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kiramaru7Title: The Tale of the Debauched Birthday
Author: kira
Word Count: 1882
World: Licentia
Main Characters: Pashmina, Grande Duke Alexander Saint-Germaine, Noblesse Mwans
Borrow: no
Summary: Pashmina and Alex are at Noblesse’s party, where they get to meet the guest of honor…
Author’s Note: Special thanks go out to Kat for letting me play with Noblesse Mwans and helping me with his dialogue as well as pinking this for me. Please also note, that while Noblesse refers to Alex as Cousin, they are not really related.
Author’s Note 2: Thanks go to Jen for coming up with a great title.
Pashmina held on tightly to Alex’s arm as they mingled with the guests at Noblesse Mwans’ birthday celebration. Alex would occasionally point someone of interest out and few people did come over to chat with them, before moving on to something else. The place was packed, with wall to wall people in various states of dress and undress. It was like a virginity auction gone wild with all of Madrona piled into Madame du Pris’ brothel. He was deathly afraid of losing Alex in the crowd, especially since at one point they had been briefly separated.
Alex patted his beloved kitten’s hand. Spotting a servant dressed in pink livery, he steered Pashmina towards him. He was glad when the kitten giggled at the sight of the man and helping themselves to a glass of champagne for the servant’s tray, they continued their search for a quiet corner to just sit and relax in.
Sipping his champagne as they milled about, Pashmina felt a bit better. He wished he could meet the guest of honor, but Noblesse seemed to be as scarce as the clothes on the dancing girls that were providing some of the evening’s entertainment. They had briefly watched them, since the crowd of people they were stuck in flowed over to them and like a leaf caught in the current, Alex and Pashmina were dragged along with them. Pashmina had to admit they were not half bad at all, from the little he had seen. He really liked the way the one girl, who wore little more than a smile, moved her body and the belly dancer, who Pashmina thought was about as feminine as he was, was really good. The kitten noted dryly that Alex seemed to like him too.
When the crowd moved past one of the platforms where the dancing girls were, they moved with it, since fighting the crowd was an exercise in futility. It turned out to be a good thing as Pashmina spotted an empty couch near a grouping of them by the windows. The two made their way towards it, ebbing and flowing with the various groups of people, who hampered their progress, until at last they neared their destination.
As they approached the area, the sound of a girl giggling could just be heard over the din of conversation in the room and the music from the traveling minstrels, who roamed about the room, which played in the background. Pashmina sighed. Figures someone would use this spot as a lover’s tryst… he thought, eying the man and the barely dressed girl on his lap. Turning to Alex, he was about to say something to him about trying to find another place to sit, when the girl got up and ran in their direction. She pushed past them, her beaded bra in one hand which caught on the buttons on Alex’s sleeve, while the other held her ample bosom in a vain attempt at covering it.
“Excuse me!” she said, as she deftly untangled it, giving Alex an eyeful.
“Of course,” Alex said as he exchanged glances with Pashmina.
“Wait, Cherry!” the man called out to her as he slowly got to his feet and sauntered after her. Spotting Alex, he hurried over to him and said, “Oh, hello, Cousin!” Sticking out his hand, the man pulled him into a bone crushing bear hug.
“Hello,” Alex squeaked out as he tried to untangle himself from the other’s tight embrace.
Pashmina’s eyes went wide when Alex and the man, who called his patron “cousin,” embraced. He giggled as the scene played out before him. Poor Alex, who was tall and trim as well as just as blond-haired and blue-eyed as the man embracing him, seemed somehow dwarfed by the broad-shouldered individual. Also, whereas Alexander Saint-Germaine looked every inch the aristocratic country squire, the man, Pashmina had the feeling was the guest of honor, was a bit taller, blonder, and more athletic looking. He certainly had a presence about him that was larger than life and then some. The man’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he whispered something to Alex, who chuckled in reply. The more Pashmina’s patron squirmed the tighter the other man’s hold on him was. The kitten giggled.
“You can let go now, Noblesse,” Alex said.
