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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 18, 2009 21:22:15 GMT
Never in a million years had he ever though he'd convince Kisuke to come here, of all places with him; but perhaps it was the festival mood in the air, the preparations, the energy, something that had gotten his introverted partner to agree with coming. well, okay, actually, it had started off as a simple jaunt around town; they had just walked, and talked, and before long Tawny had gotten hungry, so he'd dragged Kisuke off to find food, and they'd wound up; here, afterwards.
Tawny was obviously perfectly comfortable here, and totally open with their- um, whatever it was the two of them had. His long red curls were tugged half up and half down, bangs falling into those still-far-too sharp blue eyes, obscuring the right one, falling down his back in their usual wild disarray; clean, now, his hair was absurdly thick and frankly, everywhere. In a graffiti long sleeved shirt and ripped, baggy jeans, his clothing was at least less revealing then usual; but the thick eyeliner and shadow over those dark eyes clash sharply with the sloppy look. At first glance, one would think Tawny a woman in man's clothing. His arm was draped over Kisuke's shoulders, practically sitting in the other man's lap. The drink in front of him is not his first and while not drunk, saying Tawny was a little 'buzzed' would not be a lie.
It was very, very hard to get Tawny drunk. Not only because he had a very high, fast acting metabolism, but simply because Tawny had spent so much of his life imbibing. His partner, however, seemed reluctant to share in the warmth and fun that was being mildly drunk. "Kisuke, I brought you here for fun," He whined, reaching up to flatten a hand on the man's chest, stroking. "C'mon, babe, loosen up a little.Ain't gonna hurt nothin'." He grinned impishly, dimples out in full force, slightly dazed blue eyes none the less fully aware and full of a deadly, playful impish mischief.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 18, 2009 22:01:41 GMT
It was nice to finally get out. When they finally woke up that afternoon, it was as if the results of the storm had magiked itself away, leaving the dry and uplifting mood of the dream town. Kisuke hadn't been out to just explore the town in ages, seeing as he ran his shop during most of the week. With instances like the dragon watch...it almost seemed better for him to stay open...but today he'd have a break...with Tawny. The red head seemed to excited about going out that Kisuke couldn't refuse even if he wanted to. That and taking Tawny out meant that he would stay clothed...or so he hoped anyways.
The taller man strayed away from his usual ensemble and instead went with a golden brown button up that brought out his eyes, as Tawny noted. He matched that with a simple black suit jacket and slacks. He felt the shirt was colorful enough and his favorite color was black. The day went alright, swirling down to a nice dinner and now drinks apparently. Now that was something that the raven haired man wasn't exactly for, but if one was to be jolly, why not in a pub somewhere...and that was how Tawny half dragged him to the local watering hole. They received an indifferent reception, but there were a few looks from Tawny's...erm...outward attitude. A stare down from Kisuke kept things in order though.
"I really am not much of a drink Tawny. Here and there every once and a while." he replied, having a small bit of his beer. The stuff was unrighteous, but he thought it early to be hitting the whisky he was used to ending the day with. As far as he was concerned, Tawny wanted to get him intoxicated right then and there an Kisuke wanted to avoid that out in public. Not to mention there was a guy on the other end of the bar that kept eyeing Tawny questionably. Kiki would keep an eye on him.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 18, 2009 22:12:31 GMT
"Clearly." He laughed and gave a playful little pout, tossing that red mane over his shoulders. He fell back more into his own seat, draping across the bar like a lazy cougar. "I think you could make that drink last all damn night. That's not even beer. It's caramel-colored water, is what it is." He raised a brow as he felt the man at the end of the bar looking at him, and lifted a hand to wiggle his fingers cheerfully, winking. He then sat up, taking his own drink in hand.
Yes, getting Kisuke drunk was exactly what he desired; he wanted to see if a drunk Kisuke was as open as a half-spooked, tired Kisuke. Wondered what happened when the inhibitions went down. Particularly now, in that outfit; striking. Dark, and striking, always so stiff and proper but gods, he was handsome like some kind of dark warrior. "You look gorgeous, did I tell you?" He muttered around the drink, winking an eye.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 18, 2009 22:31:17 GMT
A smirk appeared, as elusive as it was , jut before disappearing into the seriousness that was Kisuke. He was right, the beer pretty much was caramel-colored water, but he was sure that colored water tasted better than the crap he was drinking. He would only be able to put up with it for so much longer before it ruined his taste buds. He could wait out the drink the whole night or actually get something worth drinking sometime soon. He looked toward the shapeshifter and smiled, chuckling inwardly, "Thanks...Only for you..."
