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 Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 1:57 pm
So the movie was a hit with Mizi, it seemed. It was funny, but.. Was it as funny as the other boy was making it out to be? His laugh had definitely altered to something other than that innocent-sounding one before. Then again, maybe Slaine was just trying to pay too much attention to the littler details. He just needed to relax. The older boy beside him was content, happy, and having a good time. Settling back on the couch further, he was pulled from his drifting thoughts by Mizi's voice. "Hm?" he mused when hearing his name. Did he want something else to eat or drink? he wondered. The answer, he soon found out, was nothing of the sort.
In what seemed to be one, overly fast moment, Slaine felt warm lips playing at his neck. The sensation had a shiver running through his spine as he needed little coaxing to tilt his head at such an angle to allow more room for the other to work. "Nnn, Mizi?" he questioned in a whisper. The sound of a glass hitting the floor sounded. The bowl of poprcorn followed soon after, assisted by a small jerk of his leg along with the other's hand. "Mizi!" In any other case, Slaine wouldn't have any objection in the least. He wanted Mizi, that was for sure, but there was something wrong with the older boy right now. He never acted this forward before. He must be drunk. Had he gotten the drink right? he wondered. Maybe Mizi just didn't know the combination would affect him so much. The young waiter sure as hell didn't. But what he did know was he better move or else they may start into something he'd regret the next morning.
Though with a reluctant body, Slaine reached a hand under the blanket to pull Mizi's away from his wanting lap. The second he was free from that tempting hand, he untangled his arm from the other and scooted at least a foot away from the other. "Mizi.. Are you feeling alright?" he asked, his face now darkly flushed. What kind of question was that? He was drunk! A quick glance to the floor and he noticed the scattered pieces of popcorn and the remainder of the spilled beverage. It would have to be taken care of later, but his initial problem was this very gorgeous, very drunk boy not far from him. "Look, it's been a long day. Maybe we should just turn in early tonight. It looks like you could use some rest." Another part of him was yelling in frustration at him. He could virtually do whatever he wanted with Mizi right now and he wouldn't mind, but that was just the reason he wanted to avoid the situation. Alcohol could really mess people up and he didn't want to take advantage of Mizi in his stage of vulnerability. Especially if it would be something that would upset the other once he sobered up.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:16 pm
Mizi was having far too much fun with Slaine's neck to hear his name the first time round. In fact, those kisses had morphed into a delightful mixture of kissing, sucking, licking, and nipping destined to bring about quite the nice hickey if continued. His other hand was beginning to busy itself as well under the blanket, and not even the sound of the dropped concessions deterred him. But the other's more assertive objection penetrated Mizi's drunken state, causing him to lag in his actions enough for Slaine to successfully escape. The abrupt extrication left Mizi rather stunned. He blinked and remained silent, a slight furrow in his brow as he noticed Slaine was seated what seemed so far away.
The obvious question was met with a slightly higher-pitched, drunken giggle and one of Mizi's hands reached up to loosely cover his mouth. "I'm--" he hiccuped, "absolutely, positively fine!" His violet orbs were dancing gleefully and the brunette seemed extremely cheerful. For the first time, Mizi noticed the drink on the floor. "Whoops! I think I did that..." he added, and tried to bend over to pick it up. However, with his inebriated sense of balance, the brunette tumbled off the couch and onto the floor where he began a new set of giggles. Still giggling, he set the glass on the side table and pushed himself quickly back up onto the couch.
Mizi wasn't listening. He crawled closer and closer over to Slaine before leaning in to whisper in his ear. His voice had changed. It was entirely seductive; rather uncharacteristic and inappropriate for their relationship. Mizi might've been sweet, kind, curious, and seductive before, but it was in a sense that gave the impression that there was an emotional attachment behind all his words. Because when he said things to Slaine it was different than if he said them to a client he didn't like. When he was around Slaine, he wanted the other to not remember he was a whore who worked nights in the Club. But the way he whispered in his ear now was the way a whore might speak: entirely lusty, entirely uninhibited, and entirely giving themselves away.
"Do you want to have some fun?" he whispered, "I know you want it. Just let me. You liked it before, didn't you?"
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 5:33 pm
Mizi's fall off the couch ripped an easy wince from Slaine. It was a good thing his drunkeness had dulled his sense of pain or that thud might have hurt a little more than it had.. But that same drunken state wasn't a blessing for other matters. Even with the dazed eyes and unstable movements, the drink mixer was incredibly good-looking. It was so very hard to resist him.
That voice.. It was something completely different than the normal Mizi he was used to. It had to be the tone he used while 'working'. With the other boy now hovering above him, his breath tickling his ear like a feather, Slaine swallowed a large lump in his throat. 'No, Slaine! No!' he was thinking to himself, eyes staring cautiously at his 'tormentor'. 'Don't touch him. Don't fall into his tri- Oh, god he's so hot!' Ok.. not the best thing to think at the moment. "Well.. Yeah, I did," he admitted, forcing to keep his eyes locked only on Mizi's face. "BUT it's not the same thing now, Mizi! You've had too much to drink-" and it's my fault for fixing it- "so it wouldn't be.. right."
