♂ L ค ι я ♂ (Yaoi / Lit) -CLOSED-

[Basil-tofu]

청 M I C H A E LccC H E U N G 청

Love has earth to which she clings


With hills and circling arms about--


Wall within wall to shut fear out.
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But Thought has need of no such things,


For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.

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Michael shot the other man a quizzical look, pointedly glancing out into the sea of businessmen and shady characters shifting and filling the darkened corners of the lounge. It wasn't the place to bring a woman, especially his fiancee, the quiet, meek type whose existence depended on her innocent, if flawed view of the world. He could only imagine her face if she ever entered such a place as Lair. Her thin eyes would bulge, perk little lips falling open like a bloated cod. As mush as it might pass as a normal, though reclusive club in the Cocktail Lounge, it was impossible to ignore the hosts, especially those barely two hairs out of childhood, lingering on the edges of the crowd. It would be amusing, he supposed, to watch the scales fall away, to see her confusion and fear as she tried desperately to rationalize what she saw before her… But only for a while. Soon he would grow annoyed with her idiocy, and the consequences were not worth the short moment of entertainment, especially if it risked the public image he had taken so much care to build.

He would not tell Kazama any of this. While he valued the man for his business and conversation, he was not fool enough to trust him. Nor did he wish to add to whatever information the man might already have of Michael's duel life.

"Hardly," he answered instead, shifting his perch on the bar stool. Rather than elaborate he reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He tapped one out, and let it dangle between his lips as he searched his pocket for his silver lighter. It was a present from his fiancee a year ago. Despite the sickly sweet message engraved onto it, he carried it around wherever he went. Just another piece of the mask he wore daily. Still, though would he only admit it with a laugh, he did like the sound it made as he flicked it closed. It was… satisfying, the sharp snap of finality brought only with the casual flick of his wrist.

No one had ever accused Michael of being a dramatist. If they had, he would have been inclined to agree.

"Here on business?" he asked around the still-unlit cigarette, glancing towards Kazama from the corners of his eyes. "Or for play?"

He barely caught Kazama's whispers over the noise of the club. Not his best? Michael had seen the way Kazama watched a room, his plans hidden from the world but intentions clear. Even if he wasn't at his personal best, he certainly was at the top of his game. Chuckling, Michael lifted a brow at the man. "I wouldn't know about that."

His fingers closed around the square metal lighter. Flicking it open, he held the quivering flame to his cigarette, sucking in the bitter smoke until the end glowed a greedy amber. He closed the lighter, snap, and stored it back in place. His fingers closed around the tobacco stick, pulling it away as he turned his head to expel a wispy stream away from his associate.

He waited patiently as Kazama spoke to the bartender, enjoying his tobacco and wine, sweet indulgences he rarely allowed himself at work or at home. His fiancee hated the smell of smoking, and he quickly found it easier to coddle this particular flaw rather than push the subject. It wasn't a particularly inconvenient sacrifice, he supposed. His visits to Lair were frequent enough to hold off the ache. Each and every one of them, in fact.

Michael took a quick survey of the room, easily picking out the hosts that had already arrived. It was still early, he supposed, or there would have been many more circling the crowd or escorting patrons through the guarded door. He didn't see his former favorite. Though it was possible the boy had yet to come out, he thought it more likely he was gone for good. Time to find someone new. He enjoyed the fluttery thrill that pricked his stomach at the thought. Picking a host was simultaneously his favorite and most disliked part of Lair.

Glancing back at Kazama, Michael was surprised to find the man pressing his fingers to his temple. He took a moment to regard the blond, taking in a long breath of smoke. He wasn't worried exactly, but…. "What do you say to a change of scenery? This noise in disturbing my day-end peace." He send Kazama a decidedly wicked grin, eyes glancing off towards the few hosts hovering at the edges of the room.

‹‹OOC: __[[Edited a little bit. Nothing important, just a few tweaks here and there to make it make more sense. Also... really weird types are gone]].__hope it's not really awkward to respond to... :/ ››

[obsidianknives]

A shot in the dark


In a blink of an eye


As I am lying awake


I can still hear the cries


'Cause your soul is on fire


I can see through your eyes




❧ . { Culinary ⇎ ⇎ A R T S ⇎ ⇎ Practitioner } . ❧

Crowded was the word to describe his exact feelings in this moment of time. Here, he was working in the trade he was paid to do, performing the task he was hired for, and trying to make up for the ruined state he had discovered the place in. The food wasted in a paltry meal designed solely to one person's palate and it was enough to make him cringe with the food costs that Cassius was now going to have to be filled in about. The flesh of the gouda cheese wheel was being carved thinly, the knife sunk deep into the cream of belly as eyes did make contact with Yasei. It was a set of violet lances that ould have made a bear cringe before turning away.

"That was neither a filling meal, nor a nutritious one. It catered to only a select individual's taste buds and palate and was not suitable for anyone who might have allergies or, I don't know, vegetarian diets. There are quite a few here that survive on the rabbit food and vomit at the mere smell of roasted flesh." Utterance was made in sharp reprimand to the male who so very much reminded him of a girl. He clenched his free hand around the knife handle as he felt the presence of the doctor enter into the room, the sensation of being watched and scurrying as a creeping rat would, giving him away immediately. To add more insult, yet another host decided to find their way into the kitchen and the few nerves that Leo actually had dedicated towards patience - which was to say, none - were snapping like taught rubber bands stretched beyond the breaking point.

