Tonght's Episode of 'Naked and Afraid '[Kaspar]

[Skoll]

Backdated to July 22nd, 2016.

‹Kaspar› For Kaspar getting changed for the party wasn't yet on the agenda, he decided he'd either do it on the way or once they arrived and were done setting up because he had a few errands to run first. One of those errands was chasing up the wayward Skoll who had declared his intentions to avoid the party, and Hel wasn't in the mood to let him get away with it. His knuckles tapped out a firm rhythm against the man's door, a distracted looking Louis hovering anxiously behind him. "Kaspar, please tell me you are kidding about us kidnapping him, mate. It's all a bit much, yeah?" Hel chuckled, free hand reaching to pat idly at Louis' shoulder. "My friend, I am perfectly serious. Skoll has it coming, believe me."

‹‹Skoll›Skoll had indeed begged off for the evening. He'd instructed Kaspar to communicate his regret to Eva, with the intention of sending an extravagant bouquet by way of apology later. With the matter more or less settled, he'd gone to ground for the evening. More precisely, he'd retired to the comforts of his en suite jacuzzi. The high-pressured water had done little, admittedly, to soothe his still-tender flesh. If anything, it only seemed to aggravate the wounds further. He was oblivious to the knock; his focus on the flatscreen mounted on the wall, a thin, glass shelf anchored firmly into either of the mildly curving sides of the jacuzzi itself. A wineglass, untouched, took place of honor at its center. By the time the smart sound of Kaspar's knuckles at the door registered above the frothing hiss of the water and the muted wail of the on-screen siren, his response was to mutely, but pointedly, raise the volume.

‹Kaspar› There was sound coming from the apartment, faint at first but as Kaspar's knocking ceased the volume went way up. "Arschloch!" He hissed impatiently, glancing back at Louis. "Good thing the building manager was easily taken with my charm, ja?" His brows lifted, a smirk curving his lips that made Louis wince. He knew exactly what was coming, "Louis, while I get Skoll would you kindly pick out an outfit for him for the party? Nothing too over the top, just something neat. Do not forget the shoes and things, we do not have the time for shopping." Louis nodded, surprisingly calm in the face of this odd request. Kaspar fished in his pocket to pull out the key he'd borrowed, using it to open Skoll's door. No word of warning was given, Hel simply making his way towards the en suite. Inside the bedroom he pointed out the closet to Louis, gesturing as to where he might found the clothing. The blonde man slipped into the en suite, making his presence known only by a gentle sigh, arms folded across his chest as he leaned in the doorway and stared down at the Icelandic rebel impatiently. "Well?"

‹Skoll›The humidity inside of the bathroom dropped abruptly; wreaths of steam twisting like ragged, incomplete patches of fog before dispersing with Kaspar's entrance. The contents of the glass was brackish; the color nearly dark enough to be mistaken for a well-aged red wine. There was something unsettling about it nonetheless; a sediment-like shift and the absence of light. The murky fluid failed to reflect the overhead light. Besides which, it had thickened in a way that suggested it had been warmed and then allowed to cool. "What do you mean, 'well?'" He asked after a moment, taking his eyes from the screen. He seemed unperturbed by Kaspar's presence. Exasperated, but unperturbed.

‹Kaspar› His right brow perked up, leveling a cool gaze on the man who looked sullen as ever, and clearly quite comfortable submerged in his bubble bath. "Are you going to be getting out of there and getting dressed like a good boy, or am I going to have to man handle you out the door, Skoll?" His nose wrinkled at the latter, looking like he was rather uninterested in the concept of trying to wrangle a slippery, naked Skoll. "It is your choice, Brüderchen, but make it quickly. We have not got much time."

‹Skoll›He considered him blandly for a moment. "We've had this discussion." He took a moment to mute the television, the thick bars of closed captioning settling onto the screen after a heavy pause, haltingly narrating the scene a step behind. He allowed himself to shift a second later, pressing against the far wall. "I am convalescing. Go, have a good time," he urged, flashing a bright, toothy smile. "You wouldn't want to disappoint Eva by being late."

‹Kaspar›Kas took a cautionary step forward, testing the waters as it were, for Skoll's reaction. "Ah, you know it is not that easy. I'm here to get you, Skoll, you are coming with me the options are simply you get dressed and come willingly, or I drag you out of here."

