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Charies -Joscelin and Joseph





Place -Park, Josephs house what have you

The first bits where done online on messanger

Shying from the hand, eyes warily searching the smile for some sort of malice. Nothing, the words rang true in his ears. Tentively, he settled his slim hand in the others eyes not straying from Joseph’s face. “O-okay.”

With a small, reassuring smile, Joseph lightly pulled Joscelin to his feet and began to lead him towards his own home. It wasn't too far of a walk, and Joseph's house was... well... very big. Pretty much a mansion. Opening the door, he led Joscelin inside, leading him through a large sitting room, through the large kitchen, and into a bedroom. "Help yourself to the clothes...""And I will need to know what food you would like to eat, and perhaps your name?"

The barest glimpse of a shy smile poke though at the prompting one Joseph gave. He followed slowly eyes trying to take in everything at once and with a soft chuffing cry he began to sob when he saw the house. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he stepped into the mansion that seemed so close to his own home. An actual home! No more caves and dirt.

He rubbed his eyes stepping into the room. “It’s..It’s Joscelin. Joscelin St. Clair.” His fingers started to unbutton his top; he paused flushing, holding the fabric against his chest. “I, I’m sorry to cause you all this trouble.”

Nodding his head lightly, Joseph turned around with a flick of his tail, so as not to watch Joscelin undress and redress. "Joseph... Joseph D'Moura, and it's no trouble at all." Though he wasn't facing Joscelin, he smiled nonetheless. "And what would you be craving to eat right at this moment, Joscelin St. Clair?" Joseph had a plan for Joscelin, and luckily enough, it wasn't anything cruel.

“Just Joscelin my lord, “ he replied stripping fully out of his clothing except for a small tiny cross set across his neck. Joscelin ran his fingers over it before redressing in the nearest clothing at hand just wanting to wear something clean. God he needed a bath something soon. “Breakfast would be wonderful..” Name a food? Anything, everything..he couldn’t chose.

"Just Joseph, Joscelin," he said softly, finally turning around once he heard the other redress. Walking over, he gently took the dirty clothes that Joscelin had been wearing, taking them into the next room to put them in the washer. Smiling at Joscelin, he nodded. "Breakfast it is, then." With a flick of his tail, Joseph thought for a few moments. "It may take awhile, so you may shower while I cook. The bathroom is just through that door," he said pointing towards it, "and Joscelin... you may stay here, with me, until you are back on your own two feet. I will help you the entire time, I will put more than just a penny to your name. And please, I won't accept no for an answer. All you have to do, is promise that you won't ask anyone else to kill you."

“Joseph,” he repeated submissively bobbing his head. He shift slightly under the other glaze uncomfortable being in such a state with someone that once would have been his equal. Shower? He looked up hopeful, head turning to look at the door. God how he craved a shower, he felt so filthy.

‘Promise that you won’t ask anyone else to kill you.’ He stiffened at those words, eyes fluttering down, and his small teeth worry his full bottom lip. “I. I can’t promise,” he said finally rubbing his arms.

Joseph approached the other, and lightly put a hand on his shoulder, noting the submissive tone that Joscelin had spoken with. Joseph liked that someone was submissive towards him, but... not to this extent. Turning, he walked back towards the doorway. "Okay, then you will be staying with me until you are well again. Showers and warm food every day, no longer having to worry about money."

Joscelin winced as the hand fell disgusted at himself. He was just as good as Joseph and he was nearly begging for a meal and shower. He had cried at seeing the house. Joscelin rubbed his eyes and a small growl came out. “I am well. I am not sick monsieur.” He spoke with a trace of what he once was. “Hungry and cold perhaps but not ill.”

Joseph quirked a brow and smiled charmingly, "And that's just the attitude I was trying to drag out of you," he said lightly before waving a hand lightly in the air. "Oh, and by the way... Your face is not ruined. Nothing a little shower and food can't fix. You're still attractive, so don't worry. Besides, it's obvious that you once had a status like my own, and you know what... you still do."

Joscelin ran his fingers over his face slowly remember each and every wound and scratch he hand inflicted during the night terrors, attempting to claw his eyes open. He shuddered breathing turning in harsh pants suddenly cold at the unpleasant memory. “It is scars. They may not be apparent,” he traced a small thin line. That healer had been impressive. “No…no I don’t,” he shook his magnificent head. “I lost all of it.”

Joseph said nothing, he had simply went to cooking Joscelin food. He stood in the kitchen, fixing pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon. The feline shook his head and sighed lightly. Joscelin was attractive. Part of him was submissive, but the other part wasn't... and it was apparent that he had some issues. Soon enough, he was finished cooking, and set the food on the table, turning to read.