The paranoia infested ideal that another person was stalking their way into the kitchen began to eat away at him until knife point was rammed so hard into cutting board, it split wood, vibration traveling up blade to make handle wobble under the impact. "*Das ist est!" The final straw had splintered along the edges as the hot-blooded temper of his heritage took over. First was the doctor, who snuck so "soundlessly" into his territory, a slinking stray cat that needed to be showed the door. Leo wasn't entirely sure which part of Page he grabbed, whether hair or arm before he hauled him over the shoulder and headed around the counter for the other two, all the while shouting at them with a conscious effort to remain in the common language and dialect.

"This is the kitchen, that is, my working space. You are all in my way and I know you have other places to be and other things to do. Get out and go entertain the patrons like you are supposed to be doing. I will make a meal for you to eat and I will tell you when it is ready. Until then, take your mushy, lovey-dovey banter elsewhere!" With that he deposited the proprietor of alchemy, Page, and the slacking-off workers, Yasei and Muse, outside of the kitchen entranceway. Page, he dropped from his shoulder unceremoniously, like a sack of old potatoes to be thrown out. Yasei and Muse, he grabbed by the arms and hauled them out, falling back on the days he used to work security when he was much younger and, if one could believe it, much more hot-headed. Before much complaint could be given his way, he slammed the door shut, the tremor causing dust to float down from the frame.

A few seconds passed as he debated on locking it for good measure, but the owner and manager frowned upon needing to fish out keys in order to walk through their own establishment. Whatever bottles or glasses they had had with them upon exit, were ignored as Leo returned to the split wooden board he had been slicing cheese upon. With a resigned sigh, he yanked free the utensil and returned to his work. The only beneficial thought that came to his mind was that he had previously laid down the blade - in a very loose sense of those words - before removing the pestilence.

The unrelenting throb of pain stabbed into his consciousness as he remembered the very reason he was being so difficult to begin with. The headache may have been forgotten by him, but it had not forgotten its purpose. The very same ideal that was now haranguing him with every thought, fingers tending to the food ceaselessly and perfectly without a mind towards the distraction, however.






O.O.C. ::
*That's it!
I did warn you all that his post was going to be...
Not a very nice one.
I apologize profusely for his lack of manners. [/sweatdrop]

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[SciencePanda]

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It was dimly lit around him the candles would have been a nice affect but as predicted the city's lights were enough to illuminate the uppermost level. Playing getaway at the dead of night was a great idea. Even if this room was off limits to most, he had a special way of getting in here, when it was not in use. It was empty, so far, so his melodic voice was released without restraint to the point that the notes reverberated his skull. This encounter took him back to those melancholy moments when he stood on velvet assembled stages. Ah, this is it A tingle of electricity erected the fine skin lining his bones. The males words were indicative of Italia and were eaten alive by the open space of the greedy *Starlight Escape. The glass roof didn't help conduct acoustics sadly, but there was nothing wrong with a greedy lover. He was in unusual form tonight, no cracks in his damaged voice. This only encouraged him to project outward into the lovely room, more forcefully. He filled the empty void with even more of what it sought. Mmmm, don't be so hasty, I'll give to you, all of me~. Maybe he shouldn't be so loud but it felt too good not to let his voice out. The retired opera singer would pay for this but that didn't matter currently. The acute larynx discomfort was worth it, in the long run. As the masterpiece was just beginning to be expressed to his most latent ability, Dario's bronze eyes lept open to view the downfall of precipitation. What a performance, eh? Even you weep. . the entire ceiling reminded him of a liquid sky. Or maybe even that moment of distortion before you yourself begin to cry.

There was a sharp jingle of a key-ring the object was rounding his index finger rhythmically to the opera masterpiece spewing from his mouth and tongue. Without intending to, his muscular upper extremities had been waving to either side of his body. Italians speak with their hands right?. . . No~ they stroke the invisible flow of words into poetry. Dario's posterior lay flush against what probably were the most expensive sheets he ever come in contact with. How unlikely a position to hold an opera in, on your back. But injuries from his past forced him to. This was the only possible way to push his diaphragm's full capacity. The tarty chef was hoping to catch a glimpse of the stars or at least a sliver of the constantly shrouded moonstone. But these lamenting skies were, if not more, accommodating to his current mood. The percussion of rain drops resembled off beat audience applause which induced the vocalist to smile. The decorative glass caught and swept the overhead tears into the neon lit streets below.

I should be working right now his shift started twenty minutes ago. But sometimes he deliberated about why two artisans would be needed on the same night? Maybe the higher ups had a scheduling issue? A true gourmet artisan wouldn't need another set of hands to smoothly run a kitchen of this size. But It was more likely that Dario was trained harshly and preferred being under that familiar pressure of running things alone. His career selection had fallen to tumultuous environments, so far as he could tell. But hell, he was a social butterfly and enjoyed fluttering his wings no matter how undesirable the acquaintance. And there was something about the poisoned tongued Leo that incited Dario to help soften the man's vocal blows on friend and foe alike.

Dario's serenade finally cracked, bringing the soulful aria of *Nessun Dormato to a screeching halt. Bitter sweet was the only description that could be used to identified how his face must have look. The body could be so cruel sometimes. At least it held out as long as it could until his larynx froze under the vibration. "*Io sono buono a nulla, il mio amore?" He questioned the empty room with joviality. His horizontal position was slowly contorted to a standing one, give or take a few groans. He felt older these days he needed to start working out again. It was time to start off toward the kitchen, now that he successfully ruined his voice for the night. Maybe this new husky and sultry sound would dull the fang of that German Shepard he worked with? Highly unlikely His laugh only caught up in a tight lump, causing pain. An unproductive palm could not ease the uproar at his throat. Dario wondered if Leo had even realized he wasn't there. Frisky hands tended to the hay stack he called his head.

