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 Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 9:45 am
 When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.Kit made a face, it was never as much fun when the person you were trying to scare wasn't scared. What was the point of pulling something if you weren't going to get a reaction out of it. Then his gold orbs narrowed slightly as his reaction swung back around the opposite direction. If he wasn't scared now...what would it take to make him? Head tipped to one side to one side Kit looked at him in a manner the living rarely pulled off. It was a cold-hearted manner that suggested he was wondering what killing him would get as far as a reaction. While normally not violent to that degree Kit wasn't burdened often with the issue of a conscience and his pranks were his...well life. He only broke the empty stare when Nick told him his brains were going to rot.
"Your such a wet blanket."Kit huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically at the comment that a ghost even could become a vegetable. He floated naturally, Nick could probably tie a string to him and toe him around like a balloon. The mental image had his grin growing into the nicer, softer one that wasn't often present during pranks and he laughed lightly, mood lightened just like that as he returned his attention to the white haired boy.
"Maybe he's got a tumor or something."the younger blonde teased, drifting around him in a manner much like Nick had done earlier, only he stopped at the back and solidified himself enough to drape his arms over the other boy's shoulders with his head positioned so their cheeks touched.
"Want me to look?"he drawled, not really caring about Nick's question cause he didn't need a name. Kid would probably be out of there soon anyway, people always left. It just never really occurred to Kit to realize that being dead messed with his sense of time. It was that the years passed quickly and people graduated, he just didn't see it as having happened that slowly. He rubbed his cheek up and down in an almost nuzzling manner, causing his hat to tip to one side rakishly over his other eye.
"Can I keep him?"he asked his brother in his best pleading voice. Although given his track record, both living and dead, for animals staying alive in his care. It wasn't likely the nicest thing to have suggested. But then, no one ever said Kit was a nice kid.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 10:09 am
 - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." "Before I answer your question, do you mind turning off the water?" Yukio smiled. He knew very well that they were most likely not going to listen to him, but decided to say those words anyway. Can't ever blame a guy for trying. A brush against his bangs made him frown slightly but still continued on with his closed eye smile.
Yukio looking for items that would help seal a little bit of the hole. He felt arms lock onto his shoulders and a cheek touch his own. He didn't want to move, but Yukio was very much tempted to turn his head. However he probably would've touched something that wasn't his cheek and he wasn't really going to let that happen, ghost or not.
Yukio sighed exhaustedly as he was being suggested into having a tumor in his head or something. Just his luck. "There will be no need to look, I am very much correct in the head," replying to the blonde's words, rather annoyed. Hearing the blonde hat boy ask if he could keep him...well that wasn't really a first. A couple of times that did happen before, only it was a mother missing her child. He played along then so it could help her move on a little.
"You do realize, I'm not an object, right?" he asked, picking up lead pipe pieces now."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 10:26 am
 
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“I don’t think we can turn it off,” Nick shrugged, unconcerned. It would require shutting the water off for the entire building, sealing the pipe somehow, and then turning the water back on. That was a lot of physical effort. Small touches or a brief burst of power were one thing. Wrenching on pipes and carting around tools was something completely different. If he and his brother had worked together seriously, they probably would have been able to pull it off, but in truth Nick wasn’t nearly interested enough. The water didn’t affect him so there was almost no motivation to stop it.
He chuckled, watching his brother annoy the white haired boy. He looked like a kitten who’d discovered a new bag of catnip and was just itching to tear into it with his claws. Nick almost felt sorry for the student who’d attracted his brother’s attention. Almost, but not quite. The boy was a psychic. If he didn’t know how to deal with a ghost pestering him, he needed to learn. Nick wouldn’t interfere too much unless the boy tried something stupid, like an exorcism. He’d seen people try it before, but if a psychic did one, the results could be different. Nick was unwilling to risk that.
“No one says ‘correct in the head’,” Nick said, hovering just far enough away that he could watch both boys. He leaned back a bit as though reclining against an unseen wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He considered his brother’s request carefully. He couldn’t help a little grin at the half hearted protest from the white haired student.
“I’m very bad at saying no to my little brother,” he sighed in mock sadness. “Just don’t forget to feed and walk him, Kit. If I find him locked in a closet and dead with hunger I’m not getting you another one.” He smiled indulgently.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 10:42 am
When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief."I don't care about your name."Kit shrugged, the action causing his cheek to move up and down next to the one he was pressed against. Kit liked the fact that it was going to be causing some serious problems for several people at the rate it was going. If no one came and shut it off soon then this whole level would be flooded within an hour or so. He bet they'd still hold class too, which was just one more thing for the younger blonde to look forward too.
