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Post by xiri on Feb 7, 2008 10:37:39 GMT -6
A dark, wavy haired man gagged at his deep sip of the beer they had brought together for themselves and giggled mercilessly, a goofy grin stretching out his somewhat handsome, but also pretty, covered in a tawny tan features which perfectly contrasted pale blue eyes and nearly non-existent thin blond eyebrows. He set his thin lips together and winked, nearly slapping a dark but also pale female sitting in between him and a darker complexed, much taller and more athletic Mediterranean man whose dark chocolate eyes peered towards him with indescribable mixture of what seemed like passion, hatred, love and surprise all at once and whose openly gaping round mouth did not help him too much to look more serious – now. “Yeah, all three-” The drunkard giggled, leaning in at the woman and giving her a long, deep kiss as he slipped his swift, thin tongue to her pale pink gloss covered tiny lips and pulled her closer to him and on his laps, feeling her waist and back although his arrogance hid him everything else, just like his drunkenness did.
“Gosh, Terr-” The other man groaned under his breath, frowning and knuckling the sofa they were sitting on as he was reminding himself to breathe, breathe steadily and calmly, no matter how offending the sight was for him of this little asshole grappling yet another female while drunk and more than likely going to forget her when he grew somber – again. And whine of the unbearable headache that followed every time he mixed vodka, beer and whiskey – or worse, wine and... whatever followed in. Or that 'scent' of him having just smoked some of those cheap cigars he had stolen just to poison him, this fool who was now ogling the woman he secretly admired and who him, honestly, had fallen for with since... well, exactly when was that, indeed? He shook his head and his nearly black long locks aside, grinning forcedly as he took his own glass and having muttered a curse followed with a toast, drank it down with a loud hiccup and frown, reminding him that his own lungs and kidneys were hardly better than this fool's.
“You fool, Terry.” He muttered again, eying the feminine waist bearing man lick the woman's who was unable to decide whether she wanted to escape this and run back to her own dorm or stay here and be that special one, hopefully for more than just a night – but what did she know? - sweet lips and kissing with a light suck-in the hollow down her throat, just about ready to start working is delicate, nimble like a pianist's fingers down her closely buttoned blouse which his fingertips had already felt well enough. Groaning under his breath as he felt his own ever suppressed feelings slowly to get the better of him, he downed another glass and shot another glance back at the boy. Terry, yes – Terry. No Derek ever, just Terrry. Te... Terr... Ter-rrry. Puck, Punk. But mostly – Terry. He could feel it how much he wanted to taste this man, but he had known for long that he was straight and he only cared about females – and God, had he ever though otherwise, what else could the motion picture of a softcore in front of his eyes could else mean? “Ragazzo caattivo.” He hissed, glaring at him as he shifted closer to the unlikely couple and landed his heavy, burning arm down on the guy's shoulder, turning him momentarily to face him with those eyes again.”Us three? You'd think I was foo-ffol enugh to think yo woould share yorh little presend toonight'?” He groaned again, facing the smirk that followed and eying the soft, feminine but still masculine hands grasp the girl further and giving himself another short of the drink. “You straight piece a' ass... Yo.... White!”
“Yo, you White and what-ya makes it-” The other one replied, teasingly mimicking his voice and accent they both shared as he kissed the chick on her red brown straight locks – the same shade of auburn just like his Puck's, yet different in texture and far longer and silkier, less puffy. “Straight ain't for experimentin'? Yo? Yeah, yo think again-” He pouted his already tiny lips to make them look rounder, yet even smaller, leaning forward to face Rich and send his light, but piercing straight to the depth of his emotions sight. “Ya want 'tis, Dick.” He grinned again, accenting the teasing nickname and sending an air kiss before he muttered and kissed the girl with his tiny passion upon her lips, “Naw? Don't deny dat, brother – don't, Bear.” “Nah, bro-” he answered, once more turning to face Derek and this time turning the guy's face as well to face his once he glued away from the Rosie. “Then prove 'at-” He teased an already drunk guy, putting his lips as well, flashing his eyes with determination to finally find out. “Why nat, bro?” The other one laughed out heartily, spreading the Germanic grin wider and leaning in so that he could nearly taste his hot, still drink and cigarettes stinking breath, “I know.. what my best friend... wants and needs...” Whispering, he punctuated each clause with a deep, penetrating kiss on Rich's lips until finally he retracted, deeply laughing at his achievement and not having noticed that the woman was out for a while, too disgusted and surprised by their 'experiment'.