{(Olio- Oasi- Capolavoro: . . .*Starlight escape - the glass room on the roof.
This is Dario's first post, it took me some time and I am not pleased.
I asked permission to place my character in the Starlight Escape.
So this should be permitted correct?})

Italian Translation:*Io sono buono . . . = Am I no good, my love?

[Fox_of_Black Fire]

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❝xxI'm lucky if I ever see the light of day again
my sin is choking me, my crude built walls are closing in
This cell is filled with claw marks easing me, their teasing me,
they told me so I didn't know the fall would be this easy
How long until it starts to do me in?
I can't give when I'm not breathing in
I know they'll come with what I'm owed
Guilty as charged......

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Unless you hear me!
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☛ ● ● ● Jagger Bel Muse

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Jagger was very capable of getting under ones skin, yes the other silver hair host was skilled in the same tricks as him self it just happened he had more ways to use said skill to suit his purpose. Watching as Yasei shrank away from him a flush of color filling his features only made jagger wish to push him farther yet that seemed to be short lived by the growing temper that was the chef fussing in the back ground long forgotten till now. His grey hued orbes caught the movement as the last straw had been drawn, Leo's temper being unleash upon all who was around to witness the explosion.

The silver haired male had little time to react as his arm was being grabbed and finding him self being hauled from the kitchen. At least he had time to finish his apple in time before being made to exit the kitchen in a such a rude manner. Looking to the good doctor as he was dropped outside the door like a sack of potatoes a smirk formed over his lips a slight chuckle escaping him cause he found all of this entertaining say the least. "Well I think we may have stepped on a couple of nerves, think he would kill me if i walked back in there?" The pale male was joking of course knowing when things may have gone to far, even though the option of poking the lion seemed like a grand idea he knew doing such a thing may leave him in a state which medical help would be needed.

Sighing he lifted a slender hand pushing locks of silver back from his face as he let his gaze settled on his friend Yasei. "Guess are little game as ended for now......so sad cause i was enjoying my self. Seeing so flustered was a real treat!" Jagger remarked as he winked at the taller silver haired being, glancing down the hall he though now that he had his thirst taken care of along with a little snack for on his stomach maybe heading back to the lounge would be the best option for the alabaster skinned male.

Judging by how long he was done in the kitchen he sure the cocktail lounge would be buzzing with prey by now. It was time to find a Parton to play with for the evening, he had no real regular guest that requested him yet but he was enjoying the free range to test out each guest who happened to venture into the depths of the lair. "Things were fun while they lasted but I must return back to the guest and see if I can find a lonely soul wishing for a little company. Care to be my escourt Yasei?" Jagger asked in a sweet voice as he tilted his head to one side a playful smirk dancing over his pale pink lips.

❝xx How long until I find the strength to stand
I wait for mercy in your bleeding hand
I know they'll come with what I'm owed-guilty as charged
My enemies belittle me reminding me the penalty of all my deeds despite my pleas is death xx❞
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[xkitty2x]

Koi "Yasei" Tsunade

"Now that your living with a vampire snake,
You better get your self a gun! I'll make you sing just like a boys choir. I'll string you up to have some fun.
RUN DEVIL, RUN RUN, DEVIL RUN"
Location: Hallway Company: Leo, Muse, Page Thoughts:"All I know is that Everybody Loves me

Yasei was still trying to regain his composer when his body gave a small jump at being startled by Leo's booming voice, scolding the group for being in his work space. Without much protest or even a little bit of a fight he allowed the German to dump himself outside the kitchen along side Jagger and Dr. Page. He blinked a few times and allowed his green hues to watch the door slam shut and listened to Jagger's words.

They might have stepped on a few nerves and the physical dumping might had been a little much but it was okay. Besides without much effort he had help rattled the man up and the reaction did taste sweet in his mouth so he merely cocked his head back and laughed, causing his eyes to tear up. After a moment he calmed and wiped a stray tear with his figures gently. “hehehehe...Kono yōna kawaī hito , eh~” he giggled out and ran a hand through his hair, eye flicking back to the door and then to Jagger. His words this time didn't make him blush but they did make him grin a bit more. Crossing his arms he gave a 'hmm' and rolled his eyes. “Is that so Muse-s-a-n~” he asked and carried out each syllable of the suffix in a teasing manner.

The smile on his lips didn't waver and at the request to escort Muse to the lounge was as good of an idea as any, after all he was there to work and the guest had to be lonely since neither one of them where up work the floor.

Take a step forward he used his hand to rest gently under Muse's chin and tilt his head up a bit. Using his most charming smile he leaned down so their faces where only inches apart and answered his question. “Hai~ We do have to work after all and I'm sure they are missing us. I'd be glade to escort you anywhere Ai-kun~”

With a smirk gracing his lips now he pulled away from the other and enter twinded their hands together, leading him down the hall. And not to be rude he looked over his shoulder and winked at Page, his discomfort forgotten at the moment, “See you late Page-sama~” he called out to the other man sweetly.

Out.Of.Cats: Got it out early because I love you all, plus I had a good muse to help me~
Ai= Love
Kono yōna kawaī hito= What a cute little man

[The Hired Uke]

"My name is SIMON but I go by Sai now..."

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When it seemed that the man’s business and attention had turned elsewhere, Simon closed his eyes and pushed his glasses up once more. As usual they slipped back down just as his eyes had opened once again, casting a wayward glance in a different direction. He then turned towards Zen who was also busy and rethought how he was going to handle the situation. The lounge was growing busier by the minute so he figured it was best to just take care of the order himself. Simon then stepped back around the counter and started towards the doorway when a snapping sound caught his attention. Blinking and stopping in his tracks, gray eyes scanned the bustling lounge until they located the source. It was a man with medium length brown hair, he didn’t verbally announce what he wanted exactly, but the expectant manner in which he acted was enough to entice the bartender over. The thought that this man was probably demanding a host had crossed his mind, but he was already standing in front of the table and giving him a pleasant smile.

