Crimes of passion -Yaoi- Open and FULL again!

[AnimeAlien]

Jack King
Let me die so I can get my wings.

Jack woke up quickly from the nightmare that had haunted his sleep for the years since that damned incident. His skin was slick with cold sweat and his eyes had a crazed look about them. He gasped and his breaths were quick. His heartbeat was erratic and he tried to calm himself down but all he could see was the light reflected in the blood that had pooled across his floor. It was the same dream every night and no matter what he did he still couldn’t sleep. That dream haunted his sleep where what he had done to others had haunted his waking hours. Every time he thought about what he had done he was full of misery and self hatred. But it was quickly replaced with a numbness that allowed for him to carry on without wearing a straight jacket and being taken away in a white van.

He got out of bed and looked at the blinking numbers on his alarm clock. It was 6 o’clock. He had managed to sleep for a lot longer than he usually could. He quickly showered and got dressed. He wore a black shirt and trousers. He next pulled on a jacket that he closed with buckles across his torso. He slipped his feet into expensive black shoes, got everything else he needed and left the apartment.

The sky above him looked to him to be swirling malevolently. Like it knew that something was going to happen. A dark cloud passed over the nearly set sun and the shadows went from being long to taking over the streets. The air was bitterly cold but full of tension. Jack got that sense again. The same sense he had had a hundred times before. He would get in when things were about to go horribly wrong. He’d got it before…before it had happened.

He was walking through the park and he felt the air thicken with the approaching thunderstorm. Raindrops began to fall slow and light at first before they became large and heavy. The ground was sodden is a minute just as Jack was. He left the park and was walking along a seemingly empty street. It tore through the air and punctured his chest. A spray of blood exited the wound as the bullet entered his chest. It was a few inches below his shoulder, the bullet wound was. Jack fell to his knees as an intense pain shot through his chest just as the bullet had done. He looked around but his shooter had vanished or was hiding somewhere. They had most likely disappeared. Jack fell backwards as he slapped his hand upon the wound. His fingers became slick with his own blood that was becoming diluted by the rain. Thunder sounded above him as he lay upon the ground. He closed his eyes ready for his death.


I see a vision of an angel
Gunshot pull the trigger and my heart goes
Oh disco, you make my body go
Oh baby, look what you do to me
Give up the fight and kiss me goodnight
Then let this disease take hold of me
My heart is dead I lift up my head
It seems i have bled all that i had left

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

It had been busy in the last few hours. Unable to leave such a trouble soul to the world to sudder, Vektor had offered Yuran a place to stay and a gun free of charge. He wouldn’t be able to stay at his compound forever to guard the son of the previous Lord, and business was rampant. When he showed the boy his room he got a phone call from Jericho about a hit downtown on the border of Angel territory. He had agreed to go but returned to tell Yuran that he could stay as long as he wanted. “Zere is no rush for you to leave. Please, help yourself to ze kitchen and to anyzing else.” It was the least he could do for Yuran. After making sure the kid knew where his room was, which was on the ground floor, the door closest to the foyer so he could come and go as he wished easily. He had cleaned off the table, the spilt water, the blood that began to collect on his jeans where he had landed on his knee. It was when he was moving about, getting ready that he noticed Ryan had yet to leave. He didn’t want Ryan to go but he couldn’t force the man to stay cooped up in this house.

Repacking all the guns on the coffee table and putting them back into his violin case, Vektor made light conversation with the assassin as he readied to leave. “I have vork to do in town. I cannot keep you here out of fear, because only a foolish man vould dare to cage a tiger. If you must leave ze perimeters, please-” Vektor looked up when he spoke the next line, a sad smile on his face. “-Do be careful.” He didn’t change clothes because he still had to be careful of who saw him. His case strapped to his back was a give away as it was. Dressed in a formal suit and vest would just be suicide out there. Securing all his weapons, Vektor had given Ryan a reassuring kiss to the corner of his lips, silently telling him that he would always be welcomed here. After that, the Lord left without a word, into the cold weather.

Red shirt of short sleeves did little to protect against the chilling winds that blew through the air and his jeans soon grew stiff from the cold. But Vektor was Russian and grew up in a much harsher environment. This cold was nothing. As he trekked farther and farther from his home, he noticed how the skies darkened considerably. He checked his phone and noticed the numbers at the corner read 6:02 p.m. It was too early for night to be settling in and it was then that he realized he should have asked Jericho for the weather. Tugging on his strap as a calming comfort, he leaned into the wind as the first drops began to pelt against him and the sidewalk.

