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 Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 7:06 pm
Yay! Our first entry <333 Thank you very much to hailosaurus for entering BHC's first RP challenge ^^ As thanks, here's a picture hailo's character Zoey! 
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 5:51 pm
 Ａ ｒ ｅ ｔ ☾ Ｇ ａ ｉ ｓ
❝Paralyzed by fear & addiction, this is just my bittersweet end.❞
It had been a few months, & this host job wasn't so bad. Excluding his regular customer who followed him here from his last job. He kept saying, it was to make sure he was doing ok. But really, was it? Even he knew it that wasn't real reason, & the idea of toying with Slugma only interested him more & more. Only problem was it was not exactly smiled upon & could risk him losing his job if he wasn't careful. "Are you sure your okay? Your eating right? & your... clean now?" The Slugma hesitantly questioned that last thing, it wasn't something to just asked so openly after the way Aret used drugs, they were his support for over 7 years. Aret merely pouted, it was always the same, that over worrysome look, those questions that never seemed to stop. "I'm fine Galus, you need to stop worrying so much." Slowly his frown uprighted to smirk, his back turning to the Slugma as he whispered an order of an alcoholic beverage to the bartender & twirled around not even spilling a drop of the drink as he splayed the martini cup in his fingers. "You should learn to relax more. Here, drink this, it'll help." He'd taken time to learn a purring technique other hosts used, even Gaius used it himself & it didn't take an idiot to realize the shivers it sent up someone's spine.
It seemed the purring always did the trick with Galus though. No, it seemed everything Aret did was the trick. No matter what Aret did it always put that red head into a blushing nervous frenzy. He was too much like a female. "B-but I can't drink this, I have to-" "It's just one drink, besides, it's practically closing time." Aret didn't hesitate a second to cut him off, still holding the glass delicately, he knew the routine, it was always the same, but tonight had a different feel to it. The Slugma did nothing more than stare back at the orange eyes, taken back by his forward acts, seemed he still wasn't used to the sober Aret. Slowly his hands reached out plucking the glass from the Teddiursa's, brushing against his hand only making him react nervously once again, pulling his hands away quickly. "Go on Galus." Aret ushered with a warm smile, something he knew would strike the Slugma easily & did, as proof showed so, his face heating into a slow nod as if he was some sort of trance & closed his eyes gulping it down like it was merely water, but after this routine of this Galus had learned better than to just idly sip away.
His face remained a shade of pink, only this time over him being an easy lightweight. Just another thing to make him an easy target excluding his oh too feminine features any gay guy would die to have. Whether it be in their bed or for themselves. Yet Aret didn't even have to try for this guy. Already tipsy, the Slugma tipped forward landing in Aret's arms letting the glass slip from his hands & crash to the floor. "Ah, Galus, look at the mess you made. No worries, just sit here while I clean it up. I'll take you home after." He wasn't the least bit upset over the glass, but he had a feeling Gaius would be but only a little. But one could never tell fully with that cold Glaceon. It took him no more than a minute to sweep up the shards of glass & throw them out of harms way. With it taken care of he was left to take care of his second problem. Galus. Seemed pretty much every other host had cleared out by now, leaving Aret to take care of his business & close up for the night. Only, he would've gone through with it, but that feeling was tugging at him again after looking over the Slugma whom looked like a pretty easy target to take advantage of. "Ah~ Galus don't tell your going to pass out, we have to get you home." He didn't lie about taking him home, but he failed to mention his inner instincts to feed on the available prey was going to happen first. Being drunk meant nothing to him, it didn't seem wrong at all since he'd be treated the same way when he grew up in a gang.
A low moan was all that was emanated from the red head, his long wavy locks pouring off the side of couch, while his gold eyes fought to focus on the Teddiursa speaking to him, the feminine figure stayed still seeming to try & mutter something as an arm limply threw it self over his eyes to shelter himself from the lights. It was quite pitiful how easily the Slugma could get drunk. It was merely a shot & he was already out, but it was the same way every time. When no audible response was given Aret slowly made way to the couch to scoop him up, a devious smirk splayed on his face but to his shock the Slugma's hand grabbed his dark brown blazer & tugged him forward, causing Aret to fall forward ontop of the red head. Once he regained his composure, the Teddiursa repositioned himself & smirked once more at Galus whom was staring back at him with that vulnerable look. "My, my, Galus, I never realized you were so impulsive." Again he was taken by surprise as the vulnerable took control pulling him forward into a passionate kiss. Aret wasn't in the least bit surprised by it after he regained his compsure once again. He'd known all along this Slugma was hiding these type of feelings. From there he didn't hesitate to take the initiative of slipping his boney fingers under the males shirt while his mouth remained preoccupied with the drunken Slugma's. His fingers slowly tickled up the male's front until they met a senstive spot that gained a gasp from his partner below him as his head turned away from their kiss. Aret didn't bother with anymore words & moved forward to the Slugma's neck nipping, licking & kissing it as he wandered from the collarbone & up his jawline each time getting a gasping moan in response. It was strange, but this act felt odd being sober, but that didn't stop him from continuing to think with his little buddy, his hands frisking the golden tanned skin under his pale fingers until they reached the brim of the male's pants. At this point Aret brought his face back up inches from Galus' panting a bit heavily from his actions but smirked nonetheless. "This going to hurt a bit, but give me a moment & I assure you I'll fit like a glove..." The Teddiursa panted one last time before furthering his actions, removing clothes & filling the club with moans. He was sure he'd be punished for this as soon as Gaius found out, but at the moment it seemed worth it. But honestly the only thing nagging at him was... it must look funny for him to act as a seme.