Fine...
"Bartender, can I get a whisky on ice...?" he said smoothly, finally pushing the mug away. The bartender nodded, turning to pour him a glass of something worth his time. He pinched the bridge of his nose in absense of his glasses. He wore them so often at times that he felt naked the few times he did take them off. That and he had the constant memory of Tawny wearing them in his mind...giving him more of a buzz than any alcoholic drink could give. "Are you happy now?" a brow raised to the joyous redhead.
The small pub was bustling alright: a few tables playing a game of cards, some drinking games going on and definitely a lot of pick ups. "is it full like this every night?" Kisuke asked the bartender as a short glass was slid towards him. He took a sip. Much better
"Nah, people are just really in the mood toe celebrate. The festival only comes around every so often you know," the bartender chuckled. "I've never seen you in here before, but you should let loose. Your friend here has."
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 18, 2009 23:53:06 GMT
Tawny laughed again gently, reaching up to brush Kisuke's hair back and let his hand drag over the slender face, eyes dancing in the semi-dark of the bar, vibrant blue that almost seems to glow in the dark. That's Tawny for you; a neon beacon that should come with his own warning sign. His grin grew even wider, revealing those little canines, and he was suddenly half back in Kisuke's lap, toying at the top button of the man's shirt, rolling slightly to some music playing only in his head. He leaned closer, half lidded eyes staring hard right into Kisuke's "Very." He purred out, one hand gliding around the back of his Kiki's neck. He moved away only long enough to let Kisuke sip, but not far, and not off his lap.
He glanced over his shoulder at the bar tender, throwing a second wink and shrugging. "I got no inhibitions to let go of, love." He cooed, laughing and leaning back on Kisuke. "I'm always relaxed. Though this place sure as shit helps. Kisuke helps, too, don't you, Kiki?" A warm, bubbling laugh was let go from the bottom of his chest; not nearly as drunk as he's acting, just purely happy. He's happy, and that is something he hasn't been for far too long. This exuberant, want to dance and laugh joy that radiates through his eyes; apperantly Kisuke was just what the doctor ordered. Sadly, that might not always go both ways.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 19, 2009 0:17:16 GMT
Tawny's eyes were definitely something to be cherished, the bright blue his choice of view in the scene of the bar. The playful demeanour of the red head came right on cue it seemed, the bubbly man playing a one sided game of chicken with the button on his shirt. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if he was some kind of jungle gym of sorts. The slender male just took a love to being on and around him that he wouldn't doubt that is what he was thinking. Kisuke hadn't made any advances thus far though, not quite trusting himself after the events of the early morn. Though as the man settled into his personal space, his drink free hand managed to settle on the shape shifters thigh, toying with the fringe of one of the jeans many holes absently.
And it appeared the ball was in his court again as his unwilling nickname was announced. Of course he didn't approve of it at all, but it showed that he wouldn't be able to shake it for a while...or ever...as long as Tawny was around. However...his mind was starting to change a little, the longer he was around him. He didn't mind if his Red Tabby called him that. Though, he wouldn't let him know that. He sighed with mock annoyance. "Do you still insist on calling me that?...I guess at the very least I can try to enjoy myself."
Just then a man got up from one of the tables and hitched himself up on the bar, "Hey everyone! To the Festival!" He raised his drink triumphantly and around the room people raised their drinks in a chorus. "TO THE FESTIVAL!" Kisuke happily raised his glass to that, then taking a swig from the glass, nearly finishing it off. This wasn't too bad he denoted. Glancing at the other end of the bar during the praise, he realized the man was gone. Though his location was found on the other side of Tawny.