The lamp post lights flickered on in the dark, guiding anyone in the darkness. Vektor kept an eye out for street names, supposedly to be meeting a man who knew something about the where abouts of a rare drug that recently hit the streets. It was too good of an offer to ignore. But the white haired man had to stop and take refuge under a bus stop, his clothes soaked and his hair sticking to his face. Water dripped from his chin as he wiped at his eyes. Thunder cackled above and Vektor found himself staring up at the skies. “Vhat a day,” he said to himself. His body trembled ever so softly as the winds blew against his already cold frame, drawing cold chills from him. Shaking is head from any water, he looked left and right from his shelter, determining which way was Fleet Street. It was then that he sworn he heard a crack of thunder lash out close by. It made his heart beat faster than he cared to admit, his hands going straight for the gun in his case. Thunder sounded awful like gunshots and it unnerved him greatly. He was beginning to reconsider this arrangement, but with this weather, no one would dare come outside. It was his safest bet. He braved the storm once more, heading closer and closer to Angels’ land.

But he had not taken more than a few steps when he noticed a shadowy figure ahead of him underneath a street light, looking around. The light casted a shadow across the man’s features and for a second Vektor wondered if this was the man he was to meet. “Hello?” he called out but his voice was drowned out by the sound of rain hitting the pavement. His eyes widened when the man staggered and fell backwards. “H-hey!” He rushed over and as he grew closer, the smell of blood was distinct in the rain. It made sense now. He had heard a gunshot earlier, not thunder. This man had been shot. “Are you okay?!” he shouted above the rain, skidding on the sidewalk on his knees as he knelt over the man. The streetlight from overhead illuminated the man’s face and Vektor stopped, frozen in his spot at the man’s side. “King…” An instant of memories flashed through his head, many with this man’s face in it. Vektor’s normally calm exterior turned into a sketched frown, his teeth showing in the dark. He could see the darkening part of the man’s jacket where blood was pooling, soaking into the fabric. He had been shot near his heart. He was bleeding too much.“King,” came out the emotional growl out of his clenched teeth. His hands grabbed his jacket tightly, fingers embedding themselves into the bloody fabric. “Разве вы не умереть!” he yelled suddenly. It was funny how the rain made it look like Vektor was shedding tears for his enemy. “Only I can kill you! Do you hear me?! Don’t you dare die, глупый!” Vektor yelled



[[Translation: "Don't you die!!"
"Stupid!"]]



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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

[AnimeAlien]

Jack King
Let me die so I can get my wings.

In his last few seconds that he was conscious Jack heard a voice that sounded distant to him. A Russian voice that brought up old memories that he had tried to bury. “Vektor…” He whispered, through teeth gritted against the pain, before he fell unconscious.

They stood on a rooftop. It was early evening and the setting sun shone on Vektor’s hair making it look like silver to Jack. His heart that at one time had been dead and cold felt like it was alive again as it thudded in his chest. The mere thought of Vektor could do this to him. He was beginning to realise he had fallen in love with Vektor though he had never voiced this realisation. “Vektor.” He said as he moved towards him before stopping after a few steps. It was difficult what he was about to say and he wanted to not say it. He trusted Vektor but how would he react to finding out what Jack was? Jack had done so many bad things that had destroyed his soul that this man had helped repair. He ran a hand through his hair that was being lifted by the slight breeze and turned around from him. He stepped over to the edge of the roof and looked down at the street below. How was he going to explain to him that he was an evil man who destroyed every life he touched? He trusted Vektor with his life.

He took a deep breath and tilted his head upwards. Those midnight eyes looked towards the sky. “I have to tell you something. If I don’t then it will be too late and you’ll get hurt. You need to know now.” Jack said as he stood there looking away from Vektor. “I am the leader of the Angels. One of the crime gangs in the city. I am the second King to be the leader. My father was before me. I had to-” He stopped suddenly as an excruciating pain rocked his body. He felt warm blood seep down his back and a Russian voice in his ear. “Vektor?!” He shouted before he gritted his teeth. The smell of blood surrounded him as his heart pumped.

