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 Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 7:57 pm
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He’d fallen asleep quickly. The singer had barely managed to make it under the sheets of the bed before his eyelids ad become too heavy to lift. His body curled around nothing, knees pulled up lightly as his mind rejected reality in favor of sleep. Stress had always served to give him a headache when it got too much. Or maybe that was a side effect of the meal he’d eaten earlier. It sat in the pit of his stomach like a block of lead now, no longer warm or comforting. Everything was twisted and wrong. His body shuddered once as he slipped into blackness, the pill bottle forgotten in the dresser at the side of his bed. He’d been too distracted to think of it and in the darkness he hadn’t noticed the drawer and gotten the reminder. He just wanted the day to be over.
He was still for about an hour. The dreams beginning to stir in his mind slowly at first and then with growing intensity. His form tightened as he struggled to throw off the illusion. As always, part of him knew it was a dream, knew all he had to do was wake up. But he couldn’t. It was an impossible want, that mocking hope of simply waking in bed driving the terror on to new heights. He never remembered the dreams in the morning, only sometimes faint impressions of blackness and pain and clawing at walls before the darkness caught him, fingers bloody from where his nails broke off against the impenetrable prison, the absolute certainty that if he was caught he would be in hell jerking hard at his mind.
Dorian sat up and screamed.
His room had been modified, soundproofed for just this reason. The storm echoed the cry that tore at his throat, changing the normally smooth, musical tones into something harsh and primal. Fear. There was no conscious mind to interfere with the feeling, giving it a purity that shouldn’t have lived in a rational, thinking being. He screamed and his throat burned though he didn’t feel it, eyes staring though he couldn’t see. If so much as his blanket touched him he lashed out at it blindly, struggling to make it go away, just go away!
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 8:00 pm
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"An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world"
Kaito had almost walked himself back down to a calm point where he could actually go to sleep. His hand slacking on the injured arm as he closed his slate blue orbs and let his mind fall into a blank state that meant he didn't have to think and walk down any traps such as following his roommate who obviously needed to take a few deep breaths. He might have fully succeeded if a very familiar voice hadn't snapped his slate orbs wide open.
He'd only heard that voice once, but it was one of those moments you DON'T forget. His head turned with the sort of slow carefulness of someone afraid to shatter glass as he looked at the door where Jack had just demanded to know what Robin was doing there. For a few minutes he listened, slowly relaxing a little when it became apparent that his red-head didn't want anything to do with his ex. Only....Jack WAS still talking to him and after a moment he agreed to be friends.
The blue haired boy wasn't even aware his hand had closed violently over his arm and blood was now filling the fresh white bandages as his expression made no change but the presence in the room dropped ten degrees. Not because of Jack, clearly the red-head still held some feelings for his ex, but he was also rebuffing him. Although in an amused tone that caused the blue eyes to darken slightly in the shadows of the room. The sound of the door opening in the other room had Kaito's eyes closing once more as he used the pain as an anchor. His fingers began caressing the blood across his bandages in slow, smooth motions as he sank like a stone behind the protection of emptiness.
The apology had just gone from something light and easily accepted to something that was going to have to be seriously heart felt and accompanied by the words "never see him again".
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 8:31 pm
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. 
Eyes closed, head tilted towards the sky, Aiden let the droplets spilling through the thick leaves of the tree caress his face. He let the night wrap around him and would have stayed that way had an ear shattering scream not sounded through the thick glass. Likely the only place not able to be sound proofed. The dark haired boys head snapped around and emotions exploded in the midnight blue orbs as the color drained from his face.
He knew that scream, he'd given one of his own before. It was a scream of terror and helplessness. Being stuck where no one would come and save you and knowing it even as the pain ripped through you and shredded your soul into pieces. A scream that was coming from the one person it never should have.
