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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 2:34 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 2:45 am
 -Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________"YOU AREN'T MAKING ANY ******** SENSE ANYMORE! Who the ******** is Conor? And why the ******** you would think game reference rape meant ACTUAL RAPE! ********' SICK!" and yet seem that man on the floor, just laying there, making no sense at all made him feel a little bad, before feeling even more pissed off. Why the hell would he feel bad for this piece of s**t? He's the one that started all of this in the first place! He's the one that said he sucked at gaming, and then followed Clark home only to loose miserable at Halo... Slowly Clark's rage deflated again, there was one way they could settle this s**t without Clark having to beat this man to a bloody pulp... "Tell you what... Death match rematch...", he was talking about video games, which is the only reason he could not be freaking out right now, "If I win... you leave and never ******** talk to me again or I'll make you wish you were dead... If you win..." he looked away awkwardly, "Uh... the usual reward for whenever it is you play games like this... okay?" Why the ******** am I doing this? Am I insane? Wait... there is no way I could loose... I'm pro at this game... there is no way I'm getting ******** in the a**... NO ******** WAY!____________________________________________________________   
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 2:58 am
Keith finally chose to moved his head, giving some sign that he was still alive. He looked toward Clarks and ponder on his offer. "Conor is... no one.." Yes, that is what Conor was now. What he had be before was an entirely different matter, but right now, he was no one. Keith picked himself up, standing up. He looked at Clark for a moment, no expressions appearing on his face during that time. "Fine... one rematch. One Live" Strangly enough, he didn't care much about winning that one... it was more the option of loosing that he didn't want. Perhaps because Clark was the only person with whom he had done something other than bitching at each other in the last two weeks, he didn't want to force to leave. As pathetic as it sounded, he really just wanted to have something to do. On that, he made his way back to the other boy's room and sat on the bed, waiting for Clark to join him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 3:10 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Clark didn't really care who Conor was anymore... His a** was literally on the line in this game of Halo... He had to be in the zone! ~but, that was a little bit hard since he felt all messed up in the head. Why didn't he just throw Keith out on the front walk and leave him there to lay their in self pity, and b***h about how he didn't want to ******** him. He shook his head slightly in regards to ******** another man. NO! He was not gay... not even close... but was he straight? He didn't like girls too much either... grr, why does sex even matter? It's not like he was planning on getting any any time soon. He didn't care either... Right now he was just on a mission to literally protect his a**, and get Keith's a** out of here. He kind of creeped him out a little after acting like getting ******** after loosing in a video game was normal. Was that normal practice and Clark didn't really know anything? He had only been playing alone for ages, and last time he check, gaming consoles didn't have the option to rape the user... Shaking his head, he was already dead twice in the game from not paying attention! This was bad, this was very, very bad! He didn't say a work to Keith as they played, just growled slightly, and soon it was down to one life each... The final show down. ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 3:21 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 3:40 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________The man just stared straight ahead at the screen in horror... This was how he was going to loose his virginity... Not that purity ever mattered to him, but he lost it in a game of Halo... This was ********... but he wasn't going to be a total douche about it, even though his eyebrow was twitching something fierce. Why of all things did he bet that if he lost?! He had no choice... He had to do this or be considered a game p***y for all of time... That, he couldn't stand for! His gamer pride meant more to him than his pride as a presumably straight, but no one's quite sure, man... With a groan, that was more like a growl, he set down his xbox controller and started to remove his shirt. Under the shirt was a rather surprisingly strong and muscular structure. Considering he plaid video games all the time and did just about nothing else, it was surprising. "This is ******** bullshit..." he grumbled to himself as he continued to strip down. He wasn't supposed to loose that game... He was supposed to win in a sweep of ten minutes and then he was suppose to thrown Keith's sorry a** out on the street and kill him if he ever saw him again... Of course, no... he was having to strip down and get ******** in the a**... This was just peachy... If he told Avien about this, he'd probably just laugh in his face and tell him he had it coming... Really, he did after all these years of just playing games and being socially and sexually awkward... relying on his 'fighting the game' style of playing to keep his a** protected when playing against real people... There was one major problem with that. The person next to you when your playing doesn't do the same thing over and over again, so their movements are less and less predictable as the game goes on unless they find something you can't handle at all. That was what got Clark in the end, the human factor... that crazy red-headed man that had caused him nothing but trouble so far today... It was just getting worse... He shouldn't have invited him over to slaughter in halo just to stroke his pride... It back fired, BIG TIME! And if Keith just all of a sudden decided that he as just dickin' around and wasn't actually going to ******** him, but laugh at him for thinking he was serious, the long-haired man was going to KILL HIM! Well, regardless, if he ever saw him again after this, he'd probably beat him into a bloody pulp... Yeah, he could think about that for the time being to forget that he was now just in his boxers... ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:07 am
He stood up in front of Clark, putting one of his hands on his chest. The other one went to his stomach. He slowly started to rub him, feeling every part of his body, every muscle line that he had. He had more muscles than Conor, his body being more defined. That was probably due to Conor being a skinny with muscles, while Clark was average with muscles. Still, it felt nice to the the touch. The hand that was rubbing the boys chest went lower.. much, much more lower. Right inside his boxers. He wasn't completely naked yet, but that didn't mean he could get a feel for himself. He got a good feel for it as he approached his mouth closer, kissing his neck, and then moving to his mouth, locking lips. Then, he noticed something... it was... well... Conor had alway been gifted by mother nature in that department and Clarked seemed... well... it didn't felt the same.
