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SUBMISSION ENTRY: A Hot Mess
USERNAME: OwlBSeeingU / AllHelBrokeLoose
CHARACTERS INVOLVED: Noxious Firth, Arel
SUMMARY: Nox visits Arel and let's his true desires be known...
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Kettil, played by Pales
Hel, played by Lucyal
USERNAME: OwlBSeeingU / AllHelBrokeLoose
CHARACTERS INVOLVED: Noxious Firth, Arel
SUMMARY: Nox visits Arel and let's his true desires be known...
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OOC ENTRANTS
Kettil, played by Pales
Hel, played by Lucyal
The door to the Amityville School secretary’s office exploded off its hinges, raining smoldering splinters upon the office. There in the smoky door way stood the master of the Trick or Treating Coalition, the only reason why the human world was experiencing global warming, Noxious Firth. He was sexily leaning against the door way with his well sculpted arms crossed snuggly over his chiseled chest. He was wearing a taut black short sleeved shirt that looked ready explode at the smallest flex of muscle, which also did little to hide the washboard abs that ghouls could do their laundry on. The shirt was partnered with sinfully skin tight black jeans with holes at the knees to match. They also looked ready to explode at the smallest flex of muscle. Sitting on his sleek hips were nine black with gold studded belts to complement the look. The outfit was completed by black laced up combat boots that were knee high with gold studs. His chestnut skin seemed to glow even in the miserably lit office, though it was nothing compared to his fiery copper russet locks which were wild and free, since he wasn’t wearing his stupid orange bandana at the moment.
What was really burning though, were his eyes. Like little pits of gooey fiery lava, or the cordial cherries once you ate all the chocolate and sucked out the pink filling. The lidded and smoldering gaze was settled on the secretary, and there was a long pause after his entrance before he spoke. His voice was like molten chocolate on hot steel, but not dark chocolate, because that is gross, and not white chocolate, because that stuff is for frilly pussies, but milk chocolate, because that was the best.
“You know what I am here for, Arel.”
The slam was enough to alert the secretary to the presence of one Noxious Firth. Arel looked up from his paperwork through a curtain of pale blue bangs, his eyes glowed an icy blue which contrasted to the fiery gaze of his 'visitor'. Arel's pale lips pulled into a frown under the large blue and darker blue stripped scarf he wore all the time because he was afraid of letting people see his full luscious lips and fall in love with him immediately. He was a strong pale frost demon that needed no boil.
And yet he needed Nox. Not that he'd admit it to anyone much less himself. In other words? Mr. Firth could come and melt his polar icecaps anytime if that was what he wanted, but he knew the truth. The sad, sad truth. That didn't mean that Arel couldn't just string the other demon around for just a little while, right? A small game of cat and mouse that the smaller framed secretary intended to win this day, even if it is possible that he had to play all of his dirty little tricks.
The smaller Secretary pulled himself up to stand, his tiny but lithe form hidden under the mass of baggy blue clothes he wore, taking comfort in the warmth of the warm furry lining of his cape. The warmth made him think of his (highly secret) true love: Nox.
"No. What are you here for?" He decided to play coy to keep the fire demon in his office for a little longer. Shyly he tilted his head to the side so that the icicles that formed on his pale white antlers caught the light and glittered prettily. One day he would snare this hunk of a Trick or Treating fire demon.
When Arel stood, it was then Nox suddenly remembered the other reason he came here, aside from his primary one. Being swept off on epic and perilous adventures across Halloween and in the Human World, it was easy to forget the frozen beauty that sat in this room. They were complete opposites in many ways. Adventurous, not adventurous, exciting, boring, hot, cold, yes, no, but most importantly, they were fire and ice. There was real chemistry between them because when you combined fire and ice together, you got water, which was really important for showering and drinking and stuff.
But being the master of Trick or Treaters, and adventuring and raiding and pillaging, it kept him away from here quite often…so Arel often slipped his mind, but now was a good reminder as to why he should stay frozen in it. How could he forget? For shame. Nox was drawn to how opposite of him Arel was, like flame to oxygen, or magic. One of those two made fire.
The coy act did not go unnoticed by the Trick or Treater, and his handsome lips pulled up into a know-it-all-I am-an-a*****e smirk which was still very sexy. Nox liked games. Especially where things were going to get burned. Nox didn’t put out fires, he made them worse.
