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 Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2018 10:42 am
With the monument gone and the trapped inhabitants scattered, Sodom and Gomorrah didn't have to think twice about where the ******** they were headed next.
Home.
They went straight ********' home, did not pass go, did not collect two hundred goddamn dollars. The world could have collapsed around them, there could have been money falling from the sky, it didn't matter what the ******** was going on out on the streets of Destiny City that evening - the Jones went home and had absolutely no intentions of going back out.
While Paul was used to nights that ended with aches and bruises, he didn't particularly care for them. Getting into brawls was exciting in the moment but having to be nursed afterwards ******** sucked sometimes.
His shirt was the first thing to come off once they'd made it into the house, leaving him in jeans, his belt and the pair of boots that quickly got kicked to the side. His body was sore from the shocks, a particularly nasty looking burn bruised into his shoulder where the impact had made initial contact.
Shocks and burns weren't his priority though - no, his priority was on the ginger who'd entered the home with him and as soon as the med kit had been pulled out, he was already gruffly making his demands.
"Sit down, lemme look you over. Where's it hurt most, kiddo?"
Lucifer Fooorce pinging you to let you know the thread's started <3
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 7:07 am
Unlike his spouse, Noah had remained mostly clothed. His tie had been undone and his shirt opened by the first few buttons at the top. Shoes had come off and sleeved rolled up as he retrieved the medkit that he'd been shifting through when Paul thought he could start barking orders.
"I'm fine." His response was gruff, shoulder rolling to shrug off a concerned hand before he sighed, abandoning his quest for burn cream to turn and face the beast of a man that was his husband.
"Lemme take care of you first, then you can take care of me okay?" Hands smoothed over the sides of Paul's face and his thumb ran over the worried forehead creases.
"I'm a little sore, nothing really worse then when we wrestle and you get too into it." Chapped lips brushed against his brow, then his nose, and finally, his lips.
Undeniably, the kiss was a needy one with Noah taking advantage of it to get his husband into a barstool before he was half straddling one of his legs. "What hurts is you saying I love you like one of us wasn't gonna make it out Paulie."
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 7:39 am
Violet gaze watched as sleeves were rolled up, Noah acting as if he'd just come home from a strenuous day at the office and not a fight where they both very well could have died. He even looked the part with his clothes, the tie ends dangling down, shirt opened just barely enough to expose a familiar silver chain.
Hands found his cheeks and his attention shifted upwards, tension melting as the burly man began to slowly relax in his spouse's fingers. His eyes closed and his head tilted down to aid Noah in his kisses, up until lips found his and made their desperate demands of him.
Wrapping his arms around the younger man as he took the seat he was being pushed onto. His back rested against the breakfast bar, a tired smile left behind after the kiss. That same smile began to fade, though, when Noah expressed his real pain.
"If that chick and her witchcraft hadn't been there..." The thought was all too real and even reflecting on it now increased his frown's length. "...and that mutt had hit either of us again..."
Thick fingers clumsily rose up to push past the collar of his husband's shirt. The silver chain around his neck was tugged up until the tungsten ring came into view, soon nestled in the palm of the calloused hand that retrieved it. Paul studied it for a minute before rubbing his thumb along the rim, quietly trying to push away the dark thoughts of what if.
The ring was dropped unceremoniously as the larger man suddenly tugged his partner closer, forcing him into a tight hug as his face buried itself into his soft, pale throat.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 8:32 am
"Hey," he chided softly, making sure that Paul was looking at him when he spoke. "Little dog's not gonna take me down or away from you okay?" His fingers slipped into short dark locks and he scratched at his scalp in what he thought was a soothing manner.
He stayed quiet as his wedding ring was toyed with, fingers slipping down to play with the chain of the one strung across his husband's neck.
"You're stuck with me for life baby and I have no intention of letting it be a short one." The top of Paul's head was kissed and he shifted so that he was properly seated in the man's lap, legs on either side of his hips and his arms looped around the man's shoulders.
His lips pursed together, expression contemplative before he said what he hadn't earlier. "I love you, Paulie."
The statement was an obvious, but rarely said, one because they chose to save it for important moments. Ones where they didn't want to let anything go unsaid or when one of them was feeling particularly vulnerable.
Lips pressed against the burn and pulled back.
"Let's get this taken care of, alright?"
lucifer force idk when you're crashing so sorry about the million quotes
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 8:55 am
His head nuzzled back against the hand, the soft sound leaving his mouth with an exhale all the proof Noah would need to know that Paul was enjoying the simple affection.
