*Rikky's mind is to himself, not threading out to catch thoughts lest he be... touched... by Yeeyan's sensual mental tendrils. If he had been privy to Yee's ideas and such, he'd have laughed in amusement. The two were, in all actuality, speaking on the same subject... pleasures of certain natures... in such entirely different ways as to be wholly other topics. What one must understand about Rikky is that he is -not- of physical action, he's a /telepath/, he's of words and ideas, chemicals, DNA. All the things Yeeyan knows... /Rikky/ knows. How could he not? He's been trained to know the body, and the body knows itself. It has to in order to respond to the stimuli. Orgasmic cores, pain-filled regions... such things, if the brain controls it, knows it, created it, for indeed, it did during stages of conception... zygote and embryo... /Rikky knows about it/. And more than that, //he controls it//. For without the brain, nothing is felt, all pulses and functions connected to it. That marvelous, magnificent grey matter that is so very, -very- powerful, especially in Rikky's case, controls it all. Shut the brain down, the mind, and there is nothing the body can feel. Of course, even that can be controlled, in a round about way, that requires more pushes to the body, chemicals, nerve centers, and so on. All of this, Rikky is master of. Not as Aerik was, through as much trial, error, manipulation, and testing as gleaning, but because it was fed into his own mind while his cloned body quickly matured. Even more so than his twin, he hasn't learned for himself, but stood on the shoulders of others, taking from minds unshielded or being given the information. After that, he was trained to apply it. Every tiny response, from mucus membranes to sweat glands, to the basest physical functions, Rikky can control. -This- is /skill/. Not that Yeeyan can't do the same, but certainly not on the same level, not in the same ways, not with the same intents, as Rikky. Lacking? YES, Yeeyan, in Rikky's opinion, was severely lacking by being a mundane, barbaric, brute of a physical creature. All physical. Everything Yeeyan can do by hand, Rikky can accomplish with mental touches. Everything. So while he may be perfect where -he- comes from, and for the purpose he was made, he is not so to Rikky. He is crippled, he is halved, he is far, -far- from perfect. Aerik, his twin, would be even more amused than Rikky is right now. For Yeeyan... is obsolete. Touch for Touch, Rikky is his equal. Physically. Mindtouch to mindtouch, Rikky is far his superior... and he knows it. Knows it just by how Yeeyan gazes on him, by how he speaks, his words, his posture, his obscene glances. Pathetic, really. And while amused, Rikky is far from charmed, far from impressed. Far from... enticed. Rikky easily holds his ground, doesn't step back under the push of Yeeyan against his chest, doesn't notice the steely muscles save for what they are... muscle.. blood and tissue. Part of a body, necessary. This is all it means to him, for he can also -not- feel the warmth of the once-elf, having shut that off long ago, as well as several other things in his mind. Free from Yeeyan's influences entirely. The voice, so heavy and snaring and sensual... is just a voice and nothing more to the young boy* I am surprised you have indulged me this long. Surely, your vocabulary is as limited as your scope of vision. *he smiles, eyes still latched, never wavering, not blinking right now, and he hasn't for some time, able to keep his orbs moist through willpower alone. His tone is pleasant, slightly husked in response to Yeeyan's own, honeyed, dusted over, sleek and soft as silk. And oh, Yeeyan could have tried to grab Rikky to turn him... he is touching now only because the boy allows it. And no other reason. The only shift in posture Rikky makes is to tip his head slightly to the side, eyes all at once dark and bright*

