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"Once every couple of weeks, but it doesn't take long to recharge, only about an hour or so" he said, sitting on the ground, his eyes a metallic silver, flashing blue, green, and orange as he changed vision types.

"Accually, I've come to pick up a few things in my room, but maybe one...such as yourself could persuade me to stay a little longer" he said with a grin. "Perhaps you've heard of me, my name is Raren Bexter...I am of the Candra Beigns" he said, introducing himself

"N-not like you would" Aaron said nervously, "This is how I eat, how I sleep, how I survive" he said, pointing to the cord. "Without this, I'd...well I'd be dead" he muttered, showing his sign of weakness

"Follow me to my room...and on the way, see to it you lose that cumbersome clothing" he said with a smirk, before turning around, branishing an old fashion key, dusting it off.

Aaron got a little nervous when Gale touched his cord, but the words he spoke soon faded away any fear. "Thank you Master....there is enough length on the cord so I can get around your room easily, is there anything else you want?" he asked genuinly

"Thats a boy..." Raren said softly, stopping infront of a large oak door, one that no slave had been through in almost 15 years. "My my...it has been a long time..." he said, plunging the old key into the rusty lock and opened the door. When he opened it, books could be seen scattered across the room, Raren was rather messy when he studied. There were still poitions bubling ontop of enchanted burners, ingrediants being mixed in small tubes, Raren had left the place for a reason, he needed time to finish his favourite potion

"I do sir, I offered you one earlier, but you didn't respond" he said as he stood up, "What kind of massage would you like? I've been told I can make men melt in my hands" he said proudly, cracking metalic knuckles. He had given many massages of all types before, shoulder, back, foot, even other areas of the male anatomy.

Raren smirked, "Nah, they might fiddle with my potions, please, have a seat on the bed" he said, checking a few things, then heading over to were a stack of old vodka bottles stood, each was filled with a bubbling purple liquid. He pulled one off the stand, "This by far is my favourite potion...you will see in a while why" he said

((whoot! i have returned! ))

Xavier laughed, and ploughed a hand through his dark hair, causing it to jut out at odd angles in some places.
'High methods of persuasion' he thought to himself with his grin still intact.
A yawn squeezed itself from within his chest, and he raised his arms straight up above his head, stretching them as the chains of his shirt jangled musically.
"That sounds.... interesting." he commented,"And...what sort of persuasion are we talking about here?" he added curiously, growing quite excited by all of this talk.

(( -grins- I did it just to torture you. xDD j/k ))

"Aww.. only drugs?" He commented, not being able to help himself..
"You don't need to be curteous, you can trust me on that," he said in a rather straightforward tone, and nodded his head.
Xavier turned away and seated himself atop the empty cage, and stared back at Suzuki.. he was growing rather impatient himself.. but refused to let it show.. and he merely watched, his golden eyes absorbing every movement.
Though seeming increasingly interesting with every word that came out of his mouth, this Suzuki seemed dangerous.. though to him, danger was something to be welcomed... not hid from. Why hide from something that can be extremely fun?
"I am merely interested so I can get a good idea of you," he answered honestly, the playful tone almost gone, though a hint of it still remained as he leaned foreward, resting his elbows on his knees, and his chin in his hands.

(( at least I warned you before I mysteriously disappeared.. 3nodding ^^ and umm.. Xavier sat atop the cage..btw))

Xavier raised his brow also, in a mocking sort of way, and pulled his legs up to cross them before him.

"Me?"

His smirk was more genuine now than it had ever been before,

" Ah, well, I suppossse.." he trailed off, mocking a bored tone, accidentally letting his accent escape and drag out the "s".
At this point he leaned foreward, thinking nothing of his slip, dangerously close to toppling off the top of his perch, and he added,

"But in the end, it all comes down to this simple question: Would you prefer to be my employer, so to speak?"

He inclined his head curiously, before laughing softly and leaning back. Xavier seemed to be enjoying himself, and disregarded his former question as if it hadn't been spoken at all.

"But of course I'd love you be your slave, or whatever you like to call me.. Only..." he trailed off as all emotion left his smooth features; his face blank. He stood and crossed the room silently until he was only a foot from Suzuki, and his voice a soft whisper,
"Only, if you'll scream for me. Scream until you feel your chest will explode. As if you're burning from the inssside out...."

Sadistic? no.. just a tease before he brushed his hand across the cheek of Suzuki's face, and he cackled menacingly, his golden eyes alight with mischief.

(( lol a streak of hyperness has infected my writing.. xD enjoy! ))

(( ^^ hee.. he's just having some fun.. he know's who's master...just said it to see the reaction...-nods- lol and true.. you'd probably beat me...though a tie would be interesting...))

Xavier listened with eyes closed, and only opened them, focusing them on the face of the man before him as he muttered his answer,
"Then, my master, won't you tell me what I should do, now?"
His free hand was crawling confidently along Suzuki's stomach, thinking of nothing but the near painful throbbing beneath his belt.
His head tilted to the side as he continued, eyebrow erect,

"Won't you make me cry out?"