Aiden wasn't even aware he was moving when he shimmied along the branch to the end that was a few inches from the window. His arm pulled back and forward, he didn't have time or even the supplies to break in. Pain exploded in his fist but was easily ignored as other pain would have as the glass shattered under his fist. He shook his hand and splattered blood and glass against the brick wall as he planted his hand in the window sill and lept into the room lightly.
Darkness had never been an issue for him, his eyes adjusting instantly, and he could find the bed as he landed in a light crouch in time to see Dorian thrashing violently in his bed. A quick sweep of the room revealed no one else, which had the boy's shoulders relaxing. Nightmare. Those he understood too...and while just as real at least Aiden knew how to fight those. Rising to his full height he crossed the room on silent feet to where the other boy was thrashing.
Bloody hand included, Aiden crawled onto the bed and tried to gather the brunette towards him. He took a scratch down the arm, a hard kick to the shin that would leave a bruise and an elbow to the face that rocked his head back and had him seeing stars for a second. Yet like all the other times the amount of pain he could take and his years taking it worked in his favour and he tucked himself tightly against the singer's back with his arms wrapped around him.
"Shhh, it's okay. Your safe, Dorian. I promise. It's okay."Aiden promised him in a throbbing bedroom voice full of promise. The nightmares couldn't hurt you once you opened your eyes. It was only in the dark that they could eat your soul. What memories did the other boy have that would have gotten that reaction? Aiden knew the scars on his soul that breed them...it hurt more than he wanted to admit that Dorian might have them as well.
Eyes tightly closed, jaw aching, he continued whispering reassurances against his neck and soothing him with his presence and his promises. For once not a trace of the seduction existed, just an infinite sadness and a need to get back the Dorian who wasn't afraid of anything. Even if he could never have him, never touch him, he just wanted him back.
"Here we go up, up, up.
High in the sky so blue.
Here we go down, down, down.
Touching the rose so red."
Aiden's voice had nothing on Dorian's, it was rich and husky but slightly off note and clearly not highly used. He didn't often sing, and wasn't even sure where he remembered hearing the lullaby before but he sang it softly because he vaugly remembered it had been for a baby, a neighbor had sang it? He remembered finding it calming and the child had stopped crying. It was all he could really offer so he gave it. You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 4:40 am
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Dorian’s skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, breath coming fast and heavy as he panted, body responding to the need to run, to fight, to do something. Every shadow, every movement, real or not, seemed like a horrible threat, a promise of pain and cold and ripping away of flesh and organs if it caught him. His voice wasn’t working, the would-be scream finding no purchase in a throat that had already been ripped to pieces, made sore and scratched with the simple force of air. He felt himself connect with something, more than once, but the darkness was still there as he stared blindly around the room, eyes wide and wild while his heartbeat thudded in his ears. There was no rational thought any longer, moving on reflex as he heaved a dry, shuddering sob at the nightmare that wouldn’t go away.
Something warm pressed against his back and Dorian jerked hard, almost throwing himself off the bed. But the small soft heat was still there and part of him noticed that it didn’t hurt. And darkness was cold and tearing and ripping and this was solid. Solid and wrapped around him. He jerked again, but much less fiercely, a keening sound replacing the scream as his eyes became a touch less wide. He couldn’t hear monsters any longer. Something was whispering and it made no sense but it was soft and comforting and he wanted to be where it was.
He settled slowly, muscles still taunt and twitching from time to time as he struggled towards consciousness, following soft singing. The darkness didn’t disappear, but it became only darkness. There were no monsters and he was in his room. He moaned groggily, waiting for the rest of his mind to find its way out. He blinked sleepily, struggling not to fall straight back into sleep. The music hadn’t stopped. He wasn’t dreaming but…. It kept going.
His arms wrapped around those held to him, tightening briefly before he turned, looking back to see Aiden. He focused slowly on the dark hair and blue eyes. And then looked down at the arms he was holding, one of them slick with blood that looked black in the near darkness. Oh god.