“Gosh, you stink-” Rich whispered, licking away the taste as he sank back on his side and smiled with honest sincerity that his friend would have hardly showed. “-but stink is delicious, I must say. So delicious...” He whispered, peering darkly and expecting the other one to finish as he eyes the glassy, drugged eyed. “Want more, Bear?” The tiny actor licked his lips, curling up on the sofa and and laying in front of him as he shifted closer, nearly crawling into his laps, burning with both desire and unknowing. “Like, down and down.” The soft voice was teasing him as he sighed at his best keeping himself away from the desperation to grab this this straight White trash asshole he called his friend and accept him as a lover for that single night, even if he would not remember and throw up the morning after. “Then... ask.. naw. No?” Soft lips traveled down his flushing knuckles, raising up need to the painful level and kissing his wrist a second before they visited his flushed red lips and the slender frame rested in his laps, nearly rocking them before the goofy grinning guy kissed down his chest and was letting his hands go lower, but a split moment before he did go down, he raised the face up again and they both turned to face the silently croaked doors, a janitor standing in threshold. He sighed with satisfaction, softly shivering as the soft head landed down on his shoulder with a light sigh.
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Post by xiri on Feb 7, 2008 10:39:18 GMT -6
“You and Rose?” Straight, slightly more visible now that they lay in a less tan, blond hair framed face, light eyebrows slightly arched upwards, pulling the whole goofy face up but he knew better than anyone else that this naughty grimace was a just another well-mastered and thought out rubber mask, set tightly about the skeleton of Derek's skull. Thin, even thiner and far older lips grinner wider in an emotionally calm face as a calm, nearly somber voice of a smoker and drinker in rehab as he could tell by the way he scented continued with a toast of black coffee and a grin, “Gosh, who would have though back then?” “All but you, Derek?” Rich smiled, nervously wrinkling his nose at the sea of the scents about him and the set of other senses that were flooding him right now. “C'mon, you knew it.” He whispered as he eyed the still calm, still piercing light eyes and a light grin at him sipping the coffee while he gulped a light sip of the dark tea he ordered to himself. “No, no, no. And again – no.” He could feel the cheerfulness in his voice and his eyes, but they still kept a slight sign of the seriousness he was keeping aside. Maybe that was what failed him. Maybe...
“Oh, that-” He softly shivered at the change of Derek's face as he brought back his usual, nearly emotionless and steely look on. So steely, he thought. “Back then I was pissed off when you did not come and I flunked, but I swear – back then I could not tell it, like now I cannot read person's thought or emotions or what other crap I get from their palms... oh, give me yours, c-mon-” Sniffing the little man's hand as it neared to his subconsciously, he shook his head and retracted it, cupping the tea with his both hands and and taking a deep, nearly throttling gulp down his throat, he answered, “No, Terry. I believe your lie. But you won't lie me, you know.” “Go on.” Derek gestured, slightly raising his eyebrows but nonetheless not moving any other muscles on his face as he sipped yet another light portion of his coffee. “So, back to Germany, or do you prefer Sicily, man?” Steely, so steely. Yet always so desirable, even when being an ass, with a light and distinct fluid swiftness about himself, he thought again about the man. “Just be who you are. Yourself, that is.” He whispered shaking his head and gulping a drop of warm but strongly brewed tea.