He let go of his hand and took a step back, staring at the boy for two seconds before... before he started to cry. And ******** he cried a lot.This was the first time he expressed any emotions other than anger since Conor's betrayal's and the first time he cried out of sadness since he was around seven. He felt like a dam had just given up and now he couldn't stop it at all. He wanted too, but it was just impossible. He did the only thing that he could think of doing, or rather, the only thing that his body let him do. He crawled back on Clark's bed in a semi fetal position and... well, cried. Clark should be happy. At least he wasn't loosing his viginity over a Halo bet.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:28 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Clark tried not to cringe at the feeling of being touched. As a general rule of thumb, no one touched him, is it wasn't something he was used to, or really liked that much. Further more, right now he was being molested because of a Halo fail... how humiliating... Though it did feel strangely pleasant when Keith had started to touch him down a little lower and kiss him. No no no no no no no! This is punishment for Halo fail... there is no way I'm enjoying any of this... Oh denial and sexual confusion, the fruits of Clark's years avoiding social contact... but he was actually moderately not hating this completely... That is until Keith just backed up and started crying... Clark's annoyed expression dropped right off his face and replaced with a 'holy s**t what the ******** just happened' face, similar to the one of when he lost that game of Halo, but without the thoughts of being a** raped. He watched the man go curl up in a little ball and cry, and all he could do was stand there for a moment, startled. What were you supposed to do when someone just totally mood swung like that? Now he was starting to understand how Avien felt whenever he switched moods at the drop of a hat. At least my a** is safe... for now...He didn't really bother to get dressed again, as the penalty still might be in place if this guy snapped out of it, before he paced over and leaned down to look at him a little closer. "Dude, are you alright?" Clark didn't really understand emotions of other people... He only understood his own rage, and hell, he hardly understood that. Woot socially awkwardness... He didn't know what he was supposed to do with a crying man curled up like that... Comforting people was Avien's department! ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:00 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 3:33 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________The generally angry man still had no idea what he was supposed to do at the moment... He wasn't used to being around crying people! Hell, he wasn't used to being around people in general. They'd piss him off, he'd beat them up, they'd go away... but this guy was different. Yeah, he pissed Clark off, and got the s**t beat out of him, but this guy ********' liked it! And continued to pick fights with him until it lead to the riskiest game of Halo he ever played! Luckily, winning and loosing seemed to be void at the moment as Keith couldn't stop crying. Clark was wondering if this was better or worse than the original punishment, but then snapped out of it, shaking his head at the though. Of course this was far better than being a** rape! Why would he even think that wouldn't be as bad as not knowing what the ******** to do while this guy was crying. I know you're not all right... You look like hell, and something's got to be seriously wrong since you were so god damn pissy when I didn't want to ******** you earlier... Maybe it has to do something with that Conor person? I don't ********' know... or really ********' care! Just, where is the off switch to this think to make 'em stop blubbering like a baby! For the love of god make it stop!!! Then he heard the man say something about getting high. This was another thing that Clark never experienced as he was too lazy to really try it. Of course, he wasn't sure what Keith would want to get high off of. Hell, he didn't know anything at the moment, and it showed by that dumb 'wtf do I do?' look on his face. ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 3:52 pm
The redhead wiped out some tears from his face before standing up and straightening himself a bit. ********, he was such a mess. A hand went into his pocket took out a small zip-lock bag with some herbs in it. Anyone with half a brain would have quickly guess that it was marijuana, weed, pot, whatever. Still sitting on Clark's bed, Keith proceed to roll himself a join, not caring at the very least if Clark cared about it. hey, had least he had stopped crying now. "Sorry for being a ******** mess." He said without looking at the other boy. Right now all his attention was on the drug he was rolling up, making sure not to waste any. He had lost all his cocain after his fight with Conor, no way he was wasting his only left over drug, even if it was something as light as weed. Once he was done, he raised his eyes, still red from the previous crying, toward Clark. "You want some? Think of it as an apology gift for freaking out on you like that." He asked as he offered him the rolled up weed and a lighter.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:14 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Well, if Keith was offering... Clark took him up on the offer. He'd never been high before and always wondered what it was like. Further more, he feared this guy getting offended if he rejecting and going all emo again. It seemed to be in his best interests in his mind to try it. And so, the younger brother of a coffee shop owner lit up and started on his first 'magical' drug adventures... Well, aside from the meds he was suppose to take for his anger issues. He didn't think he had anger issues... He could get angry just find, and snap back out of it too! ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:42 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Clark did as the other asked, letting the drugs starting to take effect on him. "Hmm, I was kind of wondering," was it weird that they almost ended up having sex and didn't both know the names of one another. Clark was socially awkward, so he wouldn't know what the norm was. Oh well, he knew that Keith was Keith now, and that was good. Wait, he'd mentioned a game he was supposed to beat earlier... Oh yeah... "Yeah... Final Fantasy X... I've been playing for a while, got stuck on a fight with a stupid whore earlier... ********' b***h with more than one form..." he replied as he went to set up the playstation now so he could continue to play that game. He wasn't mad at the game anymore in the least, and was starting to feel a little more mellow the longer he was inhaling the fumes in the air. Getting Clark high was probably the best thing that Keith could have ever done to the kid. ____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:55 pm
Keith laid down on the bed, his feet going over Clark's legs. It was the first in a week that he was lying on a bed... it felt so ******** comfortable. Of course, comparing Blair to Yunalesca, a character in a video game seemed totally normal when the effect of the weed started to get to you. He took another puff out of his drug and passed it back at Clark. Why just taking it once when you they had a whole thing for themselves. Would have been a waste. "You know... You should equip slutty b***h with Deathproof or zombieward.... blond f*****t should use that speed up spell... whatever it's called. Just be faster than the whore and you should be good..."
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