Noblesse smiled. “I’m so glad you came,” he said. The way he spoke made it sound much dirtier than he had intended.
“I’m glad you invited me.” Alex continued trying to get away.
“Of course I’d invite you.” As he held onto him, Noblesse gazed soulfully into Alex’s eyes. He pouted as if hurt by the idea that someone would not want to swept off their feet by him and held lovingly in his arms.
“I know,” Alex said. Changing the subject, he added, “Happy Birthday. Did you get the present I sent?”
Noblesse’s pout morphed into a frown. “Was it a virgin detector?” He had a vague recollection of Alex sending him a goat that looked like a unicorn for his menagerie.
Alex laughed. “You could call it that.”
Noblesse smiled. “Then yes and I love it.”
“Oh good.” Alex smiled back at him.
Pashmina giggled and smiled coquettishly at them, catching Noblesse’s attention.
“So who’s this?” Noblesse waved his hand in Pashmina’s direction.
Pashmina blushed. The way Noblesse was staring at him made him feel naked and he fiddled with the folds of his burgundy gown to hide his discomfiture.
“Noblesse, this is Miss Pashmina,” Alex said, introducing him.
Noblesse peered intensely at him, trying to figure out if it really was a woman he was being introduced to or not. The lighting from the myriad of penis shaped candles was not the best as it cast a soft rosy glow over everything and it did not help that he had drunk enough by now to have forgotten his manners. “Miss?” he said, shooting a quick look at Alex.
Pashmina frowned. Insulted, he tersely said, “Yes, Miss.” He let his rather tart reply die on his lips as he did not want to start anything and embarrass Alex, or their host.
Noblesse, finally realizing that he was squishing Alex, kissed him on the cheek. He let go of him and Alex took the opportunity to escape his clutches by stepping back. “So, Miss Pashmina?” He smiled as he focused his attention on the kitten. Looking “her” up and down, he realized his first assessment was correct, the person, standing before him, was indeed a short man in beautiful burgundy ball gown.
“Happy birthday, Lord Mwans.” Pashmina gave him a little curtsey.
Noblesse chuckled. “That’s adorable,” he said, pulling Pashmina into a hug of his own.
The kitten, unused to being greeted like that, especially by someone he had just met, who also was not a customer in the brothel he had come from, squealed in surprise. Noblesse had him a tight bear hug, and hoping to free himself from his clutches, Pashmina tentatively patted him on the back as if returning the embrace. He smiled sweetly at Noblesse.
Alex chuckled and shook his head. He had warned the kitten on the carriage ride over about him, but it seemed, instead of mellowing with age, Noblesse was just as cheeky as he had been last time they had met all those years ago. He had the feeling this was going to be even more of a party to remember than he had first thought.
Noblesse chuckled at Pashmina’s reaction. Resting his chin on top of the kitten’s head, he said, “Another birthday gift, Cousin, or your date?”
Alex was surprised Noblesse had had the courtesy to ask first, before whisking Pashmina away to some secluded spot, or not so secluded spot on the estate. Must be “family” courtesy… he thought, tensing, in case Noblesse decided to “steal” his beloved away, despite asking first. “She’s my date, Noblesse.”
Pashmina squirmed and said breathlessly, “I really am his date.”
Noblesse pouted.
“I’m sorry, Your Lordship,” Pashmina said when he finally managed to worm his hands between them. He gently tried pushing their host away.
Noblesse took the hint and let go of him, only to take Pashmina’s hand. He held it up as if to kiss it. “It’s not your fault…” he said. “I think.”
Pashmina smiled, unsure as to how to answer that. Failing to come up with anything, he said, “It’s a very nice party.”
Noblesse brightened. “Thank you,” he said and with that any perceived slights were magically forgotten. He kissed Pashmina’s hand.
“You’re welcome, Your Lordship.” Pashmina blushed and smiled prettily at him.
Noblesse smiled back at him. A movement off to the left drew his attention. “Have you tried the food?” he asked as he watched slices of one of the many birthday cakes being handed out. He nodded, relieved that the big cake from Cromwell’s was still uncut as that was being saved for the end of the celebration.
