Y U N Oxxt h e xx w e r e w o l f location --Thrift Shop Delights spectators arenaxxmood --panickedxxcompany --Kaede and Natuxx
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Yuno could practically feel the anger and defiance boiling in Kaede. Despite the fact that he had cowered and shook, and flinched away from Yuno as he snarled his demands at him, and despite the fact that his legs had even given out when Yuno released him, and sent him sprawling on his knees before him. Even when the smaller boy wouldn't lift his eyes to meet his, succumbing to his natural instinct to cower. But kneeling in front of him, even with Yuno exerting every bit of 'powerful alpha male' pheromone in him, Kae didn't run. When he finally looked up at Yuno he could see the fear, but also the smoldering anger. Was this guy really going to keep resisting him? For just a moment, Yuno felt his confidence waver. What if Kaede was just as stubborn as he was? Would they just be at each others throats forever? No, there's no way. Kae would get rid of him. Maybe he would gamble him away to someone even worse, or maybe just straight up sell him. His eyebrow twitched. s**t, he wasn't good at doing this whole... thinking thing. Maybe that was why he was a slave. As long as he just listened... No! He could take care of himself... right? Before Yuno could sink too deeply into his existential dread, a voice piped up nearby.
Since Yuno had not been privy to the exchanges Natu had with the betting, Tacks, and his new master, Kae, it struck him as oddly... suspicious, this fellow following them to the exit and offering them food. Yunos stomach growled, but he wrinkled his nose at the smell. When he was younger, food like this was pretty much the only thing he wanted to eat, but he had long since been weaned off of common carnival junk fare like this. Tacks had taken good care of Yuno, in a certain sense. The fairy had always been obsessed with making sure that Yuno was always in prime fighting condition. That meant that fat-dipped fried foods like these were right off of the menu, except on rare special occasions. For the most part, Yuno had actually lost his taste for them. Hungry as he was, the greasy junk food smelled... less than appetizing. Unlike the guy holding it.
Yuno was pretty open about the fact that he was gay. In this day and age, it was hardly something to be concerned about (although apparently someone had neglected to tell his master that. Kid was so deep in the closet he was in freakin' Narnia). So despite the fact that this guy was acting.... really weird, Yuno couldn't help but get an eyefull, looking him up and down. s**t, this guy looked like a supermodel. If Yuno drooled slightly, it wasn't because of the food. He looked like the kind of guy you'd see grinning at you from the cover of a magazine. Fortunately for everyone involved, Yuno didn't have half a clue how to flirt or give subtle hints to anyone, so instead he just stared blankly at him, while Kae scampered over and snatched a hotdog from the guys tray. Yuno followed his new master with his eyes as he did. He reminded Yuno of some small, scampering animal, the way he moved, darting away before hungrily scarfing down his food. The phrase 'eat a d**k' came to mind again as he voraciously swallowed the hot dog. Geez, didn't this kid know that this junk was terrible for him? He made a mental note that he would have to show this kid how to eat properly, then wondered why he was paying more attention to this streetrat kid than the literal supermodel smiling and offering them food. Food and... healing? For a moment, Yuno felt a hopeful sense of relief. Caims never wanted to touch ring fighters; why would they, when more of then than not, they had to live through those fights to do it? No one wanted to go through that if they could help it. The thought of letting a caim heal him, give him back use of his arm and stop the spinning in his head, was very welcome. But... "I'm not anywhere as powerful as a Caim but I can heal him quite a bit. If it is alright with the both of you. If not then...free food...and we'll part ways once we're out of here."
Not as powerful as a caim? Huh. Who could 'heal' by non-medical means other than caims? Yuno supposed healing-centric alchemists could, but this guy wasn't carrying any medical supplies with him. So he could heal without using outside help? Who could do that other than caims...? Wait... Mages. Psychic mages. As soon as the realization hit him, a jolt of fear crackled down his spine.
"I don't care what you do to that...that-- to Yuno. After all, he is his own person. Let him do what he wants." "What!? No!!" Yuno unconsciously took a step back, away from the mage. His hackels rose and his heart started beating a little faster. No. No way. No way in hell. There was no way he was letting a psychic mage do anything to him. He knew it was a bad idea. Psychic mages were bad news. He couldn't remember why, he knew there was a reason... a good reason. Why couldn't he remember!? Well the reason didn't matter in the end. There was a fuzzy, hollow spot in the back of his mind that ached at the thought of letting a psychic mage near him. Even if he couldn't remember, his instincts had never been wrong in the past. His hairs bristled and he squared his shoulders, like an animal trying to make itself look bigger. for all he'd been eyeing this guy before, all he wanted to do now was put as much distance between them as possible. He was so caught up in his panic, he didn't even catch Kaede's quip about eating a d**k. "Don't you touch me! Y-You stay the hell away from me! And stay outta my head!" Panicked, Yuno spun on his heel. It took all of his control not to bolt like a frightened gazelle, but he still only managed to trot instead of sprint. Without thinking, he roughly grabbed Kae and slung him over his good shoulder, hurrying to the exit, kicking the metal door open and bolting into the alleyway. Not giving a second thought to which way he was supposed to go, or the fact that his master was likely less than pleased with the situation. all he could think was "Get away, get away, get away, don't let him near you. Don't let him look you in the eye. Get away."