(( I don't have word count, so please excuse me if it's too less or too many D;
Also, I apologize & rewrite up a post if this is too ecchi Dx ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 3:41 pm
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╣ ☒ D R A K E W A Y N E ☒ ╠
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✚gyarados▐ seventeen✚ ❝ Everybody wants to change the world
But no one,
No one wants to die
Wanna try, wanna try
Wanna try, wanna try
I'll be your detonator ❞ Drake bolted down the alley, rotted newspaper tore beneath his sneakered step. His heart thumped as fast as lightning. Voices echoed against the faded bricks. The walls narrowed, squeezing the scraggly teen between beaten trash cans and moldy plastic bags. Bang! Bang! Shots fired, missed, and recoiled. Drake dove underneath a chain link fence, the unshaved wires ripping his white skin. Murky water soaked his back as he shimmied faster through the gate.
“Get back here you little, ********!” The Gyarados’s eyes darted back to brute with rolling muscles. The buildings shaded the offender’s face, but Drake could tell the guy’s eyes were glowing crimson. It took but a second to get the teen running again. The chains rang like a knell; the man groped the iron ringlets with all his might. Each shake crescendoing and filling Drake’s ears. “I!” Ksh! “WILL!” KSH! “GET!” KSH!! “YOU!” KSHAA!! The fence broke and was crushed beneath the beasts’ meaty hands.
“Jeez, someone call the cops, we got the Hulk on the loose!” Drake snidely commented before another bullet grazed his hand. He recoiled, but not for long. He could hear the brute’s stomps thundering toward him. Nimbly, Drake was off, he could feel the air pressure stabbing his cheeks. Damn, this guy doesn’t quit!
Drake slowed his pace and spun around looking hell right in the eyes. He could still see a charging figure in the distance.
“Stop!” He commanded.
“No!“ The beast growled.
“I’ll let you shoot me.” Drake raised his hands over his head. “I surrender.” He watched the man stop a few yards away from him. His eyes squinting and mouth pursed.
“You lie.” The man stated; his nostrils flared.
“Look, buddy, you have the gun. I’ve got nothing,” he cocked his head up and pointed to his chest, “Except these damn good looks.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Pfft!” His stalker spit onto the pavement. “You’re right ‘bout the nothin’ part.”
“So, we can agree on something.” Drake’s lips curved into a Joker grin. “Shoot me, then.” He held his arms away from his body and nodded. “I dare you.”
“Fine,” the man raised the weapon, poised to squeeze the trigger.
“But,” Drake continued with a shrug, “prison’s hell. You’ll get locked up for 25 or life, although that is the court’s choice. Not mine.” The Gyarados remained in his pose. The gun fell steadily, the owner’s hands trembling. “Still, you did corner me. Heh,” he raised an eyebrow, “I’d make a fine trophy.” The man’s eyes narrowed and repositioned the gun. “Oh my." His mischievous eyes danced. “Looks like we got our answer.”
“Shut the ******** up!” Click. Drake smirked and sauntered next to the gunner.
“Oops. Looks like you’re out.”
As the man fumbled with bullets, Drake bolted right from the spot, heading back toward the busier part of the city.
Drake inhaled the smokey air of sewage, hot dogs, and beer as he crossed a bridge. The nonstop breath that imbued life into the city sparkled in the neon signs and lit up stores. People paraded up and down streets in sleek business attire and busily chattered with their phone attached to their fingers. Glitzy places beckoned wallets from near and far to jump right into the register for an hour of entertainment or drink. This was Drake’s thrill: the city.
The young man passed blocks before stopping in front of a side street, hidden from the usual hustle and bustle. He walked straight down the road and paused before The Bara Host Club.
“Sometimes I hate working here,” he sighed as he went in. He tore off his casual clothes as soon as he walked in. No one was paying him mind, every cent they had was paying someone else to entertain and accompany them. “But it’s the only place I can use my good looks for money.” Drake stopped mid-shirt lift and muttered, “Well, except prostitution.” He laughed and slipped off his top and headed to the bathroom. Beneath one of the cabinets, he kept a change of clothes. School would start wondering why a student got all gussied up in host gear if he didn’t stash it there.
“Hey, Wayne,” a pair of ivory hands wrapped around his slim hips, “you’re a mess; what happened?” Drake pressed his arms on the shiny marble counter, smirking at the reflection.
“Nothing, Oliver,” he slipped out of his hold, turning to him with penetrating eyes. “I just ran into a little trouble with some girl’s meat-head boyfriend.” The Anglican shrugged. “Not my fault I’m the only one who gives what she wants,” Drake’s head cocked, “not to mention you.”
The Gyarados leaned closer to Oliver, brushing his hands against his goose bumps and sliding it up his sleeve, massaging his bicep. Drake nuzzled the older man’s cheek affectionately; nearly letting their lips touch, and swiftly placed his finger between his lips. Oliver scanned Drake’s poker face.
“Don’t play like that.” He drew Drake nearer.
“I should charge you,” he squeezed his arm, “kisses and hugs don’t come free.”
“Even in this economy?” Oliver twisted a lock of Drake’s hair between his slender fingers.
“Especially in this economy,” he leaned himself back onto the counter, letting Oliver press his weight against his own. “But, I’m willing to make an exception.”
(( orz;;))❝ Make no apologies
It's Death or Victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded ❞
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 6:52 am
Hey everyone
Don't mean to make an announcement here but....*no where else that really matters*
I will be leaving this guild, so unfortunately, there's no real point to continue this competition anymore u__u This means that the big prize planned for this has been cancelled. My many apologies. If you still haven't gotten you participation prize yet, please pm me!
Bye~
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