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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Nov 5, 2012 16:34:29 GMT -5
Alex felt much better now he'd gotten all that out of his system. He felt as though he'd drank the equivalent of a bathtub filled with water and, fuck, now he felt something like twenty kilos lighter. So much better. Alex fastened up his belt and went over to the sink to wash his hands because, ew, bathrooms which weren't his were probably crawling with nasty things.
He was just shaking his hands dry when he felt someone tug him by his hair, making him gasp out of surprise and sharp pain. Who the fuck did that? You just didn't do that! It was his hair! The teen just about tumbled because of the slippery bathroom tiles under the soles of his shoes but, whoever had so rudely grabbed him, banged him into a bathroom. Alex's breathing caught for a second because ouch! That hurt!
Alex snarled out his protests but it came out as a slurred string of nonsense. His hands went up to his hair where the taller person was grabbing him, grimacing as he did. He squinted open his eyes when he heard... Zeke's voice? But it didn't sound the same... the guy didn't even look the same. Had he spilt his drink or something on him? Because he looked awfully pissed off right now. It didn't seem right.
Alex began to feel uneasy. Zeke had crowded him into a bathroom stall, he had him held by his fucking hair and... god... he wanted Alex to kiss him? "Q-Qué?" The teen squeaked, hoping that that hadn't sounded as pathetic as he thought he had. Fuck, he wish he hadn't drank so much... at least he'd be able to think straight.
"N-No... nononono..." He tried shaking his head but he was only really able to move his head a centimetre or so each side. His hand went into his pocket and dug about frantically for his phone. He was not fucking kissing anyone tonight. He'd had enough trouble with Silver coming onto him. Alex was not going through this again. "I think... time to go home... sí? "
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Zeke Ira Bennett
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[i]I'll taste your b l o o d tonight[/i]
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Post by Zeke Ira Bennett on Nov 5, 2012 17:47:57 GMT -5
I wanted to roll my eyes so badly at Alex right then. I think it was maybe all the drink that'd made him stupid or, who knows, maybe he was just a stupid guy. Did he really think that looking for his phone was going to help at all? with my free hand I grabbed his wrists. They felt so thin under my fingers that I was sure I'd be able to snap them if I so desired to do so. I bet they'd make a sharp, sickening noise if I did that. Then he'd heal, and I'd be able to do it again if I still felt the need. I gave Alex an intense stare, it was tempting. Everything about the boy was so slight and damn breakable. He reminded me of the runt out of a litter of puppies. Big eyes and small body, weak and pathetic, with only their doe-like features to really protect them from other beings.
"It wasn't a petition." I said simply, putting on a bored tone as I let my eyes roam over those pillowy lips of his, his rosy cheeks and slender neck. Mack had it really good. I know I'd told myself that I wouldn't, couldn't, intervene in their relationship but right now I couldn't help myself. It was the first close physical contact I was having with an Earth dweller and I was losing myself in it.
I closed the space between us, running my nose down Alex's temple and cheekbone, then backtracking and nudging into his hair, inhaling his scent all the while. He smelt of his shampoo, smoke, alcohol and then something that was specifically his. It wasn't something I could explain with words. It reminded me of vanilla, I don't know why. My nose had found his neck and my lips gently touching his skin, feeling the blood pumping strongly beneath it. I don't know why lust is considered a sin because it is a wondrous feeling. Maybe because it makes us do things like this... pin the sole person responsible for your survival against a bathroom stall like some cheap floozy.
I pressed my lips against Alex's neck. It wasn't anything extreme, it was almost soft and caring. Almost. I felt my breath, heavy and humid, on my own lips before I kissed him again, this time more feverishly and with notable hunger. My teeth skimmed over his skin aswell and I have never felt such an overwhelming urge to bite someone before. I didn't think twice about using my main power on Alex though... he might be drunk but I had a feeling he was going to make this kiss hard to take from him. So why not flood him with a pain which he wouldn't be able to shake off despite being a Healer?
Finally, my lips found their way up to Alex's mouth. It was rather shameless and not in my plans but I was an Earth dweller now and I had all the bodily functions of one. I pressed myself into Alex's lower stomach, rather brazenly, and, boy, that felt good. This was what I was missing out on all that time I was up in the clouds? "Kiss me." I tried again but I didn't bother waiting for an answer. If my powers were working how I wanted them to be I doubt Alex would manage a coherent answer with alcohol added to the equation.
