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 Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 2:13 pm
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill.  Slowly the brunette seemed to realize that someone else was in the area as he raised his eyes and started scanning the area around him. Aiden didn't move, just tilted his head and continued to play with the necklace hidden beneath his shirt as his docile blue eyes watched for a reaction in the other blue eyed male who stared at him for a moment. It was hard to tell if he was simply surprised to see someone else or if he recognized him from the previous night.
As the other boy closed his phone and crossed the distance between them Aiden watched soundlessly, still trying to decide just exactly what the other male was feeling. He got his answer when he stopped a short distance from him and politely smiled before asking if he was a new student. So he'd been too drunk to remember then? Rather than bruising his ego that just meant if he gave him some time he could hit him up again. Slowly his welcoming smile spread across the dark haired boy's lips as his stance adjusted just slightly. He was ordered to come with him, to find the classrooms. It was pure Aiden that despite knowing exactly where the classrooms where he stepped forward without question to obey the command, the seductive stalk in full evidence in his gait.
"I just transferred. You are?"The dark haired boy inquired in his bedroom voice, sliding his gaze to the side to watch the male he was walking beside. He'd moved the umbrella so it covered both of them. On a normal person that might have been difficult because of spacial issues, as Aiden had none he was walking well within the other boy's boundaries. His wet jacket brushing the brunettes arm occasionally as he watched him from the corner of his eye. He really didn't seem to remember a thing. The rather ambitious activities in the bedroom he had no trouble being forgotten, but it was almost...annoying to have the kiss be. Aiden didn't feel emotions like that, it interfered and you starved, end of story.
Still it might be why he'd picked his usual techniques up a notch, actively seeing if he could draw the boy out again. Hence the innocent seeming brushes and smile that promised the world if only you asked.
"What grade are you in?"he asked, drawing the other boy into conversation first as people simply loved talking about themselves, sometimes their stories were actually interesting to listen too, but generally it was a way for Aiden to hold someone's attention on him and nothing more. He lifted the chain, being careful that the pendant on it never became visible from beneath this shirt, and slipped it between his lips. Sliding the silver link along his tongue and bottom lip with his smile still in place and the invitation clear in his blue eyes.
You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 2:49 pm
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Dorian didn’t find it odd that the dark eyed boy moved to stand next to him the moment Dorian told him to. It was simply how the world worked. He’d been spoiled as a child of course. It was hard not to be when you were the only son of a man who owned a decent amount of the world’s stars, but there was more to it than that. There wasn’t a whine or a threat to the tone. He simply found that if he treated the world like it would turn around him, it did. There was no need to be cold or angry for that to happen. It was easy enough to offer a smile in acknowledgement for the universe’s courtesy towards him.
He watched the walk with a faint appreciation for the style. He wasn’t dead after all. You couldn’t see that kind of movement without your eye drawing itself straight towards the more interesting parts of a person’s anatomy, but somewhere in the back of his mind a small shield went up. There were people, there were always people, who thought it was fun or profitable to seduce someone famous. This meant Dorian had faced more propositions since he was thirteen than most people faced in a lifetime. He had a certain resistance to it, even if this newest one was about a league ahead of almost anything he’d seen before. So, yes, he was attracted. But he was also someone who naturally controlled the situation rather than the other way around.
“I took a sabbatical for a few months but I’m not a new student,” he answered easily, recognizing the rather distinctive tone of voice and letting it slide over and away from him. It was a very pleasant sound but it wasn’t an impossibly irresistible lure. It also helped that he was no stranger to being very close to strangers. Some of the videos required dancing with a partner in rather suggestive manner. Touch without the right feeling wasn’t worth it. Even… even if there was something just a bit more right about this particular touch than he normally came up across. Dorian’s mind slid to Aizen and the celebrity-smile shield slid back into place.
His eyes turned in Aiden’s direction when he heard the question. That was a mistake. His eyes were immediately drawn to the sparkle of silver running seductively along the full lips. Somewhere his mind told him that it wasn’t silver, it was white gold, though he had no reason to really suspect such a thing. In fact it probably wasn’t silver or gold, it was probably just painted metal. Normal people couldn’t afford to casually wear that kind of jewelry, even if they attended this kind of school. It took Dorian another heartbeat to remember he’d been asked a question.
