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 Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:16 pm
His voice dropped to a whisper, "Those aren't people, sweetheart," he said informatively. Hell, was Samael distracted or something? ...Yes. Something was of more interest to the unicorn than how to play the game.
Namely, it seemed, himself. "What? I still got your tongue?" he taunted.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:18 pm
Oh, he knew that. he rolled his eyes. "Fine. Use me," he replied, thinking that maybe Marks blew half their bodies off or something, which is why he specified a non-living.. ..well, non-moving/living object. Okay, so they were living, but they couldn't complain.
He huffed at him a bit, "I believe I had your tongue first, sweety."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:25 pm
Enh. If Samael was going to insist, who was he to refuse? "Then you keep misplacing it," Marks murred with a grin, hand edging to the back of the unicorn's neck, "Your tongue's a privilege, not a right - if you can't take care of it..." he trailed off as he brought their heads even closer together by leaning forward himself, "Then I might as well take it back."
No more talk on Samael's offer, only the bare closing of distance and the beginning of a kiss - far less volatile than their first - if what had happened could even be classified as a kiss - and now sensual, plying, not a little demanding.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:28 pm
Snickering at his comment, he watched him closely, before he noted the other coming closer. Hm, that was new.
Blinking, he paused when the other pressed his lips to his own--thinking this over. Okay, so he had offered to be used as an example..this could be painful. He gave a light growl, but not in warning..merely to his musing, and sat there, only returning the kiss a bit, wary of the actions made.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:37 pm
He broke off the kiss by pulling away mere centimeters, words and breath close enough to tickle over Samael's skin, "Hey," he said wryly, "I'm not the one that bites. Relax." Not suggesting that Samael had nothing to fear, of course - well, theoretically he was but he didn't really mean it.
Of course, each case was... different. The tag here might not be as significant if it was mere force.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 7:33 am
"Hm," he replied, and snickered a bit, allowing his own breath to touch to the other's lips. This was different, that he'd admit. What, had Marks gone soft all of the sudden? No way. It'd take so much more before he went soft.
His ears flicked, and he glanced the other over curiously, still wary of the other's actions. Yes, this was true, but still, Marks could be quite violent, from what he saw. Well, from what he had experienced, rather. "Difficult to do that when it's you being this way," his tone was teasing, but he knew that it was true.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 7:22 pm
A light snort, quirk of eyebrow - the repeated skepticism from the entirety of the night - as if to say 'what's the worst that could happen?' without inciting actual contemplation. For when the imagination came to Marks, it often ended up in places it vehemently wished never to be in again. It'd be best therefore, if he wanted Samael to reach some level of calm, not to let the imagination go too far.
"Butterflies?" he asked instead, voice low and quiet as his other hand trailed to the wet fabric clinging to the unicorn's stomach, tips then pads of fingers resting lightly upon it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 7:36 pm
He arched his own brow, the muscles of his stomach tightening when the other touched them. Marks was weird. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what the hell was going on, but it was interesting, none-the-less.
He gave a grunt towards the other, and arched away from his touch--only in the slightest, questioning his actions, more than trying to escape them. "Hmph, not quite," he replied, and brought a hand up from the ground to flick under the demon's jaw, leaning forward to touch his lips to the other's, staring him in the eye--giving him a 'what the hell are you doing' look. He didn't really mind the attention, but the 'game' switched from beating eachother, to touching eachother.
Fun stuff.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:06 pm
The eyebrow remained arched and Marks' smirk curled slightly longer, "What, moths?"
But that was all before he took the light contact of their lips and brought it to a light, fleeting sort of kiss that seemed it might melt away for sheer lightness of the touch. Simultaneously the hand with such similar barely-there touch to Samael's stomach fluttered to rest more firmly and permanently to the unicorn's waist, settling over the curve of hip.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 2:31 pm
"Smart a**," he mumbled, mentally following the male's hand over his stomach. When he set his hand firmly to the curve of his hip, he rolled his eyes, and pulled his upper torso back, sitting up a bit straighter than before.
Raising a hand, he ran it into his drying hair, pressing it away from his eyes and such. Interesting.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 11:36 am
A final quirk of lips before Marks' hand shifted from the vampire's hip to the ground and his head canted slightly to the side, "What's up with the tattoos, anyway?" he asked, quite off subject by all counts. But that was part of the point, really. Just didn't have to talk about the point yet.
The hand that had rested at the back of Samael's neck trailed to his face, brushing once over the black streaks with a somewhat amused expression.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 11:55 am
"..Friend of mine did them," he chuckled, and smirked a bit. Well, it was true, in a way. Not really a friend, and not really by choice. He blinked at the touch to his neck and face, leaning into his hand absently.
Turning his head slightly, he parted his lips, as if he was going to bite onto the male's palm..but he didn't, just nicked the tip of a single fang against his middle finger.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 12:15 pm
Yeah, someone was getting hungry. ...Maybe. Compared to the first interactions they'd had tonight, this was just downright bizarre.
Casually, he moved his hand to smudge the tip of blood welling up at the end of his finger over Samael's cheek, crossing over one of the tattoos. "What're they supposed to mean?" he asked on, "They the poetical representation of your wounded soul?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 12:20 pm
Yeah, provoke him to bite. That was smart. If he got ahold of him, he'd probably turn him..if possible. But, no, he had..some self control.
At the smear of blood, he smirked, and brought his own hand up to wipe it onto his fingers, tongue flicking over his fingertips tauntingly, "Oh, you know it. No, I didn't pick them, he did. He said they matched me," he replied, knowing that it had taken more than an ego and an attitude to get to where he was today. Blood, tears, etc. Maybe that's what they meant. He was never too sure.
"Aren't we curious, mm?" He teasing, and took hold of his hand, touching the thin stream of blood that had begun to make its way down from the small puncture on the demon's finger.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 12:56 pm
There was a flicker of something familiar in Samael's eyes, if only for a moment. Yes, hunger. They'd work on that.
"Matched you and your tender-hearted angst," Marks teased further. Hell if he was going to believe that necessarily, vampires turned up petty often as not but he'd prefer to think of this one, his one (for the moment) as a little more interesting than that.
He made no move to remove his hand from Samael's grasp, or to bring it closer. Let the temptation come on its own, he'd let it go far enough already. He thought. Couldn't quite be sure, considering how hard it'd been to get the make and measure of this guy - and if he hadn't, well... Then he'd try harder. Later. If he failed.
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