Arms gathered to keep him secure in his lap, Paul grunting quietly as the mouth touched his open wound, the skin angry and dark. It didn't look like any of his normal scars, pale pink and pearl lines mapping across his bare chest like an unspoken history lesson. This was charred, black and ugly. Hopefully, with time, it would fade away and if he was lucky, produce another scar to brag about when he was in one of his moods.
Well... or a story he'd have to embellish a bit for the boys at the bar. Magical electric dogs were a bit far-fetched for normal people.
"I love you too, kiddo."
His hand reached up to slip through red hair, ruffling it gently before the serious expression slowly lifted into a lopsided grin.
"Hurry up, though. Your Paulie needs to show you just how much he needs you."
Lucifer Force unlike her, I am not sorry about the million quotes, mwahaha
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 9:01 am
With Acrucis’ lovely magic having healed the little Mauvian’s body, and despite Lacrimosa’s protests, Itsuki insisted on dropping by to check on his Pages. ...not that they consented to being under the tutelage of a magical talking cat, but the sentiment was there. Hoshi-no-Tama had his own Page, and now Itsuki thought himself brave enough to take up that mantle as well. Researching in the Mauvian Headquarters, the lilac point absorbed as much as he could about their abilities before they were all unceremoniously consumed by a monolith in the park. Lacrimosa gave him a short timeframe to check on Paul and Noah, and with this in mind, the first thing Itsuki tried was Paul’s cell phone. Several calls went to voicemail without being answered, and after leaving a hasty message -- Quote: Paul-sama, it’s me! Itsuki! Are you okay?? Do you need help? Please call me back so I know you’re alright! YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND TOO, I HOPE HE’S OKAY. OYASUMI~ The lack of communication gave the Mauvian pause, and soon enough, there was a cat stalking the Jones residence. Little fuzzy arms were stuck in through the mail slot on the door, taptaptap’ing away and whatever he could find to make enough noise to alert the occupants of the house. Nothing came of that (save for the neighbor’s dog barking), but the Jones’ car was in the driveway. Surely they were home? The mail slot a bust, Itsuki padded around the front of the house and spied a window left ajar - just enough for a small Mauvian to squeeze through. Plopping onto the carpeted floor, Itsuki shook himself and started to wander through the living room to try and find the Pages. Evidence of their arrival was plain - clothing left on the couch and kitchen counter indicated they had successfully made it home, but… Ears perked. Was that… moaning? OH NO SOMEONE’S HURT!A mad dash was made to the bedroom, the source of the sounds, finding the door closed. Upon the door was one of those dastardly circular knobs; the kind Itsuki couldn’t manage without shifting into his human form for thumbs. The Mau couldn’t risk putting the boys in further danger with a power signature that big in the middle of their abode, so the guardian cat had to do the next best thing. Shove his tiny arms under the door and swing wildly, just like any plain Earth cat. “Paul-sama!! Are you okay!? I brought a first aid kit!! If you’re hurt, I can call an ambulance!!! Is Noah-san okay!?”
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 1:22 pm
Once burn cream had been applied and the wound bandaged to keep it nice and moist, the Jones men had relocated to the bedroom, at Paul's assistance. (Not that Noah was complaining considering his husband carried him up the stairs and that might've been one of his favorite things that Paul could do.)
Phones were forgotten, either in the back of pant pockets or lost somewhere on the couch where the cushions had eaten it when it rang too many times .
In fact, the only think the ginger was concerned about was making sure that his, and his Paulie's, needs were taken care of and he was just about to get down to business when there was someone-- something shouting at them ******** were cat paws frantically scratching at the carpet beneath the door.
"You have got to be ******** kidding me." Immediately all of the tenderness was lost and Noah was climbing off of his husband's lap, pants being yanked back on after he'd snatched them up from the floor.
Their bedroom door was yanked open and there was an angry ginger staring down at the cat only concerned about their well being.
"Did you ******** break into our house?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2018 4:07 am
Dark marks littered his neck and chest, fresh lovebites having been at least part of the cause moans the Mauvian had heard coming from the upstairs bedroom.
He'd been resting comfortably on the bed, head propped back on a pillow with his eyes closed when the shrill voice started yammering an all-too familiar nickname that had him expelling a long, drawn out sigh.
So much for playtime, apparently.
Noah was off like a bolt of lightning, a brooding stormcloud who looked about ready to strike a certain excitable feline. His slacks were yanked up and the door was flung open, Paul wincing on both the behalf of himself and the furry beast concerned with their health.
Unlike his spouse, he made no attempt to leave the bed, keeping himself covered by tugging up the blanket up to his waist. Head turning towards the door, he offered a strained smile towards the tall man who looked about ready to skin an alien feline.