“Sir? Hello? My name is Sai, how may I help you?” there was no harm in taking this man’s order as well as the other gentleman’s. He was behind anyway and he could easily make it up by taking two orders at once.

Simon's gaze wondered as he waited for further instructions. This man was handsome as well, despite the fact that he wasn’t really looking, especially in a place like this, but again…there was no harm in thinking such thoughts. In fact, such thoughts were not uncommon since well groomed and gentlemanly looking patrons frequented Lair.

“Today’s special is Japanese cuisine.” Simon was not aware of what was happening in the kitchen so for as far as he knew the meal plan was the same.

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[ll Agonia ll]

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ฬith: Rue // Yasei // Muse // Page //Soon Leo
ｱlace:Hallway right outside the kitchen//

He let out a sigh of steady wariness. Maybe it would expel the sensation from his tense body? It was a harsh energy sapping task to constantly suppress yourself against natural tendencies. And this night was supposed to be more relaxing? That was quickly proving to be a untrue statement. Cassius let a shoulder roll to loosen the lay of his jacket. Slowly his slim fingers detach a few buttons at his collar and pushed open the garment to expose the milky curvature to his collar bone and neck. It almost felt like his own wardrobe was attempting to strangle him. Mind was in the midst of trying to muddle Rue's earlier behavior. That child would probably become another toy to the Fourth Dragon then he would have to fix the damage done. Of course Rue along with a few other hosts, were here because they chose to be. But that didn't lessen Cassius' responsibility to maintain the health of the merchandise. He could almost feel negativity pushing up between stiff shoulder blades. He despised Kidou for many reasons, but most of all an experience from their past together stood out the most.

As Cassius rounded the corner that obstructed the view to the carved out entrance of the kitchen, his long meaningful gait stop short the threshold. The manager had arrived just in time to witness the not so kind deposit of trouble makers. Leo seemed to have reached his limit of foolishness for the night and left a pile-up of fools at Cassius' feet. The whole corridor almost shook under the force of the German's door slamming antic. The vibrations increased the manager's developing migraine not to mention the amused laughs. ". . . . . . ." It was clear that some had made a game out of upsetting the German. Childish amusement was found in seeing how much the Chef could take before he snapped. He couldn't disapprove of Leo's behavior for in the long run it helped him out. Vocal reprimand was halted once Yasei and Muse decided to appease common sense, and head off to work. "The night lounge . . .Make sure not to become lost along the way." he called after the two silver haired males that seemed comfortable hand in hand. He was reminded about the music wire that one of them had inquired about but said nothing on the matter. Because it might deter the host's correct thoughts of work.

Pain pierced his temples like some sort of damned insect hell bent on boring into his cranium. "You, however, should know about teasing the wild animals." He turned his amber gaze to greet the ocular jewels laid in the center of Page's face. Forefinger and thumb of his left hand squeezed against the pressure point located between the thumb and index finger of his right. This was a well known way to lessen the pain in his head, or so his master had once explained. "One of these days he just might tear open your lovely throat." Nonchalant knuckles wrapped at the door that had been so heavily slammed earlier. He made sure the series of knocks identified himself to the Kitchen dwelling Cerberus, before he slowly drew the door ajar. Cassius had developed a trademark knock in order to lessen the likelihood of being attacked with displaced aggression.

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{{๏ut ๏f ๔ategory:-still laughing at the dog pile in the hallway-
oTL }}

ｲranslation:

[Fox_of_Black Fire]

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❝xxI'm lucky if I ever see the light of day again
my sin is choking me, my crude built walls are closing in
This cell is filled with claw marks easing me, their teasing me,
they told me so I didn't know the fall would be this easy
How long until it starts to do me in?
I can't give when I'm not breathing in
I know they'll come with what I'm owed
Guilty as charged......

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It serves the purpose of confirming I remain condemned
And I will ever linger on the edge
Unless you hear me!
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☛ ● ● ● Jagger Bel Muse

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Tilting his held in mild confusion at what was really going on, "My part in poking the lion was nothing planned out I can assure you. My reason for being in his dwelling was to get a drink of water and nothing more, the fact of him becoming enraged was just a plus in all of this fun." Jagger commented in a smooth calm manner the tint of humor still lingering in his voice as he still rode the high that came from the danger of the angered chef. As Yasei agreed to be his company toward the night lounge, the male though to then closer to the small silver haired being.

He grinned innocently back at him bitting at his lower lip in a seductive manner, "Keep taking such actions and I may just keep you to my self for entertainment." He purred in a low sultrier voice, of course by his actions some may think of Jagger as being tainted well in a way he was cause he female partners before yet the act of being with a male he never took anything far enough to consider him not a virgin any more. That act he has not part taking in as of yet, Jagger need not feel any Parton deserved such a act from him so his virtue still intact from that point of view.

Rounding the corner that covered the path to the kitchen the pale skinned male stopped in his foot steps as dark figured came from the shadows much like some type of phantom being surrounded in darkness. "Good evening Cassius.............umm be careful going in there Leo is a tad on the upset side. But for reason unknown to me!" Jagger said with slight chuckle cause he knew the full reason for the actions that such occurred moments before. using his free hand he pushed pale locks of silver back from his features a unmistakable smirked form over his pale pink lips. His attention being drawn back to the person whose finger were enter twined with his own slender ones, he smiled at Yasei winking at the other cause he could not contain from doing such a thing.