A tall heavy set man now stood by Tawny's bar stool. He had a thick tuffet of dirty blonde hair that stopped at his shoulders as well as a 5 o'clock shadow. He had a shirt with the sleeves torn off and a courageous number of tattoos upon both unsheathed arms. His tattered jeans rivaled the ones that Tawny wore. It didn't help that he looked like a black smith with all the metal he was wearing on him and peircings.
"Well aren't you just a pretty kitty," the comment of course directed toward Tawny, the mans stark green eyes scanning the smaller man up and down.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 19, 2009 0:34:49 GMT
He sensed the mood shift instantly, and was content indeed with how things seemed to be going; Kisuke, realxing, drinking, and yes, that was skin on skin there, fingering one of his jean's holes, making it subtly bigger. He'd won the button fight and now was on the second, apparently, it seemed, well to working his shirt utterly open. He laughed again, pressing a soft, shy kiss to Kisuke's lips and pulling back just enough to tease. "I do and always well, Kiki my darling." He drawled, seemingly not noticing that he'd just implied that he'd be around for a while. Either he'd missed it, or.....or he meant it. "Just try? Oh, Ki-su-ke, I'll make sure you enjoy everything. Life. Me. This." He laughed again, pulling the man into a second long, lingering kiss, right there in public.
He pulled back at the cheer, chorusing with the group of people willingly and lifting- then polishing off- his own drink. He set it down on the table again, turning lazily to face the man who now stood closer. His eyebrows lifted, and his dimpled grin turned lopsided and cheeky. "You know I am, tough guy." He purred out, and his eyes went husky and half-lidded the way they'd been when he'd first seen Kisuke. He ran a hand along his own hip, and when it his Kisuke's hand lurches away as if burned. He clambered out of his lover's lap, ordering yet another drink and turning back to the lumbering blond.
"Careful, handsome," He said at last, tipping the drink back when it came. "You're comin' awful close to flirtin' with a taken man." His lips curled in an impish, inviting grin that suggested....terribly, suggested he didn't mind in the least.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 19, 2009 1:07:16 GMT
Even from the shy little kiss, he could taste the alcohol on his lips. Though with his slow change in the state of being, that was slowly becoming a non issue. Though, that pulling away quick thing? That would have to stop. The next words of "encouragement" from the red heads mouth however, did have kisuke seeking out a little more from the next kiss. God he was an amazing kisser. He found himself leaning into the kiss, not caring what a soul thought of the pdf. There was definitely a longing there after. This man had to be the devil the way he used and abused his lips, his body, his mind. The attacks never really ended, but Kiki's defenses weren't like they used to be either. So bothersome...
Then there was that guy...he started to ignore him, finishing off his drink and asking for another. The absense of Tawny on his lap told him he should do otherwise. Tawny was flirting back. Kisuke felt that heat rising again...but not the same way it had in the bedroom. He was livid.
"Hmmph," the man grunted, a toothy grin appearing on his face. "Taken by whom? That plank behind you? Heh, You haven't been anywhere till you have been taken on this ride." A gauntleted hand came up to motion to the rock hard picture of health. "I don't think he'll mind me taking you off his hands. I can show you a time that he definitely isn't..." Blondie reached over, running a finger under Tawnys chin. The last straw for the fuming Kisuke.
"Excuse me," said the collector, turning to face the two. His eyes in a half lidded glare, brows knitted into a frown, he stepped off he stool. "I believe we were having a fine time till you showed up and I don't think you will be taking him anywhere." His voice was low and rigged. A slender hand came to wrap itself slowly around Tawny, running along his waist band a little before pulling him closer in a somewhat protective stance. HIs teeth gritted a little, knowing that this might get ugly. Though as he pulled his lover closer, his scent filled his senses and he knew he was ready to brawl over this. He wouldn't be ignored.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 19, 2009 1:31:52 GMT
Tawny's playful smirk evaporated as the bigger man's rough hand takes his chin, replaced by something dangerously close to fear, even though that couldn't be true. Could it? "I just bet you can, blondie." He purred again, but didn't reciprocate the touch, just sat under it, still and half frozen, a coy, playful grin on his lips. But there was something dark, and fearful....and twistedly longing in those blue eyes. Something that wanted to be abused. Something that wanted pain-and wanted to cause pain.