"I bet people with TUMORS say that all the time."the blonde's grin had gained that sharper edge to it again, the indication that he was having fun annoying someone. Pushing buttons was what he did best after all, in each life he'd lived...or died. It was the fact that he was getting a reaction that was pulling the darkness to the surface. The annoyed touch to the words reflecting in a wicked gleam in the gold eyes. Nick had reclined back against a wall, while Kit continued to cling to the white haired male. Thanks to being incorporeal despite how solid he was feeling at the moment, it wasn't hard for him to be pulled along behind the other boy while he looked for ways to fix the leak.
"I don't want an object. I want a...pet."he purred, dark amusement evident in his tone as he turned his head slightly to see Nick as he indulgently agreed to his keeping him, as long as he promised not to lock it up in a closet. He pouted dramatically and nuzzled his new pet once more.
"He wasn't QUITE dead, they found him in time. Besides, that wasn't my fault, he locked himself in there."Tired of dangling pointlessly, because despite being dead some instincts remained and not having his legs just hanging out while he hung from the boy's shoulders, he shifted to wrap the solid seeming legs around the kids waist and get a ride at the same time. It didn't much change his position near the boy's face.
"That's not going to work, there's too much pressure in the line. It would have to be shut down and completely repaired, all that'll do is shoot whatever you put in it across the room. So at least make it something entertaining."he drawled, by entertaining he was thinking something either gushy or sharp. Either could prove good when the water built up and shot it across the room again. Despite not having paid attention in school when it came to pranks Kit was quite knowledgeable. His gold orbs watching from beside the red pair as the white haired boy looked through various things.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:00 am
- * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio stared at the pipe and sighed. "Hmm...You're probably right about that..." he replied back smiling still. He looked towards the spiky haired male and gave him a lazy smile. "If you're wondering if I will be the one to rid of you, then keep your mind at ease. I neither can nor will be doing so. I can only see you. Whether I have more powers or not, I'm not so sure..."
"So I'm a pet now?" Rather than continuing to be concerned about the situation at hand he stood up and felt 'legs' wrap around his waist. He just smiled at the young boy. "Ah, So you'll be giving me a name yourself?"
"I think I have a way of getting myself out of this..." Yukio put two fingers in his mouth and blew a high pitched whistle. The high pitched whistled turned into a song. It was an exact imitation of how Aizen called his lackies. They all came running inside the flooding room looking around for someone who wasn't there. Yukio snuck to the outside very slowly and ran out fast, but not before calling a teacher."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:27 am
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“I believe he locked himself in there to get away from you,” Nick said idly. Granted, the boy in question had never been the brightest bulb on the tree. He’d had absolutely beautiful reactions to being frightened though, which had of course made it all the more tempting to harass him. Somehow he’d become convinced that he could hide from the accidents plaguing him and had spent a weekend huddled in a closet. Nick had been very nearly tempted to possess the boy and get him out of there but wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have completely broken the boy’s mind in the process. In the end he’d simply sent a vague impression towards the janitor that he ought to check the closet. Fortunately the man had heard the unspoken prompting and the student had recovered.
Nick’s blue eyes lightened as he laughed. It was a pleasant sound, given most ghostly laughs were supposed to be creepy and chill the blood. Nick’s laugh was very normal, something he’d been glad to discover upon waking on the other side of the veil. If he’d had to do the ‘muahahaha’ laugh every time he found something funny, he could only imagine the headache he would have had after a couple of years. “Alright, but no collars. I’m not nearly well adjusted enough to see a sibling play bondage games with someone.” He moved close enough to pat each of them on the head.
He couldn’t help looking over the red eyes again. Perhaps the boy was an albino? It would explain both the unusual hair and eye color. Maybe the same flaw in the young man’s genetic makeup that gave him the white hair and red eyes also gave him the ability to see them. Nick itched to know more about it, especially after the rather cryptic remark about not being sure if he had other powers.
Nick’s eyebrows went up as he watched Yukio effectively frame a couple of unpleasant looking boys for the water damage. A grin slip his lips and he gave a nod. “Clever.” A sidelong glance at Kit and he added. “Do me a favor and don’t break that one. This school could use more brains.” Then he pressed himself back into a wall and vanished.
