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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 10:36 pm
This had to be hell.
Trystan faltered for what had to be the millionth time that night, a sky high blush scowering his face. It was never going to go away was it? Not with this man around. Rubbing the back of his hand against one of his cheeks with an almost childish like pout, Trystan noted with disdain towards himself that his cheeks were increasingly warm with all the blood rushing to his face. This man was something else. He was incredibly.... good at getting under Trystans skin. That was actually new. And it was wearing in Trystan incredibly. But not in a bad way. Despite his incredibly heated face, and the way he was now rubbing the palms of his hands against them lightly trying to get the blush to go away, he was actually still interested in this other man. He didn't have the slightest clue why. "L-look like it?" s**t, did he just - stutter!? Trystan had the whatever was left of his maturity to stop him from slamming his hands down on the counter. "I'm twenty eight, old man." He ground out with another more defined puff of his cheeks. Turning his eyes away, he took another sip of vodka, trying to tame the blush for the thousandth time. This was not his idea of being mature.
"Circles? Perhaps." Trystans more refined voice broke through as he returned to the conversation. Turning his head to the side, he contemplated this entire matter and decided not to answer. They were running in circles, and would hardly get anywhere just like that. Putting a hand on his hip, he glanced back at the other when he commented on the definition of imperfect and cocked an eyebrow before noticing the other was sizing him up and down. His eyes widened in the slightest, and all he could do to fight off the blush was turn his head to the side once again in a faster manner then before, hair sweeping across his face to brush against the start of a tinge of red that wasn't as bad as before. "Like I said, I dont know." Finally, he turned his eyes back to the other, a sharp look tracing his eyes, trying desperately to hide the embarassment and confusion underneath. Still he couldn't figure out why this man made him so.... so... embarassed. Angry in a sense even. Confused too. And slightly... very, very immature.
"Overconfident?" Trystan paused, remembering to breath. "That sounds like a fitting word." Snorting at the comment on being hopeless when it came to trouble and the world revolving around him, Trystan loosely crossed his arms. "I think that was obvious from the moment you walked in the door. And wouldn't that easily be considered being self centered?" Trystan cocked a brow and then turned his head to the side. "Not that I can say anything about that without being a hypocrite." Deciding not to comment on the other about his appearance, Trystan stubbornly decided in the back of his head that there was no way he could ever possibly like this man. And yet here he was... No, no, no. The stubborn side of him kept saying it over and over again.
Raising a brow at the others comment on being ridiculous, Trystan tilted his head to the side, thinking about such a thing for a second. "If you aren't stuck caring about yourself, then what are you supposed to care about?" Pausing as the other brought up surviving, and recklessness, Trystan took another sip of vodka, trying not to lose his train of thought to raw emotion. "Shameless?" he repeated, narrowing his eyes in the slightest. "I'm almost interested in what you mean by that." Tilting his head to the side as th eother commented on the bait, Trystan almost jumped when the other mentioned seducing him. Okay, so maybe he had said some things that could have been taken that way and turned around, but seducing? No, this was friendly banter right? Except it had lost its friendliness somewhere along the lines. The banter as well, if he was going to be strict about it. Frowning at the counter top, Trystan tried not to make it seem like he was thinking too hard on how to keep up his act now that they were hardly talking about serious things anymore. Trystan knew how to be an a*****e, he knew how to act strong, and be stupid, and be cruel. He could torture people for information - but for some reason he couldn't stand this guy! "That wasn't what I was aiming for at all." He finally argued in a stubborn tone.
Bringing up the thing on guts again, Trystan almost choked on his vodka. Yes, the liquor was certainly getting to him because a lot more of his actions were showing through. He would have laughed, if he wasn't so caught up with Kaosu. His father would have been ashamed. His entire family would have probably laughed. If Crux wasn't half asleep on the couch, he would have probably told Trystan to leave the room immediately. "Oh really?" He said dryly, regaining some of his regular tone. It was gone almost soon enough. "I'd like to see you back those words up." No no no, that was not what he was supposed to be saying. Trystan almost added a "wait no thats not what I meant!" but his face showed it clearly enough. What had he been thinking? This guy would probably take it the worst way possible! When the other commented on prey, Trystan blinked and turned light red narrowing his eyes in stubborn regards to his opinion. "And how is that? I'm not exactly tossing myself and my body in your direction." Deciding not to comment on the rest of the mans retorts, Trystan found himself drinking more and more, thanking himself for being a heavyweight with liquor. However, even if he was only half drunk, it was drunk enough.
Freezing up when the other leaned in, slipped a hand into his back pocket, and literally purred into his ear, Trystan shuddered unconsciously. Scary, scary, scary! He was pansexual right? He wasn't turned on by... a lot of things! So why was he suddenly feeling a want for more from this man. Wait, no! No, he couldn't think that. If the blushes before were bad, this one was possibly the worst. Along with it, Trystans pout and bit back whimper was almost laughable. He was acting like a CHILD. Or better yet a virgin. Ridiculous. Turning his head to the side to try and get some distance between him and Kaosu, he frowned hard at his empty glass, solely focused on paying attention to it and not the mans wandering hand. Lower, lower, lower.... Trystan was frozen to the point where he couldn't use words. He had a tough exterior, and most people found him extremely strange, or terrible, or weird. This man however, was something else entirely. Somehow, he was able to bring out Trystans... softer? weaker? normal? honest?! side. That was cheesy commentary one in itself. Being a completely stupid, embarassed dork underneath it all. At least to everyone else he could be something a bit more... tough. But to this b*****d... When the hand reached a dangerous now, Trystan let out a yelp that could have been compared to something or someone who had just been harassed in the cutest way possible. That sounded girly. He thought in horror in the back of his mind.
And then he called him kid.
With a muffled mix of different words trying to find some witty retort, Trystan jumped back. Jumped back. Haha. Well, the result wasn't too good. With a gasp, the younger of the two realized he was falling over, his foot having tangled with his other lanky leg and locking into an uncomfortable, unbalanced position. The worst part? Instinctively, he reached for something to grab onto, and located the front of Kaosu. With another undignified yelp, he landed on the ground, still not having let go of the other. Instead, he'd actually accidentally dragged him over the bar counter and on top of him. So much for not coming onto. Landing with an undignified 'umph!' on the ground, Trystan caught himself on his hands, his back side and a** suddenly giving off a painful cry to the rest of his body. With an almost girly blush, he glared up at Kaosu, trying to find coherant words. Finally, he found something to say and pushed on Kaosu's shoulders, gesturing for him to get off. "You're.... so.... impossible!"
This man.... was unbearable!
[/sneeeeeerk]
hot and sweaty?
[/shot!]
carrots work. <33 I like carrots. o uo <3
Trystan: ouch, my dignity. x ///////x'''
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 12:23 pm
Kaosu had Trystan right where he wanted him. That confusion... That bright red blush... That childish attitude. He had been right about the bartender. That tough guy exterior was nothing more than just that: an exterior. Underneath all of the pomp and open hostility, despite being demonic and an assassin, the man was nothing more than a cute kid. One that was very easy to embarrass. "Twenty eight? Come on, you don't have to try to fool me..." he purred, smirking at the other's adorable stutter. "Who cares if I'm an old man? We both know that with age comes experience." Trystan gulped down more vodka. Trystan would not even look in his direction. Trystan was fighting to retain his cool, refined facade and was failing miserably. Unfortunately for Trystan, that bashful behavior was exactly what kept Kao had been digging for. It was exactly what kept him obsessed with getting under the other guy's skin. It was exactly what allowed the redhead to forget his games and get hopelessly carried away. "Overconfident... self centered... I'd say we both have our fair share of personality problems. But that just makes us more interesting."