Would he get through to the other boy? Slaine never had much encounters with drunks leaving him unaware if they were easy to convince or not. "Mizi, just listen to me, alright? Try to listen really, really hard," he said, reaching out to lightly take ahold of either side of the older boy's face to keep his attention. "I really like you, too, and I want you to believe me more than anything, but see.. You. Are. Drunk. I don't know if you'd really want this or not, and I doubt you, in your wrong state of mind now, do either." He was convinced if it was any other attractive boy openly offering such acts, he'd take to it in a split second, but there was still his conscience forcing him to do otherwise.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 7:25 pm
Mizi grinned, a sparkle in his eye as Slaine tried to tell him he was drunk. Not right? "Silly, Slaine... of course it's all right," he assured him, though his words slurred together slightly.
The brunette was drifting inbetween complete spells of ridiculous, giggling drunkeness and actual points where what he really wanted... or thought he wanted in his thoughts was vocalized or being acted out. Attention forced upon Slaine's words, Mizi absorbed several more of them than usual. However, he still didn't take enough away from the warning to really care. As soon as Slaine's little speech ended, Mizi practically launched himself forward, kissing the other's lips in a most offeratory and sensual manner. His tongue eagerly enticing the other's to deepen it. Mizi's arms wrapped around Slaine's neck and eventually he situated his body so that he was straddling the other's lap. Being drunk did not equate not knowing what he wanted in Mizi's mind.
Most certainly not.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 4:00 pm
SonataBlue Nolas Next stop was his room. Radevel remembered he still had Talis to deal with. Something that filled him with both aggravation and anxiousness all in one. What life could possibly be better than to finish up with one boy only to have another waiting for you? But not just any body. It was Talis who was waiting. The boy who was an expert at almost all things sexual. He had to be, he would say, his favorite boytoy. Whether it was just to add further suspenseful auras to the air, the white-haired man turned the knob and merely held it there. It was as if it were a warning that he, or at least someone, was outside of the door and preparing to come in. In one, two, three seconds, he opened the door the rest of the way and slipped in. For a trained, or aware nose, the smell of recent sex could still be smelled wafting off him. Though fading, it still remained slightly. Radevel immediatly set eyes upon the boy sitting upon his bed.. Waiting, indeed. His gaze then pulled away as if uninterested while he took a casual pace to the large window overlooking the street below. He allowed himself several long moments to just stare below to let Talis' mind only wonder as to what would happen next. Then, he finally spoke- "Talis," he started. "You've waited here this whole time, and for that, I see it well.. But don't for a second, think it'll get you out of what's to come." He had brought his gaze up to see the smaller boy through the window's reflection and said nothing more.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:27 pm
Could Slaine really force himself to pull away from that kiss? Though being able to taste the alcohol in Mizi's mouth, it was still delicious and more than a little tempting. It looked like the waiter was down when he felt the other settle over him. Well.. what was the harm in just the one kiss, right? Of course, that one kiss could evolve into more and more, but it was only kissing. And it seemed as if noone were around to see or even hear them. They were all upstairs or tucked away and sleeping. Besides, he did, after all, really want Mizi. Though pushing it slightly to the side, he kept in mind that he could always stop things if they went too far.
Slaine surrendered himself to that wandering tongue, gladly intermingling his own with it in a slippery dance of intimacy. His own arms busied themself by wrapping around Mizi's waist. One trailed enticingly down his back, playing teasingly at the top hem of the older boy's form-fitting jeans. No harm in that. When feeling the need to fill his lungs with the much needed air, he pulled away keeping only a few inches away from Mizi's lips. Continuing to look into his eyes, he breathed shallowly. "You are so beautiful, Mizi," he said in a soft tone. Drunk or not, it was true. He had always found the slightly older boy to be gorgeous, and he loved that he could be in the position he was now with him. Perhaps not with the other being stark drunk, but with him having a chance at being together with Mizi.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 2:22 pm
[Until further notice, the role of Shinto and Rikuo with be reassumed and shared by Nolas and myself for practical purposes, seeing as Danse deems himself unable to proceed at this current time. Objections?]
Shinto lie on the dirty mattress, eyes staring up into the near-darkness above him. So violated. Yes, even a prostitute could be violated. He felt... a sympathy for those who worked in this harem. It couldn't be easy on them if they were taken so violently-- as he was. His entire body was sore from the rope burns on his wrists to more sensitive regions. He prayed to whatever or whoever was there that someone would find him, but knew they wouldn't. Not today, at least. The police wouldn't find him in the depths of this place for some time. And he knew that should there be any covert missions to try and recover him, they would only end in failure. Thank goodness at least this Alex kid had brought him some water. His throat remembered the cool, soothing feel of the liquid though it was now being forgotten as time passed.
No, he would stay here. For however long it took. Better it be him than one of the others. Better it be him.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 5:03 pm
[Does this mean I can talk to Shinto soon?]