I see a vision of an angel
Gunshot pull the trigger and my heart goes
Oh disco, you make my body go
Oh baby, look what you do to me
Give up the fight and kiss me goodnight
Then let this disease take hold of me
My heart is dead I lift up my head
It seems i have bled all that i had left

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

Vektor couldn’t hear the last word Jack uttered when he passed out, head lolling to the side. “King? King!” He pulled him up by his jacket but the other’s head only fell backwards, completely unconscious. “Черт!” he cursed, looking around for anyone to help but the streets were vacant due to the storm. Not even cars passed them by. Vektor slowly laid back the Angel’s leader back onto the pavement of the sidewalk, trying to ignore the dark puddle that was melding with the rain. He pulled the strap to his case over his head and without a second thought, he tossed it far into an alley of an apartment complex. It hit a garbage can, most likely knocking it over. He treasured that case with half his life but he couldn’t carry both in this weather and avoid being attacked at the same time. It was a split second decision with a millisecond consequence. He would have to come back it later. “Get up,” he growled, grabbing the lifeless man’s arm and pulling it over his far shoulder. He stood up, breathing heavily now from the cold and the pain in his legs. “Get up!” He hauled Jack’s body against his back and Vektor hunched forwards, carrying his weight and began to walk back from where he came from.
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“Why did you bring him here?! Are you crazy or just suicidal?! No, that’s not it. You just don’t care what happens to me, do you?! You don’t bring the Leader of the Angels to your informant’s house, b*****d!” Another punch knocked Vektor into a burgundy wall, a picture of a family going crooked before falling to the floor. The Russian did nothing but grunt a bit in pain when Jericho followed up, pressing his arm into his throat. “You’re going to get us all killed! And for what?! You want me to save this man?!” His free hand brought wrath to the opposite side of Vektor’s face, his head snapping and falling to the side.

Jack was resting on Jericho’s couch at his home in the midst of Chained territory. He was the only person Vektor trusted with his life. He couldn’t go to the hospital. Jack would have been arrested or worse. The hospital would never treat Jack in fear that it would like they were sided with the Angels and gain the anger of the Chained. It was a war they couldn’t take part in. Vektor understood. So he brought him here. When he first arrived dripping wet with the body against him, Jericho ushered him in a hurry to get out of the weather. It wasn’t until he got a good look at who Vektor was carrying did he get furious at the white haired man. Chained Leader or not, Jericho was older than him and did not like having his life style threatened like this.

“I’m sorry, Jericho,” Vektor choked out from having his windpipe crushed by the bigger man’s forearm. His arms were limp at his sides, not even trying to stop this man from injuring him. Vektor came here knowing the risks and he deserved whatever J wanted to do to him. “You can… You can kill me if you’d like vhen zis is all done but… I need you to help him now,” he rasped. Jericho glared at him with the promise of a painful death, his green eyes sneering at Vektor’s in disgust and anger. They had known each other for three years and Jericho loved his job making easy money from this man. He never had to get his hands dirty, never had to be involved. He just needed to give Vektor information whenever he heard anything new. He didn’t sign up for this however. He jerked his arm back, letting Vektor fall to the floor, holding his neck and coughing for air. “I’ll do it,” Jericho muttered as he looked at the unconscious man bleeding on his couch in the next room. He turned dark and almost sad eyes to Vektor. “I’ll fix him. But after that. I never want to see or hear from you again.” Vektor didn’t say anything as he stared at the floor, water dripping from his hair. Jericho shut the door to the room he was in as he set off to work on the Angel’s Lord, Jack King.



[[Translation: "Damnit!"]]



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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

[SarcasmGasm]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan stayed standing at the door for a while a couple of hours went passed with him just standing there watching while Vektor took a phone call and while the kid sobbed into Vektor‘s shoulder, this made Ryan feel sad as he would never feel this innocence again. He didn‘t know what to make of Yueen and his life, he only got half of the story listening in on the two as they spoke of it briefly. So this kid was the heir to the Chained throne, did the chained have a legacy and need a throne, Ryan was unsure of this, he spoke as little as possible preferring to stay in the shadows. Vektor took the phone call and after that seemed tense and edgy, Ryan had seen him like this one other time, when he was in Angel territory. Ryan felt Vektor‘s soft lips at the corner of his mouth and he smiled. When Vektor walked out he decided to go and wander the streets until he was needed again. Outside he noticed that it was raining, a few streets down he found a small bar, the equivalent to the bar in Angel territory. He stepped inside allowing the rain to fall from his hair, he ordered beer this place only seemed to serve beer.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[AnimeAlien]

Bound to you by your chains. Bound so tight I can't fly away.