"Now which way is the night lounge again, I seemed to have forgotten how to get their. Hey Cassius do happen to have a map I can use?' Of course he was joking cause he knew how to get there, the male could probably find the place in his sleep that's how many time he had walked the paths of the dim lighted corridors of the lair. Jagger tugged lightly on Yasei hand so he would follow him, "Never mind i sure between the two of us we can find our way there. If we go missing just send a search party...or not maybe if we die our ghost can haunt this place." The pale male laughed softly before waiting to see if Yasei was ready for them to get on their way. He did allow his gaze to take in the sight of the doctor who went by the name Page, then how Yasei was talking with him forgetting all about the fear he had with the medical staff. At least the other was able to speak with the darker haired male in a kind manner, if he was not able to speak with the doctor then thing may become troublesome for the other if he happened to get him self harmed in a way when medical help may be required.

❝xx How long until I find the strength to stand
I wait for mercy in your bleeding hand
I know they'll come with what I'm owed-guilty as charged
My enemies belittle me reminding me the penalty of all my deeds despite my pleas is death xx❞
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[Amor_de_Luna]

Well, that was fun.

Page was fine, happily grazing on sweet cherries and celery stalks, and then he was followed by someone who was… obviously fearful of him (Yasei, maybe that was his name). Then Yasei struck up a conversation with “Muse” (pretty manic eyes, that one) and his position was blown. They began to gossip, Page mentally rolled his eyes, and then came the call of a beast. Leo’s senses of his territory being invaded by chatty birds and a sneaky raven had just been sounded, which was Page’s cue that it was time to phase outta there. Just when he had leapt off his perch on top of the refrigerator, Page was able to pluck one last morsel (another apple, granny smith green~) before he felt his head jerk back, which he responded to with a squeak. Not that it hurt, he’s been dragged around by his hair before, it was just that it surprised him and it undid his doughnut tail, having his natural, just below the knees hair length come undone. A minor adjustment, Page quickly moved his body so the angry Leo grabbed his arm instead and suddenly the floor didn’t exist.

While Leo finger wagged at the three of them, Page made himself comfortable by taking small nibbles out his apple and allowing himself to access Leo’s physique, since he was so close to him and all. Page was short, true, but he wasn’t a light man so this was either natural strength on Leo’s behalf or rage!strength (which he was also familiar with). The shoulder he was hoisted upon, he felt, was stronger than the other, and it was visibly seen with a trained eye, his sternoclediomastoid was a little weaker on the other. Scalenes nice and strong, from a man that probably gritted his teeth a lot, as well as his masseter muscles, both had equal tone. It was the vein on his temple that tipped Page off someone suffered from chronic migraines or headaches. Better chronic than cluster.

Well, no wonder he was so upset, he was in pain. Sure Germans weren’t known as the happiest or friendliest folk, but they had an “A+” in hospitality, if anything. And discomfort could turn the most sensible and polite person into the scourge of the earth. But he had to admit, it wasn’t the best thing that the three of them crowded his workspace, so he understood his anger. After all, his clinic wasn’t a hangout spot either, and anyone who thought so would be politely asked to go somewhere else.

Suddenly, the hard, cold stone called the floor introduced itself to Page’s backside as he was ever so “kindly” dropped by Leo and then he grimaced lightly at the force of the door being slammed. After taking a chomp and quick swallow out his stolen prize, he called from behind the door in his best apologetic voice, “Es tut mir leid! |I’m sorry|” Whew, his German was rusty and he could never really get rid of that accent of his roots. “Wer siegt seinem zorn einen gegner besiegt hat~♪” |He who conquers his anger has conquered an enemy.| A German proverb he was fond of. Well… All right, Page was fond of a lot of proverbs, but that was the one that popped into his mind then did a somersault off his tongue before he could stop it. Two things could happen, either Leo would ignore it or the door was suddenly open and he’d be kicked in the back of his skull. Either would be fine, Page had a thick skull that could take a lot of abuse. And maybe he was already used to getting kicked in his head… Different story for a different day. As the silver twins went about their business, he did wave a cheerful good-bye to the fearful one Yasei as they went to do their Lair duties…

And then came the voice that made Page’s spine turn rigid.

The manger, Cassius, had just graced him with his smooth, cold, and mildly heavy aura. Page didn’t avert his gaze upon being pinned on the spot like a collector would do to a butterfly with a pin, but that didn’t mean he could stop the very mild sweat that started to film over his skin. That’s the sort of effect Cassius had on him, just his presence alone would straighten Page out if he were goofing around or being unprofessional. He wasn’t that hard to sense, his body language bled a predator kept on a leash with a bejeweled collar whom, whenever displeased, would lick its pearly white chompers. He noticed Cassius’s smooth movements and, he had to admit, he was surprised that Cassius knew a bit of acupuncture. That area… hm… Page’s bright gaze went to Cassius’s face more than his eyes and he did a quick scan. Dear… Did everyone here suffer from migraines? The pain was being held in Cassius’s forehead, a mildly clenched masseter… Of course, his eyes couldn’t veil that growing agony even if he tried.

Poor things, the manager and the chef, pain twins~

Page smiled softly at Cassius as he stood to get out of his way. “Oh, his type of wild animal I’ve handled many times, Cassius,” Page said casually, “It’s not my throat I’m worried about.” He was chef, surely he could make human flesh taste like pork not that Page knew anything about that, different story for a different day. “However,” Page began with a more serious twang to his voice, “If you wish to alleviate the discomfort you feel, sir, please if you’re not too busy, do stop by my office. By the time you’re finished with whatever business you have in the kitchen, I’ll have a treatment plan prepared for you.” Followed by a lighthearted smile, Page then said, “Until then, Cassius.” before he made a quick beeline to his workspace.