“As if I ever had been anyone else-” Derek grimaced a little, wrinkling his right side of face and shrugging his teeny shoulders, yet so broad compared to his fairy waist. “Ever. You learn a lot in a future tellers' salon.” The face straightened once more and he sipped another coffee gulp. “I can bet, Terry. You'll always be him, though.” Rich paused, softly adding, “To me and to those who know you.” “You have to relax and enjoy, yet you look like the end of the world is facing you each day, man. What's wrong – Rich? Or d'ya prefer Dick still?” “Bear, just call me Bear.” He whispered lightly, eying the tiny smile that grimaced an otherwise still and dead, nearly chiseled face in front of him. “Bear, Bear... Oh, that Bear.” The man in front of him nodded, eying the bartender who had just passed in between them and to whom he could pay even less attention, yet it wondered him what did the man find so attractive in a lanky, bony even, blonde, as he got his own “Anna”. But to each his own, he thought again. “Anna? She's a Greek. A gorgeous, dark, just oh so gorgeous – so miniature.” The calm voice pictured him the portrait of someone his long-lost friend fell in love with. Good for him, if he did. “Yes, I did. And she's trying to make me drink and smoke less, even though she herself should cut down.” A tender smirk flawed his cut features and he smiled back at him as he smiled to himself, most likely. “How oddly fate turns.”
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Post by xiri on Feb 7, 2008 10:40:36 GMT -6
He had waited enough, just long enough. He could have guessed – but he knew just how long enough was enough. Enough for his little friend to take off or even change his clothes, to wipe off the mask of his visionary's face and the sweat it collected down upon his skin, to shake off all the memories of the nightly job, to even order a pizza, a vegan or salami sort and maybe – call his beloved Anna yet. All just from the scent he could feel and the soft beating of his heart as he eyed the store up in front of him. A flat Rose generously – or not so – gave up for him to have a place to live at and which he nearly failed. He could be such an idiot at times. Rich lunged forward, running up the stairs up to the door he could scent away from a mile away and knocked heavily, but gently with anxiety upon the tight wood. Tight, so tight, he reminded to himself as he shrugged into his own jacket. The door slowly opened, right after he was done with listening to the soft music resembling silent footfalls of his friend coming and unlocking them, light blueish eyes once more facing him as he waved him to get in, the steely mask still resting upon his face. Gosh, he hated it.
As he stepped through, he answered the two expecting kisses on either of his cheeks, instead of retracting suddenly cupping the man's face and giving him a locking passion filled kiss straight upon his lips, pulling his fragile frame into his tight, grizzly like embrace and risking to freak him out. Derek subtly fulled out, not even a tiny muscle moved out of its place in his face as he looked back to him, “Wow, Rich... That was unexpected.” He whispered with a light forced smile, slightly opening his lips and showing nearly perfect white teeth. “So, how should I-” He did not finish it as he was shut by another tight kiss, his body once more in the arms of his friend and as it ended, he nodded with understanding, “Why?” “I don't like other women... but men... and You-” He sighed out heavily, his arms pulling the “boy” again closer to him roaming down his chin, neck and back, resting upon his thighs and legs when he was hugged back. “But I am straight.” Derek pointed with noticeable irony at which he shrugged and kissed the blond lock away from his ear. “But you understood once.” He breathed out, expecting the answer he was given soon. “And I will again.” Soft lips reached for his and gentle fingers rand down dark, straight somewhat longer than Derek's bob cut mane, brushing off the fringe out of his sight and wrapping about his back as he continued the kiss deeper. “I will, Rich. Do not worry.”
He did not even feel it as he carried the light man over the room, laying himself and him down on the white, soft and as smooth as his own skin sheet underneath them two, panting as he kissed further and propped to be felt by the fingers that were exploring his tight, in a jacket of leather clad chest and occasionally missing out to his inner thigh, making him grow even more impatiently. “Just tell me how, umm, you guys do it.” He saw a little frown on Derek's face and smiled at is sarcasm. “And what were you told, Terry?” He mouthed flamingly as he kissed down the man's chest, removing his shirt and observing the smoothened out, waxed away skin he remembered having been scarcely peppered out with dark, wavy hair. “That you are freaks... and pedos like.” He kissed the guy back with a smirk and nodded at the last sentence Derek accented, “But they talk shit.” “Looks better this way.” The little one behind him added, shrugging at his answer that followed, “No.” “But it does on you, Dick.” He sighed as he felt tender lips caress his chest, slightly nibbling hi nipple and he he could not help it but repeat the same on his friend, not even taking any attention where at did they lay they shirt and merely rushing down to take off his jeans and feel the skinny, oh so tiny legs next to him. Those bony hips he remembered from the college and earlier. And the smooth, nearly always warm skin.