“I’m sorry,” he pushed out, voice rough and shakey. “Aiden, I’m so sorry.” He moved, turning and drawing the other boy around him and into his lap, arms going around the slender form. If he’d been a bit more awake he would have thought of medical attention but he was still half asleep as he buried his face against dark hair, doing everything he could to completely cover Aiden, the apology stuck on repeat as it left his lips.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 4:57 am
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill.
The pain in his body meant very little, even less so compared to the pain in his chest that someone had hurt Dorian enough for THIS. He didn't know what haunted his nightmare, who had caused it, but for the first time he wanted to fight back at something. But he knew, better than most, that some things you couldn't fight. So he curled tighter against the brunette trying to sooth a hurt he couldn't see with his warmth and the soft song he continued to sing trying to draw the singer away from the darkness.
Slowly, bit by bit, the body he was holding stopped fighting, slowed in his hold until it was fully still. A soft moan that had the dark haired boy rubbing his face against the flesh of the neck he was pressed against as the hands he was holding returned the gesture for a moment before Dorian was turning his head. Lifting his face, midnight dark orbs full of understanding and pain, he meet the summer stare and watched the emotions chase themselves across the other boy's eyes.
And then he was being pulled around, an easy move given his slighter weight, and pulled into a lap in a reversal of their hold. Apologies coming over and over from the brunette who was curled around him. Pain burst like an opening flower from within the darker orbs before Aiden buried his bloody hand in the other boy's hair and pulled him close to return the hug. For the first time in years the water dripping from his cheeks hadn't come from his hair. He had no more tears for himself, but for the traumatized brunette they spilled free.
"No, shhh, it's okay. It's not your fault. Everything's alright, please stop."Aiden whispered back, holding him tightly and wishing he'd stop spilling apologies when HE was the one that was obviously hurt. The dark haired boy didn't ask what demons haunted his dreams, because Aiden never would have opened the scars on his own heart to share and he wouldn't expect anyone else to do so either. He just knew how horrible it was to be facing them alone in the darkness and for every time he'd done it he wanted to make sure Dorian didn't have to.
He might not be the best option available, why Dorian's boyfriend wasn't here as the other boy was at least allowed to touch him, Aiden didn't know. He'd probably mess this up too and make it worse but he couldn't leave the singer to the dark so he stayed wrapped around him petting his hair soothingly and unknowingly streaking it crimson with his face once more buried against the other boy's neck. You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 4:59 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack didn’t really stay once the door was open. He hadn’t bitten Robin’s head off but that didn’t mean he felt inclined to follow the other boy into a bedroom. He believed Robin when he said he’d given the idea of him and Jack being anything but friends but… Damnit, he just couldn’t do it. Probably Kaito’s fault. Blue eyes were in his head all the time now, somewhere behind his vision. And he remembered the way Kaito had looked when he’d found out about the lighter. It had sparked a fight for crying out loud. Robin had probably said something stupid and Kaito had taken it badly enough to be injured for the cause. Disappearing into a bedroom with Robin… No. Even he could admit innocent could look bad if he ventured there.
Robin seemed to sense this as he raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment when Jack lingered outside the door. The gray haired male’s mouth lifted on one side in a smug smile before the door slid shut and Jack was alone in the darkness again. Wow. That had been unexpected, to say the least. His eyes slid back to his own door as he tried to figure out how he was going to pull of the miracle of explaining to Kaito that Robin was next door without something or someone breaking.
He stared at the door for an entire minute, looking for a plan without success. But after the initial sixty seconds his impatience cut in and he was yanking the door open. Thinking things through took too much damn effort. Better to plow ahead and just get it over with.
“So Robin transferred,” he said, absolutely no preamble. It pissed Jack off when people p***y-footed around in telling him something so he extended the courtesy to Kaito. Part of him wondered if there was a reason most people tried to soften blows like that, but somehow that felt like a lie. “But before you go break his face, he said he’s not interested in me anymore. I still don’t know what the hell happened back on the boardwalk, but…” His eyes had been on Kaito as the sky lit and he saw red. Literally.