When he arrived, he found his rolling seat and rolled around his room to the necessary cabinets that held what he needed and his notes so he could follow up to make sure he wasn’t going to make Cassius a cocktail of side-effects. Now that he thought about it, why not make a double batch? For the pain twins~ As he rolled around, he hummed a happy tune, holding his still unfinished apple in his teeth while both of his hands worked, taking a bite and letting it bounce in his lap before bring it back to his teeth and repeating the process. ‘Calm like a bomb~ Calm like a bomb~♪’

[taste_of_poetry]

Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

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The day had not brought much entertainment. At the office everyone thing seemed slow- so slow, that he had decided to take his work home with him. This act within itself was one of the many charades that took place during one of Ara's average days. He was known for being ahead when it came to work, so when he colleagues saw him in the offices it was just for show. In the sanctity of his own abode, he could loose himself to his thoughts...thoughts that he normally suppressed with the help of his will and pride. It had been some time since his last visit to the Lair, but as usual, his sinful desire to feel the warmth of the familiar smooth texture of Rikki's skin pressed against his own, invaded and overtook his original train of thought.

He could feel the direction of the blood coursing through his veins- change as it flooded from his head, to the parts of his body, that he seemed to have neglected. Arajiang was unsure of why he was so infatuated with the host boy, but for some reason he found himself- during his free time, borderline obsessing and fantasizing about his latest lay. His imagination went wild. He could see the others bare porcelain skin spread over the surface of his office desk (the one in his home office), calling out to him. The temperature in the room seemed to rise, and the fabric of his pants grew tight. He found himself organizing the papers that were scattered along his desk, as an attempt to distract himself- or at least get his mind back on track. His true motivation for coming home was a text he had received from one of his grandfather men. This man had been with their family for years, and was one of the few people who knew the families true identity.

Lately there had been a lot of slip ups in there territory, and some of the families weakest location had been over run by other gangs. This had inside traitor written all over it, for someone to know about their unestablished territories- someone had to be leaking information. His grandfather had put one of his trusted lackeys on the case, and apparently they had made short work of finding the man.

It was the light raking at the door, that drew Arajiang's attention from the empty space before him. He peered up from his seat. Leaning back into the comfort of the swivel chair, it seemed second nature to adjust his posture before beckoning the person on the other side to enter. He crossed his legs and laced his finger through one another before placing them on the gentle curve of his thigh. "Please come in."

A silver haired man entered the room, followed by a man who seemed as if he were in his late twenties- or early thirties. The silver haired male- like the others in the world who ages well, had a deceiving facade. He had to be in his fifties, but look the same age as the man standing just beyond his left shoulder. "Sir this here is Minami..." the man indicated to be Minami looked over Arajiang with surprise. Arajiang could tell that the man had expected someone older, and was not surprise when Minami spoke out in shock. "Are you serious, this is who I have been working for?" the man scoffed in irritation. Irked by the fact that someone of a lesser age had been his superior.

Arajiang exhaled in exasperation, before giving the man a faint smile. "I'm not who you think I am. I am the fifth...and normally someone would be honored to get to see who it is that lies behind the title...but you" In one swift motion, Ara was on his feet with a smoking gun in his hand. By the time the sound of the firing gun had subsided, Minami was pressed against the wall- bleed from the newest hole that had been put his head by the blind bullet. "You just aren't that lucky." He set the gun on his desk and stepped around to address the silver haired man who stood motionless as if nothing had happened. "Tomo, make sure to have someone clean up this mess, and the family know that the leak has been taken care of."

Tomo bowed low as Ara walked past him, and out the door. Tomo knew that unspoke request, to inform that family that they would not be able to reach him for the rest of the night. It had become a routine that if the boy every left his home office without asking for something to eat, that he would be leaving.




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Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.

[ll Agonia ll]

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ฬith: Rue // Yasei // Muse // Page //Soon Leo
ｱlace:Hallway right outside the kitchen//

"Hmm? his attention was drawn back to the facetious expression of Muse. Of course this was registered as harmless banter that rolled off him like beaded sweat. Nothing more than a deadpanned stare awarded Muse's tongue-in-cheek jesting. Cassius's plump mouth separated to speak clearly. "If you are taken astray by ignorance, do not bother returning as a spirit. . . I will only exorcise you." with that he returned his attention to the door that had become stopped up in it's own swollen framing. If he had not know any better, he would criminate Leo's manifested hostility as the culprit behind the lodged device. But this building was still aged and did have such obstinate quirks. Once the damp season was upon them, some of the well cared for wooded structures would absorb and bloat like alcoholics. All that was needed to remedy the situation was a sharp hip knock.

Once the door folded under the correctly placed pressure, Cassius payed better attention to the spoken and unspoken words of Page. He had come to notice it before, but there was always a abrupt shift in the Healer's demeanor, while in his presence. He had often suspected that the physician had the ability to pick up on his underlying urges. The manager observed the male's soft smile, and pondered if such an expression were truly meant for him. "You are correct, someone with the knowledge of butchery, and cooking chemistry could inflict far more sinister a retribution ." Mouth returned a less than soft smile to answer Page's previous one. It wasn't as if Cassius was a mindless killing machine, but he did have his moments where it was difficult not to fall to such a level. He wasn't entirely sure if Page's dexterity should be pleasing to him or if he should do away with the male for knowing too much of his authentic desire. Either way the man had noteworthy abilities and it would be a severe blow to no longer have access to such a healer.

