travels had begun, he had built a wall around him that would protect his quite fragile stone heart.

You bet I am. He said totally serious. He praised himself for his wit and intelligence more than he praised himself for his dark plans. He was practically as smart as a female. You got to step up your game if you want to come up with a name so brilliant, so sophisticated, as mine. He bragged sarcastically. He laughed right with the heartbreaker. It was as if they were drunk gay guys at a bar. I wouldn't dare to call you Bobby again, Bobby-dear. He now teased, grinning like a madman. Two could play this game. This horribly satisfying game.

I know a lot. He huffed, laying down as the other caressed him. Just as Trick was getting into it, his warm damp fur was left alone and the warmth of Teabag was gone. The fuck? He popped his head up again, trying to make out Teagan's face in the darkness of the cave. He scooted closer again. Was he not good enough for him anymore? He found the other's neck and -if Teabag would let him- started nibbling on his fur and skin.

"Babe, I'll bang your ass hard if you call me Bobby again," Teagan said bluntly, cocking an amused eyebrow. "Though, to be fair, I'll do it even if you don't call me Bobby. You're too darn cute, hun," the coywolf said in complete honesty. This game was hella fun; he'd missed playing this. Warbone was great, but, well, Trick was better verbally and sometimes, Teag liked it when others were more verbal, y'know. That actually sounded so wrong. Way worse than he thought.

 

Trick's walls were high and thick, as if he were living in his own personal castle. He had his upstairs where he kept his absolutely brilliant ideas and dark plans. There was his core, a stone heart guarded by soldiers with sharp spears, always mad and protecting his core from any pain. They had done a lot of fighting, especially in his teen years, and they had mastered the art of fighting. Then, there was his basement, right underneath his core, a door locking whatever was inside in. There his true emotions played poker against each other every night and the loser had to bang on the door once. No one had ever gone through the door though, the soldiers wouldn't let them.

Cute? Was he just called cute? Ohoh, he wasn't cute. He was dangerously handsome and insanely smart. Maybe the sparkles in his green eyes and the sweet smile he could fake at any given time could be seen as cute, but him as a whole? -and if it was because of his seize, Trick would personally murder Teabag right here... After the banging part that is-. He rolled his emerald green orbs. After we're done, you will never call me cute again. He commented with a smirk. I may look like a wet summer dream, but let me tell you, boo, I'm a true beast when it comes to making love. He warned in his voice as sweet as honey. He may have never done it, but he had stamina for two and was rather dirty-minded.

He went on licking and nibbling the other, making his way up to the side of Teabag's face. There, he boosted himself up - since Teabag was slightly bigger than him- trying to grab his ear playfully.

"Oooh," Teagan smirked, "Threatening now, are we?" he laughed, green eyes twinkling with barely-contained mirth. "Don't worry, babe. You're hot as fuck and..." he licked his lips, "well, fucking is hot." He frowned then, brows knitting together, then he smiled his boyishly charming crooked grin again. "That sounded way better in my head, but whatever, it's still a good pick up line." He shrugged then, his smile growing wider and wider as his brain processed Trick's words. "Well, boo, bring it on. I'll show you what a wet summer dream is really like." He winked.

 

Pff, this man was a complete dork. A hot dork, he had to add, one that knew what he was doing. Trick could appreciate that. Teabag was just being himself, something he couldn't relate to. Respect, brah. Anything sounds hot when you say it, so perhaps that pick-up line might work. He joked. His humor was mostly sarcastic. You should try it with a bear! He exclaimed loudly, laughter following his comment, his advice. Who knows, perhaps Teabag could pull it off. Nothing would surprise the trickster anymore. He did not react to the other comment, too caught up in the moment now to come up with another witty comment.

The other's body rumbled and shook as Teabag chuckled and then growled, making Trick almost lose his balance. It didn't matter, however, since moments later he was back on the ground, ass sticking slightly up as the other's played with his behind. Why the fuck not? With a soft whimper, he surrendered.