Without the sling in his way, at least from the angle he was at as he’d crossed towards his bed, he could see bright red in the brief illumination, blood on the white bandages. Thunder rolled and Jack was across the room in an instant. “Where’s that doctor’s number?” Had the stitches been pulled? How long had it been bleeding? Why hadn’t Kaito done something about it?
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" S t a n d i n g . o n . t h e . e d g e . . . "
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:17 am
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soʀɑᴢoʀɑsʜɪɪ кɑɪᴛo
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"An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world"
He couldn't tell, he couldn't tell where Jack was based off the sounds he was hearing, and it was burning the ice colder as the seconds ticked past and he waited. He could hear almost nothing now that both doors where shut and he found his fingers idly moving and painting a swirling doodle of blood on the still white section of the bandage, although it was quickly being swallowed up by the spreading blood.
He HAD to have gone in, otherwise why take this long? Kaito could practically FEEL the seconds tick by as his head remained cocked to one side and a perfectly neutral expression on his face while no further sounds reached him save for the rain and the bursts of thunder. He might have actually given up and gone looking had the door not opened and drawn flat slate orbs towards the edge of what looked like a figure standing in the doorway. A moment later Jack's voice confirmed his identity.
"So I heard."He drawled in a tone that gave nothing away other than bitter cold. Arching an eyebrow as jack justified that Robin wasn't interested in him any more.
'But obviously, he’s still got some pretty strong feelings about me. He's still got my lighter.'
The other boy's voice echoed in his memory, helping to further chill off the temperature Kaito was radiating as a burst of lightning lit up the sky and highlighted the red-head clearly. His fingers continuing to trace patters in the cloth but it was already stained enough that nothing showed clearly. A second later Jack was next to his bed with a muttered oath and a demand for the doctor's number.
The blue haired boy shrugged slightly, not terribly concerned about it. He'd probably know if he pulled stitches, the pain was actually fairly dull. His gaze sliding towards the wall that currently housed one of the two people he'd actively dedicated time to thinking about the best way to prolong their death. He was basically ignoring Jack, locked behind glacial barriers in the same way that locked out the pain from registering as he lifted a finger and licked the blood off the tip with no sign that he was committing murder in his head behind those empty slate orbs.
"It'll stop in a minute."he deadpanned absently, as the world went brilliant white once more.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:17 am
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Dorian didn’t mind the pull on his hair, still trying to do his best to keep anything from so much as touching Aiden. That might have made more sense if Dorian himself hadn’t obviously been the one to hurt the other boy, but he didn’t think about that, didn’t think about the idea that with blood you had to stop it from flowing, find the wound and close it. That would have required a good bit more mind than Dorian had on him at the moment and all his instincts would tell him was that Aiden was hurt and couldn’t be hurt again. That he was cold and wet in his arms, soaked through to skin and the patches of pale flesh he could reach weren’t as warm as he’d thought they were. Too cold, he had to fix that.
He ducked his head and gently nuzzled wet hair. One hand left the other boy but only long enough to grope around for a blanket. He tried to wrap it around Aiden without actually letting go of him, a tricky task that worked only as much as the midnight eyed boy cooperated with the efforts. He moved Aiden so the boy was sideways in his lap, wanting him where the other where he could see him, feel the too-light weight, make sure he was there, that the presence of someone offering soothing gentle words wasn’t a cruel illusion to make the returning terror cut that much deeper.
“I said I wouldn’t hurt you,” Dorian answered the pleas for him to stop, grip tightening again before it relaxed. He’d promised. He’d stood there and said no one would hurt Aiden, that no one would touch him unless he wanted them too and even promised that he was included in that calculation. Stood there and promised. And now Aiden was in his arms bleeding and probably bruised if he shared a fate similar to those who had tried to wake Dorian from a Night Terror in the past.
