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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Dec 5, 2009 23:03:48 GMT -5
Augusta smiled softly to himself, he shifted slightly on the soft blanket. It was nearly dusk, and the sun's rays laid right on the comfy bed in Kristopher's room. He was on his stomach, stretched out like a cat as he sighed softly to himself. He buried his head into the pillows and inhaled the scent of them.
After sitting there for a second, he rolled over onto his back and stretched again. But after a second he cringed, he put a hand over the half-healed cuts on his side, he disliked being a rebellious being for this reason, he always got hurt.
He looked over to the door slightly before rolling over twice, and then snuggled up next to his current heat-source, a body slimmer then himself, and just a tiny bit shorter. He wrapped his arms around it chuckled softly...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Dec 5, 2009 23:13:06 GMT -5
Kristopher yawned slightly as he listened to his counter part chuckle and move around in his bed. The blond sometimes wished that the other would just lay still. But of course that never happened, ever. Kristopher rolled over on his back, he had no shirt on for a change and didn't really care if his tattoo covered scars where seen or not.
He felt a pair of arms around him, and the snuggling. "What are you chuckling about, hm?" asked the blond with a grin on his face. He knew his boyfriend too well. "You know." He started after a moment as dusk was coming slowly but surely. A smile came over his face, it had been so long since him and Augusta had been alone, let alone have their own time and dorm to themselves.
"I'm not very tired." He said in a sly voice. He moved slightly then, pulling the slightly taller boy closure. He moved a hand to rest on the dark haired boys chin and kissed him passionately on the lips. "How about you?" He asked pulling on Augusta lightly to move him over the blond. Usually, Kristopher wasn't the perverted one. But it just so happened that today...well...he was rather swimming around in the gutter.
He leaned in once again, kissing the others neck.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Dec 6, 2009 0:08:50 GMT -5
"What are you chuckling about, hm? "
The dark-haired man was silent, he just nuzzled into the blonds shoulder. The Frenchman looked up as Kristopher explained that he was not tired, Augy was somewhat confused for a second before Kris pulled him in closer.
"How about you?"
But he wasn't confused for long as the younger grabbed his chin and pulled him into a very passionate kiss. And before he knew it he was over the blond looking down onto him and blushing very deeply. But that was mostly because Kristopher was kissing his neck. "K--Kris..." he said softly, Kris always did this. " I--I'm kinda tired a--actually..." he said a bit softer then usual.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Dec 6, 2009 0:15:43 GMT -5
Kristopher continued his assault on his lover with his lips and wondering hands. "Come on, Augy. We don't get time like this hardly ever anymore." The blond tried to reason with the other although it sounded more like a plea. He put his hands on Augy's hips, his thumbs rubbing against his sides in the way he knew Augusta would love.
"I wanna. We wont have time tomorrow or for the next month really." Whined Kristopher. "It's been two months." Its been close to two months really and Kristopher was about to crack because these two months seem like give to him. He leaned up a second time and kissed Augusta on the lips, trying to persuade his boyfriend to give in. "Besides, if you don't. I'll just go take care of it myself." He chuckled darkly. "And you know how I am about that. When by myself." He purred, playing with the boys shiny belt.
"Can do it your way." He promised with a nip at his lover. Furthermore, Kristopher would like to point out he was already half way undressed. He just hoped his boy was really observant about a few other things about Kristopher.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Dec 6, 2009 0:26:02 GMT -5
"Come on, Augy. We don't get time like this hardly ever anymore."
The small blond one had a point, Augy would not disagree that he too had been waiting for the same amount of time. Though the rebel leader was fairly busy and always had something to occupy his mind. When leading a criminal act, you don't have much time for 'fun' things.
"I wanna. We wont have time tomorrow or for the next month really. It's been two months."