Unlike Kao, Trystan definitely had not accepted the fact that he was being toyed with and he enjoyed it. That, above all of his mannerisms -above all of his flushing, betrayed him for the youngster he was. He was too stubborn to accept the reality with grace. He was too preoccupied with fooling himself to realize that the nature of the tension in the room had changed. Kao was not sure he could wait for him to come around. "The answer is simple. I care about nothing," he hummed, once again lying to himself. "Which is exactly why I don't care that you're decades my junior... that you're still in denial... that you're still pretending you're not charming and vulnerable underneath those fancy clothes and that fancy attitude." Again, he fudged the truth. He did not care about those details because he liked them. But he was not any more prepared to admit that to himself than Trystan was prepared to admit he was being played with. "Don't lie. You are very interested in what I mean by "shameless". You may have not been literally "throwing your body at me", but you've done pretty much everything else."
Everything else was an understatement. The man choked on his liquor childishly. When Kaosu touched him, he froze up. He turned a record-breaking shade of scarlet. He pouted, he whimpered. He even yelped. Kao was fully aware that Trystan was not intentionally working to seduce him... to egg him on, but his tantalizing behavior drove the tramp over the edge. Kao could not have backed off if he tried. He preferred this softer, weaker side of Trystan. Unfortunately, he pushed his acquaintance a touch too far. Panicking, the server stumbled away and tripped. Before Kao even registered what was going on, he felt himself being dragged over the counter abruptly. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor. On top of Trystan. That was the last straw. In an instant, he felt like a hormonal teenager all over again. "Tell you what. I'll back up those words of mine..." Ignoring the gesture to get off, he leaned forward. "Right..." His mind on one thing, he drew dangerously close to the boy -so close that he could feel his breath. His wandering hand returned, this time to toy with a lock of the Trystan's black hair. "Now." What was this? Was he really going to kiss someone he had just met?
And then he smelled the alcohol. His pesky conscience balked, preventing Kao from doing anything... unforgivable. He froze. The guy was drunk, right? He had to be drunk. What kind of loser took advantage of inebriated strangers? Scoffing, he reasoned that had never stopped him before. He lived in sin and never regretted a single one night stand of his life. Why did it bother him now? Whatever the explanation, he could not convince himself to proceed. He had lost the nerve. "Just kidding," he added after a short delay, attempting to hide his sudden change of heart. He managed to keep his tone fairly even. Gruffly, he stood up and offered Trystan a hand. "If I wanted to spend the night with some poor wasted kid like you, I would have gone to the red light district," he stated calmly. Trying to recover his dignity a little, he glanced away. It finally occurred to him that Crux was still in the room. He mentally scolded himself. How had he allowed himself to forget about that stupid Essentic? How had he gotten so absorbed in his owner that he did not think about where he was?
"Sorry," he sighed. Kao was usually good at suppressing his emotions, but the fact that he was slightly shaken up managed to bleed through. "At any rate, I should probably go. I really do need to find somewhere to stay."
ooc| Hot and sweaty? xD Well, it IS summer. <3
Kao: Oh hush. You know you like it! ;]
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 7:06 pm
Watching Kaosu in a way that a prey would watch a predator while trying to figure out an escape route, Trystan made a note that his face was not only burning, but his heart was almost in his throat. "Fool you?" He repeated in slight shock, eyes widening. "I assure you, I am not fooling you - !" Finding himself almost stuttering again, Trystan wrapped his arms loosely around himself, digging his nails into his hips and trying to retain something other then his embarassment. "Experience?" The way Kaosu was saying it almost made Trystan bolt for the door. "Experience in what?" There was no way the blush was going away now, and Trystan averted his eyes again, extremely embarassed that he'd even asked that question. If only this had been a movie, he probably would have been the unfortunate damsel in distress. Distress from what? Kaosu, of course. Even though his conscious mind was forcing Kaosu to be the bad guy though, something was keeping Trystan from walking away right then and there. What it was, exactly... well... he still didn't know. "More interesting?" Trystan repeated, glancing at back at Kaosu. A bit of realization warped itself into the back of his mind. Interesting... Trystan bit his lip and decided not to think too much on the others words.
No, Trystan was too god damn stubborn to accept that he was being toyed with. Or that he was provoking the other to do more. He was also too stubborn to admit that he was acting so much like a youngster that it was almost cliche. Yes, fooling was a good word, since he was doing quite a good job of it himself. Truth probably was that he didn't want to come around to the realization, because he would have absolutely no idea what to do if that even happened. Wait, wait! Decades? Denial? Pretending? CHARMING? Trystan would have been emmiting steam, had he the ability to. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He said stubbornly, tossing his head to the side. "I'm not in denial, and I'm definitely not charming." How could he be charming? What was Kaosu thinking? Maybe if charming involved blushing and stuttering and being an absolute - Vulnerable. The word made Trystan startle in the slightest. He was vulnerable. Screwing his eyes shut, Trystan shook his head and tried to convince himself that this was all just going to be a bad dream.
As soon as Kaosu had landed on him, Trystan had the bad luck to freeze up. Even after calling the other impossible, he was still stuck under him, unable to push him off. It wasn't that he couldn't do it physically, just that the idea of making any part of his body move was almost as realistic as jumping off a cliff. When the man had the nerve to start talking, Trystan leaned back, trying to make more distance, but the red head had already locked a hand in his hair, and he couldn't damn well move in such a small space. "K-Kaosu!" He tried, but the stutter came back and so he smartly shut himself up, hands still planted in the others shoulders, still stubbornly trying to apply enough force to get the other away. Too bad that it wasn't hardly enough.
And then the other man stopped. With an astonished glance, Trystan watched in slight shock as the other seemed to contemplate something in his head. What was going on? Narrowing his eyes, he turned cherry red as he realized their positions. Why had Kaosu stopped? Trystan hardly doubted it had something to do with himself. However, in his slightly hazed state of mind, anything that made sense hardly registered unless it was pounded into his conscious thoughts. "Just kidding." Trystans jaw almost dropped. Almost. A wave of relief jerked through him, but it was also smothered by some sort of disappointment - which he stubbornly pinned as the alcohol talking. Regaining some form of common sense, he glared at the other behind the flush of red, and hit him lightly in his shoulder. "b*****d." Trystan said, but the anger to back the words up had left him somewhere along the line. Watching the other get off of him, the obsidian haired man accepted the hand after a bit of hesitation, regaining his balance on two feet with little difficulty. Trystan made a small mental note to check on Crux, and wasn't quite surprised to see the Essentic with its hackles raised, ready to pounce if necessary. The only real reason he hadn't was because he'd either read his owners mind, or he was waiting for any sort of order from the other. Coloring at the others sardonic retort, he glared again, brushing himself off. "Thanks." He said sarcastically. "Next time, you can just go there to talk with some poor wasted kid too." Honestly, b*****d. Trystan felt something twist sharply in his gut.
