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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 3:49 pm
No one in their right mind would have wanted to take the chakram to the face, and was mentally unstable as others may have thought Buddingtonite to be, he immediately tried to duck to avoid the weapon. Like hell he'd allow anything to ruin his face, even if he knew he deserved it! His hat, however, was sacrificed in its place, pedals exploding from the rose in its center and sparks flying when the metal wings hit the blade, and the rose-clad general let out a snarl. "How dare you- I like this HAT!"
Bischofite had made a rather lewd remark about his performance under the sheets, which brought up an entirely new slew of rage and emotion, but he'd be damned if it didn't make the tightening of his pants harder to cope with! There was always something about Bischofite that he found himself in a constant state of lust, even when he tried to kill him, even when he tormented him and threatened his dog, there was just something about Bischofite that was intoxicating, but at least had had Krishna's help in distracting him from it and thus far he hadn't completely succumbed to it. Yet.
The sacrifice of his hat was not in vain, and Buddingtonite could clearly see the effect his question had on him, both by his appearance and his cold words, and once again, there was a smile on Buddingtonite's face. It was cold and not at all a pleasant one, but the relief that hung in his voice was genuine, as they went deeper and deeper into the alley. "Well, that's certainly good to hear. I may be a sex addict, but there's a limit to who I'm willing to ********. That's borderline bestiality and that's just... not a journey I'd be willing to take. I'm proud of you, Bischofite..."
And by Bischofite's comment, it seemed that the other general already knew that. Once both of them had made it into the darkened alley, Buddingtonite threw his boomerang, but it was never intended to strike down his opponent. Instead, he was thrown to the ground, one of its blades digging into a concrete with a loud 'shink' and planting itself there, and he rushed forward, reaching for the back of Bischofite's head and seeking to dig his fingers in deep so that he could pull him in close enough for a kiss. He whispered harshly and didn't bother to hide the lust that coated his voice heavily. "Only around a lucky few, Bisch..."Aeeth PERMISSION TO KISS, GENERAL?
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:11 pm
Bischofite only chuckled darkly at his peer's explosive objection. "Your hat looks better in ze street zan it does on your head." I suspect that goes for the rest of your uniform, Buddy.
For a moment, the feathered general was taken aback y Buddy's blatant statement of pride. Initially he bristled; did the man speak in tones of sarcasm? No - for all of the redhead's grandiosity, he never once touted sarcasm as others might, as he himself might. It must be genuine, then, for as much true honesty might come from the confectionist. But how was he to respond to that? What was the reason for your asking? Did you actually care what happened to me? Or were you just curious to the fate of my seemingly failed endeavors? "I'm... Sorry," he found himself reciting in stunted tones. Honesty felt rusty against his tongue. It tasted brittle, acrid.
Real.
The sound of blade striking pavement jerked him from his thoughts, and Bischofite watched keenly as the other man approached him. With one chakram raised, he watched for indications of a punch - as the man's approach suggested as such. However, as Bischofite watched the path of his peer's hand, his thoughts shifted toward an attempt on his starseed. His chakram found its place just above his chest, a steely barrier between his starseed cavity and any snaking attmpts to usurp the gem within. Yet as the hairs on the nape of his neck prickled from touch alone, Bischofite found little time to fully process the feint before lips met his.
It felt good, really good - both in old memory and new. And soon his chakram found pavement not far from his peer's boomerang. A wordless response came in time, lips working against his partner's to meet equal passion. And with the man's parting words, he grinned crookedly. "You're insane, but I like it." To chance such a brazen approach while he still held his weapon... Absolute hubris, but absolute trust.
He needed no coaxing to meet lips a second time.
We're better off this way.
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