Joscelin watched Joseph leave, playing with the collar of loaned shirt. With a sigh he stripped down once again, folding up his borrow clothing and hurried for a shower. Clean to be clean again. He turned on the hot water keeping it at a temp just cool enough he wouldn’t burn and moaned softly as the hot waves his back…Warmth felt sooo good. He scrubbed himself raw and cleaned his hair nearly three times till he actually felt nearly sick and dizzy.

He turned off the water, stepping out and collapsed. Perhaps he stayed in a tad to long.

Joseph reached up and lightly scratched his ear as he moved into the sitting room, to sit in a nice comfortable chair. Picking up a book from the side table, he drank his water and flipped through the pages. He was concerned at how long Joscelin had been in the shower, but he was sure that if he had went awhile without a shower he'd be in one for hours...

Joscelin rested on the cold porcelain of the bathtub breathing in and out waiting for the dizzy spell to past. He ran his fingers though his long red hair, separating it in stands to dry faster. Standing slowly he wrapped a towel around his waist and slowly redressed himself. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slow and steady. He finished dressing himself and with slow dainty steps walked to the kitchen.

“Sir? Joseph?”

"Yeah?" the feline's smooth voice called over the sound of rushing water. His ears and tail twitched, as the water was slowly turned off. Reaching out, he grabbed a towel and pulled it into the shower, wrapping it around his waist before stepping out. He was well built, but slender, his skin shining and perfectly smooth, every curve slender. "You hungry?"

A red flush colored Joscelin face as the cat stepped out. His tongue ran across his lip as his eyes wonder across the well built slender body that was just beautiful. “No, I’m fine.” He reached out slowly, hand hovering over one of Josephs shoulder trying to get the nerve to touch the flawless skin and prove this wasn’t a dream. “Am I dreaming?” he questioned.

Joseph had nodded his head at the first words, not seeming to really take notice to the eyes scanning across his exposed figure. He had turned to the mirror, and had begun to fix his hair, when he noticed the hand hovering hesitantly above his shoulder. Turning, he lightly took Joscelin's hand, and pressed his lips tenderly to the coon's knuckles. "Does that answer your question?" he asked, gently releasing Joscelin's hand.

He blushed then, eyes hazing at the surprisingly tender kiss to his knuckles. He took back his hand running his fingers over the knuckles, looking down at them as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Y-yes, it does. Excuses me monsieur, I did not mean to break into your bathroom.” He turned and fled out of the room face burning in embarrassment. That..that did not go well.

The feline blinked, and smiled, then gave a small shrug when Joscelin fled before he had time to say anything. Fixing his hair, he exited the bathroom with only the towel around his waist. Once in his room, he dressed into his usual style of clothing, before looking around for Joscelin. "Joscelin...?" he called, frowning lightly as he continued to search around for the coon.

The coon stood in his room, slowly undressing to get ready for a cooling bath to cool the suddening flaming of his skin and this odd feeling in his belly. Back turned to the unlocked door he shrugged off the shirt letting it fall down creamy soft curving shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap followed by the pants that slithered down his legs. Joscelin tilted his head up at the ceiling lips parted with a sigh and moved to the window to open it. Morning air would feel good. He forgot to answer Joseph caught up in his thoughts.

Joseph continued to search for Joscelin, before lightly knocking on the door to the other's room, opening it after a moment of silence. And there he stood in the doorway, staring at the back of a beautiful, creamy-skinned body. There was no blush that fell across his cheeks, no smile that worked onto his lips. Nothing, simply those emerald eyes, taking in the sight. "I'm sorry," he murmured, quickly backing out of the room, closing the door.

Joscelin did not hear to caught up in what he was doing. He opened the window giving a soft murr at the crisp morning air before disappearing into the bathroom for a quick, brisk cold shower to get the disturbing heat away from his skin and the flickering sometimes shockingly naught thoughts out of his mind.

The creamy skin goosed bumped but cleaned and his teeth chattering the coon dressed in a different set of found clothes and stepped outside his door.

Joseph had already disappeared inside of his room, and changed clothes to sweatpants and a tight black shirt--something more comfortable. He didn't plan on going anywhere. Stepping out of his room, he smiled lightly at Joscelin before walking towards the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, he flipped through a cook book, trying to decide on what sounded good, since Jo didn't seem to be hungry.