[ exit ]
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:46 am
When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief."Oh was that why?"Kit blinked innocently, pale orbs huge and full of the same innocence in his tone, none of it believable despite the almost adorable quality it added to him. The biggest draw he'd had while alive was the fact that very few people could peg him as doing something bad. He pulled off rakishly adorable perfectly, unfortunately that stops working when no one but your BROTHER can see you.
"Spoil sport."the blonde pouted at his brother, sticking his tongue out in objection to not getting to put a collar on his new pet, when Nick passed him with a pat to the head. Kit then turned his head, breaking the cheek contact, to grin at the white haired boy when he asked if he was going to name him then. His smile wasn't very nice, dancing with mischief and a hint of malice.
"See your a good boy already. Lets go with...Faust."he announced, far to chipper for how dark his eyes had grown. Grinning back at the smile he'd gotten from his new pet. Tipping his head slightly and lifting a hand to adjust his hat back into place while Faust released a high pitched whistle that had a group of young males come running while he backed out. Piggy backing as he was Kit just settled his chin on the boy's shoulder once more and watched with a amusement dancing in his eyes.
"We'll see nii-san. I'm gonna play a little longer."Kit lifted a hand and waved at his brother just as he vanished into the wall and then slumped again across Faust's back with a rolling laugh of amusement as the boys started getting a royal chewing out by the teacher that had been summoned. Even solid enough to touch the white haired male he hadn't become visible to them so no one but his pet could hear the light trailing laughter at the other boys expense.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 3:00 pm
- * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Faust, huh? At least it was more original than his other names, aside from Yukio. That made a little amused himself. As one of the boys disappeared through the wall, he followed, the young boy in the hat laughing very amused at the boys sudden framing. Yukio couldn't have done it any better himself. It was rare that he frames someone, but with these situations, he had to.
Yukio almost got away when the teacher called him over. He obidiently went back to him for confirmation. "These boys tell me you did this. You have no alibi, so I'm gonna have to assume you helped." Yukio was expecting this really. After all, their witness suddenly disappearing? That would be very suspicious.
He just smiled sweetly at the old teacher, rubbing the back of his head. He jumped slightly, quickly remembering there was a boy on his shoulders. "Ah, you're right. I guess you have a reason to keep me here. But it looked as if it exploded, or was punched through." He lifted up his arm and pinched it lightly. "As you can see, I don't seem to have the muscles to do such a thing."
"Liar! You managed to overthrow Billy here!!" said one of the boys. Yukio quickly thought of a way out. He punched the wall next to him hard, but not hard enough to break several holes in the wall. He waited a little while for his fist to turn red and showed the teacher. "See? I can't do that..."
The teacher, seeing the red fist dismissed him. The boys yelled in anger, cursing wildly as Yukio turned and stuck his tounge out, making a 'later, Dumb*sses' face. "So, master, I'd like to have your name if you don't mind me asking. Even a pet would like to know who his master is...""You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 5:58 pm
When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief."Oh no, officer I swear this water just appeared here."Kit drawled at the teacher, his accent getting stronger and slipping into a full out old school New York style, as he made faces at the teacher who was glaring down his new pet while the boys behind the older male waited to have the blame spread to who they believed really did it. He flipped them all the bird from over Faust's shoulder knowing they couldn't see him anyway.
"Hey, hey, watch it."the blonde griped back in his more normal voice when a hand came up and scratched right next to his shoulder. Thanks to the position they were in. Grinning in dark amusement as the white haired male shifted positions to instead show his arm to the teacher as proof of his inability to have caused that level of damage.
"At least my muscles wouldn't if I wasn't an alien mutant that came to the school in order to eat the brains of the other students."Kit's narrative continued with a very X-Files comment as the boys shouted that he was a liar and had overthrown one of their numbers. Kit snorted, what posers, if they got tossed should they be admitting it like wankers?
"I could punch a hole in the wall for ya if ya wanted, lets see ya explain THAT to the teacher."Kit drawled sardonically in his pets ear after the boy had punched a wall and proved his strength limits. The teacher seemed satisfied but for a brief moment Kit was tempted to go ahead with his suggestion, his eyes darkening in wicked amusement as to what excuses his pet would come up for that one. But the teacher was already dismissing them while the boys screamed and cursed. Faust's reaction was enough for the ghost to let it lie for now. He'd have fun later.