“I guess you'll just get in, then?” He softly shook his head at the tiny whisper and tender palm that was warming up his neck at which back they rested, nearly laughing at the next remark and biting Derek's neck playfully, “You'd always had a good one.” “Oh no, yours ain't useless either.” He chuckled, running his fingers down calmly and softly heaving chest and his lower abs, good enough for someone who was as lazy of sports as his friend was. “You seem to be into it, but I'll need some help.” Derek whispered as he ran his fingers down his back, pressing their chests a little closer as they nearly rubbed at each other. “Oh, not quick, not soon yet. It'll hurt.” He whispered, turning the man around to face his softly arched back, kissing it all the way down as he felt soft skin under him loosen up. “Hurt? Oh, how do you do it then?” He listened to the light chuckle, massaging his tiny, but still somewhat feminine buttocks as he pulled him closer and moved his hand in front, the other holding back on his back and slowly making its way down. “I've been both, but 'top' mainly.” “Can't hurt worse than being taken by a girl, can it?” He listened to the hush memory, softly kissing the back of scrawny neck and whispering, “Much more.” He softly pushed his way inside, softly feeling the light body behind him shiver before he turned around again and they faced each other again, diluting eyes telling him more than the light whisper, “It's... interesting.” Their lips kissed again, arms wrapping about as they got closer.
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Post by xiri on Feb 7, 2008 10:41:43 GMT -6
His hand raised the coffee up it held in a full embrace and a finger holding it in the air while he sipped it, the other one nibbling the fork it held in the plate of the spaghetti dish. Putting the black, still steaming coffee back he had smiled at the other man in front of him who was eating his own portion of American breakfast styled food and placed his hand loosely on the table top, feeling the wood while rolling the pasta around the fork after he took a dip into the tomato and beef sauce and snatched a piece of sardine on its way to his mouth, slowly crunching the meal with his teeth and silent expression. “You like pasta?” The dark man inquired, temporarily raising his head up before he chewed upon the toast and drank a little out of his glass of wine. “Sometimes.” Derk whispered in a usual tone, laying his fork back in to the plate and blindly seeking for more to take a bite on, using his other hand to have a sip of coffee again. “You see-” He started as he rolled the strand of the “pasta” onto its edges, red in the spicy sauce and slightly blemished by pieces of fish that stuck on the top it, “-it's no regular 'pasta', just spaghetti. And I adore both sardines and these spaghetti, they're far thinner and and much nicer to eat.” Smirking again, he had put the portion in his throat, tasting their deliciousness and mouthing after a gulp, “-And far less rubbery.”
“I see, I see...” The other man answered, frowning upon the sight with a tiny disgust and biting his own bread, not noticing even a tiniest sample of reaction from the person in front of him, who only gave him another grin and took up both a knife and a fork to cut off another piece he would eat soon. “Not Italian, eh?” Derek shook his head slightly as his eyes passed up and down the waitress, her tender but slight figure and a wiggle like way of walking when made her way through them and to the table. “No, not at all. Just a mixed mutt, that being all.” He replied calmly, focusing his sight on the meal as usually as ever. “And not out of closet, it seems.” He did not frown at all at the remark, though he found it amusing to be named a “gay” by one. “No more than any person I know. I'm perfectly straight, and it's my bad if I like crap like theater or visiting with those of other orientation.” “Sure.” The other one remarked, drinking more of his water and giving him a deeper glance. “I don't get those who claim they're 'bis'. Yuck.” Derek's eyebrows lightly rose up, he asked with a slight curiosity as he finally picked out another piece. “And why so? They're no different.” He slowly started chewing on the smooth pasta as he listened carefully through the following statement, “They problem... they do not exist.” “Go on.” He whispered with a smirk, gulping down the coffee to ease his food down to the stomach. “It ain't possible to be in bed with a man and be straight – or feel attracted to females. They just lie.” “Well, I know one.” He smiled, nodding a little, “He loves both, but is slightly more into males.” “Then he's just a gay who does not admit it. Ever made love with a guy, Derek?”