Joscelin gave a small smile back feeling slightly over dressed in the long sleeve sweater that hugged his skin and jeans. It fitted well though just tight enough at his slim hips not to worry about it slipping down. He followed Joseph having nothing better to do and slightly nervous if he left the cat’s sight all this would just disappear.

Tilting his head, the feline hopped up to sit on the counter, not caring whether it was seen as bad manners or not. Hell, it was his house. Joseph's emerald eyes watched Joscelin carefully, as his tongue flicked out to moisten his chapped lips. "Joscelin, are you all right?" he asked quietly, hopping off of the counter to walk towards the coon, stopping a few feet away.

The coon nodded, stepping forwards to lessen the distance to a few inches. “I..so many bad things have happened to me. Some terribly horrible thing to just suddenly have all this..” he gestured to everything. “It just seems to good to be real.” He paused looking down. “ I don’t want to wake up and be alone again,” he muttered in a tiny voice.

Joseph gently reached out, his hand tenderly resting against Joscelin's cheek. His touch was as tender as his kiss, his skin smooth and warm. "Then you won't be alone again," the feline murmured softly, leaning forward to lightly press a kiss to the top of Joscelin's head. He didn't want the coon to see anymore horrible things, he wanted to help him, suprisingly enough.

Joscelin rest his head against the hand, copper eyes closing at the feel of smooth warm tender skin. His lashes fluttered at the kiss and he gave a small sound. His hands fell down, fluttering and hit the butt of the gun. “You leave like everyone else.” He muttered stepping back from the warmth. It was lies. Everything was lies. The voice said so.

Closing his eyes, he lightly folded his arms across his chest, shaking his head before he set his eyes back onto the coon. "No, Joscelin..." the feline started quietly with a little sigh, "I won't leave. I refuse to leave... If I ever leave, it will be because you left first." Joseph said softly, turning around as he walked back towards the counter. "I can't stay with you if you won't let me..."

"Nobody can stay with you if you won't let them. Maybe it's not your fault, either... but you have to choose who you want, and who you don't want..." he said quietly.

“It says you are though. The voice keeps away the nightmares and I don’t want that curse again. I don’t,” he said pulling deep inside himself shivering eyes going flat and emotionless. “If I die I can be with Papa again and he won’t leave me…”

“Then it's lying, Joscelin. You keep listening to that voice, and you'll end up alone again, and death will never come for you. The voice is not the only thing that can keep those nightmares away from you," Joseph whispered as he walked up beside Joscelin, before brushing lightly past him and into the sitting room to sit down, staring towards the fire.

Joscelin whimpered side stepping back. He wanted to believe. Neron said he had taken away the curse, stuffed it in his gun and that was it. Still every once and a while those nightmares that left him clawing and crying in terror, dripping blood and tears came and hurt. He swallowed and walked slowly to Joseph. “You..can you stop the nightmare?” He questioned.

Joseph gently rubbed his temple, then rubbed lightly at one of his ears. It helped him to think clearer. "If you let me, then I can try." the feline wasn't sure if he could make the nightmares go away, it all depended on how comfortable Joscelin got with him--how comfortable they got with each other. Simply sharing a bed, nothing sexual. Just to see how the night went.

But Jo probably wouldn't agree to that, and Joseph was very attracted to the coon. Something more than lust. There was just something about the coon that made him feel different, so it wasn't likely that Joseph would do anything Joscelin didn't want him to do.

Joscelin eyes flickered just as his hair was touched. His eyes blinked twice, small teeth worrying his lips before he nodded. “That is something we never tried. I guess we can try that,” he said looking up at Joseph. “Fully dressed right?”

"Fully dressed. Abso--well... you will be fully dressed. I'll have these sweatpants on, but I can't sleep in a shirt. Normally I don't sleep in anything, but I can sleep in pants... just not a shirt, it feels like I'm being strangled." A short pause and his tail gave a flick as his fingers gently twirled a curl of soft hair, "...that's okay, right?"

“I prefer a long shirt to sleep in really,” he admitted. “Pants just feel odd,” his eyes closed as the fingers twirled in his hair a small sigh coming from his mouth. “It, it will be alright,” he muttered trying to ignore the voice whispering in his ears.

"I can find you a long shirt to sleep in... I'm sure I have some around this house somewhere. It's just... in case you do have a nightmare, I'll at least be right there to comfort you. And hopefully, with another body in the bed, you'll feel more... comforted or safe in your sleep, and hopefully the nightmares won't come at all.." Joseph said quietly.

“Thank you. I would like that then sleeping in this again,” he said tugging on the collar of his sweater loosing it. “It’s uncomfortable to sleep in these clothes.” He looked up at Joseph and nodded. “It might help..At least you can keep me from clawing myself from the nightmares.”