At the mention of having to go, and needing to find somewhere to say, Trystan almost made a fool of himself by saying wait. But he caught himself at the last moment, turning increasingly red at the idea that he really didn't want this man to go yet. "Sorry doesn't cut it." He said stubbornly. Despite his utter, better judgement, he turned and loosely curled his hand around Kaosu's hand and pulling him out from behind the bar and to the door that brought them out into the cold night air. Turning to the other, still heated red, though it might have been from the alcohol as of now, Trystan flashed his keys in front of the redhead. "I'm not coming onto you, so dont you dare take it that way." He said instantly, a hand on his hip. "But I'm half-drunk, and despite all of your 'you only start to live when you stop caring about yourself' preaching, I still care a lot about my car." In fact, the sleek looking beast was parked just a few meters from where they were standing. Why it hadn't ever been broken into or stolen was beyond Trystan. Thankfully, Crux had easily slid from the bar and into the vehicle when Trystan had started to leave. "I'm pretty sure you can drive better with one eye then I can drive better drunk, and you need a place to stay for the night, yeah?" Maybe it was because he just didn't want Kaosu to leave just yet. Or maybe it was because there was something keeping him hooked. "Like you said, you were just kidding, so I trust you enough to just sleep and do nothing else." Trystan shrugged irritably, the street lights above highlighting both of their shadows. "Thats only if you want to though." He said as an afterthought. It would be easier then calling up someone like Mikhail to pick him up, but if worse came to worse.... Something twisted again in his gut, making the mutt stop trying to convince himself of something even he wasn't sure about. Ridiculous.
ooc;; [/snerk] yes, summer. <333 and we all know what thats good for. [/shot!]
Trystan: .....keep telling yourself that. > //////<
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 11:30 am
Vulnerable was the perfect word for Trystan.
A predator cornering his prey was the perfect analogy.... but for some reason, instead of striking a fatal blow, Kaosu had lost his nerve and backed off. It was out of character. It was unnatural. Why should he care if the bartender was drunk? Alcohol made one night stands more comfortable. Free of responsibility. Free of inhibitions. Why had his annoying conscience -an influence of his that had been dead for years- revived itself at such an inconvenient moment? He knew the answer, he simply chose not to acknowledge it. There was something different about that kid. His interminable blush -his racing heart- his silly, obvious questions- his stuttering his name. All of his immature behavior managed to get under Kao's skin. No wonder he was so obsessed with teasing the stranger; he was being teased, albeit unintentionally, himself just as severely. Even though he was now determined to keep his hands clean, he could not resist the urge to keep toying with Trystan. "You're right. You're not just charming. You're absolutely adorable," he purred, smirking. His "teenage hormones" had not entirely faded, but he had remembered he was an adult. He had self control. He could smother them and behave if he really wanted to. He could also reverse the flow of events and switch back to friendly jokes.
What was this? When Kao backed off, he watched Trystan's reaction absently. He definitely was overly embarrassed. But underneath the relief and obstinacy, did he detect disappointment? The light shoulder hit reminded the tramp that it did not matter. He did not need to work himself up again. Slipping neatly back into his normal stoic, indifferent calm, he merely grinned when Trystan cursed him. He wordlessly helped the guy up, ignoring the Essentic. Did that thing think he was hurting it's owner? Well, he supposed Crux was not exactly too far off the mark. Hopefully that wretched creature would keep a tight grip on its temper. It was a very, very lucky pass that it had not pounced: that would have ended in utter, bloody disaster. "Don't worry, I will. Wouldn't want to make a mess in your owner-friend's bar, after all~" Trystan had revealed too much of his real self for his sarcasm to be effective on Kao anymore.
As much as Kao liked to believe he was playing the gentleman and leaving Trystan alone, he had left the subject of where he was staying open intentionally, hadn't he? Surprisingly, his acquaintance more than swallowed the bait. He was mildly shocked when the humiliated man suddenly seized his hand and dragged him outside. He had not anticipated that Trystan could be so forward. To trust him after what had just happened behind the counter. For an uncharacteristically long period of time, he was stunned into silence, unable to do anything more than half-heartedly listen and mull over the new dull throbbing in his chest. The kid... did not hate him? He... did not demand for him to leave? Was he... inviting him to his apartment? Were not for the cold, the red head might have flushed a tiny bit himself. A part of him melted. How unexpected. Temporarily disabled and confused, he barely even noticed Crux slinking past and into the vehicle. He completely missed the opportunity to mock Trystan. Automatically, before he even registered what he was agreeing to, he gingerly accepted the keys. "Pretty pretentious ride you have there," he finally commented flatly.
Infamous for quick recoveries, he buried his brief bewilderment and forced his mind back into the real world. He was ashamed of himself for responding so promptly. Trystan's offer for a place to stay sounded dangerously close to charity. Kao's peculiar but powerful sense of pride cringed at the thought. To assume he could not find somewhere to crash on his own... To ask him to be something as degrading as a designated driver... he was almost insulted. So why didn't he show it? He should drop those precious car keys down a street drain. He should have been indignant. He should have been angry. He would have reacted respectably had he been talking to anyone else. Instead, oddly, he could not refuse Trystan. But that did not mean he could not get his revenge. "Sounds like a plan," he mused, dramatically opening the passenger door for the inebriated assassin. Cheerfully, he settled into the driver's seat himself. Puzzling over the controls for only a second, by mimicking motions from movies he figured out how to start the beast without much trouble. "Where exactly do you live?" he asked with a suspicious amount of enthusiasm.
In all truth, he was kind of looking forward to the adventure. After all, he had never driven a car in is life. He and technology tended not to mesh well... but how hard could it be?
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:33 am
Vulnerable was a horrible word.
Trystan was still almost in emotional tatters over the encounter that had just taken place. Physically, it was hard to tell - the blush and the expression hardly matching the inner turmoil Trystan was going through. If he had been any sort of normal, and conveyed most of his emotions, he would have probably been shaking by that point. He'd never been taken advantage of in that way, and even more so then that, no one had ever stopped with a laughable 'just kidding.' At the other mans new onslaught of compliments, Trystan jumped like a rabbit cornered by a wolf, and if it had been one of those comical situations on childrens television, there would have large rabbit ears popping from his hair to stand straight on edge. Crossing his arms, Trystan narrowed his eyes at the other helplessly through his blush. "I think your good eye must be blind." He commented dryly, but in a way that one would desperately attempt to divert conversation. "'m hardly adorable... - you're supposed to say adorable to puppies at the pet shop and little rabbits and school girls. Not me."
Kaosu wasn't far off the mark when he watched Trystans reactions to the other. He was disappointed. The thing was that Trystan just couldn't admit it. To himself, or to Kaosu. The idea was indented into his head, drunk or not, that he had enjoyed it, and he had wanted more. But he wasn't going to let anyone know that. It would be embarassing, and most of all, it would probably just make him look incredibly... like a whore. After all, who got together and hooked up with a man they'd just met not an hour ago? Trystan fought not to look at Crux as a distraction, hoping the Essentic didn't know what they'd just gotten into. The worst part, and the part that made him recoil from actually opening a conversation through the connection was that he'd have to explain his overly raw emotions, and on top of that, what the hell they'd just been about to do. He knew for one that Crux would certainly be asking, and whether or not he could even tell the other was completely out of his range of conscious thoughts. Crux could wait for later, right now, he could only pay all of his attention to the man who was turning his life upside down. "I didn't mean that litera - whatever." Trystan said at the others mention of going to the redlight district. Coloring at the idea of making a mess, Trystan whacked the other again. "You dont pin me as the type who would care." He said, not entirely believing that was the only reason Kaosu had stopped.