His voice was still rough and strained, especially in comparison with his regular tones or even Aiden’s gentle whispers in the darkness. The blanket he’d wrapped Aiden in was beginning to grow wet, he could feel it against his arms. Dorian’s fingers felt their way through the darkness, touching the other’s shirt, rediscovering the effect of the rain. He couldn’t stay like that. But he couldn’t let go of Aiden.
He moved, carrying the other male the way one did a child, sliding off the bed and using the tips of his fingers to pull open a drawer, looking for a t-shirt, something, anything. “Dry clothes,” he mumbled almost incoherently. “Please.” He sat down on the edge of the bed again, still clinging to Aiden.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:33 am
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill.
Because he was offering comfort and nothing more the gentle nuzzle failed to elicit the normal response from the dark haired boy who responded only in briefly tightening his hold. Aiden remained curled around him as Dorian situated him into a more comfortable position and managed to wrap a blanket around them. Given he was used to being cold his state didn't even register, let alone bother, him. His hands continuing their soothing motion as he gently shook his head negatively to Dorian's almost desperate sounding words.
"You didn't."Aiden assured him, the simple truth. It took a lot more damage before it registered fully as pain for the dark haired boy, which probably had only pushed others in the past to drive him further beyond that point. He had a VERY high pain tolerance and the tightness in his chest was far more a concern than the ache in his jaw or the numbness of his hand as it stroked the brown strands.
The fact that the brunette's voice was still raw from screaming only made it worse. Aiden did NOT want to think about those scars and only buried his head deeper into the warmth of the other boy's neck before he was picked up and carried across the room. Confused he lifted his head and looked up at the singer's profile as he mumbled about clothing. Realizing he'd gotten Dorian soaked he reached out with the hand that wasn't bleeding and pulled free the requested clothing before they were moved back to the bed.
"I'm sorry."he whispered softly, some of the submission rippling back to the surface as he realized that he'd managed to break Dorian's window, get him wet, and covered in blood in all the matter of a few minutes. As soon as the nightmare faded he was going to be angry and Aiden knew what was coming for that reaction. He could accept it, because he didn't want the other boy to be alone and until the sound of the scream faded from his memory and the abused throat of the singer he was going to stay and take whatever consequences of that. He just didn't want Dorian to hate him for having messed up his room. He couldn't even take solace in the desperate grip on his slight frame because terror made you cling to anyone, he should know.
He rubbed his nose apologetically against the warmer flesh of the boy's neck as he tightened his hold and briefly wished for one moment, just one second, that he wouldn't ruin everything and he could actually be worth something. All for this one boy. It was a stupid, foolish wish, but it was in that moment the strongest desire of his life. You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:34 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
He’d heard them? Alright, the walls weren’t the best he’d ever come up against but Jack hadn’t realized their conversation had been all that loud. Thinking bad though, the redhead had to admit that neither boy was in the habit of speaking in soft controlled tones. Robin didn’t care if he bothered others with the things he said and Jack was either amused or honestly didn’t notice. He’d been too stunned, too wrapped up in the conversation to really pay attention to their surroundings And because Robin was right next door, a good part of the conversation had taken place just outside. Well. Good thing he hadn’t gone the route of trying to hold back the information for a better time.
Jack scowled at the frozen tone. “Don’t play victim here,” he half growled. “My friend didn’t hang on me or end up on my bed.” Yes, the distraction had helped but Jack found he couldn’t just ignore Kai’s presence in the school, not until he saw some evidence that things weren’t going to be like that all the time. But there was no assurance. Rather than telling him that Kai’s actions had been a one time deal, Kaito had made it clear that they were considered normal. Which meant Jack was going to have to put up with the annoying girl-boy draped over his Kaito. A freaking friend to help him through that would be damned nice. Because he wasn’t giving up Kaito which meant he had no choice about being there to watch it.