He sighed at the question, smiling as he whispered back with confidence and no apparent surprise, “Well, why deny it. Yes. But that does not make me any different.” He smirked once more, eating his nearly wholly consumed portion again and following the self-confident other man's remark with another smirk, “It does, it does. You just have to get that skeleton out. You've enjoyed it? Tick. You loved it? Few more ticks? You've came? You're suspect.” “Well, you know, I did not learn enough here or back then to be able to fake the stuff like the big thing, but why – what a hell, yeah, it was great. He's a hell of lover, I tell you that,” If he was not himself, he would have heartily laughed at the confused look on the man's face as he frowned his lower lip and gazed at him in slight disgust and wonder. He could feel the tickle of sour washing over him, but then he returned to the new way. “No guy who had ever made love with a man in bed and came to the orgasm is straight, I tell you that.” “Not me.” He smirked again, fishing his fork around the plate for a few more loose strands of the pasta. “It's based on attraction. And I do not find men attractive at all.” With a light pause, he added, “Not even him. Though he was just too good, knew all where, when and what and how.”
“Liar.” The other man replied with a voice voicing up his disgust and water flowing down his throat as if to wash away the yuckiness he felt and Derek could tell he recognized as well. “Maybe believe me, may not. But that's how it goes – we're friend; brothers, even – but not of the same parents.” Putting his lips together in a pleasant smile, he slowly finished his meal, enjoying every tiny piece of it and chewing them all over again until there was nothing to be chewed upon left. “Lying won't make you straighter.” He smirked again at the angry remark, feeling the need to slap the man hard but as always, never showing it with any gesture or facial move, softly replying, “Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice and could of men distinguish her election, sh'ath sealed thee for herself.” Once more she smirked with pleasure, noticing the confusion his words brought to the other man's thoughts. “What?” “Oh, I thought you'd know.” He smiled, sighing as he gulped his coffee. “I don't have to be any straighter – truly, he had to help me out as nothing would have aroused me had not he used his special touches on me.” “And I bet he topped you.” “Oh no, I've been both.” “Another lie.” The man whispered as he pulled away from his seat, angrily standing up and glaring down the ever calm dark-haired man in front of him, pretty sure had he grown his fringe longer and so his short cut, he would have been an epitome of what was called a faerie in not twinkish year: an elder, somewhat good-looking man who acted just so effeminate at times. But he did not voice it, yet Derek could tell that easily as he was not faking his job. “Look, bud, just get your coffee done and then back to the stuff, ok?” He nodded, finishing off his cup as he had nearly shrugged at the rushing away man's words, laying his hand next to his leg and feeling a tiny plastic box within his jacket's pocket. It was not any great or expensive, or diamond even, but he was willing to make it into such in her eyes when the time came. If he did not screw up in front of her first.
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Post by xiri on Feb 7, 2008 10:43:36 GMT -6
He was waiting in front of the door once more, shaking with the anxiety and fear if he failed, but he knew he could not, holding a tiny plastic red rose behind his back as his heart raced to the opening door and he sighed with a warm smile to his friend once more, glancing down his freshly shower touched hair and a towel that was about to slip off his skinny thighs and hips, sure noticing the “charm” upon his neck, a stylized horn. “Hey.” Derek smiled, inviting him and subtly raising his brows as he was handed the rose after a casual warm kissing greeting and hugged, answering with a light friendly peck on his lips and even letting him feel his lower body. Like he would have always, the little tease. “That... that's cute.” He smiled at the tender remark, cupping his face again and giving him another light kiss, softly laying his hands on the man's back and once more running them up to his neck. “I would not have thought you'd-” Derek started, but then he smiled again, returning him apassionate kiss of friendliness and slinking out of his embrace to put the gift aside, nodding to him. “I know, Puck.” He whispered, eying the man with soft friendly love and knowing he could not expect anything more from the man and he knew he could not push him even if he craved more.
He could hear light footfalls tapping along the kitchen room and soft hands fixing the slipping towel and he smirked at that, his eyes catching a photo of a slight dark tan wearing female, the photographer having been obviously more interested in her hazel brown eyes and previously up-done, then let down loosely somewhat straightened out black hair. He had to admit it she was good-looking, if a little bit too dark for him, but he still could see it – even if no other female besides Rosie interested him any longer. “She has a beautiful smile.” He reported to Derek, going away from the picture and softly smiling at the whisper like answer, “Yeah, she's stunning.” How odd it was to hear a tone of love in his friend's voice and he had nearly felt wrong for having to do what he had to. But he felt it coming, and it better was him than her who found out first. “And who's that-” He started asking, turning away for a while till he had noticed the man coming out again slightly drier, still coated with the towel and softly frowning, that alone telling more than his sincere word, “A landlord.” “A headache, too.” He whispered a with a toothy grin, nodding to no response and giving his lat appropriate question, “When's the day, Derek? When's it?”