In all honesty, Trystan didn't have a reason why he'd invited Kao back. For all he knew, the man would steal money, and leave before he even woke up the next morning. For all he knew, Kao would drive them off a cliff. But something made him want to know more about this guy, and something also made him want to stay a little longer. And in his half drunk state, he could hardly tell right from wrong, and the options involving Kao - and not in a sexual way - were sounding much more interesting then anything involving being alone. When the other accepted the keys, Trystan couldn't help but let a small glitter of a smile onto his face, despite the flat comment. "Its not pretentious." He said stubbornly, wiping the smile off his face to frown at Kao momentarily. "Its just a car." He wasn't sure that he could say he liked Kaosu yet. Like was a bit strange. The jumble of mixed emotions hardly helped the cause, and Trystans face glazed over with a renewed blush once he remembered what had gone on just moments before. How could he be invited someone who'd almost done that to his house. For the night? The liquor must have been getting to him. That was the only real explanation. Right? Right.
Watching the other retaliate by opening the door for him in a dramatic manner, Trystan cocked a brow. If he'd not been so buzzed, any manner of suspicious thoughts would be entering his head right now. Especially on what Kaosu was planning. But the only thing he could do was just move forward and get into the car, momentarily relaxing into the familiar leather interior. Watching Kaosu get in as well and begin to settle into the drivers seat, Trystan placed an elbow on the small rest and put his chin in his hand, watching Kaosu with slight embarassed interest. Perking up as he was asked where he lived, Trystan blinked out of his bit of staring and blushed at the realization that he had been shamelessly glancing Kaosu over. "Past Santa Marco's square," He commented, gesturing in the general that way direction. Giving off a short list of directions on how to get there from where "Easy enough?" He asked, fully unaware that the other had never driven a car in his life.
Oh that poor man was in for the ride of his life.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:06 pm
That flush of Trystan's was never going to fade, was it?
Kaosu, having been taken off guard by the bartender's suddenly, gutsy invitation, absently watched the bright red kid, trying to figure out what he was thinking. In his position, the redhead would have never have let himself near his house. What did it mean? Did the stranger want him to continue where he left off? That was a nice thought, but it did not seem to translate into reality. The kid was definitely shaken. Nervous. Uncomfortable. Normally, such mixed signals would have seriously annoyed Kao, but he somehow was intrigued by them. They were not a wolf and a rabbit -Kao was no longer a ravenous predator eager for a kill. They were a cat and a mouse. The tramp had him pinned. He had him cornered. He could have had him in the bar had he wanted to and no one would have complained. But instead, he chose to play with him. To observe him with a half entertained half curious expression. With a peculiar, lazy sort of interest. "School girls?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "What do you take me for? A *****> Okay, so technically it was just a little true. They had a huge age gap... but Kao matured far more slowly than most humans. He reasoned that when his elf blood was factored in, they were about even. "You are adorable. In a unique kind of way. Don't tell me that blush of yours isn't cute.".
His acquaintance's next words gave him pause. He did not even mind being whacked. Again. "No, I don't usually care, do I?" he purred, more so asking himself than making a rhetorical question. It was true. He never cared. Not who. Not how. Not where, when, or why. He did not care if it they had known each other days or hours or ten minutes. He did not care if alcohol was involved. He did not care if he humiliated his partner. He was an opportunist, not a romantic. He was not exactly promiscuous -he was perfectly content to sleep alone- but he seldom turned down a free ride. So why did he care now? Why with Trystan? Why had he decided to stop dead in his tracks right in the heat of the moment? Why did he have the sneaking suspicion he would have regretted reducing his relationship with the demon into a sweet but short memory? Finally, he added evenly, "Nope, I'm pretty sure I don't. So why would I suddenly agree to spend the night at your apartment, I wonder?" He would let Trystan chew that one over for a while.
He tried to block out the guy's brief smile and focus on figuring out the controls of the vehicle. Seriously. Those charming mannerisms. That stubborn attitude. Did he want to make it home or not? Kao genuinely was attempting to keep his hands clean and act like a gentleman. He did not appreciate Trystan's tantalizing lack of cooperation; being unintentionally teased when he was the one who ought to be doing the teasing. "Liar," he bluntly stated. The car was showy and expensive. The definition of pretentious. Preoccupied with maintaining the platonic mood, he kept his responses short. He could feel Trystan's gaze on him, and it took every inch of self control he possessed to shut his mouth and remain still. Trying to relax, he wordlessly listened as the other male listed off directions. "You know, this isn't the first time I've been to Vargash," he commented, grinning slowly. "A simple "Santa Marco's" would have been fine." Maybe attempting to drive would drag his thoughts out of the gutter and off of Trystan? It was worth a shot.
Again mimicking motion pictures, he shifted the beast into gear. Or so he believed. As he pressured the pedal, the engine purred and obediently kicked them into motion... backwards. Fortunately, Kao caught his mistake and they only lurched a few feet in the wrong direction. Too blatantly amused to be embarrassed, he deducted that "D" was the setting he was really looking for and switched before Trystan had the chance to protest. He gained confidence as soon as the car pulled forward. Well, since this was the only fun he was going to be having this evening... he might as well enjoy himself. Although he was fully aware of the danger he was putting them in and the concept of speed limits, he cheerfully ignored them both. There was a very acute kind of thrill attached needlessly risking his life. Besides, he was reaping his revenge. Carelessly he steered the poor vehicle to the correct neighborhood in record time. It was lucky no one else was on the road at such an absurd time of night. When he finally jerked to a stop in front of a towering apartment complex, all he could do was laugh weakly. "Well. That could have been worse."
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 3:24 am
The blush would have faded, if only Kaosu knew how to say all the wrong things.
Cat and mouse, eh? That had to be a correct term for it. And being a mouse was not beyond Trystans abilities in the least, one should like to think. The man was a walking ball of nervous wreck, if only because Kaosu had come onto him in the strangest of ways. For some unknown reason, it took an abnormal amount of time to recover from anything the man threw his way. Even if he'd been called kid by any other person, he would have probably been fine within minutes. Even if they'd said "you're adorable" it wouldn't have mattered. But with Kaosu, it was different somehow. Trystan almost pulled another childish pout at the thought. What was it? "Well, you've said it yourself, you are an old man." Trystan retorted dryly, regaining a bit of his dignity. What could it be? Maybe it was that even though Kaosu had backed off considerably, it was still there... That underlying threat of tease. As if Kaosu was doing it purposefully. Of course, that had to be it, didn't it? At the mention of adorable once again, Trystan almost smacked the other. "What blush?" Trystan said almost instantly in a kind of oblivious sort of way. Almost as if he hadn't realized that even though it had disappeared for a bit, it was still reappearing everytime Kaosu called him cute. Dammit! Rubbing his cheeks again, Trystan scowled. "Only you would think that." He said stubbornly, averting his eyes.