Blue eyes slid away, back to their path as he continued to escort the startling new transfer towards the classrooms at a pace that wouldn’t strain the shorter legs. “I’m a senior. My name is Dorian,” like this boy probably didn’t already know that. “And you are?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 3:09 pm
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. Aiden's smile grew slightly as he drew the brunettes gaze before he carefully looked away. It was obvious when someone was trying not to see him that way, at least to him. It didn't usually last long, because Aiden knew how to play the game, but at least he was getting something of a reaction. He got an easy answer to his question head tilting slightly as he continued to play with the chain with his tongue, the action becoming almost instinctive as his mind absorbed the answer and worked it into what he knew.
It was obvious he was in a relationship with the other boy, they had likely been in some form of a fight given their respective actions last night, and if he was right in assuming a sabbatical meant he'd been gone for a while...so they weren't as tight of a couple as they'd seemed. Why did that thought actually please him? It wasn't as if he had anything against the other boy, he'd been fun to pull into his game and certainly held the edge in bed Aiden liked. So why did his smile widen just a fraction into the seductive serpents edged one he didn't usually have to use.
He looped the silver around his tongue and pulled it lightly, anything he might have been doing to it hard to tell with the fact that everything on him was still wet from his stay in the rain. He brushed his arm against the other boys as he turned his head enough to be able to see the brunette as he introduced himself. The name meant nothing to Aiden, but then names rarely did. You didn't need to know who was paying you, just something about their personality and needs. Those he was very good at remembering. For instance, despite how polite Dorian was at the moment he was nothing that sweet while drunk and in bed.
"Junior. Aiden."The dark haired boy inclined his head slightly with the introduction, letting the necklace fall back under his cloths with a final play across his lips before running a finger along his full bottom lip to wipe the faint traces of saliva from the action. He never gave his last name unless specifically pressed. His last name meant people could find him easier, trace him, his mother was registered in her last name. It was easier for her to draw her marks by having them come to her. Aiden had found it was better to find your own toys...usually if you did the seducing they were easier to play with. It hadn't always worked that way, there was a reason why he enjoyed it rougher than most.
You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 3:54 pm
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Dorian’s mind was split. One the one hand, it was very easy to move in comfortable silence with the new boy. On the other hand, it was also very easy to have his mind stray to things he had no business thinking about. He was in a relationship. Alright, he was trying to regain a relationship, but things were headed in the right direction there. Most of the time. Some of the time. He knew he’d screwed up by leaving without some form of promise but at the time it had felt like the right thing to do. In his mind the school was a kind of bubble that kept things the way they were, uncontaminated and unaffected by time. He’d spent most of his tour imagining life continuing as it always had even if he wasn’t present to actually see it. It had been a very comforting daydream and he did not like coming back to find cracks in it. Aizen had molested the blonde in front of him, had agreed to a night without someone else in addition to an inebriated Dorian, and there was something about the way he spoke about his brother that made Dorian uncomfortable.
And while he was busy cursing whatever change was causing all that he was mortified to find himself attracted to someone else, even casually. Granted, anyone would have been tempted by that face and those mannerisms. Everything about the young man was smooth and soft and promising, dark temptation that offered to show you your hidden desires reflected in deep blue eyes. It was a dangerous combination and would have been the downfall of a priest.
But something else about it was nagging at him as well. A flicker of unexplained imaginings that felt like memory in his mind. He couldn’t focus on them any more than he could stare at a sun in daylight but it was there all the same, poking at the back of his mind. What it would be like to hold the boy down, to have a silent gesture obeyed without hesitation or question, how it would feel to have something given up completely. It was disturbing how vivid the thoughts were. He shouldn’t know things like that. Not about a stranger.
He glanced at the chain again and a suspicion started in his mind but fell away with the answering voice before it could be fully realized. “Pleased to meet you, Aiden,” he said smoothly with that same faint smile as the necklace disappeared from sight. ”Your classroom is down the hall on the right.”
When they reached the classrooms he held open the door, extending the umbrella over the entry way to guide the other boy in. His hand brushed against the other’s as he moved aside and he could hear his own voice saying he was going to break the promise before impressing a longing love on eager lips.
“If you need anything, let me know, he offered because he could find nothing else to say.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:25 pm
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. Aiden's midnight blue eyes watched the thoughts drift behind the blue eyes. Interestingly enough, he was quite good at hiding his emotions, but for someone who's very survival depended on knowing the mood of those around him he could pick up on the minute fluctuation. He briefly wondered what they were, but it was never safe to be curious so he kept his thoughts to himself as they crossed the yard towards the doors that Aiden had originally exited out.