Violet orbs narrowed a bit at the shrug and apparent unconcern. He tried to remember how to stop bleeding. Apply pressure? He didn’t like the idea of pushing on the stitches. Raise it above your heart? Jack could do that. He eyed Kaito as the lightning flashed as the blue eyed boy announced that it would stop in a minute.
“You’re going to end up sleeping on blood,” he pointed out, reaching out to push one hand against Kaito’s chest, trying to push him back onto the bed so he could hold keep the arm higher than the other boy’s heart. Jack didn’t bother trying to explain what he was doing, annoyed at Kaito’s lack of self preservation. And further exasperated at the fact that Kaito wasn’t looking at him, was treating him the way he treated people who didn’t matter, a casual cold dismissal of his presence. Jack thought bitterly that Kaito wouldn’t have treated Kai this way.
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" S t a n d i n g . o n . t h e . e d g e . . . "
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:51 am
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"An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world"
It was perhaps the only sign that Jack wasn't like anyone else that his half growled statement dragged a flash of something into the arctic coldness of Kaito's eyes as he turned his narrowed gaze on his roommate, dropping his finger from his mouth to lay lightly stained with blood in his lap.
"I never slept with my 'friend'."He informed him in a voice that managed to contain anger despite the cold. Like it was dropping cold enough to burn at this point. Robin clearly still had feelings, why else would he be there. Kai came because she was codependent and had a tendency to make rash decisions on the spur of the moment. What was Robin's excuse? Unlike Jack's relationship Kai was nothing more than a friend or sister, she hadn't given him anything he'd held onto for years like a precious memory and never would.
"Wouldn't be the first time I slept with something red."he gave the other boy a flat look that was probably missed thanks to the darkness at the pointed reminder that less than a few HOURS ago they'd slept together. Jack was HIS. He wasn't going to be sharing or letting the grey haired upstart step into their lives and cause more problems. The boy's death just got dragged out longer the more he annoyed Kaito by trying to take what was the heirs to hold now.
As there was no point in resisting the blue haired male let himself be pushed back into the bed. He shut his eyes because frankly it allowed him to envision what he was going to do all the better. He'd need somewhere quiet, shouldn't be hard to get someone to kidnap the a*****e right? Pain momentarily rippled through his chest as he realized he'd have to be careful with it because Jack had defended him before...he'd do it again.
Jack still loves him.... Kaito dropped deeper behind the ice shell and slammed more layers between him and Jack, because he had no defense against this type of pain and he couldn't stand the thought that had echoed through his mind.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:53 am
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“Do not lie,” Dorian whispered into the dark hair. He didn’t need that pity lie, that false comfort. It would only hurt worse if he tried to ignore what he’d done. He’d been weak, let himself succumb to distraction rather than taking measures to be sure he didn’t fall into the terror and lash out at whoever came near. How had Aiden gotten in? Dorian had yet to register that the sounds of the storm were too loud to be separated from them by a sheet of glass any longer. The door. Aiden must have gotten in that way. He didn’t look strong enough to break it down so Dorian had forgotten to lock it. No medicine, didn’t lock the door, had screamed. He might as well have set a trap, luring in the blue eyed boy in his arms and then rewarding him for the effort of answering the screams with blood and bruises.
His body jerked a bit with the soft apology, tensing like he’d been slapped. Aiden shouldn’t have felt the need to apologize. Did that mean he was scared of Dorian even now? It would make sense given he’d just been bodily assaulted and the idea twisted in the brunette’s chest like a barb wire snake, wreathing and cutting whatever it touched. He didn’t want Aiden to be afraid of him, even if that would at least meant that Aiden wouldn’t follow the sound of any more screaming.
“I just don’t want you to be cold,” he tried to explain, wanting to brush away the fear, the submissive that was Aiden’s mask and not his real thoughts or opinions, the bit of himself he showed everyone in the world, full of promise and devoid of anything that took more than a night to satisfy. He didn’t want that Aiden. He wanted the soft voice singing a childish, confusing song in the darkness.