“No, just some hors d’oeuvres. They were quite good.”
“So is the champagne, Noblesse,” Alex added.
“Then you really must go in the dining room and try some of the local delicacies…” Noblesse was gradually getting more and more distracted by the endless parade of young girls passing by. The latest was completely naked, although she was covered in body paint.
Pashmina exchanged looks with Alex and smiled. Catching Noblesse’s gaze, he said, “Thank you, Your Lordship, I think we will.”
“Would you care to join us, Noblesse?” Alex asked as he held out his arm to Pashmina, who took it.
Noblesse, distracted by a topless girl with some cake, said, “I think…” He watched as the girl sat down to eat her cake. He smiled when he noticed she had a bit of frosting on her breast and wondered if she would let him lick it off as he was the birthday boy after all.
Alex, following his gaze, chuckled. He had a feeling he knew what his “cousin” was thinking and he had to admit that looked like a fun activity as the girl was not half bad looking for a redhead.
Pashmina also looked over at the redhead and it was all he could do not to roll his eyes. Amateur… he thought cattily. Looking back at Noblesse, he smiled coquettishly.
Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the redhead with the cake, Noblesse cleared his throat. “Cousin, I think I may have pressing matters to attend to. Have fun.” He bent over Pashmina’s hand and kissed it again, before letting it go. “Miss Pashmina….” Noblesse smiled at them, although his attention was clearly elsewhere.
Alex laughed. “I believe you do and thank you.”
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Your Lordship.” Pashmina curtsied.
Noblesse gave them a slight bow.”The pleasure was all mine…” he said as he sauntered off with a wave of his hand. When a servant walked by with a tray of champagne flutes, he took two of them, before continuing making a beeline for the redhead.
They watched him go, before turning to go in search of the main dining room. If the hors d’oeuvres were anything to go by, the dinner was sure to be delicious. Pashmina leaned against Alex as they walked through the crowds.
“He’s quite a character, isn’t he?” Pashmina giggled.
“Yes…”
Author: kira
Word Count: 1882
World: Licentia
Main Characters: Pashmina, Grande Duke Alexander Saint-Germaine, Noblesse Mwans
Borrow: no
Summary: Pashmina and Alex are at Noblesse’s party, where they get to meet the guest of honor…
Author’s Note: Special thanks go out to Kat for letting me play with Noblesse Mwans and helping me with his dialogue as well as pinking this for me. Please also note, that while Noblesse refers to Alex as Cousin, they are not really related.
Author’s Note 2: Thanks go to Jen for coming up with a great title.
Pashmina held on tightly to Alex’s arm as they mingled with the guests at Noblesse Mwans’ birthday celebration. Alex would occasionally point someone of interest out and few people did come over to chat with them, before moving on to something else. The place was packed, with wall to wall people in various states of dress and undress. It was like a virginity auction gone wild with all of Madrona piled into Madame du Pris’ brothel. He was deathly afraid of losing Alex in the crowd, especially since at one point they had been briefly separated.
Alex patted his beloved kitten’s hand. Spotting a servant dressed in pink livery, he steered Pashmina towards him. He was glad when the kitten giggled at the sight of the man and helping themselves to a glass of champagne for the servant’s tray, they continued their search for a quiet corner to just sit and relax in.
Sipping his champagne as they milled about, Pashmina felt a bit better. He wished he could meet the guest of honor, but Noblesse seemed to be as scarce as the clothes on the dancing girls that were providing some of the evening’s entertainment. They had briefly watched them, since the crowd of people they were stuck in flowed over to them and like a leaf caught in the current, Alex and Pashmina were dragged along with them. Pashmina had to admit they were not half bad at all, from the little he had seen. He really liked the way the one girl, who wore little more than a smile, moved her body and the belly dancer, who Pashmina thought was about as feminine as he was, was really good. The kitten noted dryly that Alex seemed to like him too.