And then Kisuke was grabbing him around the waist, and the spell was broken. "Kisuke." He gasped softly, surprised at the sudden possessiveness. Not that it was unpleasant; but it was unexpected, and flattering, and no one had ever] been like this around him, not in this way. And he liked it. Oh, did he like it when he was fought over. But this time-
-it was scaring him. Because he honesty cared for- he didn't want Kisuke to- he- he-what?
He shivered at the scent of his Kisuke, so unlike the sweat-and-drink stench of the blond bully; but faint musk, and alcohol, and just good, like Kisuke always smelled. Comforting, somehow. He leaned into the hold, relaxed against it dispite not wanting to. "Kisuke, stop it, c'mon, don't start anything." He whispered, hand resting on the smaller man's chest. He sends both combatants a coy look from under half-lidded lids. "Gentlemen, please, I'm not that special. Plenty of other pretty kitties around, right?"
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 19, 2009 2:02:03 GMT
The other man snatched his hand away. Kisuke had a just shy of murderous look in his eye towards the now laughing blond. He didn't seem a bit afraid of the man, laughing in his face like that. His free hand began to glow red, the collector itching to brand the mans face, how dare he lay a finger on Tawny. Though his anger waivered for a moment, as he felt tension from the red head and his whispered plea for him to stop. "I've started nothing here...this bull faced walking fence started that game..." His eyes never left the blond. The tattooed man stopped laughing, storming green eyes latching on to Kisuke.
"Gentlemen, please, I'm not that special. Plenty of other pretty kitties around, right?"
"You are far better than this...man here. He doesn't deserve to speak to you. let alone touch you..." retorted Kisuke, without a blink. The man stepped forward and Kisuke immediately moved Tawny behind him as the men came face to face.
"Take it outside guys!" called the bartender from the other end of the bar.
"Heh...I don't need to deal with this...you can keep your tramp. I got bigger fish to fry..." said the man snidely, grinning as he walked off, daring the raven haired man to follow, but thankfully, he didn't. He had plenty of time to track him down later and torch him. The once red hand turned to normal again....and Kiki took to going back to his seat, throwing back his drink nearly as soon as he sat down. Granted he was still angry....but he didn't say anything. Running a hand partially through his hair, he called another glass of whisky...and it would probably be his last.
He needed a cigarette.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 19, 2009 2:21:35 GMT
"Kisuke!" The plea came again, louder this time, more urgent. Tawny was fighting to get free of the hold, his eyes wide with surprise and uncertainty. "I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it." He snapped, managing to tug loose at last, pushing his hair back with a free hand. He looked frazzled now, and a little frightened, though it wasn't the anticipatory, thrilled fear of before. Now he just looked- lost and confused, like he'd been set adrift.
"You are far better than this...man here. He doesn't deserve to speak to you. let alone touch you..."
I- Kisuke..... He took a step backwards, shaking his head in denial. Not the reaction he thought he'd get. None of this was going the way it was supposed to. He shouldn't care what harmless flirting wrought. He wasn't owned by Kisuke, he should be angry-angry that Kisuke so violently claimed him. He'd already told the man he'd do what he wanted and go where he pleased, what right did he have to step in?
The anger is there, now, but still a stomach-twisting sensation at the memory of the words. Oh, Kisuke, you don't understand me, do you? Poor, naive Kisuke. And then he was being moved back. He shot a helpless look at the bartender, shrugging, grabbing at Kisuke's arms.
"Heh...I don't need to deal with this...you can keep your tramp. I got bigger fish to fry..."
A minute flinch on Tawny's part. The blond knew what Kisuke did not. He understood what kind of person Tawny was. Kisuke's hand returns to normal and Tawny took another step backwards, staring blankly at the man's back. He thinks I'm better then that. He thinks I'm-he-no one's ever thought that. Why does he think that? He took his seat again slowly, placing his hands flat out on the bar. "You shouldn't have done that." He muttered at last, eyes on his glass as his fiddled with it. "It was harmless, Kisuke, it was just fucking flirting."