"You are one seriously sick puppy, Faust. Name's Kit."He slumped slightly with a sigh of disappointment that he wasn't getting more of a reaction out of the white haired boy who seemed to easily accept his position as pet. Maybe he really WOULD get him a collar. His mischievous smirk made another appearance as he rubbed his cheek against the other boys.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 2:02 pm
 As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat "Given I haven't TOUCHED anything even remotely electrical, that can't be me."An ash-blonde male calmly told the little grey kitten that was perched on his shoulder. He was moving through his office, having decided to at least get things organized somewhat before classes began. He'd been avoiding the computer like the plague, he was not loosing THAT particular war.
In the course of a couple of hours he'd managed to straighten up the mess that was the office, picking up scattered remains of what was probably once furniture. Not as heavy as the desk it hadn't survived whatever had tossed it around. Someone had seriously done a number on the room, he was glad he'd missed that particular temper tantrum. Once he'd gotten that done he'd started unpacking his boxes and arranging his disorder in an orderly fashion. It would probably take all of three hours after class for it to be right back where he didn't want it to be...but oh well.
"And again...."He rolled his grey orbs towards the ceiling where the lights got dimmer and then flared brightly enough one of the bulbs exploded. Miko was off his shoulder with a yowling hiss of fright. Launching herself across the room and leaving Haru wincing as he felt the claws rip through his skin. He pouted, reaching up to rub at shoulder where she'd scratched him as he watched her vanish behind his desk...as in the desk with all the cords that could NOT be damaged.
"Miko, pretty please come out. I'll give you a twinkie?"Haru begged before realize he wasn't getting any reaction. A long suffering sigh was enhanced by a hand that brushed through his hair before he dropped to his hands and knees and started carefully crawling after her. Making soft kissing noises to try and draw the terrified kitten out from her current hiding spot. All he could see from her were huge glowing eyes back just out of reach.
"Miko, come on kitty, kitty. It's safe. Come out pretty girl."the ash blonde haired teacher cooed, not hearing when the door opened.
"Excuse me?"A younger sounding voice purred, jerking his attention. Haru jumped, forgetting he was under the table, and slammed his head into the underside of the desk. A moment later he rolled out, clutching at the back of his head, and glanced towards the door through narrowed eyes to see a small male standing at his entrance with amused midnight blue eyes.
"Oh, hello. Ah, sorry about that. Lost my cat. Do you need something?"He asked, forcing a grin through his pain as Miko poked her head out from under the desk with an inquisitive 'meow'. He knew she had because the younger boy glanced her direction. With reflexes honed from owning cats he snapped an arm out without looking at her and scooped the small grey fluff up. He pulled her struggling form towards his chest and soothed her puffed out fur without taking his smile from the dark haired boy.
"Someone said something about a dinner."The student lifted an eyebrow, something shifting in his stance subtly in a way that was hard to recognize but had Haru feeling slightly uncomfortable. He was a bit of a slut, but he wasn't used to teenager's coming on to him.
"Uh, yeah. In the cafeteria."His own stomach rumbled, drawing his attention down and to the fact he hadn't eaten for a while. His grin became more natural as he rolled to his feet. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you introduce yourself and I'll show you the way?"he offered with a wide grin as he carefully kept Miko tucked against his chest and stepped towards the male. He shrugged lightly, just one shoulder.
"If that's what you want."His tone was casual, accepting that there was going to be a price for the information. Haru frowned slightly but stepped around him and started walking him towards the cafeteria while guiding the introductions.
[Exit]
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:02 am
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the BRIGHTEST HOURxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof my DARKEST DAYxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXxxxxXx I realizedxxxxxxxxxxxxx[sssWHAT IS WRONG WITH MExxx]▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Underage drinking was a lot of things. It was destructive. It lead to fatal car accidents and accidental poisoning. It opened the door to other forms of substance abuse and poor decision making, killed brain cells, rotted the liver, was completely illegal, and generally a stupid thing to do.
It was also a great way to forget the fact that you’d screwed up so badly you could hear hell laughing at you.
Dorian was seated by the window in an empty classroom, sideways in one of the desk chairs with his leg propped up on the desk across the row. Long legs were stretched out in lazy comfort, feet tilting back and forth in time to music that was only in his mind. Dorian’s head bobbed lightly, a mostly empty bottle of vodka on the desk to his right. Russet hair fell messily around his eyes and neck in a disjointed manner that would have made his stylist bite her scissors in half. His hand strayed idly up and down the side of the bottle, tracing the outline of label in a way that apparently required not quite giggling in the young male.