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 5:30 pm
[[eh? Oh. Well, yes, I suppose you might be able to soon. But, there may be the consequence of getting caught if done prematurely (tis up to Rad and Nolas). Personally, I think your best bet might be to wait a bit longer. And, seeing as you don't want to godmode or anything, maybe... use a relationship building with Talis to get out of him where Shinto's hidden. Radevel hasn't told anyone about it and Tal was lucky (or unlucky... he'll probably get punished) enough to find the only inside entrance. Shinto's something you may want to discuss with Nolas-- he knows more about where Rad would've hidden the boy/difficulty of accessability and general layout of the Lair. ]]
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 5:49 pm
[Poop. Okay. Wait who could I talk to?]
He sat in the corner thinking to himself more bored then scared, "Okay i remember the silence. I didn't think he would change the silent thing," he talked as if he knew the place, " Ugh these contacts a killing me," he popped them out and with his real eye color showed blue." I hope I find Shinto and I don't want to make Rikuo worry any more he is like a brother to me," and the roots he had were blonde, "I have got to fix that again," he revieled that he is Iramu, "I hope I'm doing the right thing..."
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 8:02 am
"Dissatisfied?" Radevel echoed in question. "No, that's not quite the case. What is, however, is that you were deliberately trying to disobey me. I've let little things slide countless times with you, Talis, but now.. Now you hold something. Some people, perhaps even you, may think of it as a sort of 'upper-hand', but I'll tell you what it really is. What you know about Shinto's arrival here, you're holding a 'No Way Out' card. A very dangerous prize to be sure." The white-haired man let a silence hang like death in the still air. Even the call of occasional traffic below sounded muted from the dense tension.
"Let me tell you a quick story, Talis," Radevel said suddenly, raising his forearm to rest above his head on the tinted glass of the window. "There was once this very powerful demon. From his birth, he had been damned to live on the earth among all the humans. He hated it. He found them all to be so weak and so simple. By any standards, he didn't have a bad life, but he was forced to keep these little secrets. Secrets of who he really was and what he could do, secrets his father would whisper to him through his sleep, secrets of his weaknesses. Of all people, he hated his father the most for he was actually the cause of him being on earth. Very tragic. But later on, as the powerful demon grew and matured, looking to fit right alongside the humans, he became jealous and possessive of his secrets. He didn't want anyone to know of them as he did when he was younger and more naive. But it turned out, a young man learned of one of his secrets. The demon found out that the man was planning to betray him and expose the secret into his enemy's hands. Oh, but that wouldn't do. He couldn't let things fall apart so easily. So, simply enough, he damned him, just as he had been himself, to a series of torture and unthinkable pain. Easy enough to say-" a short, quiet chuckle escaped him- "he didn't live very long afterward."
After giving a couple moments for his words to settle in, he turned around to let his gaze fall fully upon Talis. If possible, Radevel's eyes resembled death itself. "So no.. You won't tell a soul about this, will you?" It was a straight-out threat. No emptiness could be found in his tone. It was simply a given threat.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 11:53 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 6:11 pm
Mizi's initial movement of his hips had Slaine reconsidering the whole 'not while he's drunk' deal. With the other's profession, it was rather easy to persuade someone to have sex. It would have been easier, if Slaine had no morals, due to his lust for Mizi in the first place. However, when the older boy stopped his movements and embraced him so needingly, all thought of taking advantage of the moment disappeared. "Of course you can sleep with me, Mizi," he returned just as softly, placing one hand behind the other's head as the other remained behind his back. After a few prolonged moments of the firm embrace, he urged Mizi off of him so he could stand, but not without helping him up as well. He still wasn't sure how well his balance would be still yet.
Then came the question of what was to come once they got to the room. Would actual sleeping be involved or did the drunkened Mizi only want a place to conceal their 'play'. Well, he knew of one way to find out. Making sure to keep ahold of him, Slaine led Mizi to his own room. Not a long walk, but for some reason it felt like such a long way to the young waiter. It had to be because of a certain nervousness boiling. Opening the door to let them both in, he took his first glance at Mizi since they had left the living room. "Are you feeling alright? Do you need me to get you anything?" he asked. He wasn't sure if he would want something to settle his stomach or otherwise.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 7:50 pm
Mizi sighed in relief as the other caved. He was glad he was going to get what he wanted... he needed. He climbed off Slaine and was easily helped to his feet, though he teetered for a moment and needed to lean on the ever-ready waiter for support.
When they arrived to the room, the brunette gazed about the familiar area. He nodded with the inquiry, "Could... could you get my pj's? I don't really want to sleep in my jeans... They're in the second drawer of my dresser." His voice remained quiet, almost shy if that was possible for a drunk. Once the other left, Mizi found his wobbly way over to the bed and sat upon it, legs dangling over the side. He wasn't sure what he was even doing in this room. It just seemed to be the best option out there...
Something hadn't felt right in the couch. He wondered if he'd done something bad.
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