His only consultation was that some of it was about him. Apparently some of the memories were there, likely well buried under the amount of vodka but enough that Aiden could likely drag them back up to get what he wanted. He turned his welcoming promise of a smile on the brunette when they reached the door to the classrooms. He'd been perfectly polite when speaking to him, telling him his classroom was down the hallway and holding the door open. The soft touch of flesh against flesh lasted for a second but had Aiden's dark head tipping to one side as he twirled his earring slowly.
"I will."the dark haired boy purred, his midnight blue eyes docile and accepting as his other hand lifted and lightly moved in a mimic of the motion he'd made last night. Sliding in a caress that hinted at things he'd done later, tracing the edge of the uniform bottom as his smile remained in place.
"Thank you."his tone shifted just slightly, suggesting perhaps he was thanking him for something else. For a second his eyes darkened as he remembered that one kiss that had been haunting him before he pushed it behind his impressive protective barrier and stepped away, letting his hand fall free. He turned without a further word and started walking away. The distinctive walk guiding him towards the classroom he'd been directed to. He didn't understand the point of going to class, but he would do so because in some odd way it would be easier to concentrate on certain things while ignoring the droning adult.
[exit] You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:36 pm
A loud click is heard as the intercom system flares to life under the control of a voice that speaks a moment later. It's an extremely happy voice belonging to a heavy set male in his late fifties and filled with enough excitement and cheer to drown in.
Attention Students!
This is your principle speaking. I just want to welcome you all to a brand new year at Bell Liberty Academy. I'm sure you'll all have a wonderful time at our fine school and grow academically before we part. We, the teachers and staff, want to welcome you to our world.
Classes will be starting in about twenty minutes, so I advice all students who don't wish to receive an early detention to please make your way to classes. The west hall has been flooded in an unfortunate accident so the 8th grade home room class is going to be held in room 63 today, please note the change 8th graders.
Again, welcome to our wonderful school and do your best! My door is always open if you wish to talk about anything and our friendly staff is more than happy to help. Enjoy your stay and work hard and we will all enjoy a wonderful year.
And then the voice cut off.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:45 pm
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Dorian’s eyes skittered to the bright red jewel flashing in the gray light of the overcast sky. There should have been enough direct sunlight to make the decoration shimmer like that, but it did all the same. He moved without thinking, his hand cupping the pale one and touching the earring with the tip of one finger. It swayed slightly at his touch and he felt an odd satisfaction at disturbing the slow twisting and replacing it with evidence of his own presence. He withdraw his hand and suddenly missed his own necklace again. Maybe he could get Aizen to describe the prostitute and offer a reward for the necklace’s return. A ‘finder’s fee’. That way he wouldn’t have to accuse theft outright but could regain his possession all the same. It was custom made for him and he didn’t want to replace it.
He smiled as though he’d made absolutely no movement and nodded. He kept his eyes on the dark blue ones but could still manage to perfectly see the faint movement nearer the belt line, could feel it without needing to look. He drew a breath that was a touch too deep to be casual and resisted the temptation to move closer, to close the door suddenly so that Aiden was no in the doorway but rather pressed against the material. He had more control than that, he told himself. He was not going to be lured in for something that would feel good and mean nothing later.
“You’re welcome,” he answered, tone guarded against that thanks. He paused outside the door for a minute, letting it stretch to two. He let the umbrella fall forward and gave himself a literal cold shower under the rain. Amy would be pissed at him for risking his voice to a cold but he needed it. He also needed Aizen. His mind was taking him in directions he didn’t want it to and while having power over your body was an excellent thing, he did not like the stirring in his mind.
When he felt more like himself he folded the umbrella and shook the rain off it as he stepped into the hallway and headed down towards the senior’s class.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:39 pm
A low pitched purr signals seconds before the lights flare into life throughout the campus. Only slightly bright in the morning light because of the clouds over head. A second or two later and the click of the intercom signals the principle's announcement.
Good morning students!
As you can see the power has been restored in the building. As such all classes will be resumed per usual. We want to thank you all for being so wonderful last night during the troubles and as a special treat extra desserts are being served with lunch today. I suggest you stop by and try it because the cake is just WONDERFUL!
On another note we will be holding our 10th annual Welcoming Party this evening at three until six. All students are of course invited and food, drinks, and music will be provided. It's a special chance to make life long friends here at Bell Liberty and I look forward to seeing you all there.
Also, if the unpaid students would be so kind as to refrain from shutting off the main generators in the future I would be much obliged.
