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Shadow reached for the other and brushed his hand over the small of the back well below the wound. "Don't you want to join us Gabrielle. You called me beautiful. Did you mean it?" He asked and cocked an eyebrow. He'd let the other look him in the eyes. "Surely you should take a drink when your host offers it." He imagined someone drinking from his naval suddenly and thought how hot that might be. Not to mention with how bony he was how many 'pockets' of flesh he had all over his body. How interesting this could be.

Wilhelm was slightly buzzed but hardly much, he stilled held reizend and stripped off the others shirt. Reizends back was covered with a dark tatoo of the angel of death, dark wings tinted with blood, a face hidden by blondish hair with black tips. It was just so sexy. His wrist was skarred with a cross mark. Normal people would think it ugly but Wilhelm found it all the more appealing.

Reizend was flushed, and his breathing harder. His lips dry unable to protest.

Wilhelm laid him on the bed and pored some gin on his stomach, and he began to lick it away. His brother shivered beneath him. Hispoured more but took out his lighter.....(yes sadistic slightly) and lit the alcohol.

Reizend screamed slightly at the burn but it was gone in second once his brother had licked it up again. He was panting, this was so unfair, and not supposed to happen!

Shadow quickly sat up and stole away the bottle before more of it was burned away. He poured a little into a spot on his neck below his adams apple where the colar bone met the throat. He flexed his muscles to the point where it became deeper and able to have something hovering within it. "Yes, a drink." Not intending of course to make him think that he could bite him. Shadow being completely unaware of his nature, not to mention the fact that he thought someone so blonde wouldn't be into that kind of thing anyway. "Drink and be merry. I'm going to take alot more from you when this night is over." He looked at him seriously but kept his head still to keep the liquid in it's place.

Gabriel felt his heart skip a couple beats and he swallowed hard. The alcohol glistened wetly in the hollow of his neck. He remained still for a moment but when he couldn't resist its siren call any longer he crawled forward and dipped his head down. He hesitated, lips trembling a scant few inches above the liquid. Since when had it gotten so hard to breathe? He reminded himself he didn't need to breathe. He sipped the gin delicately. It was harder to get at this way than in a cup. He lapped it up with his tongue, unable to think of any other way to get it.

His mouth didn't seem to want to leave Shadow's flesh though. He kept licking at the area after the gin was gone. It tasted so nice. Fiery alcohol and salty skin. He sucked at it with interest, fangs pressing at it but not penetrating. What am I doing?! He drew back sharply and stared meekly at the purplish mark he'd made on the human's neck. His face attempted to match the shade.

((Yeah I lied... I said I was going to bed >< just wanted to post this cause I will be joining in on the crazy orgy group LOL))

Name: Isaac Moore
Age: 20 (and 3/4)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125
Power, ability:
Appearance: For someone who smokes so much, rather healthy looking. Has dark blue eyes, though one (his right eye) is sort of clouded looking cause he's blind in that eye from an accident when he was a child. His arms have tattoos of an angel and demon laying with each other in ways God never wished, up and down them, and for being half blind he did them himself and they don't look to darn shabby. Dark brown hair that he died black, that hangs striaght over his face down to his chin. Doesn't do much to it, combs it and cleans it and let's just hang in his face, and will probably catch on fire one day as he smokes. Has his nipples pierced with small silver hoops, same with his right eyebrow and his ears have countless hoops and studs in them. Has a stud piercing in his tongue, just a small black bead that he is constantly rolling around when his cigarette is not in his mouth ((Which usually is only when he's getting a new one)). Usually wears just pants, which are black and usually have something hanging off them. Only wears a shirt when going out, if even that.
Personality: Enjoys swearing, in fact if he's in a bad mood swearing could easily cheer him up. Along with sex. Seems to always find the downside to everything, or is sarcastic about any situation. Always has to have a cigarette in his mouth, lit or not, it seems to keep him in a 'good' mood. Because of this it may sound like he mumbles but really it's from talking with his mouth full ^_^
History:
Accomplishments: Being offically called the right hand of Satan by the local preist in his neighborhood at the age of 12 when he stood up in the middle of mass and proclaimed that "SATAN IS MY HOME BOY". ((No he is not gangsta and I do not worship Satan XD)) Can tattoo but alas doesn't have a license for it. ((Cause I think you need one to have a shop right????))
Position:
Occupation: Having dead end jobs and using them to buy his cancer sticks, which he'd go insane without. Trying to start his own tattoo business.
Other: Smokes, a lot. Probably enough to give the entire city of NY cancer.

Reizend managed to leave the room and walked outside into the cool air. His breathing calming down. His chest was slightly chilled with out the shirt, but he didn't mind. (*glomps Isaac* Reizend will get you~ wink ) He absently played with his bar-bell tongue ring. "Sinful....." He laughed, even Satan's skin might crawl with what was going on.

Reizend turned, "Foreplay." He reached over and took Isaac's cigerette, and took a deep breath of it. He sighed, and placed it back in the others lips. He rubbed his arms, his....(nipples) were hard.....probably the cold and previous actions. He looked at the other....another follower of bryan and shadow....at times he wondered why....he never got an answer. It asn't like his brother, he wasn't here for the sex....