“Hey, at least it wasn't a cat burglar…”
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2018 12:13 pm
Rustling could be heard from inside the bedroom before the door was thrown open with a gust of wind, Noah Stormcloud Jones bearing down on the tiny, eight-pound feline who had flopped over from the force of the door. Shaking himself, Itsuki sat down like any normal cat would, relieved to find Noah’s body was at least operationally functional! “Noah-san! I’m so glad you’re okay!” he squeaked, tiny arms gesturing grandly. “Paul-sama didn’t answer his phone so I was worried that you might both be in the hospital! I tried to find you after we were all freed, but you were gone! Acrucis-san and some others stayed behind to heal some of the wounded. I thought I would check the house and I saw your car and… I’m so glad you’re okay!” Out from his previously-mentioned subspace pocket, Itsuki began to unload its contents beneath the heavy gaze of a very angry ginger. “I was about to start calling the local hospitals! But anyway, I brought a first aid kit,” Plop! “and some extra gauze,” Plop! “and some rubbing alcohol,” Plop! “and some action movie DVDs for bedrest recovery,” Plop! “and an electric heating pad,” Plop! “And two beers! I had to ask Zee-chan to buy them with his fake ID but don’t tell Melody-san about that, she’ll be really mad, but I told Zee-chan it was very important. Oh! And these!” The last thing removed from its convenient subspace storage container was a pack of cigarettes - the same kind Itsuki had spied on the kitchen countertop earlier. The pack was lifted up to Noah, though the distance between the ginger and the cigarettes was great. Itsuki was only nine-and-change inches at the shoulder. The topic of breaking and entering was the last think the Mauvian missed mentioning. Just a smidge of guilt overcame him, ears dropping. “Ehhh… well… the window was open?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2018 8:48 am
Paul's comment earned him a harsh glare over bare shoulders that said not funny before his stormy gaze had turned back to their feline intruder. Itsumi would get one of the nastiest looks that the ginger was capable of giving as he stepped forward to loom over the creature who wasn't even a quarter of his size.
"You ever stop to think that we were busy or preoccupied?" The words were hissed between his teeth, the man clearly agitated over the fact that they'd been interrupted in the middle of something because furball couldn't contain himself. "What if we'd been ********' sleeping? You not gonna allow us to rest after that horse s**t back in the park?"
Noah knew, it was hard not to, that Itsuki was only there because he'd been concerned and was making sure they were okay but a sore and aroused Noah didn't care. He wanted to strangle the thing for interrupting while they were just getting started.
He looked unimpressed as the mauvian popped things out of nowhere left and right and it was a miracle he wasn't chewing the hell out of the cat or even just picking him up and chucking him out of the second-story window. It was, surprisingly, the appearance of the cigarettes that seemed to sooth his agitation, slightly.
Bending over, the tall man snatched them up and stepped the cat and went straight for the stairs.
"I'm going for a smoke," he told Paul, leaving him to deal with Itookim.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2018 10:17 am
Likewise, Paul wasn't very thrilled at being suddenly denied a much needed release but unlike his companion, he chose not to verbally lash out at the concerned creature currently doing magic tricks at the entrance of their bedroom.
Shifting until he was on his side (because rolling onto his stomach was not a good idea at the moment), he watched with vague interest as item after item started plopping down from thin air, onto the ground. A first aid kit tumbled down, followed by wrappings and antiseptic and...an electric heating pad? Damn, was the cat also like... a nurse?? Or something?
Pupils grew wider when he saw the beer sail down onto the additional gauze, his interest in the free goodies now especially piqued. Noah wasted no time in collecting the cancer sticks and making off with them, abandoning both spouse and feline in the bedroom left behind. He hardly even hesitated in explaining himself as he stepped over the Mauvian.
Pissed or not, Paul wasn't going to not take advantage of the nice view as he watched the irritated other Jones storm off towards the stairs. Even when he was angry, the redhead was hot.
One hand outstretched itself over the edge of the bed, beckoning the pitiful looking Mauvian towards him. "Hey, roll one of those beers over here, will ya?"
Noah had a strict rule about no food in the bed but Paul failed to recall him ever specifically forbidding beverages and he intended on taking advantage of that technicality.
"You're lucky he didn't skin you, y'know." His own voice was still low, a lingering huskiness to the tone as the older man struggled to get over his case of blue balls. Once the beer made it in his hand, he popped back the tab and brought it up for a sip.
He hadn't missed what the cat had said - when they'd been freed. That mean that the furball had been in the tower at the same time as Sodom and Gomorrah, which also meant the Mau had known they'd gotten injured, thus his sudden, random appearance in their house.