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 19, 2009 2:42:00 GMT
His anger subsiding, he now had to deal with the numb ache of his skull, a migraine starting. Well, luckily for them...it was all over. No...Kisuke wasn't happy with the end result, but he would have to deal with it. It wasn't the flirting that necessarily angered him...it was what was suggested from the situation. Was he just supposed to let the two of them just walk off together and do whatever? He was not appeased with that idea. His heart even ached a little at Tawny trying to defend the situation and smuther it. He took a deep breath, staring at the wall of bottles across from him. His hands were gripped into fists.
"Why shouldn't have I?" exclaimed the collector, turning his slightly surprised gaze onto the solemn red head. "You think I cared that you were flirting with him. I could care less... (lie)Though was I just going to take what he had to say? I don't think so," his voice was grave. He pulled out some money and slammed it onto the counter, not even bothering with his last drink. "I don't know what that man had on his mind...and now that I think about it...I don't know what you were thinking either. Though, if you want to side with him, then you best follow him...If thats what you want."
Kisuke got up, looking away from him defiantly, "Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't have done...I feel that way I do for a reason...but if you don't think you have been through enough trouble and problems, then by all means, do as you please...But I won't be here to watch you..." He walked past the red head, almost like a cold breeze. He began to pull out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket. Leaving as if nothing had happened.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 19, 2009 2:59:44 GMT
His head jerked up at the words, blue eyes wide and hurt for just a split second. All thoughts flew out his head, and suddenly he was back at square one. Of course he'd understood wrong. Of course he hadn't really thought Tawny was- of course he hadn't. His anger melts away, gut twisting savagely because, damn it, he'd wanted to hear that again, wanted to hear you're better then him, you're better then this. He shouldn't have wanted to hear that. It shouldn't have mattered. His hands fisted on the table top, and he focused on that anger, brought it to the surface, blazing and raw, and fed it with hurt and insecurity. And when he looked up, his jaw was set, lips twisted wryly and a cold, cruel light in his eyes.
"He wanted to fuck me, is what he had on his mind." He snarled back, voice tight and clipped, a nasty little smile starting on his lips, more bearing his teeth in a snarl. "And you damn well know it. And of course it's not what I want, but hell, Kisuke, I am a-stray." He changed the word at the last moment, but it came out with the same connotations. "I told you that the moment we met."
He stood when Kisuke did- this was not over, oh no, far from fucking over. His own drinks on a running tab, he simply follows his partner out. "Don't you dare judge me, Kisuke Leemara." He snarls, stopping in the doorway. His arms wrapped around his middle, eyes focused on the dark form of the man he'd become so fascinated with. The man he loathed so deeply at that moment. "You don't know anything about my life. Nothing." The wind swept up his hair, stirred it and pushed it into his face, but he didn't move to tuck it back. "And you don't own me. You don't have the right to-" He stopped, jaw clamping shut. "Fuck you." He hissed at last. "Just fuck you, Kisuke."
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 19, 2009 3:21:24 GMT
Kisuke wasn't a smoker, or at least he didn't think himself one because he rarely did it. It wasn't a social thing either...it usually only happened when he was angry or stressed and he was both right now...and the level of intensity was only increasing with the coming conversation. He let Tawny say his piece, each part of the heightened speech pegging him right where it hurts. He was hearing a lot of things that he didn't want to hear or believe. Though, he didn't run, he merely walked outside and stood under the cover of the roof, leaning against the pubs wall. It was rather dark outside and cloudy as well. Very little could be seen outside of the small flame of the ligher that Kisuke pulled out, illuminating his face for a moment. She stood far enough away from the door that only the hard outline of his face could be seen from the small light of the cigarette.
All that Tawny said was true. He had made no promises, nor had he expected much in return...or so he said. That didn't mean that he wanted to hear it over and over again.
"You're right...I don't," he finally spoke up. Blowing out a fresh cast of smoke. "You are very right...I don't know a damn thing about you...and it was made very clear just now." The collectors voice was not forceful, by any means, nor was it very loud. Just enough for Tawny to hear as Kisuke faced no one in particular. "Hmm I guess I should be saying something like I am sorry. We made an agreement to have some kind of dysfunctional relationship till we found something better. Looks like I stopped you from shopping around."