"Why would you?" Trystan snorted at the mans retaliation to his words. He pinned Kaosu as the type who wouldn't give a damn who he slept with. Who he pissed off even. Trystan couldn't take him for the type to consider love as a possible factor in any sort of relationship, and hardly care about whoever he was sleeping with at the time. That pissed Trystan off to no end, but what was strange about the entire ordeal was that for some reason he couldn't just call up Mikhail for a ride home and leave this man for good. More so, he didn't want to. That was clear by the way he was practically giving this man a free ticket to anywhere he wanted to go. Hopefully it was Trystans apartment, but in his half buzzed state, even if Trystan protested, Kaosu could drive the car off a cliff and that would be the final say in the matter. When the man brought up the question of why he was even going to stay at Trystans house, the younger of the two gave him a frown, even though in the back of his head he contemplated the entirety of it in a rather serious manner. That was a good question, wasn't it? "Because I'm incredibly charming and hard to resist." Trystan said sarcastically, but something in his words told Kaosu that the heart behind it just wasn't there to back any of that kind of thing up.
Trystan had no idea why he had smiled at Kaosu when he should have been glaring. But then it quickly turned back into the magical reappearing and disappearing blush that seemed to show up at the finest of times. "I am not." He repeated stubbornly, placing two hands on his hips and looking at the other in an almost defiant manner. But then he sighed when the other seemed not to continue to press the matter and continued watching him, taking in the entire view of the man for his memory. He wanted to be able to pick him out of the crowd, he wanted to be able to notice him, watch him, avoid him if the time called for it. After all, Kaosu was probably a dangerous person. So why was Trystan drawn to him? Not that he could say anything himself. At the others teasing comment about directions, Trystan glanced over at him, tilting his head to the side, exposing his neck in the glitter of Vargash lamplight. "My apologies." He amended, cocking an eyebrow at the other through the remnants of a blush. Brushing obsidian hair back behind both ears so that his face was exposed, Trystan sat back in his seat, deciding to glance out the window and forget that Kaosu was driving.
Until he made the car go backwards and Trystan almost vice gripped his seat. It wans't that Trystan was afraid of crashes. Just that this was his car and if Kaosu ruined it, he'd probably tackle the man into oblivion. Before he could get a word in though, Kaosu seemed to shift into the right gear. With a suspicious glance, Trystan watched the other before somehow, Kaosu became a speed demon. "Dont wreck my car!" He remembered himself saying later, sometime during the record-time destructive driving to the apartment. By the end, it was an almost comical sight. Trystan curled to his seat as if the world was crashing down all around. When they came to a stop, he was almost inclined to leap out of the car and cry "land!" But that would have been immature, and surely not anything worth doing. Panting, he tried to remember to breath correctly and looked over at Kaosu in mild shock when the other spoke. "Yeah, at least you didn't crash my car." He found himself saying before suddenly frowning at the other, cheeks flaring a bit. "Do you even know how to drive?" He asked, unhinging himself from the car and getting out. The sleek beauty was actually parked relatively well, and Trystan could only put his hands on his hips with a slight pout as he examined his baby for any sign of damage. Despite the smell of burning rubber, he couldn't detect anything, so when Kaosu got out as well, he could only shake his head and turn, leading the other into the building.
When the doors automatically swished open to a large, spacious lobby, Trystan strode past the empty receptionists desk, glancing back and signaling for Kaosu to follow. "We're going to the top floor." He admitted just to point out that they were headed for the elevators. Making sure to push Kaosu into one with him, Trystan sat back and waited as the cool metallic doors swung shut and the whir of the mechanical beast purred to life and brought them up. The elevators walls were mostly made of glass, showing off the city life of the Upper Districts below, creating an illusion of a large nightlife. Trystan didn't truly have time to admire it - he was too busy staying awkwardly silent, a tinge of red at the edge of his cheeks. When the elevator doors swung open, Trystan exited into the lavish hall, pulling Kaosu along with him so the other wouldn't get lost. Not that Trystan expected him to, simply that he wanted to hold on. He just wouldn't admit that to himself. A solitary door stood a bit further down the hall, leading into what could only be explained as a rich prats private getaway. The penthouse apartment really did live up to its name, after all. The interior from the frontdoor was something along the lines of a spacious living room, connected by a small set of bar stools to a kitchen and a hall. Crux had probably made it back already, and was either in Trystans room, or outside on the deck. Unbuttoning his vest with quick, slightly fumbling fingers, Trystan discarded the clothing onto the back of one of the couches, turning to Kaosu as he did so. "I'm going to go change real quick," He said, even though there was a spark of heat at the mention of it. "Do you need anything that I can get you?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 5:38 pm
Blocking out Trystan was impossible. No matter how Kaosu tried to keep his attention on the fancy car, he could not ignore the half demon's pout. He could not ignore that childish act. He could not ignore that interminable flush. Maybe this was the real reason he never attempted to play a gentleman? He simply could not do it. At least, not this time. There was something about this particular bartender that got under his skin. That gnawed at the back of his mind. That... attracted him? Or had he simply been alone for too long? It did not matter. The redhead's perfect, polished, absolute self control had never failed him before. Yet, here he was, fighting to remain calm just because of a few cute mannerisms? Because of some kid? "Old, but not desperate," he corrected smoothly, expertly keeping his inner turmoil out of his tone. He pinned his gaze on the leather interior, carefully avoiding Trystan's eyes. "No, I'm sure I can't honestly be the first person to think that. But the first to say it, perhaps? Hopefully I still get points for that," he purred. "Or at least another blush."
He really had asked a difficult question, hadn't he? He did not really understand why he had agreed to spend the night at a stranger's apartment. He had no idea why he had opted to keep himself sin-free. He knew exactly why he had wanted to drive the car, but that was not part of the mystery in the first place. If he did not understand what he himself was thinking, how was Trystan supposed to figure it out? Despite the odds, the younger male somehow came up with the correct answer. Kao heard the sarcasm, but it went in one ear and out the other, leaving behind nothing but the bare and obvious truth. Charming. Hard to resist. Kao found the guy charming. He could not resist teasing him. He did not want to leave him. He was interested in him... that obstinancy... that defiance. This reality, for a brief moment, left him at a loss for words. What kind of witty retort could he possibly make? "Because you're charming and hard to resist," he restated with a grin. "Bingo, kid." Trystan probably would not believe him.
Steering a car, in all actuality, was not much trouble. After his tiny fiasco with the gear shift, Kao puzzled out the controls easily. He could have been a decent driver. If he wanted to. Unfortunately, he was not about to waste his first and maybe last opportunity to be a speed demon by being cautious. Not to mention the fact that Trystan effectively panicked when he realized his precious car might be in danger. Seeing the assassin latch to his seat only egged Kao on. Frankly, it would have been safer for the drunk to drive. When they finally stopped and he was reprimanded, he only shrugged. He was clearly enjoying Trystan's shock. "How to drive? Nope, not at all," he confessed cheerfully, smiling mischievously. "Though I suppose I do now." Deciding he had pushed the poor man's nerves enough for one ride, he closed his mouth and obediently followed his benefactor inside the towering apartment complex. The place lived up to his expectations. Massive. Impressive. So pricey it almost seemed gaudy. Kao trailed Trystan absently and closely, dismissing the building as boring.