He let his head tilt back and stared at the ceiling as the world swam around him, smiling faintly in the light from the partial moon filtering in from outside. This felt a lot better. He knew he tried not to drink too often and almost never did when he was on tour, but right now he couldn’t remember why. He felt like he was on a boat with the waves gently rocking him to sleep. He was a good bit more sleepy now, but while his limbs were heavy his head was very pleasantly awake and alive. He wrapped his knuckles in a disjointed manner on the window then couldn’t remember whose attention he was trying to attract with the knock. Aizen wasn’t there.
“Aaaazien,” he muttered, then slurred a laugh at the way the sound felt in his mouth.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:14 am
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill.  Classroom, after classroom, had been passed and dully inspected. Everything in them observed and classified behind the midnight orbs. He would occasionally pick something up, a nicknack of some sort, and turn it over slowly before returning it exactly as he found it and drifting silently on to the next thing. It was a sort of bored movement for the amount of concentration the actual event was drawing.
He knew where to hide, where weapons were...and a weapon could be a lot of things. A true street rat he knew the value of everything he touched for protection and sometimes more. It was a methodical search and lacked a great deal of the suggestive overtones. Other than his walk which remained the same. This was for protection.
Suddenly the slim, dark dressed figure paused. His head cocking slightly to one side as the sound of glass rapping reached his ears. He hovered, hesitating in between two states before slipping forward and out of the classroom he'd been in and into the one beside it. Aiden paused at the door, head tilted, his lips naturally sliding into the smooth practiced smile that promised the world. His gaze professionally sliding over the young brunette that hovered at the window with a mostly empty bottle of good vodka in one hand. Cash, easy cash. That was all that his observation really looked for. The price of the mark.
"Lost?"Aiden purred in his honey deep voice, walking into the room and letting the door click quietly closed behind him. His walk had gained an extra element that probably made it slightly illegal in most states. His head tipped with a sort of innocence to one side as his docile blue orbs took in the brunette with obvious interest. Personal space was not an issue for the dark haired male as he came to a stop with the edge of his hip flirting with touching the other male's leg as he reached out and casually lifted the bottle free of the man's grasp, bringing it to his lips to take a slow sip before licking the rim and handing it back. He was right...it was the expensive side. You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:53 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the BRIGHTEST HOURxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof my DARKEST DAYxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXxxxxXx I realizedxxxxxxxxxxxxx[sssWHAT IS WRONG WITH MExxx]▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
The brunette hummed under his breath, one of the songs he’d written while he and the object of his current desire were still together. It was probably a bit more cheesy than he would have liked if he hadn’t been writing the song when he was literally still in bed next to a sleeping Aizen, but the public had loved it. It had moved him that much closer to the top of the charts, contributing to the success that had eventually spawned the tour he’d left on. Ironic. Or maybe not ironic, maybe it was just stupid. He couldn’t decided and the pleasant buzz circling his head said it was stupid because stupid was a word that was much simpler and much more fun to say than ironic. Yeah.
There was a sound and his eyes lifted lazily, scanning the doorway. He blinked and tried to focus. Failing that, he leaned forward a little, peering at the doorway. His eyes swam over the dark hair and blue eyes and came to rest on a very familiar idea. Aizen. Dorian was just drunk enough to see the dark haired stranger and transform him into the image of the Aizen he’d left six months ago. It wasn’t hard. There was the same slender form, the dark hair that partially shaded blue eyes, a close enough height for Dorian not to notice the distinction. He saw the lips faintly curve into a smile and his breath caught as the young star watched ‘Aizen’ cross the room. The voice… wasn’t quite right. Aizen didn’t speak like that, wasn’t the type to purr at least to him. But his mind blew past that little detail after only a moment’s hesitation.
His eyes lit when the form moved closer, following it until it stopped right next to him. His finger slid easily off the bottle and part of his anatomy responded in appreciation for the lazy sexuality embedded in each casual movement. His Aizen was there and playing with him. An unfocused smirk slid into the blue eyes and instead of taking the bottle back he wrapped his fingers around the wrist in gentle insistence. It wasn’t hard to hold someone that way, keeping your fingers locked so it wouldn’t actually hurt unless they tried to pull away suddenly. He would never want to hurt Aizen. He just wanted him to stay.
He stood in a motion that was surprisingly graceful for someone obviously three sheets to the wind. The hand not on the wrist moved affectionately over the brow as the unfocused eyes softened momentarily, pushing dark hair back until he could more clearly see the blue. “Aizen,” he murmured indistinctly. “Forgive me but I’m going to break that promise.” It was less a request for permission than a warning as the hand slid down the dark hair and along the jaw line, raising the other male’s chin as he met the lips in a kiss.