“What?” He laughed out aloud with gentleness as the mask slid off his face and he could see the gaping goofy boy once more, his eyes staring widely at him and mouth temporarily stopping to talk. It even seemed he forgot to breathe for a while, but then Derek recovered with a light frown on his natural face, “How?” “You've been acting different. Don't worry, keep that poker face on if you want to.” His eyes followed him as he shook his head, whispering, “Nah, it's ok, as long a it's just Anna, Rose and you who know this my little secret.” He nodded, sitting on the sheet which he still could scent for their scents and looking at the smooth silver that blended so well with his friend's skin as he approached him and leaned at the wall nearby, “I guess it isn't just a date like visit with a light romance in subtext, is it?” He nodded, watching his boy sit by him and lay down on his back as he let his hand run down his smoothened out chest and shortly cut auburn hair, teasing the straight fringe that covered his paler-looking now brow. He could not help it but notice how slightly darker, nearly nearing light brown or dark green in the evening's light his eyes were now and how slightly darker and more visible his eyebrows were. “I like it that you're natural again.” He whispered as he lay a kiss down on his shoulder, noticing how the man looked aide casually. “I'll never have it that long.” “It's ok. I like the straight version, Terry.” He kissed him on his pouted goofy lips, laying nearby and slowly removing his jacket as he caught the glimpse of his eyes and a silent voice girlishly trying to sing, “Adelaide, Adelaide, everloving Adelaide, is taking a chance on me...” “Except she is Anna.” He nodded, stroking his boyish chin and exploring his laid down frame with his sensitive eyes. “Though she knows deep in her heart I'm a phoney and I'm a fake...” Derek added the line, sighing as he smiled and patted his hand upon his friend's, gently squeezing it. “Just like you are.” “Ugh, such a true song.”
He knew Derek would let him make love to him had he really wanted to and he knew it would be just their bodies, their feelings never reaching more than just mutual friendship – brotherhood, even, but never love, but his eyes and subtle moves also told him there was a certain but he should obey this time and he waited patiently. “Yes, this time just my willingness to help you out won't be enough.” Derek whispered, kissing him gently on his knuckles as his soft lips traced their way up and he nearly wanted to grasp the man closer to him. “Just tell me – am I gay?” He whispered as he kissed on his wrist and Rich had to press his legs tighter, answering in a lower tone, “No, Terry, no. God, you know you ain't.” “Then what am I?” He smiled at another whisper, stroking the man's cheek and leaving a friendly kiss on it, “A silly experimenter and teaser. One who would do anything to find out if it could be pleasing.” “A sensual odd critt, no?” Derek laughed, curling his legs up next to him and smiling as he stroked the thighs, softly going under the cloth of the towel and watching the light eyes nearly hide under the lids. “Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice and could of men distinguish her election, sh'ath sealed thee for herself...” Soft lips muttered again and he frowned for a while, trying hard to remember. “Hamlet?” He finally tried, receiving a light kiss and smile with a nod, a soft purr relaxing next to him, “Yeah. 'You can't be straight and have fun with a man in the bed', and bisexuals do not exist... ah, he must have thought I was hitting on him.” “But you were not.” He whispered back with a light kiss, stroking his chin again.
“What is the clause, Terry?” He whispered a question as he had looked up in his eyes, receiving a light nod. “It is very simple.” “Oh, do not tease me yet...” “Let me share the same with you what you do to me.” For a moment he was grasped with disbelief, but soon he gain remembered his own words and grinned with satisfaction, giving him passion filled kiss as he was stroking him further in intimacy. “That's truly simple. But I just want to pet you till you moan in my arms.” He whispered lower, holding his lips on the man's for a little longer than usually and then sliding his lips down the lithe chest, kissing in the tiny belly button he still could remember having been covered in oft hair which he had removed now. “Thrilling. But moan? Oh, will see-” He grinned at the serious response, removing the tied up towel and glancing up at his friend, looking up into the eyes, “You've always liked that, no?” “I-” Not waiting, he placed a light kiss below his abdomen and smiled at the soft arch of the small body, once more kissing him upwards till he reached the tender lips. “Just I need something more this time.” He whispered, pulling out the cuffs out of his laid jacket's pocket and using them to fasten the not protesting arms to the head of the bed. “You'll see.” He whispered to the light question in his eyes.