Joseph nodded his head lightly and continued to run his fingers through the coon's soft curls of hair. It was still pretty much morning, so he wasn't exactly sure what to do just yet... but at least he had managed to comfort the coon somewhat... That was good...

Joscelin’s eyes flickered closed. “That feels good,” he muttered resting his cheek on the others pants content at the moment. “I..I think I will have breakfast then. If that is alright with you?”

Joseph nodded his head and smiled, continuing to gently stroke his fingers through the soft curls before pulling his fingers away with a nod of his head. "I take it that's my cue to fix you something to eat," he chuckled lightly with a gentle smile.

“Toast would be good,” Joscelin added slyly. His eyes opened slightly hazed from the pleasurable feeling of being stroked. It had been a long time since he had been touched in such a way. “I don’t know where anything is in the house monsieur.”

The feline smiled, and gently ran the tips of his fingers from Jo's cheek to his chin, before slowly standing up. Holding out his hand, he quirked a brow. "Come and I shall make you food. Just tell me what you crave, and it will be made..."

The coon shivered at the caress, eyes widening slightly. He blinked twice before taking the hand, standing up smoothly. “Toast. I never have been much of a breakfast person. With some strawberry jam.”

Smiling, he gently played with the coon's hair again, after he had stood, before gently taking his hand to lead him into the kitchen. Immediately, he prepared toast and readied the strawberry jam, layering it nicely before handing it towards Jo.

His teeth bit his lips slightly at the playful movement and the odd sensation running from crown of his head till his toes. Joscelin did not know what to make out of the spine tingling feel. He followed obediently and blinked before giving a tiny smile. “Th-thank you.” Damn, that stutter.
Joseph smiled lightly and nodded his head, a slender brow quirking lightly before lowering quickly. "You're welcome," he murmured lightly before seating himself at the table to enjoy a nice glass of warm milk.

Sitting, he ate the toast slowly licking crumbs from his lips between bites. He finished his breakfast, if a slice of toast could be called breakfast, and wiped his fingers on a napkin. “Can I..get something from the fridge?”

"You certainly may," the feline said, granting the other permission to his request. A slice of toast could be considered breakfast, and personally, Joseph never ate breakfast. He was more of a strictly dinner fellow. Only having milk for breakfast and lunch, usually.

Joscelin searched in the fridge searching for a beverage. “Soda?” He questioned looking up at Joseph hopefully. It was not something he drank often but right now he needed something sugary and sweet. The coon felt childish for asking.

"Yes," he murmured lightly, nodding his head. The coon could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he didn't need to ask permission... but that didn't mean Joseph didn't like him asking. Manners were a refreshing thing to see.

Joscelin picked up a can of soda and sat down, popping the top, and listing to the cheerful fizzing of the liquid. He sipped the liquid with a pleased murr tail waging slowly behind him. It was sweet, bubbling, and the fizz tickled his nose.

Did the cat always smile so? ANd he was watching him again though with his spasitic behavior it probably was called for. He said I was attractiv...the coon blinked eyes narrowing in thought before shrugging it off. Joseph couldn't have ment it.

His fingers rubbed a tiny scar, one of few he gathered durning his curse. He was scarred and his sibbling had said-damn his sib they where the one that outcasted him from his own home.

The coon sigh, tapping the alummn can. Now rested and feed, even dressed and cleaned he felt to dependent on the cat. Not that it was bad, it was to be expected he couldn't get to his trust fund and his sibblings had cut him out of his fathers will. He did have a few things though back there...in that cave. His features wrinkled slighlty.

"I..left some things at my last place of dwelling..I would like to get them back." Was he allowed to leave? Actually he didn't really want to but then he wanted his things back.

He sigh at the little caress. "Yes, most of them are not valuble so I'm not worry about them, but mothers pearls are there." Three and a half feet of deep creamy color perfect pearls that had been passed down by his mother for years.

He paused looking at the cat and then his hands. Would Akash mind him bring a guest? The coon pushed his hair back and finally nodded. "It would be best. He probably is not going to be happy with me."

Joscelin amber eyes widden slighlty at the contact. He had never been touch so familiary, well not since he had been very young. He sigh and relaxed. It felt nice to be touched, petted for once, even the soft kisses. His family was never one to really be emotional.

"Thanks, it be best if someone was with me." Joscelin watched the other, eyes lingering on the small tiny white fangs. Kitty fangs. "We best go know, before A'shi returns."