He drew in another bite of the cigarette, sighing in the relief he was slowly feeling. Not enough to change his mood, but enough to make him feel better. He finally looked over, his eyes slightly reflected to the light of the bar.
"I want to ask you something though...since I don't know anything, do you do it for free or at a price? Did I give you enough for your services or did I pay too much?" the last part was so cold. Games Games and more games.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 19, 2009 3:39:59 GMT
He snorted, taking a slow step forward, eyes locked on the man's face. "Bah, like that blond haired oaf stood a chance with me. I do have standards." He muttered, at last pushing his hair aside, coming forward more slowly. His tempered seemed to have flared and died out, and now he just looked tired and small. He would regather in a few moments; would become his usual self with the ease of slipping into a new suit. Already, it's coming back. "I prefer my men to be more flesh then metal. Can't help it if those kinda guys think I'm pretty. After all, I am pretty."
He made a face, straightened his shoulders, turned his slow walk into a saunter....slowly morphed, just as he might into a different form. "Besides, he didn't stand a chance compared to you. Haven't seen anyone that has yet." He reached up, touched his bell, made a face again. "Gods, that smells nasty, Kisu-" He cut off at the comment, his eyes flickering down to the pavement. Then he looked back up, with a flippant shrug. "I duno, you think you got your money's worth last night?" He asks with a low, husky laugh, grinning, but it's the same coy, empty smile he gave the blond at the bar.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 19, 2009 8:23:43 GMT
It was a relief to hear that Tawny wasn't interested in the other man, but...that was the only relief that Kisuke was given in that sense. He had been ready to pick the man apart from what Tawny said, but he let the man live and leave. The blond's only luck was if he never met Kisuke in a dark alley somewhere. The collector didn't care what Tawny's previous practice was...he wasn't a tramp to him and would be damned if he let just anyone call him that. The only reason he let the man go was because Tawny begged him too.
As the man inched closer, Kisuke thought to leave, but instead stayed, listening to him. and hearing him out. Yes, he was very pretty...Kisuke had found himself just staring at him much longer than any should. Though, he knew it was becausre of the eyes, the one thing he had nearly never seen before and now they looked up to him through the darkness. The questioning was slowly coming to an end though...with the last question.
But...Kisuke refused to answer it. He refused to acknowledge the question, because that wasn[t what he wanted to hear from Tawny. He hoped that that was not how the younger man thought and he wasn't just some gig. However...he must have been mistaken to expect so much.
"I...I can't come back here..." he started, turning away frm Tawny slightly. "I won't be able to come back here and watch you do this again...I won't be able to handle it it seems. If you wish to stay...then you can. I think its about time that I headed back to the shop." His first and probably not last cig of the evening dropped from his lips to the dirt as he stomped out the light. "You are welcome to join me, but maybe you shouldn't.."
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 19, 2009 8:43:08 GMT
"Shouldn't?" A pause, and he stopped advancing, he reached up to brush his hair back self consciously, hand coming to land gently on his bell. "We're not having this conversation again, are we, Kisuke?" He asked mildly, shifting his weight to a back foot. He laughed, trying to stay casual, trying to stay calm. In actuality, his mind and heart were both racing, and he was dangerously near panic. This was not like when he'd argued with Kisuke about letting him stay. If he walks away now, he's sure it'd be a hell of a battle to get him back.
And why should he want him? He was a stray, damn it, he didn't need anyone. He didn't need anyone!
He watched the man stride away, wanting to follow, body stiff with indesicion. "Fine." He snaps at last. "Fine, Kisuke, skulk off then!" He whirls, moving back the other direction, back to the bar. He would find someone, tonight. Find them, and use them, and then- what? What would he do then?
Anything. Anything, so long as he could return this to a game. could stop needing Kisuke so badly.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 19, 2009 9:59:20 GMT
Yes, that is exactly what he had said. Kisuke was thinking about what they would be like after something like this. Kisuke knew that he would do something like this over and over again. That he would keep the man from his happiness...or rather...keep him from doing what it is that he came to do. It hadn't taken long for Kisuke to realize that he was jealous hearted...and it would only get worse with each night "this stray" went out and did things to his hearts desire. He'd already gotten so caught up in this, the migraine definitely still there.