‹Skoll› A low hiss escaped him; the noise sharp. It lacked aggression; only a mild frustration coupled with incredulity. "You are --" he began. The sentence trailed off abruptly, replaced by the barest hint of movement as he slid lower into the water. "It'd be in poor form to bleed all over the hors devours," he finished, before vanishing; the surface rippling as he suddenly slid underneath the thin film of suds.

‹Kaspar› He waited to be told what he was, but no insults or explanations came, instead Skoll sliding deeper into the sudsy water. A short, sharp laugh escape him, almost as he were reluctant to release it. "I doubt there will be an-... Fick!" He snapped as the man disappeared under the water, seemingly content to take up the merman life rather than face the party. Kaspar glanced back into the bedroom where Louis was deciding between shirts and grabbing out items to lay in the bed, Kaspar removing his own shirt and tossing it in the direction of his assistant. It was time to get damp. Without further hesitation Kaspar leaned over the tub, hands sinking amongst the bubbles to reach for Skoll.

‹Skoll›He was almost serenely still as Kaspar's hands abruptly sank into the water in search of him. The sound carried differently under water; distorting as Kaspar's palms struck blindly for half a second, the faint film of suds maring a clear view. There was a faint suction as the water was slightly displaced. He peered up at him for a moment, his eyes a sudden shock of color when the water stilled. His hair had fanned out, just slightly; a shade or two darker when wet, losing its pale honey-gold in favor of something closer to damp sand. He could just barely make out the outline of the man's wrists. It didn't stop him from reaching out abruptly, fingers curling around the nearest of them. He tugged sharply half a second later; just firmly enough to startle. He wasn't truly looking to unbalance him. Or so he told himself.

‹Kaspar› The flash of eyes opening as the water settled was startling, the way his hair moved around him made him look like some kind of dark mermaid, waiting to pull him down to the depths until he drowned in his arms. Gross. Lucky the bathtub was about as shallow as the man within it, he mused internally, in fact it was this laughing at his own private joke that distracted him when a hand snatched up to grasp hold of his arm. Hel grunted a noise of alarm, struggling to keep his balance, long arm pushing down so that his palm flattened briefly against Skoll's sternum. His skin was slippery, Kaspar's fingers curling against a clavicle as if it might help him gain purchase and stop from falling face first into a tub atop the other man. "Skoll! Stop it!" He yelped, Louis abandoning his activity to rush in, fingertips finding the loops of Kas's jeans in some misguided attempt to help hold him up. "Louis... Nein."

[Kaspar]

‹Skoll› If Kaspar had been paying closer attention, he might have noticed the barest hint of a smirk that quirked Skoll's lips in the seconds before he struck. His grip faltered briefly as Kaspar's palm settled against his chest, the pressure alarming in a way that was purely instinctual. It was an old, forgotten reflex; a sense of self-preservation that had not yet learned it was obsolete. The bite of the other man's fingers as they fought for purchase only served to make him tighten his own. Louis' counterweight came down to poor timing and nothing more. He flinched, shoving the narrow shelf of glass aside at the last minute, surfacing a minute with an unneeded, sharp inhale.

‹Kaspar› Louis released Kas abruptly, only surviving to make the situation worse, the man's foot slipping somewhat on the soapy water that splashed onto the floor. Skoll's abrupt rise to the surface, sucking in air like a fish out of water was the last bit of unbalancing needed to have Kaspar sprawling
‹Kaspar› forwards. The tall German tried to twist, to stop himself falling into the water but it was useless. A mighty splash came up around him as he came down hard atop Skoll in the bathtub, blinking back water in surprise, facing a stunned Louis.

‹Skoll› Skoll recoiled from the impact in a vain attempt to avoid the worst of Kaspar's inelegant sprawl. It was a relief that he had, at the very least, avoided striking the narrow glass surface. For a moment, he simply stared at Kaspar. Gradually, a low chuckle escaped him. It was thin, hushed sound at first; rough with disbelief. It wasn't long before it gave way to a shoulder-shaking laughter; helpless and half-gasping. He settled against the far wall of the jacuzzi a moment later; head tipped back, tension easing from his frame. "Hálfviti," he muttered. "I guess we're staying in after all."

‹Kaspar› Kaspar's stunned blinking turned on Skoll, taking a few moments to identify the strange vibrations before he realised the man was laughing and gave in to it, joining in. He let himself slump, sinking down more comfortably into the large tub, eyeing the jets suspiciously. "Nein, brüderchen, aufstehen" Though he realised telling the man to get up might be a tall order when he himself was sprawled across him, his own blonde head drooping briefly to rest on the man's shoulder. "You are a nightmare, mm?" He queried, not expecting response.

