Hello, everyone.
There really isn't enough Grand Highblood/Summoner - and I for one think it's a wonderful pairing ouo So, here's a little something.
LOOK, I'M NOT BEING LAZY FOR ONCE :D

The Summoner peered about the throne room, an obvious look of annoyance befalling eyes eyes. He didn't like being in Highbloods castle; it's a dangerous place to be if you're a low blood. Not to mention the Subjugglators - oh Gog, so many Subjugglators. But, when his Kismesis called, it normally meant he was pissed and he needed someone to take it out on. That someone - of course - being him. Rufio leaned against the wall, staring at the paintings that riddled the room, particuarly one of him, stabbed through the circle of his sign with his own lance.

The waiting ceased as the doors were harshly slammed open, as they usually were. It was no surprise. His eyes fell to an obviously angry Highblood, "What's wrong this time, Garland?" The Grand Highblood snarled at Rufio, he wasn't too fond of a Lowblood calling him by his true name. Garland stormed over, taking hold of Rufio's hair, causing him to let a startled yelp.

"Come with me, shitblood. We'll talk in private." And that's a nice way of telling him to come here. The Summoner only sighed before nodding as Garland began dragging him along, down the hallways of the castle like Hive. Pushing past servants, slaves, nobles, and Subjugglators alike, the Highblood made quick timing of finding an unoccupied room - unsurprisingly his own. Garland pushed Rufio away, nearly making him fall back into the fire place - though Rufio was a tad more stealthy than that, he quickly regained his balance. He looked up from the ground, watching the other troll saunter over to his bed, plopping down with a furious sigh. Garland had long forgotten his recuperacoon - he didn't like slipping up, getting addicted to the slime, then going on a murderous rampage when he was sober. As did the general amount of Subjugglators. It was no surprise.

Allowing his wings to sweep him from the ground, Rufio slowly drifted toward the indigo-blood, "Are you going to tell me what's up before you punch me in the face?"

"It's just one of those motherfuckin' days," Garland quickly reached up, taking the Lowbloods wrist in hand before roughly pulling him down into the bed face first, "stop flying, motherfucker! It only encourages my fucking anger, and I'm pretty sure you don't want a beating today, shitblood!"

Rufio let a groan into the thick comforter then slowly began pushing himself up, only to get pushed back down by Garland as his back - mainly his lower back - was straddled, "that doesn't mean I don't get to torture you," the larger Troll brought his hands to the others sides, digging his nails into the sensitive flesh. Rufio couldn't help but let a pained whimper, knowing that Garland could rip him in half right then and there if he protested. He pulled his face out of the bed so that his chin was against it.

"Come on, Garland. Wouldn't you prefer to talk about it, rather than take your anger out on me?"

"This is my way of fucking talking about it, I thought you knew that by now."

"This isn't talking, this is causing me pain, Highblood!"

"I could do a fucking lot worse, fucker."

"I know you could," Rufio frowned - oh, he knew. But maybe he'd come up with something new instead of torturing him until he was almost dead, then nursing him back to health only to do it, again. Well, actually, getting a healer to nurse him back to health. Seriously, do you expect the Grand Highblood to do that for a lowblood? Especially one that has a - so far - secret rebelion against him. He began to feel blood seeping to his shirt - the 'fun' has only begun.

"So don't tell me what to do, fucker," Garland gave a low growl before slipping his hands away. Rufio gave a content sigh at the release.

"Garland, now hear me out," the Taurus began, the Highblood only responded with a slight grunt, "maybe talking about your troubles would be a good thing; you know like, rather than beating your anger into someone else."

"And why should I talk about it with you?" Garland frowned, placing his hands besides Rufios shoulders, leaning down slightly.

"Because, you don't have a Moirail. And, how about this. Bare with me now. You talk, while I try to give you advice on the matter," Garland growled once more, "and, you can do whatever you want with me as you do so. I wont stop you."

"Hmmm...," the indigo-blood pondered for a moment, "alright, shitblood. Deal."