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:25 pm
Seduction was always such a great tool. Usually he would've had to pay for a password to get into this arena, but he willingly seduced his way in. Most would find this difficult, but this was 'Skye Addison' of all people. How could you turn him down so easily? Practically impossible for some, and Skye loved every minute of that. Who wouldn't? It was his tool to get in and his tool to blend in. Plus, it was partly the only reason he was even there. Have you seen the crowds at these places? They're full of mysterious men with so many folds that Skye would love to dip into--not that he didn't look like he had a few of his own with his gothic lolita attire. It wouldn't be an entirely inaccurate accusation either, but what reason would he have to let that sort of thing slip? Putting on a good, composed face that left no trace of anything on the other side that would put people on edge was something he was good at, after all--along with blending into crowds despite his eccentric and high-flying taste in fashion. It was how he acted and how he easily interacted with strangers in a manner that made him seem like he perfectly fit and belonged in a place like that, whether he did or didn't no longer mattered afterwards.
Having been there the whole time, a sly smirk whipped across the diva's red lips. What a familiar scent...yet it seemed to have no name to it. He could care less about watching the fighting. Although he felt bad for those that were injured, Skye only came to shady places like this to flirt with the darker men...such an intriguing taste but never leaving him dissatisfied. However, the scent he'd picked up on wasn't one he'd expected to find here in one of the darker places in Saxon. It was so oddly placed among the grime scent that wafted over gently--the refreshing, clean smell of the model he loved to taunt but still adored.
Weeding through the crowds of people, he'd stopped short of seeing the male and pretended to distract himself in the affections of another man. Skye was only paying half-hearted attention to the distraction because it was simply so he could eavesdrop on the conversation and swoop in when the time was right--not that the distraction wasn't bad looking or anything. My my, what an...interesting...conversation. It was amusing to say the least. Knowing the model well, Skye was well-aware he'd need someone to talk to after that. The boy was just a bit too soft sometimes despite his exterior.
Slipping off of the current distraction, Skye sauntered over to Arinatu--his favorite little model in the industry--and slid those delicate arms around his shoulders, resting his chin on the other male's shoulder. "Well well well, someone feels...much much warmer than he usually does. My my, are we just a little flustered, Natu?" He lifted that slender chin and shifted his gaze towards the young man, that emerald green gaze eyeing his facial features for any reaction gauges that might register his response more than his words. Then he smirked and planted a big kiss on the young man's cheek simply because that's how Skye always greeted his friends, even if it did leave red lipstick marks on their cheeks. He laughed lightly and ran his fingers over Natu's collar bone idly. Of course he knew the answer to his rhetorical question. He'd heard the conversation and knew how innocent this one was, but asking and teasing on the aspect was always something Skye had to indulge in. Nothing wrong with such a simple indulgence. "Why aren't you ever this warm when you talk to me? Huh?" Then he pouted cutely as if feigning hurt from the obvious fluster that was rarely directed towards himself--not that he was actually that upset by it. This was merely his way of taunting the young mage because who else was going to do it? So Skye made it his job to tease him and his innocent mind. 'Sooo, which one was it? You obviously thought at least ONE was hot.' He smirked lively with a slight show of teeth as he thought that loud enough for Natu to hear loud and clear as he giggled more and batted his long, fake lashes tauntingly. Oh he knew he'd get something out of this refreshing little morsel this time...not that he didn't get an amusing response usually.
With:(para 1 - 3) Kaede & Yuno, (4-rest) Skye Where Am I?:Spectator's Area : Fighter Ring Arena ~ Slums Of City
Arinatu, preferably just Natu, was completely unaware of the whirlwind that was just about to come forth. He was genuinely just trying to be the nice guy he was. Make friends that didn't want to be friends for a boost in fame or because of fame. Or his looks. Or his money. He couldn't truly fit in with the wealthy or upper class business men, savory or unsavory, and the nineteen year old male was trying to make friends with normal people who didn't give a ******** who he was...just when he thought it might be working...ish. Things quickly and clearly went to hell. Almost as if in slow motion yet too quickly to truly process it. Even as Kaede was snarking and commenting in a way that clearly caused Natu to blush across his cheekbones....the werewolf was starting to stare at him as if he was evil.