When they entered the elevator, the atmosphere changed. The space, was tight, enclosed, and quiet. At the same time, the clear glass boasted a spectacular view. It was almost... romantic? No wonder the air seemed so awkward. Amused, Kao seized the opportunity to seriously look Trystan over for the first time. It was his turn to shamelessly stare. Why was he so interested in this rich brat? What was so special about him? He was handsome in his own way, but sheer appearance never meant much to Kao. Then his personality? How cheesy. If that was the case... if Kao truly was hooked on his character that could only mean one thing. He liked him. The thought alone was ludicrous. Platonic or not, Kao never liked anyone. It wasn't that he hated the concepts of crushes or friendship or love -he simply did not experience them. But could that have changed? After one meeting? The chances were slim, but he tramp could not rule out the possibility. He needed to verify his feelings. Mulling his options over, he wordlessly allowed himself to be dragged down the hall.
Finally they reached Trystan's penthouse. "You weren't kidding when you said you liked expensive things," he hummed, checking out the interior. Curiosity temporarily replaced his personal confusion. Very temporarily. As the kid unbuttoned his vest, Kao raised a brow. Stripping his clothes... that gave the redhead an priceless idea. There was a sure fire, simple, fast way he could determine what his real opinion of Trystan was. "Do I need something? Now that you mention it..." He grabbed the other male's white collar, pulling him forward. Into a full on kiss. The act was completely impulsive. There was no lust behind it. It was purely investigation. After a few far too short seconds, Kao forced himself to break off. He casually stepped back, playing off the gesture as nothing more than mockery. "Actually no, I'm good for tonight." He smirked and waved his hand dismissively, "Go change. Take your time."
Kao acted normal, but his mind was spiraling. His cold, lazy heart had jumped into overdrive the second he had made contact with his junior. He had a thing for Trystan. He was infatuated for the first time in forty years. There was no denying it now.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:31 pm
Kaosu was right, Trystan did like expensive things. He was a pampered b*****d, and he was raised on it. Almost naturally drawn to anything shiny and just as affordable as a diamond ring, Trystan had an innate love for that kind of thing. People would naturally call that spoiled. It was hardly so simple as that. Trystan could survive on his own - it didn't mean he didn't enjoy indulging a little in the stupider things in life. As he sat watching the other in the car, before everything went to hell at least, he had noticed that Kaosu wasn't as bad looking as he'd originally played him out to be. Other then that poor eye of his, the redhead actually lived up to a title that could only be close to handsome. Trystan hid another pout when he considered that and knocked it away with stubborn ignorance. There was no way he was going to find that man attractive. "Not desperate yet." Trystan responded, out of innate need to be stubborn. Yeah, he could play that game too. As the man commented on blushing and being adorable, Trystan shot up in his seat with a scouring blush. He scowled under the others correct words, covering his face with his hands. "Doubt it." He said, his voice muffled through his hands. "I hardly find that anyone other then you would consider this cute. Maybe pathetic." He turned his eyes away glancing out the window indignantly. Stupid Kaosu.
When the other admitted that his sarcastic retort was somehow correct, Trystan hardly thought he was being serious. Frowning at the other, he flashed his ice blue eyes with slight embarassment. "I was joking." He said with a huff. Still mulling why the other had accepted to stay over at a strangers house for the night, Trystan barely found the words for anything else as he entertained himself with watching Kaosu, not quite fully aware that he was staring at the other yet. Something happy bubbled in his pit when he thought that the other was going to stay over the night, but it was easily, and quickly smothered by the innate fear and discomfort of Kaosu being within such a close space to him, especially after what had happened. As well as that, Kaosu was right, Trystan didn't believe him in the slightest when the other made any sort of decent compliment to him. Though it could be because of sheer stubbornness, or something of an awkward refusal for compliments that he'd been deprived of all his life.
When the other had began to steer his car - steer was hardly the correct term - Trystan didn't know whether to be more frightened for himself, or his car. He knew that Crux was hardly enjoying the ride at all, and would have laughed at the Proto shouting in his mind, had he not been so into the idea of not shouting himself. Various points found him forgeting to breathe, or yelling at Kaosu to slow down and not wreck his car. After all, this was his pride and joy, his baby, and if Kaosu killed it, he would be in a very... unfortunate mood. Glaring at the other when he responded to him, Trystan pried his hands from the leather interior. "I should have known better." He said defiantly, hissing a bit as the world spun around him when he got out. "That could hardly be considered driving - speed demon." He said, rubbing his head for a moment. Kaosu would never be allowed to drive his car again. The man would probably kill any normal thing after all.
The awkward tension could only elevate once they reached the elevator. Trystan had been in far worse rides on such things before, but now that they were in a small space, there was nothing Trystan could do to force space between the two. Though Kaosu made no moves, the man fidgeted awkwardly, head down to hide the blush. He would have enjoyed the view of Vargash, had it been any other day, any other ride. But he could feel Kaosu looking him over and leaned awkwardly against one of the walls, his head slipping into dizziness for a moment as the alcohol reminded him of just how much he'd drunk. When he was finally capable of looking up - and forcing himself not to look at Kaosu, Trystan glanced out the window, and could only think that with any other situation, this might have been romantic. The word sounded almost foreign on his lips. So he decided to easily throw it from his conscious thoughts. Romantic. How funny.
When they reached his apartment and stepped through the doorway, Trystan frowned back at the other, waving a hand a bit and awkwardly blushing as he entered the living room. "I dont lie about those kind of things." He said dryly, feeling cool air from the glass patio doors, cracked open to show signs of Crux having gone outside. The night air felt fresh, seeing as the apartment had grown into a humid temperature since Trystan had left it that morning. Pulling at the collar of his shirt to pop few of the buttons open, he waited for Kaosu to respond to him, expecting the other to simply say he didn't need anything, or make some sort of silly joke that Trystan would blush at. He did not expect the other to grab and pull him forward into a full on kiss. Stumbling, Trystan caught his balance against Kaosu's frame, inadvertantly pressing against him. There was nothing about it that could be considered emotional, but Trystan was left blushing like a cornered mouse, jaw dropped and hands up over his face and mouth once Kaosu backed away. "You - I - you are such a - mmf!" Trystan couldn't even speak coherently, much less hide his sky rocketing emotions. Glaring at the other, he stomped his foot and let out an aggravated noise. "Dont joke around like that!" He finally said, embarassment clear on his face. If Kaosu was playing with him, this was hardly a fine way of doing it.
When the other waved his hand dismissively, Trystan almost tackled him. But he had the good nature to not provoke the other anymore and just huffed at him, turning on his foot and padding down the hall. The loud bang of his bedroom door was enough to speak for his emotions. Sighing once he entered the safety of the room, Trystan pressed his back to the door, fumbling with the buttons against the white dress shirt. Sliding out of it, the obsidian haired man tossed it to the fluffed bed, dropping out of his dress pants as well. Digging mindlessly for something to wear, Trystan went into the bathroom, the sleek interior making his head pound in agony. "Oooow.... tch." Running a towel under cold water, Trystan brushed it over his exposed skin, trying to rid himself of the heat that was burning on his cheeks, as well as the sweat from the humidity of that day. Touching his lips, Trystan felt a blush spring to his face again, sparks dancing on his fingertips. Why had Kaosu done that? To play with him? That b*****d! Still.... Trystan could hardly he say he didn't like it, but pride certainly got in the way of him doing anything but denying it. Growling, the man discarded the troublesome thoughts and slid into a tank top, as well as a pair of loose jean-turned-shorts. Circling his bedroom a few times, Trystan attempted to muster up the courage to go back out and talk to Kaosu. For fifteen minutes, he lurched back and forth between the door, finally pulling it open after twenty minutes of pacing. With a tinge of red on his face, Trystan sidled down the hall, tentatively stepping with light bare feet into the living room. "Kaosu?" He called hesitantly. He couldn't think of anything else but that, as the kiss was still fresh in his mind, making his head swirl with pain and his heart skip beats. Thank god Kaosu couldn't hear that.