*Not anything of the body, that Rikky cannot control through the mind... But there is nothing of the mind, or soul, that Yeeyan cannot touch. In truth, it might take a while... He has even, at times, used different mental magics to ‘cheat’ and make the process quicker... But if Rikki thinks he could best Yee, he has to think again. Even to a telepath of Rikky’s skills, the shields that cover Yee’s mind are practically impossible to penetrate, and within that mind, there is no ‘brain’ such as Rikky thinks about it. Only a whirlpool of pain, that is quite impossible to affect in any normal way, and has dragged beings far more powerful than Yeeyan straight down into insanity. Yeeyan is not... weak... His soul has almost equal power to that of his god’s, and his mind... in its twisted, perverted way, is powerful enough to level cities.... But as of now, Rikky fails to send out the signals that... arouses Yeeyan, and the dark elf arches an eyebrow. Oh, Rikky might be beautiful enough... But he /is/ a being of the mind... And Yeeyan is, quite simply put, not that interested in minds... Thoughts... They are just a path to the more... interesting subjects...*...Mmmm.... *He just purrs, shaking his head... and actually taking a step back... the air around him cools, and the scent is pulled back within himself. Surely, he would not waste his time upon such a... thing... Yeeyan is enticed by physical passions, scents, throb of lusty emotions... struggle, or giving in... not something like this. To him, Rikky is, of course, one of the most beautiful beings he has seen, but quite sincerely, one of the more dull, as well... For someone to manage to lose Yee’s interest, it has to be bad indeed. Minds... He breaks them, he twirls them around his fingers.... Souls... he torments them, captured within his own mind.... But when it comes down to it, only beings of fleshly passions can keep Yee’s interest, for more than a few moments. And if Yee has failed to arouse Rikky, the beautiful clone has quite utterly failed to keep Yee’s interest in the air*....My vision, treasure... Is different... *he purrs, softly, eyes blanketed by long lashes, and bubbling in their own heat underneath...*

*Yeeyan steps back... and inwardly, where it can't be seen, Rikky grins ferally. Outwardly, he simply smiles, that hard edge gleaming a moment in his eyes, then fading again into the gold. To lose Yeeyan's interest it has to be bad indeed? Laughter... inside Rikky, bubbles of laughter. And its quite possible that Yeeyan has no idea what just happened here, and will never care. That is unimportant. Rikky knows. He knows well. It was -never- his intention to put his mind -anywhere- inside Yeeyan's. If that had been the case, he'd have not kept his shields up and so tight, not refused the sensual tendrils. He's completely unconcerned with Yee's maelstrom of agony, he couldn't care -less- that there is no brain inside Yee's lovely head, at least brain as most think of one. That his shields are nearly impossible to penetrate is the -only- saving grace Rikky can find with Yeeyan. The only thing remotely interesting. Otherwise, Yee is just an amusing distraction, a toy, yes... as much for his god as he's been for Rikky these past few moments. And he'd accomplished what he'd set out to do... he'd caught the eye, he'd played submissive to catch the interest, he'd run the game. /Yeeyan steps back and withdraws/. Thoughts just a path to more interesting subjects? oh, /yesss/... Rikky crows silently, smugly. When the prey is too hard to kill, the predator backs off. But who, in truth, was the predator here? One must question... Rikky, quite simply, is -not- a mind Yeeyan can twirl about his fingers, nor a soul he can touch. And as for keeping Yeeyan's interest in the air... THAT would be easy enough. Rikky did it already, he knows how. It wasn't hard, any simpleton could see that. But he's done posturing, Yeeyan has proven entertaining enough, and while it was fun, it's not -that- much fun. You gave up, he thinks to himself. Weakling, you gave up. You are -nothing-, Yeeyan, /nothing/... but none of his thoughts register on his face, nor leak from his shields. He simply smiles, finally blinks, once, slowly, and blushes the tiniest bit, calling color to his cheeks in a very lovely manner, spilling a taint of blood-heat into the night air* And frightfully dull, to be honest, Yeeyan. *Youthfulness mixes with inexperience... perhaps he shouldn't have played like this with one such as Yeeyan... but quite honestly, he doesn't care. He had his amusement, and Yeeyan has... nothing, really. Nothing from Rikky at all* I would even go so far in venturing to say... blind.