“Do not play coy with me. You know what I want.” He pointed a finger at the secretary, and then at his desk.
Arel almost felt a bit of warmth creep up on his face as he watched the finger point toward him and then toward his desk. Wait was Nox wanting something scandalous? There was just enough hope in the ice demon to want that to be the case and yet...
The ice demon's perfect blue eyes narrowed at the fire demon as he tugged down his scarf just enough for the Trick or Treater to see his perfect lips as he said in his most defiant tone ever, "No. You cannot have that. It is mine"
Besides? Arel liked to play hard to get, even if he was speaking for his desk at this moment and he wasn't sure how his desk felt about Nox but that didn't matter. Arel took a bit of a pleasurable thrill in denying Nox anything - it showed Arel was still hard and unmoving as a glacier in an expanse of salty ice cold water.
He moved to stand in front of the desk and to lean lightly upon the least occupied spot of the solid surface behind him as he put on an air of graceful nonchalance about the entire affair, "Last time I gave in to your whims you left me quite luke warm. I don't think you are demon enough to take what you really want." Arel leveled Nox with a meaningful stare at this point.
That's right. He was calling you out, buddy.
Arel pulled his scarf down to reveal those perfect lips, and Nox almost felt weak at the knees. Almost. A lesser demon most likely would have their knee caps dissipating upon laying eyes on those lips, but Nox was no lesser demon. A sexy scowl soon graced his own handsomely rugged lips though as he was denied what he wanted. No one said no to Nox. No one. He always got what he wanted.
The master Trick or Treater unwound his arms from his chest and strode the few short steps up to the short and pouty, yet adorable, secretary, his copper russet fiery brows knitted. Nox was so mad at that denial, yet it roused the fire within his soul, and in turn the temperate in the room went up a few degrees, despite the ice demon who resided in it. “No one tells me no, Arel.” Nox uttered lowly, his milk chocolate steely voice now on par with a chocolate fountain that was at the end of a free for all fruit and candy buffet. He reached out and pinned the secretary to the desk, his sculpted arms on either side of him, palms pressed to the wood which scorched black under his touch. “Not even you. You may say no but those glacier blue artic eyes tell me yes.”
Nox then leaned in, his tight shirt groaning under the strain and barely keeping it together and forcefully knocked over a stack of enrollment applications forms, showering the floor with white and revealing a bottle of six hundred and sixty six Orange Label cider on the secretary’s desk. The demon snatched it with his long and dreamy fingers, and smirked triumphantly at the ice demon underneath him. “See? I always get what I want.” He then leaned back, and his shirt couldn’t handle the strain anymore, and exploded. Upon Nox’s glorious abs coming into view of the world, nine ghouls suddenly found their laundry spec and span and sparkling clean somewhere on campus. His abs were so hot they another stack of enrollment applications also caught on fire, and eventually the entire top of Arel’s desk was aflame.
“Gotta go, baby.” Nox said very suavely. “I have a treasure hunting adventure with my assistant, who is the best and most beautiful assistant in all of Halloween and I would be nothing with out her. She deserves all the nice things, and her boilfriend better put a ring on that soon or he is a dumb a**.”
After imparting these awesome words to the secretary, Nox disappeared in a pillar of flames, which tore a hole in the floor and ceiling.
Arel jutted out his chin defiantly, "No."
Not that it made any difference just then because he was bypassed and his precious cider was taken. The ice demon's one true love next to Nox, he was helpless under the swathes of chocolate vocals and the visuals of the exploding shirt. The sound of flames starting up from various enrollment forms and his desk...
... Wait...
His desk?!?
Arel turned around to watch in near horror as parts of his office began to melt and more things caught on fire and as Nox spoke the ice demon could only stare with a bit of a venomous edge to his icy stare, "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS. No, seriously, I'm going to get this garnished out of your paycheck, you a**!"
The last part was said with a bit too much affection. His affections for the fire demon were once again unrequited because the cider had come between them. Why must the cider be so good? Left with the task of putting together his smoky office after the hot demon left his presence, Arel could only sigh. "That beautiful son of a jack-o-lantern..," he murmured as he began to quell the flames on his papers, desk, and his heart.
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