And then the voice cut off.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 7:10 pm
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Dion had made it to the roof. The door was still broken where Jack had first broken it. He gave a bitter laugh to himself. He had come where he first met Aizen. He shook his head and took a seat at the edge of the building and overlooked the school grounds. As he did so, he couldn't help but think back to last night and then this morning.
Dion's eyes pricked again, and he began to softly laugh. The sound was bitter and harsh. He remembered laughing like this once before when he was younger. Dion was still so in shock, that he didn't care that he was remembering his past like he knew he would have if he was still himself. But he knew now why his mother used to freak out so much whenever he got injured. He was right not to notify her.
Thinking about his past helped keep his mind off the situation at hand. It was good to think of something else. Dion knew that if he didn't it'd lead back to what he was trying to forget. And what was he trying to forget? He was trying to forget the fact that Aizen had slept with him and then turned around and was ready and willing to kiss Yukio. Dion shook his head. He did tell himself, that even if was for a little while, he would be glad that something like what had happened last night happened.
He had lied to himself. And he brought it back to the surface of his mind again.
"Dammit!" Dion brought his fist down upon the ledge of the building, flinching a bit when it hurt. Tears pricked at his eyes again and he brushed his bare arm against his face harshly so no tears would fall. He began to laugh again, his hysterics rising up, not going to be squashed back down. He laughed so hard, that his ribs felt as though they were on fire and tears leaked from beneath his arm. Oh, how hopeless he was.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:51 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 3:58 pm
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"What do you want, Aizen?"
Dion dropped the honorific he usually added to the older male's name. He wasn't happy with his senior right now. And he was very confused. What did Aizen want from him? What did he want from Yukio? Or from anyone for that matter? Was Aizen just as confused as him? Dion couldn't tell.
Dion stood to his feet stiffly and looked out over the rest of the school before him. He was pretty far up. He liked it up on the roof, he decided. It was a quiet place, minus the scuffle that happened a couple days ago. Dion suspected that if he were to sit up here to think every so often, he'd be more sane than he was at that moment.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 6:32 pm
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Robin smirked when he saw the broken door handle at the top of the stairs. No finesse whatsoever. That had Jack written all over it. He’d seen the redhead bust his way onto rooftops before and recognized the technique. It was crude and impossible to hide afterwards, but technically effective. He flicked a bit of gray hair behind his head and pulled the door open, sauntering onto the roof.
Yes, there were people up here, but not the ones he had been looking for. His eyes darted away from them, scanning the roof before a scowl twisted onto his lips. ********. This had been his only real lead. They were probably back at the dorms and as twisted as Robin was, there was nothing that involved a bedroom that he felt much like walking in on at the moment. Not without something to dump on the occupants or spray them with. He’d taken too long. This round would have to go without a win. A temporary setback, but annoying as hell.
His eyes trailed back to the two males that were already up there. There was some serious tension in the air if their body language and expressions was anything to go by. Robin fished in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, the same brand Jack carried, and held it in his teeth while he found a lighter in the other pocket, a simple cheap green one often sold at checkout counters in grocery stores.
The end flared and a few moments later tendrils of light gray smoke drifted through the air. He took a long drag, eyes sliding shut, and then released his breath, spewing smoke towards the other boys. He raised one eyebrow. He moved to the edge of the roof and swung his legs over, taking a seat on the edge. One hand was back behind him so he could recline, the other dangling the lit cigarette.
“No idea what you guys are doing, but if you’re going to beat the hell out of each other, keep it down,” he said easily, eyes dark as he scanned the school down below them.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 4:22 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:56 pm
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There's no need to be sorry about being up here. It's not like it's my roof." Dion let out a sigh. He was sorry for just coming up here while I was up here? What about being sorry for this morning? He lifted a hand to his bare chest and began prodding at his ribs, wincing every now and again. "They're fine."
He turned to the other student who had appeared on the roof, soon after Aizen. Dion hadn't seen this student yet. He narrowed his eyes at the boy's comment. What the hell did he know? Dion didn't think Aizen and him would actually get into a fight, but even if they did, they didn't have to be quiet about it. "And who are you?" Dion wasn't noticing it, but part of his old self was peeking through.
"Never mind. It doesn't matter." Dion stood and brushed past both boys. Before heading back down the stairs away from what he thought would be his sanctuary, he turned back to face Aizen. "Don't follow me. Just leave me alone right now." Dion then continued down the stairwell, and on towards some place away from Aizen.
[exit to library]
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