Jack had been waiting for days. Waiting until he saw Vektor again. He’d opened his heart that had been closed tightly for someone to be stabbed in the back. Literally and metaphorically. Being in chained territory was never a good thing but if he was going to meet Vektor then it would be the best place to be. He haunted the old places they used to hang out before Vektor had put a knife in his back. The wound was till healing and at times Jack could still feel the metal enter his flesh. He gritted his teeth as he knew where Vektor would go at this time of night.

Before long he was in an alleyway that was nearby to an old haunt of theirs. They used to walk past the alleyway to get there and he knew that the Chained leader would be along soon. As soon as he saw the white hair he felt four emotions at once. Love, Hate, Anger, and Misery. Their relationship had been doomed from the start though neither had known it at the time. Now it would be torn to shreds. They couldn’t be together. They were the leaders of the two warring gangs so they couldn’t be lovers. After what Vektor had done Jack was going to make it clear that no one crossed the Archangel.

As Vektor walked past the opening of the alleyway Jack had reached out and pulled the white haired man into the alleyway. “Remember me?” He said as he pushed him against a wall forcefully. He had put his hands against the wall on either side of Vektor’s perfect face. How he had loved to watch that face. The face of the one he loved. Though that love was now destroyed with the shedding of his own blood. He had put his face close to Vektor’s so their noses were an inch apart. He used to watch Vektor’s face for emotion and loved when he showed the smallest amount of it. That skin, those eyes, those lips he’d kissed.

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

Left alone in the lit room of his most trusted informant, Vektor could think of nothing, not even the pain of the punches that left him bruised. Blood trickled a bit from the corner of his lips where his tooth caught onto the chapped skin during the skirmish. Icy blue eyes stared at nothing, a vacant expression on his face as water dripped and Plipped against the floor. He was hunched over arms useless at his sides and his body shaking slightly from the cold wet clothes he wore. A continuous stream of words playing like a broken record in his head.
‘Vhy did I do it? Vhy did I bring him here? Vhy didn’t I just kill him? Vhy did I save him?’
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Times were trying, money was tight, people wanting to hurt other people were running rampant out in the streets. It was always busy to keep order and fear in balance, but there was always time for love. He hadn’t been leader for two years yet and already he had his hands on things and still had time left over for a social life. Things were easy and he always could never wait for six p.m. to round the corner. Jumping up to get his coat and calling it quits for the afternoon, Vektor barely had time to shut the door on his way out as he ran down the boardwalk filled with people. A smile was on his face and his hair was short back then. And his smile only grew bigger when his sapphire eyes landed on the person he could always trust. Jack King. He couldn’t miss the ruffled hair or his tall height, or for that matter the gleam of something always lurking in his eyes. Vektor approached him and they shook hands but Jack would never settle for just a proper greeting. He’d often pull him into a hug, holding him close till Vektor could feel the other’s heart beat softly in his chest. Yes. Perfect times.

Later that night after dinner and talking, Jack led him to a rooftop that had the greatest view of the city. The skyscraper’s lights shining against the night sky and the headlights of car below rushing by. The Russian clutched his jacket to his frame from the chill wind that blew. He wasn’t cold but it was Jack’s jacket and his smell often made him far more warmer than any coat. He was here with the promise of something different than all the other nights they escaped their jobs to talk. Jack wanted to tell him something important. Vektor wondered with silent anticipation when his lover wandered over to the edge of the roof, looking down at the sight below. Vektor took steps right behind him near his right side, looking down as well. “Vhat vas it zat you vanted to tell me, my King?” he asked softly, smile gracing his face. He glanced at the other’s face and he seemed so serious and deep in thought. Had something bad happened?

“Vektor. I have to tell you something. If I don’t then it will be too late and you’ll get hurt. You need to know now.”
Vektor didn’t like where this was going from the moment he had said those words. But he had never expected something so serious to fall from his mouth. At worst, he expected that he was being replaced by someone in Jack’s heart and Vektor had readied himself for the pain but the other said something entirely different that sent his mind into a spin.
“I am the leader of the Angels.”
Vektor could almost hear his heart crack at this news. He had kept his ‘job’ a secret from Jack and Jack had never really talked about his line of work. It was simple like that. Vektor didn’t hear anything else after that, couldn’t hear anything as he slipped his arm out of one of the sleeves, a knife banded to his wrist in case. It only made sense now. He was being used. Jack must have figured out who he was and brought him here to kill him. But what made it hurt worse was that he had been strung along by his feelings of love up until this point. Was he nothing to this man?