His lips pressed firmly against the dark hair, trying like mad to convey that he wasn’t dangerous any longer, that he wouldn’t hurt him even if he’d already broken that promise once. His fingers slid under the edge of the wet shirt, peeling it up and tugging it off the other boy before reaching for the driest section of the blanket and using it as a towel. It wasn’t terribly affective but it was the best he had on hand. His movements were gentle but didn’t really project seduction, even when he was removing the other boy’s pants, replacing everything with the largest shirt he had. It was even a bit long for Dorian so it all but swamped Aiden.
When the change was over, Dorian moved back a ways so he could rest against the headboard of the bed. One hand gently felt along the injured hand and he raised it to his lips, kissing the bloody knuckles.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 6:12 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
His face flushed angrily at Kaito’s defense of the brat’s actions. Of course Kaito hadn’t slept with her. She was literally throwing herself at him and he still didn’t see it. How could a relationship have evolved from that? But the fact that Kai was here now meant she was pushing this to the next level, had crossed some mental threshold and had a plan that involved being in physical contact with Kaito. Anything that involved a certain proximity to the other person was not okay in Jack’s book. Otherwise why would someone who was obviously in Kaito’s social class switch schools. At least Robin’s transfer made sense! He was trading up. Kai’s only reason was Kaito.
Though the words were probably meant as a reprimand or a counter blow, Jack felt the corner of his lips slip up just a little, the anger of a moment before dying down just a little. It was still there, but now there was a faint shadow of amusement and a trace of a far better memory coloring the words. He would have liked to hide it, present the same measure of control in his tone that Kaito managed to achieve, but he wasn’t Kaito and he didn’t have the right skill set to do so. “Damn straight.” He was growling again but it wasn’t quite the same level of growl, closer to the one that had seen Kaito inducted into the mile high club.
He relaxed a little further when Kaito lay down. This was the problem. Jack’s temper flared hot, but died just as quickly once he said what he wanted to say. He didn’t have the discipline to hold onto his anger. Robin had come closer than anyone to bearing Jack’s eternal scorn but even that edge had dulled with time. The redhead let out a breath of relief, eyes struggling to peer though the darkness, looking for a sign that the blood was drying, congealing. Should they clean it? No, not yet. Not until he was sure it wouldn’t bleed again the moment the bandages were removed.
He couldn’t see Kaito’s expression so he only had the audio and physical clues he could feel in predicting Kaito’s mood. He thought the cooperation was a sign that the his roommate was starting to relax a little, beginning to believe that Robin wasn’t a problem, just an a**. And while Jack couldn’t really picture the two hanging out together, he had least began to imagine that they could be in a room without trying to kill each other.
But Kai… Kai was still a problem. Unlike Robin, she had not said she was no longer nursing a huge crush on Kaito. But Kaito was absolutely blind and wouldn’t see it coming until the brunette had crossed a line Jack wasn’t willing to surrender. He couldn’t threaten her directly, couldn’t touch her. But he didn’t mind making her life a living hell every time she came near Kaito.
Jack’s legs were still dangling off the edge of the bed but he lowered his upper body, just barely resting his head on Kaito’s shoulder, careful to avoid the arm. His posture was closer to that of a dog guarding a favorite toy than one of real relaxation, but it was as close as he could get. Kaito was his and the people around them were going to learn that quickly or there would be serious consequences.
“Still mine, damnit” he reminded the other, drowsiness creeping into his voice.
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" S t a n d i n g . o n . t h e . e d g e . . . "
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 6:12 am
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill.
"I'm not lying."Aiden whispered, meaning it. He probably wouldn't have said anything even if he HAD been hurt, but given that usually required broken bones it would have been hard for Dorian to do while just lashing out. It took deliberate pressure to break a bone, the dark haired boy was well aware of that. No, in a day or two there wouldn't even be a bruise to show for the adventure and if it could take away even a little of the pain then he was willing to give up that.