"Didn't tell me you could go human, Itachi. What else you got up those furry sleeves of yours?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2018 6:59 pm
Itsuki ducked beneath Noah's foot as the redhead stomped off in search of relief in the form of nicotine. Piling everything back into subspace storage minus one of the beer, the cat obediently rolled the can over to Paul's outstretched hands with his front paws. "Paul-sama, I'm glad you're okay! You're not too hurt, are you?" Hopping up onto the bed, the Guardian Cat sat near Paul's legs. He had some idea of how close he came to becoming a pair of house slippers, but somehow, the lilac point managed to stay alive again. Itsuki chalked it up to being honto kawaii. No one could resist adorable cats! "Well, I didn't think you'd believe me!" Sitting back on his hind legs, Itsuki gestured like he normally did, little arms waving about like a human's might. "Besides, I can't do it normally. You know how you can sense people when you're Sodom? Well, a cat transforming into our human form gives off such a huge energy signature... I wouldn't want to risk anyone knowing that Pages live in his house!" Noah wasn't impressed by the tuna, so it stood to reason that explaining a humanoid form for cats would garner a similar reaction - dismissal or outright disbelief. "I've got a few more things in the works, but nothing solid yet. I did get Themi-chan to agree to meet with you! He's almost done with school so it's tough sometimes to find a good time to meet. You know the bank downtown? The one with the big clock? How does next week sound? That should give you plenty of time to rest! Oh, I should get you your things~" Out came the electric heating pad, cheesy action DVDs, gauze and other accouterments.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2018 2:27 pm
If Paul wanted to see his spouse again any time soon, he would have to get out of bed, put something on and come join him out on the porch.
Noah had stopped in the kitchen long enough to get a glass of water and a lighter and then he'd stepped outside, taking a seat on the back porch's steps as he unwrapped the plastic from the new carton provided by an eager to please feline. Out came a cigarette before the pack was pocketed and it was set between his teeth.
It was lit up without too much trouble and Noah Jones sat outside, despite the sticky heat and the ache of his body and muscles, nursing his smoke as he waited for the inevitable rumbling of his big lug of a husband to join him.
Which he would, if he knew what was good for him.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2018 7:13 pm
He took a long drink of the beer as Itchaki spoke, babbling on about powers and auras. Suspicions had been confirmed: the cat could go human. Apparently he didn't do it often, but a trick like that could be proven useful, if need be.
Wait.
If he could go human… why hadn't he transformed when he'd been cornered by the…
It didn't matter. What was done was done and bringing it up would only add several more tangents of conversation from the furball.
Once the beer had been finished, he set aside the empty can on the nightstand before throwing back the blankets and shifting his legs off the side of the bed. As much as he'd prefer to lounge, Paul Jones knew if he left his spouse alone for too long, the storm brewing in the ginger would build up to unmanageable levels and Paul very much preferred to stay on the good side of the younger man as much as he could.
Stark naked with no ******** given, he ambled over to the dresser to yank out a pair of sweatpants from the appropriate drawer. Yanking them up past his hips, he cinched the ties together before returning to the pile of stuff the cat had amassed using his voodoo-hoodoo space nonsense.
Oh, hey. Die Hard was in there. Maybe they'd have time to watch that later, should Noah's mood be placated.
Yoinking the remaining beer can from off the ground, he moved back towards the bed and offered his arm to the cat, presenting the opportunity for a shoulder ride.
“C’mon, kitto. Let's go see what the ******** is up to downstairs.”
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2018 8:00 pm
"Yosh~!" came the squeaked of triumph and soon enough, Paul Jones would have a fluffy, talking scarf to use as a fashion statement for the time it took to reach the porch where his husband was sitting. The Guardian Cat's fur was soft and fluffy, nestled into the stubble of Paul's neck. The older Jones being as tall as he was gave Itsuki an excellent vantage point. Pictures of the two men were sparse on the walls, though what few Itsuki could see on their walk seemed to be important. Special. Paul's gruff personality didn't seem to shine through the decor - that must've been Noah's department. Clean lines and style throughout. Paul was too beefy for such things, the cat supposed. Too beefy and too interested in Die Hard, beer and punching things. Honto manly!"Kitto! I like that, Paul-sama. Kitto!" Itsuki tapped his toe beans against Paul's broad shoulder as they neared the door to the porch. Hopefully, Noah wouldn't go nuclear and end them both. Itsuki was too cute to die! "I'll have to teach Zee-chan that. He doesn't really call me any nicknames. Just Itsuki or Jesus Christ, Itsuki or furball. Mostly furball." Once Paul pulled the door to the porch open and stepped through the threshold, it was do-or-die. Luckily, Paul didn't immediately become vaporized. Just to be safe, Itsuki kept to Paul's shoulder and let Paul do the talking. Perhaps the cat was learning just how close he'd been getting to being skinned and turned into gloves.
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