He had never taken the time to pay much attention to this persons facial representation. The shorter male seemed more dainty and of a beautiful quality than usually presented. Maybe the fact that the long tendrils responsible for topping his head, were partially askew and cascading down like falls of black satin. . . led to the altered perception today? "As Always, you are too . .Astute." he spoke truthfully and in a somewhat under toned accent. Page's patient assessments never failed to be spot on. Then again Cassius expected as much from someone holding a position in the medical field, not to mention at Lair. To be able to pinpoint with such accuracy thrown together by only a few visible slips of body language was a prerequisite, to say the least. But this mans skill was sometimes reminiscent of sniper using an inner eye to locate a target in an obscuring haze. Page's latent ability spoke volumes yet crash landed him a position on the list of individuals Cassius kept close out of wariness. For those whom knew the secrets of healing, were also keen in the area of killing.

He let go the clasp on his own appendage and forced eyes quickly to subdue and dispose of any treasonous sign of pain. If he could even address this minute twinge as such a thing." I assure you, there is no need for your. . ." His voice trailed off when the eccentric physician and his spoils of war- the apple of emerald- returned to a more natural position, then took up a fast paced retreat. ". . .services." He finished the sentence with a barely there mutter while head and eyes panned after the mans well laid withdraw down the corridor. A genuine yet trace amount of amusement muddled his facial features for a moment. He made a general rule of tending to his own aliments, for lacking trust in others. There was no tongue better suited to licking his wounds than his own. But the doctor might have just earned himself a visit later in the eve. For some reason, unbeknownst to him, Cassius wanted to see how the physician would react to him while in the 'sick bay', of his comfort zone.

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{{๏ut ๏f ๔ategory:. . . I posted~
I left it open-ended in case Kitty wished to add something.
<3~ Hope your studying and exams have gone well. }}

ｲranslation:

[xkitty2x]

Koi "Yasei" Tsunade

"Now that your living with a vampire snake,
You better get your self a gun! I'll make you sing just like a boys choir. I'll string you up to have some fun.
RUN DEVIL, RUN RUN, DEVIL RUN"
Location: Hallway Company: Leo, Muse, Page Thoughts:"All I know is that Everybody Loves me

Yasei blinked, his forest orbs taking in the take look of Cassius. The manager always looked amazing at any point in the day or night and it still amazing him that the man was able to pull such a task off. Ignoring the small witty banter between the manager and his smaller look alike Yasei allowed his thoughts to rome a bit. Wasn't their something he wanted to asking about? Yes there had to be that--
His thoughts where cute off by Muse's words, which floated into his ear once they took flight from the other males lips.

A small smirk crawled onto his lips and his eyes allowed the first tall tale sign of lust ignite like a fire.
“Muse-san should pick his words carefully. To say such things like “keep you to myself” would imply ownership and I don't think Master-sama would like to find out or hear about such things,ne? But~ I wouldn't mind it at all. After all Muse-san me and I him~” he told the other.
Yet another phase in their big playful game yet it did have some truth to it. Everyone that worked here belonged to Cassius's lover, their master, Pollux and the tall silveret had seen the man angery before with a former host and he have vowed that he would never be on the receiving end of that anger, though he still teased the man he made sure to never take things to far as to rattle him like the two of them had Leo even if on accident.

Upon hearing Muse and Cassius's banter yet again he couldn't help but laugh. He knew these hall, blind folded, literally, and would not end up haunting this place, no matter how great the stage practice was. With a chuckle he added his two cents, “No worries Cassius-sama~ Even if I do love these cool walls and the master's friends I do wish to one day preform in a kabuki theater~ We won't get lost on the way, maybe a bit preoccupied,but not lost, for there are men that pay for us.” he told him.

Then glancing at Muse to see he seemed to be ready to leave, he turned and noded his head,motioning the other to step ahead and start them off before finally remembering about his Shamesen string.
“Nani! Cassius-sama, have you gotten my new Shamesen string in the mail yet?” he asked.


Out.Of.Cats: Sorry for the rush~

[iSexyDemonButler]

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⋠ Zen turned his attention to the gentleman who spoke to him, the bartender grinned and quickly turned to his shelf of bottled goods and selected a few before setting them before the man. "We have from Tassel Ridge Winery, In The Dark, a big, red wine with hints of cherry, plum, and white pepper. Then there is two-thousand nine Iowa Marquette, dry red wine with well-integrated tannins, hints of cherry and blackberry, and spices on the palate. Or there is Zinfull Red, a dry, red wine with blackberry jam, plum, and black pepper on the nose and raspberry, cherry, with spice on the palate." He grinned and then continued. "We also have California Zinfandel Shiraz from Abor. It's a deep flavorful red wine with notes of raspberry, black cherries, figs, dark chocolate and a jamminess that finishes with a peppery spice. My personal favorite." He said and then leaned forward on the counter.

The man stopped and and looked at the other male beside the blond and frowned a little. He was never going to have the chance to find someone to play with, was he? And that dumb doctor didn't like him either. He felt so hopeless. Great. Maybe he'd go throw himself at anyone willing to take a fool like him. Yes, he was quite the lonely individual, even when he was with other's. Still, as long he had a bed partner, he was fine. But things weren't looking like they'd go like he desired. Oh well.

[[OOC: Didn't read anyone's posts really, so tell me if I need to edit.]] ⋡

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Music is the lifeblood:
House Of 1000 CorpsesxxxxCrazy b***hxxxxPorn Star DancingxxxxSweet KiwixxxxCloserxxxxSatisfactionxxxxScream For My Ice CreamxxxxLiving Dead Girl

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❝xxI'm lucky if I ever see the light of day again
my sin is choking me, my crude built walls are closing in
This cell is filled with claw marks easing me, their teasing me,
they told me so I didn't know the fall would be this easy
How long until it starts to do me in?
I can't give when I'm not breathing in
I know they'll come with what I'm owed
Guilty as charged......