I said before that I didn't want to take something Alex wasn't willing to give me. But I say a lot of things. I'm only a human-like creature now. Lying has never been easier and its turning into my favourite game. I pushed Alex's lips open with my own, my tongue venturing and searching for his warmth. I have no idea why I never did this sooner.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Nov 5, 2012 18:40:58 GMT -5
This really wasn't good. Alex breathed in short, rapid puffs through his nose when Zeke held his wrists above him tightly. What had gotten into him? Alex thought they were friends. He had fucking saved his life! And what the fuck was he doing in return? Oh, only scaring the hell out of him inside some dimly lit toilet compartment. Alex wanted Mack and he wanted him right now. He began to twist against Zeke's hold when he saw the man bring his face dangerously close to his own. He could feel his breath ghost over the side of his face and it sent chills down his spine, as well as tears welling up in his eyes.
This felt so surreal. Maybe someone had slipped some sort of hallucinogenic substance into his shots and this was all in his mind, vivid and scarily lifelike, but all in his head. He shivered on feeling lips on his neck, they were gentle and very real. It just made the situation more frightening. "I want to go home, Zeke, I--" Alex was unable to finish the sentence and, instead, trailed off with a pained hiss. There was a blinding pain in his head, as if his brain was just... going into overload or something.
Panic bubbled in his stomach because it wasn't going away! Alex's power made him capable of curing his body of any ailments but it wasn't working! Why wasn't it working! It was meant to work! Zeke's words seemed muffled and far away on his ears which were filled with a piercing ringing. Alex felt as though his head was going to explode and decorate the graffitied wooden panelling with brain matter and blood.
Alex felt something warm slide into his mouth, slick and intrusive, someone else's lips covering his own and stopping him from panting ragged through his mouth like he'd been doing. This was wrong! So fucking wrong! Alex jerked his hands downwards, feeling a sickening lurch in his stomach when he felt Zeke's hard on press into him. The alcohol he'd consumed sat like acid, churning and making him want to hurl. He got this trickling and bubbling feeling in his nose and he knew by the smell that it was blood. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this. Alex had only tried to be nice to Zeke. He didn't think he'd done anything wrong by him.
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Post by Zeke Ira Bennett on Nov 5, 2012 18:59:28 GMT -5
Alex wasn't exactly being very cooperative. I hadn't really expected him to do all that much but something would've been nice. But I wanted a kiss, and I was taking it so I guess I couldn't really complain. Alex's lips were supple and just how I'd imagined them to feel like. They felt nice even though he wasn't really kissing me back. Hopefully next time it wouldn't be like this.
I carried on until I tasted saltiness and a metallic tang creep its way into the kiss. I made the mistake of pulling back to see what was wrong. Alex's nose was bleeding, no doubt from my powers, and of course he'd be crying. Not openly sobbing but since it was quiet it just made it seem more tragic. I was a young Demon and I still conserved some of my angelic traits. I didn't want to carry this on anymore even though my body wanted nothing but just that.
I inched backwards and looked at what I'd done. Shit. I'd fucked things up royally, hadn't I? I wiped the blood that lined my upper lip with the back of my hand and began to try to stem it with tissue paper. It was strange and bad but... although I felt regret because of my lusty actions... I didn't feel sorry.
"Right... let's go home." I whispered, licking my lips and tasting Alex on them. I repeat, Mack really did have it good. The crimson liquid was seeping through the tissue and onto my hand, not showing any sign of stopping. I swore under my breath and lifted two fingers up to Alex's temple.
A short burst of energy. Goodbye recent memories. It'd be easier this way. I put my hands under the boy to catch him because his brain was most probably going to shut off for a few minutes while it rebooted or whatever it did whenever I used my powers. If anyone asked what happened... he was drunk and slipped in the bathroom, knocking himself out. It seemed very believeable... except for the fact that he didn't have a scratch or bump on him.
That was easily fixed.
I fisted Alex's hair and slammed his head sharply into the wooden panel, wincing slightly at the noise his head made when it came into the hard surface. "And now... I think its time to go home." I'd really messed things up tonight. But, despite that, I had fun.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Nov 5, 2012 19:51:35 GMT -5
Alex felt his head loll about when Zeke finally stopped kissing him. His head was killing him too much to really care about his lips stealing kisses from him. He vaguely felt the guy touch his nose and stuff like that. He squinted his eyes open and tried to see but everything was too blurry that he could only make out Zeke's figure.
Zeke said 'home'. Alex was sure he wasn't making that up. Yes. Home. Yes, fucking home. He wanted the intense throbbing in his head to go and he wanted to go back to Mack. He wanted to tell him what Zeke had done so he could fucking kill him. That guy had just blatantly betrayed his trust. If he weren't so... drunk and weakened from the pain, Alex would totally be giving him a piece of his mind right now.
Alex blinked his eyes open once again and narrowed them at Zeke, swaying slightly on the spot. But then, suddenly, everything went black and he slumped backwards against the wooden siding, slipping down into Zeke's arms as his legs gave way under him.
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