It had been days since what Priest aptly referred to as 'The Distaster,' and while he'd done fairly well at pretending the entire thing hadn't happened, it was hard to ignore it when Andrew came to his door, seeking some sort of response that Priest couldn't give. Seeing the other man just filled him with an ache, his whole demeanor drooping with sorrow. As he looked to Andrew his eyes caught on a mark on his neck, Priest could only shake his head and slink back inside, murmuring; "No, no, no."
Before the door could close, Andrew's hand reached out to halt it. He knew he should leave him alone, lest he make Priest uncomfortable or make him call the cops, but the shot or two of whiskey that burned at his breath made him bold. "I know I should leave you be." He admitted, refraining from forcing himself inside. "But I can't, not when being away from you makes me so damn sick. I can't look at myself in the mirror with these, I'd sooner peel off my skin if I could than look at them, Priest, my love... She's a venomous snake who's sunk her teeth into me, she could drink my blood, inhale my breath and suck the very life from me but she could never touch my love for you... My very last heartbeat, my very last breath, all of it would be for you, Priest, no one else... Believe me..."
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((Understandable if you want to be selective, but in case it's not too much to ask for...)) ♫ Klaus and Cal, ❅ Priest and Snatch, ✗ Aiden and Jenn, △ Adam and RJ c:
Anything for you bby <3Under read more cuz holy shit it's long.
send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them
Aiden wasn't much of a dancer, but he'd try anything once for Jenn. With prom coming up, and Jenn deciding that they would attend together, he apparently had to practice how to slow dance, even though it was the furthest issue from his mind, right behind how he would get the tuxedo, how his hair would look, and the fact that they'd be the only gay couple at school, which may or may not result in them being horrendously hazed a la Carrie White. Nevertheless, he was in Jenn's not-so-big living room tripping over his not-so-small feet, one of which caught the leg of the coffee table and had him knocking over his tiny boyfriend and landing atop him."Oh my god!" He shrieked, scrambling to get off of him, afraid he'd broken his rib cage with his sheer weight. "Are you okay? Did I squish you?"
send me ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower
So they lived together, sort of. She had a drawer of her stuff at his place and her father didn't question when she didn't come home. Surely John thought she was going through some weird phase, and trusted Klaus enough not to harm her, but from the outside looking in, it was a weird situation. Still, from the inside, there wasn't anything weird about it. Cal kept up with chores, it kept her mind off of things, and made her feel like she wasn't such a burden, and as she was trotting back and forth doing laundry, she heard a faint noise coming from the bathroom. Beneath the running of the water, she could hear the faint sound of singing. It reminded her of when her father sang her lullabies, a gruff, toneless voice attempting to sing despite all odds. It comforted her. She stopped, listened a short while, then kept going with laundry, finding herself softly humming the same tune while she folded.