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Post by xiri on Feb 7, 2008 10:44:48 GMT -6
He felt the jutting out hipbones with his arms about the waspy waist, tenderly giving the mean just enough pleasing before he felt whole body loosen up in his hold and and the soft breathing turned into heaving. Ensuring he was right, he placed another upward kiss and started digging his nails into Derek's thighs, feeling him start shudder at the pain but keep himself straight until he reached the man again and bit down on his shoulder, drawing out more than enough of his blood and still patiently waiting till what he was here for as well would at last begin. His nails trailed down the whole shuddering and thrashing body, slashing and hurting his smooth skin – he even pulled the moving away silent face towards himself and gave him a savage kiss as he bit into his lips, but cold eyes were still keeping Derek safe, even though he could feel him opening up to the stir that was brewing within him. “So you like it rough?” He hissed, once more trailing down his kisses and nails to his abdomen, kissing the bleeding body until he reached his sensitive spot, instead of pleasure giving the man a throbbing, nearly severing bite and still holding him tight in his arms as he bit again, listening for a weep at last. “Stop it... what-” he followed the light whimper of torturing pain and once more laid on his top, giving him more of the torturing caresses as he continued to scratch his still clean and healthy skin with ever growing and elongating nails and teeth, his whole complexion darkening and giving his eyes and orange shade. “Obey me.” He whispered in a hissing voice, drawing even more blood out of the weak neck as he slashed his back and held the wriggling body behind him. “Let yourself out.”
“Fuck, I'm sick! Let me go!” He laughed out, watching the surprised but calm eyes as he bit onto his chest and laid another kiss, watching a trail of acutely his senses touching blood ran down the writhing thighs and stain the ground. “What's it going on?” He smiled, watching the expression on the man's face change as he shifted his bones, far too sure he could not last any longer – but something, something was stopping his friend. Something was holding back his anger and that what his fate had given him tonight. “Let that sickness take over you, Derek, let it. It'll be over, just let it out.” He hissed to his tender ear, stroking the bleeding chest and holding him under himself as he faced the charm once more, feeling how much it pulsed under his arm as he touched it. “So that's how.” he whispered, denying Derek's protests and pulling the talisman which he could perfectly identify now away from his neck and hurling it to the corner of the room, getting the hold of his both arms as he hissed at last to the ever growing rate of his heartbeat, “It won't last long now, I promise you. It won't.”
He pulled away, watching with a sigh of relief and slight satisfaction the man's eyes change from human's to the expressive shade of wolf's and back, painfully moved arms stretch into beast's claws and then shrink back to soft grey fur covered paws, marked with a light pattern of tawny, dirty brown and still possessing bleeding part wolf's part human's legs. His tightly shut lips tore open into widely set jaws, mawing at Rich but he smiled and waited, watching the body shudder and writhe as it crossed itself over a few other times, resembling either a human-headed shrieking wolf or a wolf with nearly human legs, till he had noticed a panting, curled up and paranoid timberwolf moving its tail behind it hid paws, softly growling a warning in between painful yelps now that he lay in the blood bath that was left of Derek's room floor. “Chill down, Terry.” He whispered to the little wolf, observing the fur leave him and once more smiling to the no less tense and frightened, whimpering even, naked male in front of him. He lay on the top of him, gently kissing his neck and and laying another kiss down on his breast as he smirked contently at the sound of the man being unable to hide the voice of delightful, but fearful soft moan. “I told you you'll yet moan in my arms.” He whispered as he embraced him and started stroking his skin, watching the various bite marks and scratches he gave him heal flawlessly. Laying a deep kiss down on his lips, he chuckled, “And we had not even begun yet.” Nodding in a tiny whimper, the man whose heart raced behind him wrapped his his still shaking and shivering arms about his neck and pressed closer to him, seemingly enjoying the new sensations his new senses were bringing to him.