The who issue behind their whole agreement was...if he could deal with Tawny doing whatever. He had made no promises to hold back, but Kisuke had pretty much agreed to being okay with it. No terms had changed...he had just left himself with the short end of the stick. The question was now...did he...no...could he still let things be?
"Tawny...I'm still here," he said turning back towards him slightly. "You've already seen the mess I am in there. I'm not stopping you from coming with me...I just want you to think about if you deal...with me...I broke the rules...and I may keep breaking them. Can you deal with that?" his now gruff voice called out to the red head as he retreated. Kisuke couldn't make him do anything right now. Even though all he wanted to do was snatch him up and force him away from here. Things didn't have to be this way...but now...he this obviously was what Tawny wanted...
...Not Kisuke's selfishness...
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 19, 2009 10:16:21 GMT
And that's all it took. He spun, and gives his hair a second toss, his blue eyes sparking defiance, and anger, his jaw set so tightly it's white and his body language proud and strong. Like the cat he so often resembled, he seemed like a prince in rags, a Persian cat trapped in the form of a tattered tom. He took one hip-swaying step back towards Kisuke, then another, sauntering slowly, until he was inches away. "You," He hisses, "are very bad at this game, or very good. But it is a game. It will always be a game. It, and I, are not worth what you almost did tonight." He was right in Kisuke's face now, hand flat on his chest, but his claws bite down, through cloth and into skin, drawing blood. "Do not," He snarls, "ever do that again."
He reached up, brought a thumb along Kisuke's lower lip, then pulled away. "I can live with you breaking a rule or two." He said. "But don't expect not to get punished for it. And now, darling Kiki, can you live with the fact that this is only a game and I am only a toy? A stray. Forever a stray, never to be held."
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 19, 2009 13:47:55 GMT
Everything they had done. Everything that had happened in the last few weeks suddenly came crashing down into the incinerator. The fact that Tawny thought he wasn't worth the trouble of a little fight seemed to bother him a lot more than the nails being dug into his chest. He merely winced. There was no care or passion there...just another wound to add to the ones the red head had already caused. The thought of Tawny digging his hands through his chest, ripping out his heart filled his mind...and right now...he didn't think he would stop him. The dark effects of blood were evident on his shirt, the gold caramel shirt ran dark with, mimicking the color of dark chocolate...but an illusion of his mind. He never thought that Tawny could be so vicious...
"...And now, darling Kiki, can you live with the fact that this is only a game and I am only a toy? A stray. Forever a stray, never to be held."
His mind screamed foul as Tawny touched him...just the brush of the thumb of his lip burned like acid. Only a toy......what person distinguished them as something like that? He wanted to scream at him, to yell what made made him deserve this...but he already knew the answer. Kisuke could have tried to change how Tawny thought...but it seemed fruitless. He wanted to say that he'd never touch him again, but he knew he couldn't go without doing that. He was attached. But...he wanted to be treated badly...and the previous situation only made this clear. This was the man he bore his soul to...and now he found himself unable to turn away. This was his new addiction and now he felt he couldn't share him with anyone. Not in the way Tawny was demanding...
"I don't...I don't know how I will deal with it...I just to know why...Why you even choose to do this to yourself?!" He demanded, grabbing Tawny and pushing him against the wall so he couldn't easily escape. He grabbed his chin harshly, forcing him to look up at him. "Is your absolute and utter freedom that important you? Does your soul cry too loudly for you to commit to anything or anyone? You want affection, but you don't want to be cared for?! Which is it Tawny!? How can you live like this...Answer me damn-it! I need to know! I need...I need to know...if having you even loosely....is worth having you at all..." a sudden outburst from the usually calm and collected man. He didn't know quite what had gotten into him...but every inch of him seemed to seethe with anger...the calmness gone. Tawny toying with him was starting to get out of hand.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 19, 2009 18:08:33 GMT
He was hurting Kisuke; hurting both of them. He knew it, could feel it in the air, but this was what had to be. He was getting too attached. Kisuke was getting too attached. He had to remind him and himself that he was not anyone's docile little lover, little loyal creature. He was a whore, a stray, a toy to be played with, and he couldn't afford to be anything more. He had never wanted, until this point, to be anything more.