send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours
RJ was naturally vigilant, it came from a home situation where catching any noise or signal could mean walking away without a scratch or fighting off blows from a superhuman PCP-induced rage. Therefore, even in the throes of passion (at this point, luckily, making out on Adam's desk) he heard a key insert the lock, which gave him and his lover enough time to hide in the closet before the janitorial worker entered. The closet was filled with stuff, books, papers, boxes of supplies, and who knew what else, and it barely left room for their bodies as RJ watched through a crack of a window that had been mostly taped over. His heart pounded at the thought of being discovered, and he wasn't sure if the thrill was good or bad. As he watched the janitor enter the room and begin his work, he began to wonder how long they'd be stuck there, if they'd have enough oxygen even, if the janitor would come to clean the closet and see them hiding there. Adam, however, seemed to have other plans, as RJ soon felt the space grow smaller with Adam pressing up against him. He shot him a look, as if to say "What the fuck are you doing?" but it wasn't clear if Adam saw it in the darkness. It didn't matter, either, because as RJ felt the rhythmic rubbing against him paired with the hardening under Adam's jeans, he became all too aware of what he was doing. RJ still watched cautiously, trying to ignore the way Adam's hands found his hips and pulled them back, innocently mocking his intentions by forcing RJ's ass to bounce back against him. He didn't refuse, though, when the other's fingers unhooked his jeans, and slid both them, and his underwear down to his knees. He couldn't ignore the sound of Adam's tongue wetting something just behind his ears, and certainly wouldn't pretend he didn't feel a strong, wet finger slip inside of him. "Adam..." He whispered, halfway between a scolding growl and a lustful moan. Fingernails scratched at the wood of the door, feet willingly spreading as Adam's foot nudged the inner arches of RJ's shoes. "Adam, oh fuck." He noted that the janitor had headphones in, at least he wouldn't hear any involuntary noises that came from RJ as Adam pushed his finger deeper. The younger male was offered a moment of peace when the finger slid out, only to be met with a warm member pressing into him, nearly without warning. At the same time, a hand came up to cover RJ's mouth, muffling the whine as Adam filled him. His eyes squeezed tightly shut, but he relaxed as the professor pulled out the first time, the pain quickly fading into pleasure as RJ began panting against the hand that held him with every thrust. In no time at all, he was far more concerned with bending into Adam's body as much as the tiny space allowed than the janitor cleaning just feet away from where they were fucking.
send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch
Snatch had a long day of laundering money through his new photography business. It wasn't a huge step in the legal direction, but at least he was spending his day with his hands around a camera and not in other peoples' pockets. It also meant that he worked a lot of the day, especially now that he was trying to fake dozens of clients and thousands of dollars worth of shoots to cover up that he'd been getting his money elsewhere for months. He worked almost night and day, and a night shoot had run early into the morning. Stumbling back to the apartment he shared with Priest, he opened the door to a heartwarming sight. Priest had fallen asleep on the couch waiting up for him, unconsciousness winning over his insomnia and his desire to see Snatch after work.Careful not to wake him, Snatch carefully kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the small couch with him, wedging himself between Priest and the back of the couch and wrapping his arms around him.
Andrew Fletcher is typically a man who prepares for his "date nights", but there was one night where he didn't even care to get a hotel or buy a gift or even wear his nicest clothes. He had known what he'd needed and he had known who he'd wanted so he found Mason and took him back to his small, plain apartment and fucked him. He never expected to see the boy's face in that complex again.
Yet, here he was, sopping wet outside, catching Andrew just as he flicked the end of his cigarette into a puddle.
"Chaton?" He murmured the nickname in disbelief as the other neared him. Had he walked here? How had he remembered how to get there?
No matter, Andrew decided.
"Come inside, Darling, oh..." He cooed, taking a cold, clammy, pale hand and leading the way up the stairs. "Don't worry, Daddy'll take care of you."
In his room, he began stripping the other down, differently than he had before. He was gentle but swift, going so far as to even drop the boy's damp boxers to the floor before ripping the comforter off the bed and wrapping it around the other. "What are you doing here?" He led the other to the bed, sat him down, and then went to pick up his wet clothes and place them over the radiator to dry. "C'mere, cuddle up to Daddy."
((totally thought I'd sent this already only to remember I didnt whoops :x)) Djinn rose to her feet, biting at the inside of her lip. She looked more ticked than anything, but if one looked hard enough they might find guilt in her eyes. That only serves to further irritate her, as she hates feeling like something is her fault. "Fine." Her answer came with a tick of her jaw. As she walked off, swaying her hips, she called back; "When your love-life spirals down, you'll know where to find me."
"Non, Djinn! Je suis désolé!" He called weakly as she left, watching her with an aching heart stuffed in his stomach as she strutted away. So beautiful and loyal even after he'd been so cruel. When he was alone, he slipped back into the chair, the weight of the guilt threatening to pull him through the floor. "Priest..." He whispered his lover's name. "Oh, god..." How would he ever heal this wound? Could he carry on without his love ever knowing? Could he lie by omission until he'd forgotten all about the mistake he'd make? Would he spend a lifetime wondering if Djinn would ever betray their secret?No, he would have to tell Priest, and before Djinn could, but would his raven haired angel cast him away? No, Priest couldn't risk that, could he?He left the apartment in a huff, ignoring his band of friends that were gathered in the living room, Djinn among them. He knew she would not be so bold as to mention what had happened in their friend's bedroom just then, but everyone would know that there was tension. He snatched up two beers from a cooler and fled. He would get drunk and attempt to distract himself from this whole thing.