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Post by xiri on Feb 7, 2008 10:45:32 GMT -6
He was laying soft, tender passion filled kisses down his laid boy's neck and trailing his fingertips down his ever sensitive and responding skin, smiling at softly blinking eyelids even if the rest of Derek's body only tamely trembled at his caresses. “I guess we have lived together for far too long...” The soft whisper touched him and he kissed the thin lips again, feeling the little body shiver under him and smooth hands pass through his back. “Too long to even consider this being too non-straight?” He whispered, laying another kiss as he breathe at his nape and frowned while the boy squirmed under him and wriggled out of his loving embrace, leaning into a jacket that lay awkwardly under the bed and finally returning in his arms for a few more caresses at which he craned his neck with a light mumble and showed the tiny ring that lay in small palm. “I'm starting to doubt mine... since this night.” He sighed as he kissed him again, tickling the plain, nearly copperish shaded piece of jewelery he was sure was going to be used for proposal. “Nice.” He whispered again, pulling the little man closer to him and brushing off his fringe off his eyes with a loving kiss, even if he knew the other man was here with him just for the sensual pleasure. “Those who are straight enough already do not have to come out even more.” He kissed the tiny lips, slightly biting them to hear a tiny whimper and receiving a nearly alike kiss. “You sure?” The eyes were asking him as well and he nodded, tickling tiny fingers as he faced the ring again. “Yup. Give that guy my Manhattan's address.”
“This will take a lot to get used to.” Derek whined, still laying with him, but frowning to other matters. “It's like... losing some sense, but being flooded-” “By many others?” He offered the man the answer as he stroked his boyish face and kissed him again, touching his body to Derek's on top of him. “You'll get used to it. Maybe you'll find some other way, even. I'm sure.” He kissed him deeper on his lips, moving his hands again under his back and feeling the other arms wrap around his, putting even more kisses down his lean neck he whispered, “I like it that you're back to your roots, little Strega.” “Stregone. And it's just partial, man.” He smiled at the silent response, stroking the smooth back in round motions, feeling it arch under him. “Bella figura, no?” He whispered with a grin, nearly laughing as he noticed the pouted lips of his friend, “Bedda. Bedda, I tell you that.” “Even if bidda, I would not mind it.” He laughed genuinely, but silently and smiled at a light kiss as he frowned at a tiny wince, “I guess everyone will turn me on now...” “Or will you make you hate.” “Umm, nights are gonna be promising be in wild... with Anna, indeed.” “You'll know how to be careful.” He smiled once more, rolling his fingers down the smooth silver that once more adorned lightly heaving chest. “I'll miss those nights. What a loss.” Derek whispered, slightly grinning as his eyes somewhat flashed, “Maybe I'll have to find some chick of us?” He shook his head with soft disapproval, giving him one of their last kisses as he returned, “Oh no. But it was a great joke, boy. I'll find some guy.” “Maybe he'll even be straight as me? ” Derek chuckled at him, softly raising his brows as his fingers ran down his worked out chest up. His eyes grew serious again, as he voiced slowly and softly with a real Southerner's accent to him as well as he could, “Now, vàsai me, again.” He smiled at the tiny request, eagerly laying another deep but friendly only kiss on his lips and resting his hands on his bony hips after he stopped cupping the little face.
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Post by xiri on Feb 7, 2008 10:47:58 GMT -6
Author's notice: I am sorry for my abuse of both English and certain Italian dialects, also the loose "story" plot and the persons the characters were based on. But as it is so episodic, and this is not he final version of the characters that I am sharing, if it is needed, any gap might be filled in in a non-linear post... Try reading this first.
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Post by xiri on Mar 3, 2008 16:51:37 GMT -6
You know, it would not hurt feelings just to tell if this sucked or not...
Oh well.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Mar 3, 2008 17:19:06 GMT -6
I think it's pretty good  I just haven't been online in a while and finally posted a chapter to 2 of my fics yesterday..... |
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Post by xiri on Mar 3, 2008 18:10:19 GMT -6
I am sorry. But thank you |
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Post by chadsloveslave on May 14, 2008 13:17:44 GMT -6
This is really good. I really like it.
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