When the crowd moved past one of the platforms where the dancing girls were, they moved with it, since fighting the crowd was an exercise in futility. It turned out to be a good thing as Pashmina spotted an empty couch near a grouping of them by the windows. The two made their way towards it, ebbing and flowing with the various groups of people, who hampered their progress, until at last they neared their destination.
As they approached the area, the sound of a girl giggling could just be heard over the din of conversation in the room and the music from the traveling minstrels, who roamed about the room, which played in the background. Pashmina sighed. Figures someone would use this spot as a lover’s tryst… he thought, eying the man and the barely dressed girl on his lap. Turning to Alex, he was about to say something to him about trying to find another place to sit, when the girl got up and ran in their direction. She pushed past them, her beaded bra in one hand which caught on the buttons on Alex’s sleeve, while the other held her ample bosom in a vain attempt at covering it.
“Excuse me!” she said, as she deftly untangled it, giving Alex an eyeful.
“Of course,” Alex said as he exchanged glances with Pashmina.
“Wait, Cherry!” the man called out to her as he slowly got to his feet and sauntered after her. Spotting Alex, he hurried over to him and said, “Oh, hello, Cousin!” Sticking out his hand, the man pulled him into a bone crushing bear hug.
“Hello,” Alex squeaked out as he tried to untangle himself from the other’s tight embrace.
Pashmina’s eyes went wide when Alex and the man, who called his patron “cousin,” embraced. He giggled as the scene played out before him. Poor Alex, who was tall and trim as well as just as blond-haired and blue-eyed as the man embracing him, seemed somehow dwarfed by the broad-shouldered individual. Also, whereas Alexander Saint-Germaine looked every inch the aristocratic country squire, the man, Pashmina had the feeling was the guest of honor, was a bit taller, blonder, and more athletic looking. He certainly had a presence about him that was larger than life and then some. The man’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he whispered something to Alex, who chuckled in reply. The more Pashmina’s patron squirmed the tighter the other man’s hold on him was. The kitten giggled.
“You can let go now, Noblesse,” Alex said.
Noblesse smiled. “I’m so glad you came,” he said. The way he spoke made it sound much dirtier than he had intended.
“I’m glad you invited me.” Alex continued trying to get away.
“Of course I’d invite you.” As he held onto him, Noblesse gazed soulfully into Alex’s eyes. He pouted as if hurt by the idea that someone would not want to swept off their feet by him and held lovingly in his arms.
“I know,” Alex said. Changing the subject, he added, “Happy Birthday. Did you get the present I sent?”
Noblesse’s pout morphed into a frown. “Was it a virgin detector?” He had a vague recollection of Alex sending him a goat that looked like a unicorn for his menagerie.
Alex laughed. “You could call it that.”
Noblesse smiled. “Then yes and I love it.”
“Oh good.” Alex smiled back at him.
Pashmina giggled and smiled coquettishly at them, catching Noblesse’s attention.
“So who’s this?” Noblesse waved his hand in Pashmina’s direction.
Pashmina blushed. The way Noblesse was staring at him made him feel naked and he fiddled with the folds of his burgundy gown to hide his discomfiture.
“Noblesse, this is Miss Pashmina,” Alex said, introducing him.
Noblesse peered intensely at him, trying to figure out if it really was a woman he was being introduced to or not. The lighting from the myriad of penis shaped candles was not the best as it cast a soft rosy glow over everything and it did not help that he had drunk enough by now to have forgotten his manners. “Miss?” he said, shooting a quick look at Alex.
Pashmina frowned. Insulted, he tersely said, “Yes, Miss.” He let his rather tart reply die on his lips as he did not want to start anything and embarrass Alex, or their host.
Noblesse, finally realizing that he was squishing Alex, kissed him on the cheek. He let go of him and Alex took the opportunity to escape his clutches by stepping back. “So, Miss Pashmina?” He smiled as he focused his attention on the kitten. Looking “her” up and down, he realized his first assessment was correct, the person, standing before him, was indeed a short man in beautiful burgundy ball gown.
“Happy birthday, Lord Mwans.” Pashmina gave him a little curtsey.