She knew a handful of those words, and again her envy spiked, this time as they weren't being used on /her/. "I didn't make you kiss me." Her words were meant to bite. "I didn't make you lick my neck. That's all you." She had some fucked-up sense that, if he felt guilty enough, he'd keep from going to see Priest and instead remain with her. They were good together. They were best when they sinned together.
"You b-brought y-you-yourself close to m-m-me and s-sedu-du-duced me!" He stammered, "You knew I- I still would l-love you... You knew I could not resis-is-ist y-you... You came to me with th-that--..." He lifted his hands at her, as if to cup her essence, but exhaled in a swift breath and pulled his eyes away as if it hurt to look. He ached deep down to his bone marrow, feeling heavy and weak. He could not stand even if she lit a fire behind him. "Leave me, p-please, you vixen... Grant this dirty man m-mercy..."
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Djinn yelped when she fell back, but of course she didn't remain phased for long. "What the hell?" She huffed, masking her hurt with anger. She didn't know what it was that Snatch was shouting, but judging by his tone of voice and expressions it wasn't anything good. "I thought you wanted this!"
"You think I-... I wanted this?" He shouted at her, his hands touching his marked chest. "To cheat m-m-my lover?! To-t-to fall into the hands of s-s-some s-Siren!"
His eyes burned wet with tears, and when he blinked they spilled down his cheeks. He stumbled back into the chair, folding his shaking hands over his eyes. "Oh, mon ange..." He whimpered softly. "Oh mon amour... pardonnez-moi... pardonne mon péché..."
Where Snatch was gentle, Djinn was rough, dragging her nails down the front of his chest, expressing a desire to mark him up like she used to. "You going to keep talking, or use that mouth of yours for other things?" //I hope you don't mind but I'd prefer to fade to black if they go all the way ^_^; //
Snatch’s testosterone flared at her remark, his body replying before his mind could. He nipped at her neck and sucked softly her skin, tongue gliding out over the smooth skin. His hands found her waist, but he froze suddenly. His common sense had caught up with him, had made him realize what had happened in those last few, passionate seconds. ”Non!" He gasped, scrambling to push her off of him so quickly his teeth were still grazing her neck as she flew away from him. "la baise?!" He shouted, rising to stand over her. Where she had scratched him in passion, his skin burned in thick pink lines.
"Crasseux putain!" He cried out, tears welling in his eyes. It hurt that she would do this to him, that he would do this to Priest. He just couldn’t think, he could only feel pain and hurt. “Succube sorcière! Qu’avez-vous fait?”The urge to strike her filled him, the urge to destroy himself from the inside out racked his bones. Was this how his lover felt when he sliced his pretty little wrists?
While Djinn wasn't fluent in French, she'd picked up a few things during her time with Snatch. Those words he used on her she'd never forgotten. She dove back into the kiss, wrapping her arms tight around his neck to keep him there. Screw what's-his-face. Screw everything that wasn't them.
Andrew stepped back and pulled her with him, lifting her onto her toes and dragging her dainty frame until something, anything hit the back of his knees. He fell into an old, soft chair, sinking down with her atop him. He adjusted her to straddle his lap, his arms snaking closely around her. Seeking comfort in her familiar femininity, he rested a cheek against her breasts, warm and soft. He listened to her heart beat swiftly and steadily beneath it, like a river, and craned his head to kiss below her neck, feeling that same pulse in her throat. "Chaton." He murmured, nuzzling into her neck, his strong arms caressing her back softly as if she might break under his hold.