Before he knew it, he had lashed out, the blade sticking out of Jack’s back. He let go of it, taking a step back, hands shaking. Jack spun around, surprise on his face. Vektor wanted to attack before Jack had the chance to. He couldn’t believe it. Jack was Lord of the Angels. Not waiting for him to regain composure, Vektor ran off that roof, Jack’s jacket falling to the ground as the white haired boy swung open the roof exit and ran inside.
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A familiar pain squeezed inside his chest and Vektor found himself breathless. He fell back onto the wet floor, staring at the far wall as he tried to concentrate on breathing again. The left side of his face was burning now and he figured it was a bruise that Jericho had given him. Lifting a cold hand he touched the spot but began to feel numb when his fingertips brushed against scar tissue. "Vhy didn't you kill me?" was his silent question as his hand fell away from his face. Jack had the opportunity to finish what he had started on that roof a few days after that. But instead, he let Vektor live with this feeling.



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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

[AnimeAlien]

Bound to you by your chains. Bound so tight I can't fly away.

Those lips he wanted to kiss at the same time he wanted to kill him. Jack had told Vektor who he was and he’d attempted to kill him. The person he’d trusted to let them know who he was. After being stabbed Jack had lay on that rooftop for around 10 minutes waiting for death to claim him. As he lay their he felt a fire ignite inside him. Revenge. He had to find Vektor and kill him. He couldn’t lie there and take the easy way out he had to fight. He’d stood up, swaying before stumbling down the fire escape. As he reached the road he began to walk to the clinic they used. His blood pouring down his back and soon enough he couldn’t walk anymore. He slid to his knees and fell face first onto ground. Before he lost consciousness he rang a gang member. “I’ve been stabbed. Chestnut Street.” He said before dropping the phone onto the ground and falling into the darkness. A solitary tear escaped his eye and went over his cheek.

It had taken him a while to recover but when he did he searched information on Vektor and soon enough he’d found out who he was.

In the alleyway Jack was looking into those eyes with a burning hatred. He felt anger and love which was a strange sensation. But the anger was winning. Jack had always been cold to others but now he was showing emotion. He gritted his teeth and pressed his hands against the rough brick harder.

“You’re the Chained Leader?! How lucky that I just walked into your chains. I bet when I told you that I was the Angel leader you thought that it was a lucky thing and took the opportunity to try to kill me?” Jack said, glaring with his midnight eyes that weren’t cold but full of rage. “Now it’s time to repay the favour.”

“I knew you vould do vis.” Vektor said his voice filled with pure fury.

Jack laughed darkly. “You know me too well.” He said. His rage mixed with his need for the white haired leader. He grabbed the leader by the face and kissed him roughly. Stealing a harsh kiss from those lips. It was so rough that Jack cut the inside of his own lip with his teeth and tasted blood.

[CluelessChibi]

Forever and Ever....

I'll Remember those warm words...

That Were Spoken So Softly...

Nanashi was trying to think of what to do. He didn't really feel up to sleeping with a whore tonight.
Then he saw a pub. Ooooh... pub, I wonder how cheap their sake is. Maybe I should go home though. But I'm hungry. Well I could always eat some beef ramen.
Nanashi usually thought to himself quite a bit, since he really never had a friend or even someone to talk to. He was quite use to it though. He continued to think to himself until he saw someone he somewhat knew.
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Wasn't he that kid I was supposed to stalk. Hm. I wonder what his reaction would be if I told him I was planning on stalking him earlier. Now with utter curiosity, Nanashi strode into the pub going to talk to this stranger. You have to know though, Nanashi never quite had any respect for anyone......... but himself in his own way. So Nanashi went straight to this "kid" and said, "Hi there I was planning on stalking you today. You're actually kinda cute."

To Someone Who is as Cold and as Dead as Me.....heh.......

[SarcasmGasm]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan looked up from his drink to see a dark haired male standing above him, of course it was a male. Females never went out much these days. When he called Ryan cute, Ryan smiled a smirk spreading across his face. He gestured for the man to take a seat opposite him. Taking a sip of his beer Ryan notices the man is dressed all in black a preferred colour for assassin’s. Oh Ryan misses being a freelancer and now he is not, Vektor did however say he would not cage Ryan though. “Cute, now that is a new one, aren‘t children cute. I however am not a child. Would you care for a drink Mister…?” Ryan did not know what to make of this stranger, and wasn‘t he quite strange if he was an assassin saying he was going to stalk Ryan. “So why were you going to stalk me and then decided not to” Ryan’s mind wondered to Vektor, well Vektor was not his and he was not Vektor’s either, he would have some fun tonight.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[CluelessChibi]

Forever and Ever....