*He shrugs, lazily, just a roll of one shoulder, smoothly... Again, Rikky misunderstands him, misunderstands the very concept of Yeeyan. In some ways, he does not have much choice... He is not picking up neither interest, nor fear from Rikky, no threads of emotions weaving up with his agony, caught by his soul. No scents, no throbs... Nothing. It is like a panther moving through the forest, having seen a beautiful doe to slay, and then, when it reaches its target...the doe is nothing but a statue made out of wood, of no real interest... Perhaps he can sharpen his claws upon it, but that is all. Nothing? Oh, in Rikky’s eyes he might be so... But then, Rikky is very mistaken in this case.*...If I am blind, Aerik... *he drawls, deep voice dropped low enough so that it is nothing but a whisper of moist air across the ground, deep as thunder, smooth as cream. Yeeyan has gained nothing? Not from Rikky, perhaps, oh no he has not... which is why he loses interest. Not because it is a too difficult prey, but because it is, quite simply, alien to his lusts. A little blush, a lowering of eyelashes... In the long run, Yee cares nothing about looks, cares nothing about clever minds or pretty words... It is something else altogether. It /is/ as a matter of fact, only the bodily lusts that he wants. The pain. The agonies. Not to conquer or to win, because he cannot lose when it comes to this. One body is much like any other, and in the end, they all merge together into one: Mauxxecha. Small distractions are wonderful, and some actually remain as more than fleshly sensations in his mind... Some actually stand out among the rest, for different reasons. But these have something... of Yee within them, something of the same lusts... And for Rikky to even try to pretend these... feelings...without having them, is to greatly underestimate the powers of the Mauxxechae. Of all things, lusts cannot be faked to these ones... Not without barging inside their heads, and trying to affect them from within.*...And, darling... I do believe we have different views upon... dull... *he whispers, arching an eyebrow, and leaning forward to place the shadow of a kiss upon Rikky’s cheek, before he pulls back again. To any normal person, that kiss would burn through the skin with pleasurable intensity. But that is not what Rikky is, and it is there he fails in Yee’s mind. Mind games. Aristocratic gibberish. Veiled insults. Small lures... In Yee’s world, Rikky is so small, he is insignificant. He has but a fleck on the great black wall, nothing to compare to some others Yee has come across. Not to say that Rikky is not attractive, and beautiful enough to stun any eye... It is just that... Even though Yee has seemed to like almost anything that can be penetrated, to use coarse words, he falls outside Yeeyan’s line of interest. It took Yee a few moments to discover this, and when it is discovered, he is like a cat that has realised that the toy he is playing with is really just some stupid thing made out of cloth, and decides to go out hunt the real thing instead. Pull back, give up? Not really... He’s just not interested in this kind of game... The dark elf smiles, slowly, eyes just a flicker of red behind the long lashes, casting shadows like spider legs upon his pale golden cheeks, his moist lips holding a thousand kisses still... Ordinary procedure... Just that Rikky is the only one so far, that has not managed to hold his interest...*

*Misunderstand the concept of Yeeyan? Misunderstand what he represents? Hardly. Just because he doesn’t answer Yeeyan’s throbs, needs, lusts, and overtures, to say Rikky doesn’t -comprehend- him is entirely /wrong/. Rikky knows, oh yes, and while he may not know about the worship of pain and agony, would he care if he did? No. And he is not mistaken, not at all about the /nothing/. Rikky comprehends the basics so evident, but to assume Rikky thinks the same as other people, is to very much underestimate him. Yeeyan approached this one as he always does, and expected the same results. Rikky is no fool, perhaps not overly experienced in life matters, but he’s been in many heads, had many shoved upon him… he isn’t stupid, nor dim-witted, nor… average. Yeeyan loses interest. Rikky, inwardly, crows. And as for physical appearances, who says Rikky judges that way? He is more apt to be attracted by a mind than a body. Indeed, his physical desires, his sexuality, have not yet surfaced. He is too young yet. Hunt the -real thing-.. oh, yes, Yeeyan, go hunt the ‘real