But Kisuke made him want it, made him want it painfully. But what the man didn't understand was that Tawny could never be in a relationship. He didn't know how. And he wasn't sure he wanted to be. He liked this life, going where he wanted, doing what he wanted. Freedom, independence; he loved that more then he loved air or life itself. He'd rather die then be caged. Was Kisuke trying to cage him? Own him? He couldn't handle that. Couldn't do that, he'd go crazy.
A soft, little cry left him, as the smell of Kisuke's blood and alcohol, cigarette smoke and the dank, musty smell of his lover assaulted his nose, his back met rough stone of the building, and suddenly he was very pinned. His eyes were wide, shocked under the sudden rough handling, and his nails scrambled at the stone behind. He was panting, and tried to jerk his chin out of the hand, teeth gritted. "Let me go, Kisuke." He snarled, panting, panicking. "Let go, let me go, let go-" But it wasn't working, and he didn't want to attack, didn't want to injure Kisuke.
"Yes!" He burst out at last, still struggling hard against the hold. "Yes, it's what I want! I never said you could have all of me, Kisuke, I never ever said you could have anything more then what I gave you!" He froze, glaring into his partner's eyes, defiantly, angrily- but there is love and hurt there, too. Such conflicting emotions, clashing with the same storm of confliction in Kisuke's beautiful brown ones. Suddanly, inexplicably, he wanted to cry. He swallowed it down hard. "I can't be tamed." He whispered. "I am what I am, Kisuke. I will always come back to you at the end of the day, no matter where I wander in the meantime. But I will go where I please, and do what I like, and if you can not accept that, maybe this- maybe it was a bad idea. Now let me go!" He struck out with a foot, trying to nail a leg.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 19, 2009 18:39:10 GMT
The fear and distress in Tawny's eyes didn't deter him from holding him against the wall. He had no intention of hurting him further...not like he had hurt him. He had already done so much to him...broke him down to his liking, forced him to open up, and now was trying to steal his heart and run off with it. Though...that's here Kisuke had it wrong. He wasn't trying to do anything but what he wanted and if having Kisuke at arms width while he kissed and touched him like no other was working, then it would be what he did. The collector never would have predicted that things would have gotten quite this deep. He'd never been in a relationship such as this or a relationship of any romance at all and now that he knew what he wanted from such a thing...he knew that he wouldn't get what he was looking for...ever.
The month of confusion and passion and bliss was over...he could barely even look at Tawny now as he continued on with his rant. He grip loosened as the conclusion came to surface. A pain sang through his leg as he was kicked with little warning, he flinched, shunning away from him. "So that is what you want...? Fine...You can have your freedom. I won't touch you...leave that to whatever man you should pass, because I won't deal any more in your false affections. I expect nothing from you now...and you should expect nothing in return..."
He didn't say that he hated him...he didn't say that he never wanted to see him again or that he no longer cared for him. Kisuke only said that he wouldn't touch him. He couldn't bring it to his lips to say that the deal was off...He just walked away and didn't look back.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 19, 2009 18:58:21 GMT
He crumpled the minute Kisuke let go, hitting the ground on his knees with a rough little cry. His head hanging, hair falling in rich, soft curls around his face, he straightened at last, hugging his mid-section. Not what he'd expected. But what he'd wanted. Right? This is what he'd wanted, freedom, independence- he wanted to be a stray, to need no one, to depend on no one. He'd thought he'd spelled it out nice and clearly, at the start.
His independence came at a price, and for the first time in his life, he was afraid to pay it. Did you have to have lonliness to have freedom? Pain to have affection without love?
Was it so bad to be loved? Did Kisuke even.....
His hand touched the bell. "Kisuke?" Too low, too soft to be heard. "Kisuke, don't-" Slightly louder now, but he broke off, gritted his teeth, fighting a battle with himself. He did not say please. Tawny Addison had never begged anyone to stay in his life, and he did not plan to start now. "I'm sor-" He stopped again, backed away from Kisuke's retreating form, towards the door of the Inn again. No. He wouldn't say that, either. He couldn't.
But Gods, he was sorry.
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