Yuno's smoldering and intense gaze had shot to him even as yuno suddenly scooped up and threw Kaede over his shoulder."Wh-what??? I...I wouldn't do that. I just wanted to help...m-maybe make friends. I...I...Yuno is sexy and a great fighter but I wouldn't...he doesn't even know me..." The openly gay but virginal and innocent teenager was thrown for a loop and flustered by that. He stepped back. Dropping the tray of food and just when he was sure he couldn't get more flustered, confused lost or unsure what happened or was going on...it got worse. More s**t happened as well as took a confusing turn when the sexy werewolf fighter Yuno flipped out and started screaming confusing things. The sexy werewolf that had him enthralled and watching the fights as well as trying to offer to help...something he didn't do...started freaking out. Growling causing the sensitive and friendly young man to take a tenative step back.
Mostly because the aura coming off Yuno right now was domineering and pure alpha male...filled with a scary and shocking hatred level. His empathy picking up without him trying the hatred and the loudly screamed thoughts weren't even needing him to try and read they hit him like a ton of bricks. His hands moved to his head as the hood fell off as he jerked back. A clattering sound echoed out but drowned out by the noise of the crowds as other fights continued. Confused, scared and sad eyes looked at Yuno as he suddenly ended up steamrolled and dazed by the words. "Wh-what? I...I would never invade someones mind or do something evil to them. I...I just wanted to help because you are hurt...I...sorry...." Near the end of this he had shrank down more than his five foot stature could and looked down. Confusion, freaking out and submissively just falling silent because of Yuno's panicked yet scary sounding words. Flinching and didn't move. Wh-what just happened? Why did he act like I was someone evil? Who could have done something so evil and vile to cause that sexy and badass werewolf to freak out. What did I do wrong? I have no idea what just happened...but I'm pretty sure yet again I'm not making friends. Somehow hated...and yet extremely turned on. Such powerful presence the scary werewolf was....so confused. With his thoughts racing and his emotions hitting overloaded, stressed out and emotionally all over the place...he soon was getting bombarded with the nightmare entities that he had told elliot had gone away after a snuggle session. He was so lost in his own head and replaying the situation trying to figure it out. The werewolfs thoughts had him reeling because of how loud they were...if anyone was invading someone head...it was Yuno and soon to be skye...not him.
His hair fell loose a bit and into his face. Hands just falling to his sides. This was never going to work. How can you be an outcast to so many places when your only nineteen? How do you make friends that are real friends...when your famous or rich? When those who are higher middle class up usually want to be your friend becuase of fame, money, social status bragging rights or more....yet you have to worry about others of middle class down just wanting to be friends for money or other reasons? How can you be a normal teenager when everything in your life was dictated by parents or family wealth and their deciding eveyrthing in your life? When the normal people either would abuse you for your wealth or fame or judge you based off it and not give a chance to know you. WHile lost in these thoughts...dealing with a racing heart, a flustered and mildly turned on phsyical situation, a swirl of thoughts and emotions...he missed Skye's approach and sudden draping. A loud yelp left his lips as he was startled out of all of this and a sweet smelling and flat chested taller form covered in lace pressed into his back. Arms draped over his shoulders. His dazed state suddenly blasted away at the first of the chipper and well recognized voice strew of words.
His body beginning to shake from emotions as he fought back the tears that threatened to fall. Most of what just happened sinking in despite some of it was confused. His hands moved to his face to cover it for a moment. Working on putting his diplomatic composure back in place. "When...am I not full of feels Skye? I'm a sensitive and emotional feeling good hearted guy. Its my flaw...and my want to make friends or help strangers...has yet again proven to result in pain and backfire." He let out a bitter laugh to hide the fact he was hurting. Flushing a brighter red shade on his sexy mocha tanned soft exotic flesh. Turning in Skye's arms and buried his face in the gothic lolita look that Skye was wearing. Moving his arms around the taller, in and out of heels, drag queen diva that was his only other best friend. His first and only friend who didn't feel it his duty to care for him nor have a staple presence in his life...meaning his sexy real world style sebastian of black butler...bodyguard, caretaker, best friend, guardian, business and home assistant, agent and many other hats including best friend...named Elliot Valentine.