Hopefully.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 4:48 pm
Kaosu's mind had left the building. When he pulled Trystan forward so abruptly, he had expected to feel nothing. He never did. The kiss was supposed to prove that he had not gotten soft. That he simply was playing a predator. That he remained fickle and free of emotion. He had been terribly, terribly wrong. When the kid caught his balance on him... the touch of his body sent adrenaline through Kao's system. His heart turned cartwheels, making such a loud fuss in his ears that he was almost afraid the other could hear it. This was the reason he had backed off behind the counter. This was the reason he had followed him to this ridiculously pretentious apartment. Infatuation. Crush. Love. Attraction. These foreign concepts wedged themselves stubbornly in the forefront of Kao's thoughts. "I'm not joking," he purred with a wink. Trystan clearly was experiencing the same internal roller coaster he was. Fortunately, the red head himself managed to keep his cool. To pretend he was not panicking. He winced when his foot was stomped on, but did not protest. A) He deserved it. B) He was grateful for the pain. It dragged him out of his flustered state and enabled him to behave perfectly normally. "I can be serious if I want to. About you."
Trystan was aggravated. Trystan was genuinely embarrassed. Trystan pretended to be annoyed. Kao watched him storm off with a bemused expression, still mulling his situation over. So what if he did fall for some silly little half demon? It was natural. It was beyond his control. There was no use denying it or being nervous. The tramp had not had the pleasure of truly caring about anyone or anything in a long time -the change of pace might be good for him. Sure, the kid was young. Sure, the kid owned an Essentic. Sure, the kid was a hopeless snobby spoiled brat. Kao, laden with his own menagerie of personality flaws, could not complain. Slowly, he tamed his anxiety and replaced it with shock and confusion. What now? So he admitted that he liked Trystan. That was a strong first step. But what should he do? He had plenty of experience but he had never been interested in another living creature in his entire life. He had no idea how to start a relationship. He had no idea if he even wanted a relationship. He did not know how to act. He did not even really know how to start a proper conversation! Caught up in his own insecurities, he was too preoccupied to notice the minutes ticking away.
Finally opting to try to focus on something else for a while, Kao shifted his attention to his setting. The apartment was definitely a classic pent house: expensive, lavishly furnished, and huuuuge. It was the perfect place to get lost in. Trying to distract himself, he casually explored the different halls. Yeesh. Why did one man need so many rooms? More than one bathroom? His own pool? The guy must either have had one hell of a trust fund or was one amazing assassin. "I have expensive taste, too, apparently," Kao stated to himself, shaking his head. What was he going to do with himself? With Trystan? It would be best to leave right now, while he was alone. Before he got carried away. Before he got attached. That was his best option, but somehow Kao could not make himself leave. His perfect self control failed him. He was a mess. Frustrated, he slid open a glass door and stepped outside onto the balcony. The humid, crisp night air greeted him, comforting him. The starry sky remained overcast, and a soft drizzle was gradually thickening. Not minding the water, the vagabond stood quietly on the porch, trying to clear his clouded mind. Who could have thought that a spark of romance could ignite on such a rainy, dreary evening?
A voice called Kao back to reality. Recognizing Trystan's tone, he lazily flicked the glass door to alert the half demon to where he was. His chest tightened. "That was fast," he called out sarcastically, not trusting himself to say much more. How would he behave around Trystan now? What would happen next?
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:31 pm
Kaosu's words to Trystan went in ear and out the other as he disappeared down the hall. Even all of his pacing could hardly get his heart to stop skipping beats once he made it to his room. Calm down. He heard Crux in the back of his mind when he'd changed clothes and stayed locked up in his room. Zia does it to me all the time. Why are you panicking now? Trystan didn't have the common sense to ask the other where he was, nor did he have the common sense to tell Crux off and tell him that things like this weren't supposed to be taken so lightly. The stupid Proto should have come in and saved his a** before anything like that had gone down! Actually.... Trystan fell onto the edge of his bed, lithe fingers spreading across his lips. He would have hated that. He would have hated Crux interrupting. He had liked it. Enjoyed it even. Wanted more? Possible. But the idea of accepting and coming to terms with such an insane idea to the man. How could he possibly accept that instead of hating this guy - this impossible, irritating jerk! - he was actually finding himself infatuated? "It was just a kiss." Trystan told himself, falling back on his bed as the time ticked by slowly. "He was just being a jerk." He said in a muffled tone, rolling onto his side.
Finding that he was more restless then he had been in awhile - for a reason even he didn't know - the half demon growled and rolled off his bed and onto the floor, staring wide eyed at the ceiling. He was not infatuated with Kaosu. There was no possible way. But the physical signals were saying something completely different. Aside from his irrational blushing, the man was suffering having his heart skip beats like a jack rabbit everytime Kaosu said something off hand. As cliche as it was, butterflies had also appeared in his stomach, and were threatening to make him shudder with slight anticipation. Sparks flew everytime he placed his hand to his lips, signaling the remembrance of the small thing. For a few minutes, he left his hand to his lips, and then sat up with renewed defiance, and opened the door, padding out into the living room and looking around for Kaosu, even though his heart was already in his throat, beating rapidly. I really hope you cant hear this. He thought to himself, eyes downcast slightly for a moment as he pressed a hand to his chest, trying to still the fluttering organ.
Noticing that the door out to the balcony and the pool had been opened wider, Trystan cocked a brow. The humidity drifted in and washed over his face, along with the scent of fresh rain. Who stood out in the rain though...? Kaosu's voice rang through his mind, and Trystan stepped forward, padding onto the deck and out into the night air. The hot weather made him shake his head, but then beads of water fell on his face, reminding him of the rain as well. The droplets bounced off of the outdoor pool, and the obsidian haired man kept his eyes trained on that so that he wouldn't get caught up in staring at the other. "Thirty minutes is fast?" He retorted dryly, but once again, it felt almost like his mind was in an entirely different place. "Why are you out here in the rain?" He finally ventured, turning his eyes on the other. His breath almost hitched in his throat. He didn't know why, but Kaosu was looking extremely inviting. They were both covered in droplets, but for some reason, the sight of the other was sending electrifying sparks throughout Trystans entire body. Feeling something decisive turn over in his stomach, he moved in front of Kaosu, one hand on his hip as he examined the other. And then without really thinking, he leaned forward, enticed by something not entirely there... physically at least. The kiss itself was straight forward and hesitant at first. Soft even. Trystan was a good kisser, that much was obvious. There were some things he would take pride in after all. But to Kaosu, it seemed like if he wasn't being incredibly careful where he stepped, he would fall through, and drown. The wet of droplets on their lips was enough to send sparks of emotion up through Trystans body and when he drew back, he fidgeted a bit, but frowned up at the other, determined to keep his eyes on him. "That was payback." He said simplistically. It was the most he could muster, without throwing himself at the other for more.