No longer constrained with the least bit of protocol and tired of watching Aizen dance out of reach, the kiss began passionate and only grew. There was want and longing and demand embedded in the kiss, a reminder meant for Aizen of promises made in the past and repeated in whispers. They had been in love and Dorian was asking for a return of that, trying to draw that feeling back out for the blue eyed male in front of him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:10 am
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. Aiden's inviting smile got wider when the brunette focused on him with a smirk, he was obviously very, very drunk which was all the better. A drunk mark never knew exactly how much money they had on them before coming to him. It was always better when they couldn't remember much. The dark strands slid across the midnight blue orbs as he tipped his head to the side when his wrist was suddenly grabbed. He made no move to pull away, why would he? He knew how the game was played after all.
He had served marks before that wanted him to be someone else, wanted him to be the person they could never have. So when the unfocused summer blue orbs slid across his face with a soft affectionate move seconds before the hand brushed his hair away he only turned his head slightly to accentuate the movement. What he wasn't expecting was when the male murmured a name, because it sounded like his. THAT he wasn't used to. Why would anyone bother to learn his name, after all? It was better they didn't so no one knew who or where he was. Surprise filtered briefly through the docile look in midnight dark orbs before the brunette was asking for forgiveness and lifting his face.
Instinct took over at that point where there might have been some surprise and he lifted his face without any urging to meet the kiss directly. His head was tilted perfectly for their height difference, his tongue encouraging the other male's when it could, but control was left completely up to the mark. The kiss started out much as he expected as his hands lifted and brushed teasing caresses along the other boy's frame. He only paused briefly when the kiss grew deeper, almost trying to telegraph something that he wasn't equipped to understand.
But he didn't need to understand the mark, he just needed to please him. Shutting down everything but his required senses he went about making sure to do just that. Slowly a sort of desperation crept into his movements, a need so deep it trembled in everything he did as he he turned them slightly to back himself into the wall and pull the taller male after him, his leg lifting to run teasingly in open invitation.
Aiden was very, VERY good at what he did. And he it only got better when he passed that strange invisible line in his head and became about so much more. This was why he was the best, because there was a touch of a desperate need to be loved that always brought his customers back. It didn't need to be directed at anyone, it simply was so deep it could encompass everything and did so with a desperation that was almost hypnotic. He turned every inch of that knowledge and desperation on the brunette. You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:26 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the BRIGHTEST HOURxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof my DARKEST DAYxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXxxxxXx I realizedxxxxxxxxxxxxx[sssWHAT IS WRONG WITH MExxx]▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
He felt Aizen move to meet the kiss before he’d even touched thr lips and Dorian couldn’t help but relax a little. He’d known he had promised not to touch the other without permission that night, but that was as good as a ‘yes’. You didn’t have to hear the sound to know it was there in the air between them, consent for Dorian to touch where he wanted as he wanted. His hand tangled in the dark hair at the back of the other’s head a bit more roughly than he would have had he been sober. His movements all felt more fluid but harder to direct. He had to concentrate harder to make his fingers and limbs go where he wanted. But concentration on this was a pleasure.
He hadn’t actually meant to go so far with the alcohol. He figured what amounted to a couple of shots would be enough to make himself feel less miserable and help him sleep through the rest of the night without the dreams. He hated the damn dreams, shadows and terror and he always knew he was sleeping but couldn’t find a way to wake up. Sometimes he woke up in a place he hadn’t been when he’d started. Occasionally he found someone injured who had tried to contain him and been mistaken as part of the dream. He didn’t know if being a bit drunk before bed would help that, but he’d been willing to try.
And now here he was. Even the most realistic nightmare wouldn’t have felt this real. There was a dreamlike feel to it though, small parts that didn’t quite match with the facts in his memory. Aizen usually took a bit more persuasion than this, a bit more teasing before he so willingly responded. But… why? Why did he expect to have to torment someone he loved into wanting him? This was good, to feel the way the body and flesh in front of him responded as they were suddenly against the wall, Dorian positioning his own legs between the others, making the body rely more on holding onto him to remain upright.
He heard himself groan at the sudden shift of intensity, a want that outmatched even his own. It was exactly what he wanted, the sense he was craved and needed just as much as anyone could. He was kissing skin now, pushing a shirt away and down. He swayed a bit on his own feet as he ducked his head to touch lower, neck, shoulder, chest with his lips.
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