He curled tighter into the other boy, his bloody hand resuming the motions through the brunette strands. Selfishly taking a little comfort for himself in getting to touch someone he had no right to. He got the memory of one night and a confusing collection of teasing brushes and softened rejections. Such as the kiss brushed into his wet hair. It only made the movement to remove his shirt that much worse. Midnight blue jumping to the summer pair with a painful hope. He was GOOD at that, he could prove he had worth if Dorian would just let him.
His breathing almost instantly accelerating as his eyes slid half closed as his cold and damp skin was brushed with the blanket. No!Aiden slammed a door on his body's reactions, snapping his eyes desperately closed. He knew from experience that sex never helped after the terror. How many times had he been taken after waking up from them? He wouldn't let that happen to Dorian, even if it was what he was after...it didn't help.
"Not cold."he announced on an almost broken sounding whisper when his pants were stripped as well and he was stuffed into a large t-shirt. It drowned him in warm, dry cotton...but more importantly it smelled like Dorian. He was trying so hard not to move, not to respond the way his body had been programed. Because no matter how good he was, no one ended up caring in the morning anyway...and if he only made Dorian worse for a few selfish moments of having that haunting touch back. He couldn't face that.
The pair had moved to the headboard while Aiden backed his body back down, the effort almost exhausting him as he lay limply in the brunette's hold. Pain clashing with a plethora of other emotions in his dark eyes, hidden by the darkness of the storm, as his hand was lifted and a light kiss pressed against his knuckles. The pain swimming back at a touch he knew he didn't deserve. Yet he couldn't pull his hand away to save himself.
"I'm sorry about the window."he finally whispered, his tone reflecting a touch of the broken soul desperately reaching for something it could never have. He rested his head against Dorian's shoulder, apologizing for a great many things, his life included with his body language. He should leave, he really should...yet he couldn't make his body respond to the mental decision. He wanted to stay there far more than he could will himself to walk away.
You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 6:26 am
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soʀɑᴢoʀɑsʜɪɪ кɑɪᴛo
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"An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world"
Jack didn't dispute his statement. Because of the dark Kaito couldn't see the expression on the red-head's face and assumed the silence was an acceptance of the facts. Had some part of him honestly hoped maybe he'd been wrong? Apparently because he felt the flash of pain through the barriers once more as he closed his injured hand into a fist and let a real pain drown it out as his shirt began soaking up some of the blood from the bandages as his arm was resting against his stomach.
At least he didn't deny the statement about THEM sleeping together either. That might have broken whatever hold kaito still managed to maintain on the glacial temper sliding out of his control. If he ran hot he would have been obviously close to the edge, but because he ran cold it was harder to tell that he was at a rather violent point. The lack of light hid the smaller clues.
That one 'Damn straight' helped walk him back down a little. Another flash of lightning showed him perfectly still, eyes closed, laying in place as Jack had demanded by touch. He probably should remove the bandage before the blood dried or he would have to try and soak the thick liquid to pull it off. Without a sound he reached up and began unwinding the now red fabric in smooth, controlled motions. Literally nothing gave away the fact that he was building rather violent scenario's of death in his mind. He only stiffened slightly when a head pressed itself against his shoulder lightly. Relaxing a second later with an exhalation that might have shook slightly with the emotions hidden behind the ice barrier.
"Yes."He sighed again, accepting the inevitability that was in that statement. No matter WHO he had to kill or what he had to do, he wasn't letting Jack go. He couldn't. It hurt too much just thinking about it, he was rather sure it might just kill him if it actually happened. So he'd have to do what was needed. The bloody bandage was dropped into the wastebasket on the side of the bed with his bad arm because the other wasn't moving in a way that might upset Jack. Once that was done the young heir held up his arm and waited for the next flash of light to reveal the stitches were still perfectly fine, if now blood soaked as crimson dripped down his arm and further stained his shirt.
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