Yeah, that was payback.
But payback was also an excuse for more.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:05 pm
Kaosu had stepped into the humidity hoping the water would calm him down. Clear his head. Soothe his nerves. However, when Trystan drew into view, it had the opposite effect. The rain picked up speed and force slowly, keeping pace with the redhead's heart. It silenced the sounds of the city. It streaked slowly down the glass doors and down the other man's -Kao hastily averted his eyes- skin. Sure, it was strange for two people to stand outside in the middle of the night during a summer shower, but here was an undeniable romance to the atmosphere... and that atmosphere almost made the perpetually calm, stoic, perfectly unemotional Kao nervous. No, nervous was not the right word? His mind whirled with not anxiety, but excitement? Anticipation? When asked why he had ventured into the weather, he merely shrugged, "Oh hush kid. I know you understand sarcasm." He was not in the mood to tease Trystan. Not anymore. "To be honest, I don't know what drew me out here," he lied, carefully keeping his gaze off of the half demon. He fully intended to keep his hands to himself tonight. Somehow the guy melted his self control. Got under his skin. Kao could not face him without being assaulted with a thousand tantalizing temptations. Still, if he truly liked the bartender... he could not take advantage of him while he was drunk. It could not be THAT hard to stay sin free for a single day, could it?
Oh yes it could. Trystan's adorable behavior made Kao's mission hard enough alone, but that kid... that interminable kid pulled an unexpected move. He kissed Kao. It was gentle. Almost reserved. Careful. At the same time, though, it was fantastic -the droplets on their lips-the technique-the person behind it all. Trystan apparently had his fair share of experience, too. Shocked, amused, and thrilled at the same time, Kao also faltered at first. Until he gave up on thinking and shamelessly relaxed. As with driving the car, who knew when he would get an opportunity like this again? He might as well enjoy the ride. And oh, did he enjoy the ride. He barely managed to stop himself from stumbling forward when Trystan far-too-quickly backed off. "Payback?" Kao managed to reply, attempting to keep his tone indifferent and even. For the first time since they had met, he failed. His voice almost quivered under the flood of emotions that wracked his system all at once. It was over. Hopelessly, absolutely over. There was no way in hell he could control himself now. "Oh, I'll show you payback..." Payback for catching his eye. Payback for luring him to this silly apartment. Payback for making him lose his cool.
Kao did not need an excuse anymore. Decisively, he slipped his arm around Trystan's waist, dragging him uncomfortably close and into his own much less soft, much less innocent kiss. That was not enough. He leaned, or rather pushed, forward. In a matter of moments, for the second time in one night, he and Trystan were on the ground. Still not enough. Kao's wandering hand returned, this time with purpose. Its target was Trystan's tank top. He almost forgot where he was. He almost forgot who he was with. He almost became hopelessly, irrevocably carried away. Unfortunately, his conscience made one last plea. It forced him to break off mid-kiss. He hesitated, still pinning Trystan to the floor. He would give the kid one more chance to maintain his dignity. "But only if you want me to." For once, he was dead serious. Trystan's response meant everything. If no, Kao was mature enough to accept his losses with grace. He would leave right then and there. He would go on with his life. He would forget this ridiculous crush. They would probably never meet again. But if yes...
Ohoh, that was a scary thought, wasn't it?
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 11:13 pm
As the rain picked up, so to did the rapid beat of Trystans heart. However cliche that could have been, it wasn't in Trystan's mind as he watched the other out of the corner of his eye. This man was something else. He made him so inadvertantly angry, so mad, so nervous, so emotional. He wasn't even under too much alcoholic influence, and still his entire body was wracked with raw emotion. There were many things he didn't know, or want to know. There were countless things that Kaosu did to him that he was unwilling to accept yet. Countless things that his mind refused to accept. But there was only one thing reeling through Trystans mind that he understood flawlessly. The one thing that kept him coming back for more, despite common sense saying he should have stayed away. Watching the summer rain slick his hair back, as well as his counterparts, Trystan thrummed a low note, his entire mind pulled into trying not to lunge for the other. Bristling a bit despite himself, Trystan caught the edge of his tank top in his hands and pulled at it irritably to keep himself distracted. "I'm not a kid." He insisted for the thousandth time, but decided not to pursue trying to convince the other. "Oh, I understand sarcasm quite well." He added, the edge of his voice hinged with the slightly amused emotion. Still pulling at the edges of the white, now see through tank top, Trystan cocked an eye at the ground. "Kaosu, you're being honest?" He said dryly, but it was all in a slight good nature. With a hidden smile, Trystan averted his eyes. "Well, the rain is tempting, I suppose."
When he'd kissed Kaosu, Trystan had almost refused himself the good nature to back off. The sparks were filling his gut with almost unbearable butterflies, and the red on his cheeks burned even though the cool water droplets ran over the heated skin. This wasn't heaven. But it felt like a pretty good fake. The obsidian haired man didn't want to believe in the saying that all good things came to an end, because the ecstasy he was feeling in this rain, this humidity, this almost romantic setting was sending him into an overload. As he parted from the other mans warmth, he actually fidgeted, not out of embarassment, but raw want for more. It was almost becoming unbearable now, and listening to Kaosus voice, Trystan didn't know whether his instincts were telling him to high tail it out of there, or stay and whimper for the other to kiss him. Of course, he still had enough dignity left to do neither. Lifting his eyes to the other, he cocked a brow. "I'm waiting." He said with the last of his dignity, ice blue eyes glittering with raw emotion.
Turning red when the other moved faster then he had expected, Trystan turned his head, only in time to catch sight of Kaosu's sharp eyes before being caught up in the others fierce kiss. Feeling the others wet lips against his own, Trystan pressed open mouthed to the other, enjoying in the sweet taste that the droplets of water and Kaosu's lips divulged. When they went down, Trystan gasped soundlessly, his eyes widening for a moment. Bucking his hips upward experimentally, Trystan almost broke the kiss to exhale sharply at the pleasurable friction. Opening his mouth into a sultry moan, Trystan blushed at the sound coming from his own throat. But he was too lost in the ecstasy building in his gut for anything else to work clearly in his mind. When the other broke the kiss, he looked at him, watching Kaosu with eyes that were hard to decipher. They were both soaked to the core now, and the tank top was riding up - Kaosu's hands would have gotten rid of it sooner or later. When the other told him he would only do this if he wanted to, Trystans eyes flickered. Stupid Kaosu. Gently, he placed both of the palms of his hand on either side of Kaosus face, staring at the other as if searching for something with his ice blue eyes before leaning up to reinitiate a butterfly kiss, the sparks flying from even the most simplistic of gestures. "Yes, I want you to..." He said, obsidian hair slicked back from the rain. The scene was almost romantic once again. Almost. "I have no regrets." He commented against the others lips, breathing in the scent of rain and Kaosu.
There was nothing holding him back. Instead of trying to tear apart and analyze his thoughts and feelings, he would just let himself go. After all, live for the moment, as they said right?
Live for the moment.... fin.
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