Skye...Skye was and had become a very close and trusted friend over the years. His form shaking still from surpressed emotions. His heart thumping faster and the arousal that had started because of a mild he is so awesome and sexy crush on yuno switched gears to a pure full on confusing emotions and arousal from the drag queens scent, aura, voice and mere presence. What the hell was wrong with him?! He growled a bit but whimpered some too. Pulling back while still huggin the male to stare with striking and sharp eyes shimmering with emotion to their dark green sometimes golden hues filled with tears. "Don't be a pervert....I'm having a mental, emotional and teenage meltdown and your talking about dirty things. Why can't I make friends like a normal nineteen year old Skye? Why is it the only people who will give me the time of day are quite obvously interested in the wealth, the looks, the career, the model and the fame...not Arinatu Raefeal Nahin the person? OR....don't even give me the time of day but judge me based off something that Iwas born into...even if I made my own. I'm not a rich p***k like most wealthy people or business men. I'm just a teenager of nineteen and a guy who wants to make other friends with guys and works hard to not give off creepy gay boy vibes...yet even the people who usually don't give a ******** even give me the time of day. How do you make friends when you have to worry about so many things for rich, poor, normal or anything and everything in between? Hell...at this point I wouldn't care if they were a gold digger or a thief or a gangster...I'm just wanting to make friends. Normal friensd who like me...for me. Why is that so hard to do Skye?" He moved his face into Skye's form again as he shook harder.
Shaking his head a bit. "I need a Caim....and not one who would ask questions. My own stuff, being a mage like I am, along with stuff I keep hiding...I'm close to losing it Skye. That is why I tried to make friends....so I could have normalacy and less stress." He thought back to skye The sexy werewolf who has such a domineering presence. I apparently have a type...dangerous, powerful, strong, badass, or likely to kill you. It doesn't matter...he hates me just because I was born a psychic mage. Besides...he is gorgeous but has nothing on you or my other best friend Elliot. Even if...he was totally my type. Can we leave here Skye? He asked. He wanted to get out of here. Into the fresh air.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: I LOVED the posts!!!! I hope Yuno and Kaede continue to get closer. Have fun my friends smile
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Never in a million years did Kaede ever expect to smell such a distinct fear wafting off of Yuno. As soon as the scent claws its way through the heavy stench of greasy junk food suffocating the small area they stand in, the coon goes rigid. With tense shoulders, he practically jumps at the werewolf's frantic outburst that confirms where the sour emotion is coming from. Why is Yuno so anxious? What could make such a brute stand on edge? Slowly, Kaede turns his head to watch his new slave step away from the stranger. An image of a feral dog being cornered by hunters comes to mind while grey eyes watch Yuno literally try to puff himself up. The sight is...oddly amusing. And Kaede can't resist the small grin that curls the edges of his mouth ever so slightly. Really, he should be more worried because if this alpha male looks so petrified, there must be something to truly fear. But when the coon follows that wide-eyed stare, all he finds the seemingly docile tanned male.
The next few words that Yuno utters makes everything click into place. All it takes is one look at the younger male to see that he's clearly gay. That smooth skin, the sparkling eyes, the flowing hair -- definitely one of them homosexuals. Kaede doesn't consider himself a homophobe, but he's never been friends with someone that isn't straight or cisgender, so he isn't quite sure if he has the right to call himself an ally. Nevertheless, the boy likes to think that he's rather open-minded and accepting. He's not the type to discriminate based on status or race, or sexual preference for that matter. Yet, as he watches Yuno put distance between himself and the stranger and order the other male to not touch him...Kaede can only assume that his slave is a homophobe. What other conclusion could he make from the scene? The small smile that was on the teen's face fades away into a look of concern as the werewolf turns away.
When Yuno is suddenly right in front of Kaede, the coon's eyes widen in surprise. He's taken off-guard while the werewolf roughly grabs him by the abdomen and lifts him off the ground like a sack of potatoes. Is he really that light? Or is the brawler just that strong?? The action of being thrown onto his slave's shoulder knocks the air right out of his lungs, and he's too stunned to even try to protest. It's not until they reach the exit of the fighting arena that the teen groans out weakly, trying to voice his annoyance at being manhandled. Through the dim lights and haze of the building, Kaede is just able to make out the extremely blurred figure that is the tanned man standing alone with all that food. There's a pang of guilt and regret in the teen, but maybe that is just pain from eating too quickly and being jostled like some toy.
Once the two make it outside, Kaede demands to be set down. He doesn't try to ask what the ******** is wrong with Yuno, only accepts his earlier assumption as truth. Besides, that look on the werewolf's face tells the boy that asking such a dumb question would result in violence. Thus, Kaede composes himself the best he can when his feet are back on the ground and gestures weakly for his new slave to follow. It's definitely time for them to go home.