Well that was surprisingly easy, but something in the pit of his nutrition sacks told him that he was going to regret this in the end. Garland lifted his weight from the smaller troll, only to flip him around on his back. A stuttered whine left his lips as his weight was pushed onto his wings - he was most certainly not used to that. Garland retook his place ontop of the Summoner, a sly smirk playing his lips. This most certainly is not what he'd expected.

"Okay then," Rufio sighed, "spill your sorrows, brother."

"It's the damn Sea dwellers, again," Garland took Rufio's wrists, pinning them above his head, "they killed some of my Subjugglators as a way of motherfucking testing a weapon they have to destroy us."

"What, uh... do you plan to do about it?" The brownblood gave a confused look as Garland leaned down into the crook of his neck - avoiding his horns of course. A sharp gasp parted his lips as he felt Garlands teeth sink into the sensitive flesh.

"I don't know," he pulled away for a moment, "I don't want to have to go at fucking war with Dualscar, but the fucker keeps pushing it."

"Maybe you two can compromise, you know, come to an agreement of sorts?" Rufio tensed as Garland bit back down, drawing blood. The Grand Highblood gently sucked on the fresh wound, lapping away the bood. Pulling away once more, he peered down at Rufio.

"That's not as easy as it sounds," he slipped a hand away from the other trolls wrist, only to slip it up the Taurus's shirt, pushing it all the way up. Garland frowned, "this rag is in the way."

"Would you like me to take it off?" Rufio rolled his eyes at the Capricorn who only shook his head before gripping it tightly in hand. In one swift motion, he tore the cloth as though it were simply air. Now the Summoner was beginning to regret suggesting this idea. Garlands hand ghosted over the wounds on his sides from before, making Rufio flinch slightly. They still burned, despite it having been a few minutes.

"Dualscar wont fucking listen to reason - the motherfucker wont stop until we're all destroyed," his hand gently gripped Rufio's hip as he leaned down to the point that their faces were inches away, "but the thing is, I'm pretty fucking sure that everyone likes living. It's not time to go to our dream bubbles yet."

"Yeah... I see what you mean," for some reason, the Summoner began to feel lightheaded and flustered with the other troll being so close, he'd never felt like that around Garland before; he'd always felt some kind of deep hatred, "maybe you can, uh... you know, offer a peace offering?"

"I'm not going to be the fucker to offer peace to that asshole. He should be the one bowing down to me!" Garlands grip tightened slightly, causing Rufio to let a slight whine. He frowned, this was something he would normally do, especially with a shitblood. But something told him he was obligated, too. Garland closed the space between their lips in a rough kiss. The Summoner's breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly as the sudden impulse of the other. The kiss was quick, ending surprisingly sooner, leaving Rufio with a dumfounded look over his features. Garland slid his hand down and under theigh, giving it a slight squeeze, "And, I'm sure he would ask for the things most precious to me. Or, he would come get them himself."

"And... why would you even tell him what they are?" Rufio gave a small, shuddered sigh. He began to wonder exactly what was going through the Highbloods mind. It's not like he could tell Garland to stop; this was his own idea. Not to mention this could be far worse, "or does he know?"

"Dualscar could know. There's always a possibility," the Grand Highblood's hands slowly massaged the smaller trolls theigh. Rufio gave a light shiver at the sensation causing Garland to smirk, "which means, the fucker might want something I have with me right now."

"Wait, what?" Rufio gave a confused look at the comment, which was only reinforced as the grip on his wrists was released. The indigo-bloods hand traveled to Rufio's cheek, finger tips ghosting across the base of his horn.

"I can't have the motherfucker taking one of the things that keep me balanced," the Grand Highblood began to lean back down to steal another kiss from Rufio's lips. A knock on the door forced him to stop. Garland let a low growl before slipping off of his prey, "Rufio, leave through the window. Thank you, for talking about this with me."

Rufio couldn't help but give a look of dissapoint as he sat up. He quickly shook off the feeling as he stood, quickly leaving through the window just as Garland opened the door. As he flew away, he vaguely heard the angry yell of Highblood. Obviously this wasn't good new; good thing he left when he did. But something told him he would be back sooner than he intended.

Eeeeeeee~ I really like this pairing, you have no idea ;u;
I might do some more for this, like another chapter.
If you guys like it that is.

Well, until next time.

-KoD.