‹Skoll› A grunt - soft and skeptical - slid from his throat. A part of him was tempted to scoff at the demand. He made no move to comply; instead lifting one damp hand from the water, fingers absently smoothing the sodden ends of Kaspar's hair from his face. "This from the man who broke into my apartment unannounced," he pointed out dryly. "There are towels in the linen closet," he offered, indicating the hallway with a curt jerk of his chin. "Should I tell her you've had a bit of an accident?" He asked delicately.

‹Kaspar› His eyes rolled, reaching for the side to tug himself up and out of the tub, ensuring his feet found the floor mat this time, boots largely spared the worst of the water as they hung out over the edge of the tub. "Ugh..." Louis was already moving towards the closet to grab an armful of towels as Kas turned to glare down at the man in the tub. "Tell her what you like when we get there... Also, the uh, bubbles are disappearing." His finger wagged casually towards the the sparse bubbles, not commenting on the fact that he'd just been laying atop the naked man, but noting he was now able to see more than he had perhaps wished to. "And i'm not impressed." He remarked, grabbed one of the towels from the pile as Louis returned and rubbing it over his bare torso and hair. The dark haired man dropped the towels, giving a casual laugh. "I'll get the clothes in the jeep while you get him, I can drive." Kas nodded approvingly of this plan, snatching up a bath sheet sized towel from the pile. "Skoll... Would you like to be carried out of here naked, or will you behave yourself? Last chance..." He waggled the towel menacingly.

‹Skoll› "Most likely because you buried your face in them," he pointed out dryly. The observation was countered with a dry raising of an eyebrow, rather than the scramble for modesty he might have hoped to inspire. "You say that," he responded cheerfully, "But we both know you'll go home and cry into your pillow later." He took a moment to run his fingers through his own damp locks, weighty with the soapy water. He grimaced, briefly considering ducking under the surface to rid them of any lingering residue. As it was, his gaze fixed onto Louis with all the pitiless precision of a needle sinking into the soft exoskeleton of a butterfly. "Excuse me?" His gaze swept back to Kaspar a moment later. "You're welcome to try."

‹Kaspar› Hel shook out the towel, tossing it casually over his shoulder as Skoll kept up his smarmy, defiant demeanor. Kas had pretty much been planning on it, ready for the man to give his final disagreement. As soon as the words had left his mouth Kaspar lunged, using his physical strength to take hold of Skoll and haul him bodily, almost a little too roughly out of the bathtub onto the waiting bath mat. Little time was wasted in tossing the large towel over him, Kas following the man to the ground, pinning him there.

‹Skoll›The lunge wasn't entirely unanticipated. The manner in which he found himself hauled bodily from the comfort of the bathwater and forced onto the ground, however, was another matter entirely. A sharp, hissed exhale greeted the rough touch; breath escaping from between clenched teeth as the newly healed skin of his abdomen pulled taut, threatening to tear open afresh. He was half-tempted, for a churlish moment, to pin Kaspar to the ground and sink his teeth in, with all the crude efficiency of using an icepick to gouge a hole in the ice. The most he managed was a punch, poorly executed, that went wide of its mark. He was left to crouch on the mat, uncomfortably clammy against his skin."****'s sake," he ground out.

‹Kaspar›He eased up slightly, aware of the wounds that had made the man want to stay in for the night in the first place, fingers tucking the towel in place around him. "Yes, for ****'s sake." He agreed, not unkindly, tucking his arm around the man as his shoulder pressed towards the man's midsection. His hands rubbed gently at his adopted little brother's back, knocking a firm kiss to his temple. "Am I carrying you or would you like to put on some underwear at least?"

‹Skoll› The lingering irritation was mild, replaced by a quiet resignation as Kaspar busied himself with tucking the edges of the towel into place. The movement of his hands was at once tactful and strangely considerate - at the very least, significantly less jarring than before. The sharp spike of discomfort faded into a dull, irregular pang. He relaxed, just slightly, under the gentle rubbing of his palms, lulled by the movement. An affectionate grumble escaped him at the barely-there press of Kaspar’s lips to his temple. “It’s that important to you?” He asked a moment later. His tone was flat; the question was largely rhetorical. “Let me up and I’ll see what I can do about putting in an appearance for an hour.”