thing’… Rikky grins inside, invisible. Yee gained nothing. Rikky… got what he wanted. The two see things so differently, its hardly worth comparing them. But Rikky spoke all of pleasures, as Yeeyan did… similar, in ways, are the two. The telepath tilts his head, smiles beautifully, eyes sparkling with flecks of sheer and lovely gold, like jewels in the shadows. Pull back. Yes, he did this. Give up. Yes, he did this too, Yeeyan did. He may not view it as such, but he DID do it, just as Rikky desired, just as he manipulated. Just as he set out to do. /Fool. Brute. Inelegant sludge. You make me -sick-. Weakling./ These are the thoughts that flitter merrily through Rikky’s mind, his smug thoughts. And partly, its how he was taught… how the GUARD taught him to see himself and others, telepaths so highly prized in his world, he is a rare gem, sought after, coveted. Physical pleasures? Maybe, when his body awakens, he will appreciate such things, but not now. And, being a creature not of the pleasures of the flesh, not when the mind, which controls all pleasures, is so much more interesting, he will always see it as far more desirable than how Yeeyan see it. Yeeyan is body, he is agony, he is pain and pleasure. Rikky is all these things too, but when one can so utterly control such responses, they lose their meanings. Even had Yeeyan managed to touch Rikky in the ways he first wanted, Rikky could have shut all physical responses down… not allowed, not let affect him, as he is doing now. No, he doesn’t feel the burning pleasure of Yeeyan’s kiss, no, he doesn’t give a damn about the promise of more. No, he is not attracted to the gorgeous, pulsing man before him. No, he feels nothing for him, and NOT just because he’s not allowing himself to. Rikky -never- set out to burn in Yeeyan’s mind, he never set out to please him. He doesn’t care a wit that Yeeyan loses interest except that it meets his own ends. /See, you twisted creature. You came at me like I was a toy, like I was your pleasure, like I would give into you as undoubtedly so many others have. See how I deny you -anything-… see how -I- control this situation. See how you were just prey… pathetic predator. You are nothing… animal. Beast. -Fool-. See how I have -won-…/ Rikky muses all of this, and no matter what Yeeyan is, no matter what he does or why, Rikky’s views won’t change. And were the teachings and followings of Mauxxechae told to him, he would be even more arrogant in his victory. For that is what it -is-… HE is the victor. Yeeyan… will walk away with nothing. NOTHING. Pretty toy, this priest… pretty toy and that is ALL. Rikky… cannot be used as Yeeyan uses others, not played with, not penetrated, not wrapped around, not violated. /You lost interest…/ Rikky blinks slowly, taking the visage of the elf in, storing it away, laughing internally* I do believe.. you are correct, Yeeyan. Dull. It is all you are. Hardly worth the wasting of my time. *he says it so sweetly, it would be hard to catch it as insult immediately* Coarse… crass. Turgid. A sycophant, and nothing more. *he doesn’t move, doesn’t change posture, but to lift his chin, show the gleam in his eyes, straighten a bit, superior posture, regal, graceful, gorgeous, -dominant-*

*It is a hollow victory indeed, when the winner has gained so little, and the loser has lost nothing. Loser? Oh, to call him such, would be to... claim that he cares. He has to care, to lose. Has to be disappointed, to be such a thing. He had seen Rikky as something interesting, and he had been mistaken. So he moves on... As a matter of fact, to say that he has gained nothing, is again, not to comprehend what the dark elf is looking for. He /has/ gained a few moments of... amusement... Of watching a pretty little thing and of... arousing himself. That he would not actually /have/ Rikky as such, does not really matter. One body is as much as any other. One mind as any other mind. Rikky is but a shadow on his path, and he will find someone else to amuse himself with. Lose? Oh, no, it is hard to call Yeeyan such a name, ever. If he is harmed, he only enjoys it. If he gets what he originally wanted, he enjoys it. If he gets turned down, or loses interest, he simply moves on without even once reflecting upon what happened. Dominant? Rikky? Oh, to think Yee even once would be affected by such a posture, to think he would /care/. What is Aerik in comparison to Mauxxecha? What does he have that would make Yee feel even the slightest bit -less- than what he is? Nothing. Try to be dominant above one that considers himself, in a way, the crown of creation... And that actually -is- such, when it comes down to it. The crown of the creation such as Mauxxecha wants it. When it comes to pain, there can be no superiors. And when it comes to anything else... He simply does not care. His dark gold lips curl, slowly, and he shakes his head slowly. Insulted? Ah, no, mistake to think so. Faintly amused, perhaps. Rikky is too proud for his own good, and too arrogant. But thankfully enough, Yee does not care in any way.