He was likable, Trick had to admit. A true bragger, much like himself. Trick had much to learn though on the whole teasing and being sexy thing though. He believed he only had one true admirer, and that had been some weird weirdo girl from the Asgardian Meadow. He didn't even know her name and could barely remember what in the hell she looked like. Right, that's why desperately try to bang me instead of a real woman. He muttered, unsure if it actually was a compliment or not that Teabag chose him over a female.

And now he had fallen victim of some weird gay cave sextape as his behind was checked out from top to bottom. He had to admit though that it didn't feel all that bad. Whether it was a male or not sniffing him out and trying to bang him, as long as it was for one night, he could manage-would actually enjoy it. For a moment, mister-imma-bang-ya stopped, only to jump on Trick slightly muscled frame. He gritted his teeth, unsure of how this was going to be. They were still surrounded by packmates. What if @Kunik would see him like this? @Grace ? oh dear. You really think I have done this before? He growled back. 

 

Trick snorted again at the other's words. Right. He said, clearly not convinced. No one liked him for who he truly was. Sure, they loved his image of a nice-guy or pirate or whatever weird shit they were in to, but no one really knew him. trick himself didn't even know himself, what made the others capable of it? He was a trickster, but underneath that image, what was he? A desperate, fucked up man with a desire to come out of his shell. But that would never happen, not when everything was going so good for the trickster.

As long as I'm not freezing or bored. He replied to Teabag's tease. A specific answer to that question was weird, embarrassing. He looked around, green orbs scanning the dark cave but not detecting any signs of life. He could only hear the soft breathing of Teabag behind him, getting ready for a quick fuck. Whoever wants to watch can watch. He hummed softly, actually getting into the whole idea of getting taken by a guy he barely knew in the cave of his pack that he wanted to destroy. 

At the other's words, Trick almost wanted to tell him that that could never happen. But who was he to crush Teabag's dreams? Somewhere he liked not being known, being all mysterious and shit. It helped him greatly not to know who he was, for his impressions were topnotch because of it. If he wanted to be a pirate, he could become one. If he wanted to be a nice-guy, bippitibooyah there ya go. Want a fuckboy? A prissy little princess? He could fill all the roles. 

I believe you can put on a wonderful show. Trick teased, not even lying or being sarcastic. If Teabag was as good as he presented himself, it would be a true show for any sick minded wolf. He felt his scruff getting grabbed, and he grunted softly. He felt the other enter him and yelped in pain at first but it soon turned into a whimper of pleasure.

This feeling was a mix of pain and pleasure. Or maybe the twisted man liked pain more than anything. He didn't have battle scars, barely fought, but enjoyed seeing others in pain. Now he could feel that way, and it was glorious. As soon as a whimper left his lips, Teagan slowed down and Trick growled in displeasure. It was not a real angry sound, more a way of saying; why did you stop, dalcop? Teabag's whisper tickled his ear and he couldn't help but playfully try to bite his face off. Of course, this was impossible, seeing as how he couldn't turn his head all the way back in this position.

Luckily, the foxy creature didn't stop, and soon their dance became a more painful yet more enjoyable one. Trick panted lightly, his knees getting weak and ass sore. It was awesome, he had to give Teabag that. The pleasure of pain even made the obsidian man reach climax, and soon he wasn't more than a limp body panting heavily. He closed his eyes, not even trying to push the reddish male off him. He was beginning to drift off to sleep, finally, after long hours of being awake.

As Teabag crawled off of him, Trick opened his eyes again in shock, a dull glint in them of tiredness. The sweat of both him and the foxy male had made his perfect silky fur stand up right in a pretty gangster way now, but it was still cold as hell. Well, not as hell of course, since there's only fire there but you get the idea. He scooted over to Teabag's side, nuzzling him to get back the warmth he had stolen. A true show. He answered with a slight chuckle, voice muffled by the soft fur of the other.

Until tomorrow. He whispered in that honey voice of his, confirming that he indeed was going to sleep with Teabag. Not awaiting an answer, the trickster closed his eyes, ready to drift off to sleep with his new, well, friend. Boyfriend? Mhh, who cared.