I'll Remember those warm words...

That Were Spoken So Softly...

"ahh. That's easy. I wondered what may lay under your jacket but decided to find out later. And I was getting pretty hungry anyway." Nanashi sat down next to him putting his arm around him. He never cared whether or not he was getting too comfortable with someone. I mean, come on is life ever any fun if you don't take chances? Besides this one seemed he too liked to have fun. Nanashi ordered himself a sake with some dango. He looked back at the boy. Nanashi realized he didn't even know his name, but that didn't seem to bother either of them. Though he was curious. He thought if he were to treat himself he might as well find out his name. Then he could finally answer who he slept with tomorrow. "Hey kid, mind telling me your name?"

To Someone Who is as Cold and as Dead as Me.....heh.......

[SarcasmGasm]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan shrugged out of the other man‘s grip, he preferred to get pleasantries out of the way first, he then got up and walked to the other side of the table before sitting back down again. He leaned over the table and picked up his glass of beer, near empty. “Ryan and I am not a kid, yours? God this guy had some nerve, just calling him kid, Ryan noticed the look on the other mans face, trying to remember if he had seen him before, he couldn‘t place him. Ryan was getting annoyed at this moment and it showed, he was annoyed at himself because he wanted to show this handsome atranger what lay beneath his jacket. He was annoyed at Vektor for leaving him and he was also getting at this temptation sitting opposite him. Ryan looked down at himself, did he look like a kid, no sure not. He then let his gaze look at the man opposite him, he looked around the same age. Ryan let his gaze linger on the strangers lips maybe for a second too long. Well Vektor had called him a lion and he surely was a predator. He was also a player and he wanted to play now.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[CluelessChibi]

Forever and Ever....

I'll Remember those warm words...

That Were Spoken So Softly...

Nanashi caught Ryan's annoyed gaze.What's he so annoyed about? Is it the fact that I'm referring to him as "kid" and "cute"?Nanashi returned Ryan's gaze as how a master would to his pet. Nanashi licked his lips. They were chap, but he knew very well that action could be misunderstood. He began to sip his sake while munching on some dango. "Just call me Nanashi, Ryan." he teased. Nanashi figured it was being called "kid" that upset him so. Nanashi bent over the table to look into Ryan's eyes, now giving him a seductive gaze. He seemed to somewhat enjoy the attention or could he be wrong about that? Nanashi relaxed so he could continue to drink.

To Someone Who is as Cold and as Dead as Me.....heh.......

[SarcasmGasm]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

God this man was worse than Ryan at least when he was seducing someone he played for a while. Ryan fell for his charm for a minute leaning forward to touch his hand. Then remembering back on the night he let go. He leaned back into his seat placing his feet across on the floor. Ryan then felt a sharp pain in his neck, he reached up to touch the flesh where it had puckered slightly. He winced at the pain, oh he was going to get Vektor back for that and he suddenly knew how. “Nanashi do you do this often?” Ryan then reset his face so that the pain no longer showed, a grin now reached to the corners of his eyes.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[CluelessChibi]

Forever and Ever....

I'll Remember those warm words...

That Were Spoken So Softly...

"What? Take my time seducing? Hell no. Usually it's pick the one I like, pay for the night, then wake up the next morning at least trying to even remember his face...if you want the truth. But if you prefer the lie, then no, of course not."Nanashi at first had a straight face but then went back to his seductive gaze. He didn't know if saying that just cost him the night from this cutey or not. Nanashi didn't care though, he doesn't mind using force. But if the situation should get out of hand, he'd back out. He didn't feel up to trying to tame someone unless it'd truly be worth it in the end. Nanashi realized his cup was almost gone. Not caring too much about being blunt, he ordered a bottle of sake this time. While sipping the bottle, he looked back up to Ryan. He seemed to be using Nanashi's immorality to his advantage. Nanashi didn't care much, but he was worried about the possibility of death more that anything. He didn't know this person.
Could he be involved with someone already? Maybe. Bored? Lonely? Nanashi stared hard into Ryan's eyes trying to figure out if there were any strings attached. Through his experience he never found it good to get involved with someone with strings attached. Nanashi could very well lose this seemingly free chance. But he cared for his life more than a chance like this. What are you playing at, "kid". Nanashi continued to drink as he thought this.

To Someone Who is as Cold and as Dead as Me.....heh.......