*.... Good luck... *is all that he murmurs in his deep voice, rumble of cavernous sounds, dark as the night itself. Good luck in growing up, is what Yee means. Good luck in learning that little victories mean nothing, if there is nothing truly won, and if the opponent loses nothing. In learning that being different, is not being worse... Yee knows all these things. He has lived more than a hundred years, and it is little he does not know about the mortal and immortal beings. Why he never loses, is why he never truly wins. He does not hunt conquest. He does not hunt anything, but moments of pleasure in the expanse of time that threatens to swallow all up. The tiny insults just drift past the delicately pointed ears. And why? Because Rikky’s way of thinking is, in a way, too narrow for Yee to almost comprehend. Insults? He has never bothered with such. He can force himself upon people, aye, he has, at that. But to try to belittle them, or to make them feel less... he would never even attempt. What is the use? When he rapes... when he harms... when he twists a screaming mind between his fingers... it is always, always, to enjoy himself... but on a deeper plane, it is to teach. Egocentric? No one would ever deny Yee /that/ title, but in his own twisted ways, he might be both kinder and.. a better man than Rikky. As it is, the long lashes lower over the now amber eyes, glitter of gold upon his cheeks, as he turns around and heads back into the shadows from which he came... Back to where he /will/ find enjoyment, and no children that have not yet learned the concept of things. A soft chuckle, trickle of black rivers through the air, velveteen and thick, wrappings of pleasure and desires. There is but one truth, and that truth is the pain. It lingers around his shoulder like a beautiful cloak... And where Rikky stretches to look dignified and dominant, Yeeyan is the very essence of those words. Undefeated, awesome, and beautiful beyond to mortal mind to comprehend. He never pretends, nor acts... Hardly ever lies, or bothers himself with pitiful untruths. He cares about the truth as it is in the body, and in the soul.... He cares about the one thing, that all will meet at least once in their lives, and that we, on some unknown plane, must enjoy. Because without pain, there can be no pleasure. And without the body, there can be no soul. Completion. Did Rikky win? In his own mind, perhaps. But on a greater scale, he is losing all the time.*

*Oh no… Yeeyan, or whomever thinks as such, is /sorely/ mistaken. Disappoint Yeeyan? That was not Rikky’s whim. No… what Rikky set out to do, he -did- do. Completely. Thoroughly. Absolutely. Yeeyan approached, Yeeyan who believed himself at once to be predator and more than he /is/. Rikky postured, played the submissive, drew Yeeyan in, Yeeyan, who thought Rikky was bowing under the presence of a dominant. /there is nothing of the mind, or soul, that Yeeyan cannot touch/. Prove it, Rikky would challenge. Prove it, for you have tried to touch me, and could not. Pathetic. Not even the predator you think you are, but a crass, obscene puppet. Ugly, is Yeeyan to Rikky… unattractive, crude… stupid. /He raises his eyes, even as the other lowers his lashes... If the game should be played thus, he will not object. But he knows it for what it is... A game... One adapting to the other... Two -can- be predators, but the hunt is so much less enjoying when that track is taken.../ …One adapting to the other.. oh, yesss…. Rikky had used the demurring to lure Yeeyan in further, and it had worked, spectacularly. But the predator here was not Yeeyan, for perhaps the first time in his life.. it was Rikky. Rikky was hunting, and while hunted as well, he was in control. He manipulated the entire game. He took lead, Yeeyan followed. Rikky was the ruler of the game, he implemented it, set the course, directed, and in the end, he finished it, all at his own whim and pace. /But if Rikki thinks he could best Yee, he has to think again/ ….No, he doesn’t. He did this already and with frightening ease. Quickly, effectively… the toy of the Mauxxechae became the toy of the telepath… both god and elf, played. Played with precision, played with, toyed with, executed perfectly. /He just purrs, shaking his head... and actually taking a step back... the air around him cools, and the scent is pulled back within himself./ Oh, but Rikky got all he wanted. Yeeyan pulled back first, Yeeyan broke position, Yeeyan rescinded. Yeeyan lost interest, Yeeyan could not continue because he is too coarse, too base. And this… this is what Rikky wanted. For this horrific creature to back off, to make the first step away, to pull away, to concede. And all this, he did. Yeeyan, little toy. He did absolutely everything Rikky desired of him. For Yee to assume the whims of another, assume they were as lacking in imagination as his own, is not Rikky’s loss, but his gain. His victory, and he -won-. Rikky keep losing? Losing all the time? Why? Because he is better than Yeeyan? Because he does not simply give in to wants and physical desires as Yeeyan does? Like some street whore, some mentally deranged nymphomaniac who cannot control herself? Because he has what so many are severely lacking? Discipline, control? Why would that make Rikky lose -anything-? He gains for it. It was Yeeyan’s baser nature, primal wants, his craving, his insatiable thirst that made him approach Rikky to begin with, that gave Rikky the edge, the handhold, he needed for the game. And in the end, its what gave him the victory. Care? If Yeeyan thinks, or -any-one thinks, that Rikky /cares/ about what Yee thinks, or that he will forget this a moment later, or that he lost interest… one would be so very dead wrong it would be laughable. Teach. Rikky does need Yeeyan to teach him /anything/. He already knows. No pleasure without pain? This telepath can easily produce such things. Even in one who has never known pain, pleasure can be had. Yeeyan, his god… they mean nothing. They ARE nothing. Pathetic. Weak. Yeeyan a slave to his desires, his wants, his -pain-. Oh, how crude. How much /more/ could he be a loser? Actually, there is more, Rikky could do more to make him, Yeeyan, truly see just how much he has lost. But he’s not inclined to. This was merely a game, a small way to wile the time away… nothing more. A passing amusement. And Yeeyan has done so very well in meeting those ends. That he will never know means as much as Yeeyan does… /nothing/. And oh, Yeeyan is just as dim-witted, as paltry, and infantile as Rikky suspects him to be if he thinks Rikky is too narrow in scope of mind, if he doesn’t know pleasure and pain and all in between.. if he thinks him childish. For it is so very obvious who the imbecile here is.. who the child is… and it is /not/ Rikky* Oh, yes, of course. And to you as well. *Rikky still doesn’t alter his position.. for Yeeyan, in all his beauty, all his dominance, all his imagined dignity that Rikky possess by nature, by birth, by making (for the Vazdru would create nothing less than heart-wrenching beauty, shattering grace and dignity) all his so-called skill… affects Rikky not in the least. And now, Rikky is not shielding from that voice, from anything. Yeeyan simply is not lovely enough to garner the telepath’s attentions, for Rikky is interested in the mind, not the body, and Yeeyan has proven he doesn’t have one worthy of note. Empty… a waste of skin and space and air. This is Yeeyan, so far below Rikky it’s not worth the mention. /Mindless brute. Crass dog. Toad. Yes, toad. Your elegance is a facade. Your beauty hides only the fact that you are hideous. A shell. Weak minded, unschooled, without true grace. Seeing you makes me -ill-…/ But Rikky only smiles, doesn’t add to his response…/You will need it, brainless one/… and he idly wonders if Yeeyan even knows how to tie his own shoes. Most likely not… he seems quite pathetic, unable or unwilling to engage his brain for any length of time. Even the lowest of whores was above Yeeyan. The most desperate of sluts. Inwardly, Rikky chuckles. Little victories mean nothing? Rikky never -meant- the victory to mean -anything- but a moment of fun.. a small challenge. One Yeeyan utterly failed. How very revealing… both god and priest -used- by the youth, every bit as he set out to do. Would the god care? Probably not. But it should… should care it was mocked so… should care it was manipulated so… should care it was so very easily turned away, spurned. That it won’t also means nothing*