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And I will ever linger on the edge
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Bodying yearning for the joy of another touch, Jagger's though were off in other folders of his twisted mind. Words of their so called master reached his ears causing his gaze to land on Yasei once more. "Like I respect what that devil thinks, I'm not owned by any one being but my self alone." He voiced his tone cool and calm like that of a gentle ocean current, as Yasei went to converse with Cassius he simple gave a shrug of his shoulder as he took it upon him self to start their journey. That evil man frighten him so but then again drew him like a moth to the flame. The danger that poured all around that male made Jagger shiver in pure delight, he wished to fuel the fire with that special being yet a part of him self shrank back from dwelling in the same quarters as the master. At a game of tug of war with him self, yearning to see what would draw the attention of the beast toward him self.

Cold chill of ice gathered along his spine yet his blood boiling within with though of that man, a tweak of desire fueling his lower body as thoughts of hot bodies pressed against once another lost in his own little fantasy. Bitting at his lower lip goose bumps forming along his pale skin, pulling back from such erotic images floating through his mind he gave a trembling sigh. A slender hand pushing back strands of silver while he looked to his Doppelganger well in a sense his older look alike. Being a able to wait was never his strong suit seeing that the person he was waiting for was Yasei he gritted his teeth baring the wait for the time being.

Closing eyes of grey returning back to the world of fantasy a groan rumble from his throat while he leaned back against the cold hard wall. Having not had excitement in such a long time a yearn so great was building up within his small frame. For one never gone the full length of erotic play he had a very well studied mind that fueled his imagination. The Parton that did choose to partake in his delights never were disappointed say the lease, may be pure in some form but in others he was well tainted to the ways of adults. Jagger ran a hand along his own throat a shiver coursing through his body, if he though about such lucid things for much longer the tightens gather in lower region would be difficult for walking so for now he would dim the flame to try and slack off his desire.

Removing the hand from the smooth skin of his throat he let his arms rest at his sides while his eyes remained closed teeth still clamped down on the flesh of his lower lip. Any touch to him now might very well drive him crazy having gotten him self worked up so every nerve ending was alive with electricity. The clothes that brushed against his skin almost to much to bare, he was trembling some.

❝xx How long until I find the strength to stand
I wait for mercy in your bleeding hand
I know they'll come with what I'm owed-guilty as charged
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[taste_of_poetry]

Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

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The ride to the Lair, was taken in an unmarked car. The life Ara was living had many chapters, and in each chapter he played a different character. The lust-filled man that was being chauffeured in the back seat, was one who had an insatiable appetite for the Korean boy he had sampled. Something about the boy, kept Ara coming back for more. It was as if he were the product he had some of his peddlers pushing in the street. A drug that had the qualities of a hallucinogen and a variety a tranquilizers. The relationship he had with the host boy went beyond pure lust. In all the time had been frequenting the Liar, he had only bedded the boy twice- all the other visits were times he needed someone to vent to, someone who would just listen. He felt the boy was his confidant, sanctioned by the laws of the host club to keep what he heard to himself within the walls that bound him.

Ara had once had thoughts of requesting another host, to test the depths of his attraction for the korean boy, but something always lead him back to what he knew. He had even eyed the fresh raven-haired boy he had seen stalking around the Lair with no clue as to what was in store for him, but even then some how the other crept into his thoughts, he would imagine requesting them both- then things would become complicated. Somewhere along the way, the boy would fall in love with Rikki. The fact they were in close quarters most of the time because of work, put the boy at an advantage, and that was enough to cause Ara's temper to flare. He hated when others had an advantage over him.

His thoughts flashed back to the time he had opened up to Rikki, only to catch a glimpse of who the boy truly was. He had requested the boy, who showed up in just a hoodie and sweats. The hoodie was zipped only half way revealing just enough skin to drive a man wild, while his sweats were the only thing that cover his lower half. The thought that only a thin piece of fabric separated their bare skin, was intoxicating. Even in the simplest of assembles, Rikki held an air of sophistication around him, one of which was the only thing that restrained the beast that wanted nothing more than to strip him down, and ravish the length of his athletic body. They sat for most of the night talking about their past. Ara, lying with the back of his head pressed against the curve of the boys thigh- spoke without hesitation, while the others fingers blazed trails through the dark tresses that lined his head.

He was intrigued by the fact, that like himself Rikki had many layers. He saw a lot of himself in the other (no pun intended), and found it oddly narcissistic how attracted he was to these familiar qualities in another person. Other than that, he found that he a attracted to the boys intellect and other worldly maternal instincts, which made him the most suited host when one had things he needed to get off his chest. To his surprise he had been the boys first, and with felt he held rights to Rikki whenever he came, but that was not how the establishment viewed it.

Ara had once hoped that he would be able to persuade the host boy to quit his job, and stay by his side as a friend with benefits. He had many reason for wanted the boy, but his main reason was to keep him close enough to ensure that what he had revealed to boy, would stay between them. He knew this to be wishful thinking for Pollux would not release the boy without some form of collateral. If knew anything of the business, even if you did not have feeling for the person, if they were bringing in money- then it was hard to let them go. The low melodious tune that filled the car seemed to enrage his testosterone filled thoughts, as his mind went into punishment mode. He was imagining the pain he would inflict and the things he would do to the Korean if he ever betrayed him- and it was enough to his his blood boiling again. The windows in the back seemed to fog up due the amount of heat that radiating from his body, but he paid them no mind.

The driver noted that they would soon be arriving at their destination. he averted his gaze and crossed his legs as if to hide the intentions of his thoughts and their affect on his body. "Yes well when we get there you will just have to drop me off, and return only when I call you."

//ooc: man sorry if this is bleh, but gaia ate my first post and I was doomed to rewrite it without the umph of the original//




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Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.