Noblesse chuckled. “That’s adorable,” he said, pulling Pashmina into a hug of his own.
The kitten, unused to being greeted like that, especially by someone he had just met, who also was not a customer in the brothel he had come from, squealed in surprise. Noblesse had him a tight bear hug, and hoping to free himself from his clutches, Pashmina tentatively patted him on the back as if returning the embrace. He smiled sweetly at Noblesse.
Alex chuckled and shook his head. He had warned the kitten on the carriage ride over about him, but it seemed, instead of mellowing with age, Noblesse was just as cheeky as he had been last time they had met all those years ago. He had the feeling this was going to be even more of a party to remember than he had first thought.
Noblesse chuckled at Pashmina’s reaction. Resting his chin on top of the kitten’s head, he said, “Another birthday gift, Cousin, or your date?”
Alex was surprised Noblesse had had the courtesy to ask first, before whisking Pashmina away to some secluded spot, or not so secluded spot on the estate. Must be “family” courtesy… he thought, tensing, in case Noblesse decided to “steal” his beloved away, despite asking first. “She’s my date, Noblesse.”
Pashmina squirmed and said breathlessly, “I really am his date.”
Noblesse pouted.
“I’m sorry, Your Lordship,” Pashmina said when he finally managed to worm his hands between them. He gently tried pushing their host away.
Noblesse took the hint and let go of him, only to take Pashmina’s hand. He held it up as if to kiss it. “It’s not your fault…” he said. “I think.”
Pashmina smiled, unsure as to how to answer that. Failing to come up with anything, he said, “It’s a very nice party.”
Noblesse brightened. “Thank you,” he said and with that any perceived slights were magically forgotten. He kissed Pashmina’s hand.
“You’re welcome, Your Lordship.” Pashmina blushed and smiled prettily at him.
Noblesse smiled back at him. A movement off to the left drew his attention. “Have you tried the food?” he asked as he watched slices of one of the many birthday cakes being handed out. He nodded, relieved that the big cake from Cromwell’s was still uncut as that was being saved for the end of the celebration.
“No, just some hors d’oeuvres. They were quite good.”
“So is the champagne, Noblesse,” Alex added.
“Then you really must go in the dining room and try some of the local delicacies…” Noblesse was gradually getting more and more distracted by the endless parade of young girls passing by. The latest was completely naked, although she was covered in body paint.
Pashmina exchanged looks with Alex and smiled. Catching Noblesse’s gaze, he said, “Thank you, Your Lordship, I think we will.”
“Would you care to join us, Noblesse?” Alex asked as he held out his arm to Pashmina, who took it.
Noblesse, distracted by a topless girl with some cake, said, “I think…” He watched as the girl sat down to eat her cake. He smiled when he noticed she had a bit of frosting on her breast and wondered if she would let him lick it off as he was the birthday boy after all.
Alex, following his gaze, chuckled. He had a feeling he knew what his “cousin” was thinking and he had to admit that looked like a fun activity as the girl was not half bad looking for a redhead.
Pashmina also looked over at the redhead and it was all he could do not to roll his eyes. Amateur… he thought cattily. Looking back at Noblesse, he smiled coquettishly.
Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the redhead with the cake, Noblesse cleared his throat. “Cousin, I think I may have pressing matters to attend to. Have fun.” He bent over Pashmina’s hand and kissed it again, before letting it go. “Miss Pashmina….” Noblesse smiled at them, although his attention was clearly elsewhere.
Alex laughed. “I believe you do and thank you.”
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Your Lordship.” Pashmina curtsied.
Noblesse gave them a slight bow.”The pleasure was all mine…” he said as he sauntered off with a wave of his hand. When a servant walked by with a tray of champagne flutes, he took two of them, before continuing making a beeline for the redhead.
They watched him go, before turning to go in search of the main dining room. If the hors d’oeuvres were anything to go by, the dinner was sure to be delicious. Pashmina leaned against Alex as they walked through the crowds.
“He’s quite a character, isn’t he?” Pashmina giggled.
“Yes…”
