Chess, Not Checkers

Finding ticklish spots only incited the Warlord further, until he was digging his toes into every soft part of his side and stomach that he could find. It wasn’t long before Artorias realised he could not win. He gave one big mighty push that very nearly threw the Warlord off. In his drunken state it was more luck than anything else that kept his gravity over Art as the other boy gave up, and Seer fell down upon him again.

“Mine.” He agreed, one word sentences came easily, and that one the easiest of all. He tapped Art on the nose, and then rolled off with a groan. Leaning his side against that of the younger wolf. “This is good. Nice.” He said with a yawn.

"Sirius Fatalis"