He sounded like he was begging, "P--pervert" he said between gasps of air, Kristopher was refusing to let the dark-haired man breathe. He felt the soft kiss on his lips and frowned, " B--but..." Normally he wasn't so stubborn, at least not about this, but he had lots of work to do tomorrow. He watched the blond play with his belt and sighed.
"Can do it your way."
Augy looked up with a slightly curious look on his face. He sighed, " d--do you really want i--it that badly?" he asked and blinked slowly.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Dec 6, 2009 0:37:40 GMT -5
Kristopher wondered for a moment if he should push on it a bit more. Something felt a bit off, maybe he shouldn't force Augy...maybe he should just let it go. But it was hard and his will wasn't that strong today on letting it go. So he pressed.
"P--pervert"
"And your not?" Chuckled Kristopher lightly and then looked at his counterpart then. He then shook his head then, he didn't understand why Augy was so against it. It was like he had other things on his mind and those other things made Kristopher jealous for taking Augusta attention away from Kris. Selfish but true.
" d--do you really want i--it that badly?"
He must of sounded so desperate. But he didn't want to do anything by himself. It wasn't as satisfying. The blond tilted his head to the side and looked at Augusta like he grew two heads, both with Mohawks.
"Don't make me repeat myself." The said with a small blush crossing his features as he admitted his desperation. But he was going to have his way, damnit! So without another word, Kristopher flipped positions.
"Cause I won't repeat."
-- And the scene fades to a semi dark black, skipping around 10 minutes later. --
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Post by Naelona Ezel on Dec 6, 2009 1:27:27 GMT -5
A pair of silent shadows drifted across the floor that led through the South Wing, an usual pair making there way. A door would open, one would vanish, only to return to the chorus of notes being written on scratchy paper. It was an impromptu yet somewhat regular census that Naelona had been semi-regularly conducting of late. Taking inventory of the South Wing at odd hours to keep the slaves guessing, writing down who was in their quarters and who weren't. With rumors of some sort of hideout, it was the first of several steps to track down who was gone at hours they shouldn't be and crushing the movement before it could go any further.
"It's sickening the nerve they take these days.. a sign of decline and decay if I ever saw one. Not to mention Mr. Ezel coming here, as if Anolean wasn't enough. One is just as belligerent as the next, at least my brother has enough sense to keep to his own things." Came the bitter ranting from Naelona Ezel, something she had slipped into - not exactly on purpose - but the stress of the times was wearing on the boogie female and it was starting to show.
"And with what respect I may muster so help me.." Naelona suddenly stopped, turning to face Jouhnin - ignoring the laughable height difference, glaring at the attractive man while leveling a keen finger at his nose. "..if you ever eye my brother for whatever reason I will skin you myself." In his sleep no less. Oh there were many many horrible things that went through her mind at that moment.
In something akin to a huff she turned again and continued down the hall. Room Three. One she didn't mind checking in on, mainly to make sure her former slave was at least still alive. Damn that Sin Dre'vis. She'd have his hide sooner or later too. Two sharp raps with her knuckles upon the wood door and she swung it open striding into the small room as though it were her own quarters. Terrence Tao, Kristopher Roberts, and the detestable Augusta Davingoun. She hated that troublemaker already - and he several times had already made her suspected list of possibly rebellious slaves. Oh she would have slain him months ago.. if he didn't belong to Jouhnin. A boogie she wouldn't want to cross as it was. But that boy's days were dwindling down she swore..
And swore she did.
Naelona blinked a moment again, dropping the papers at the unexpected sight in front of her. Terrance.. who knew where that boy was. The other two slaves however were very.. very present. A dampened ire blazed anew, gripping her pipe she crossed the short distance swinging it at the top boy's head, and shoving him off the other, who was notably blond. It took her only a moment to have her hand about the other's throat. "What, is the meaning of this?" She hissed, pipe at the ready to hit him too.
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Post by Jouhnin Takanami on Dec 6, 2009 1:45:23 GMT -5
"It's sickening the nerve they take these days.. a sign of decline and decay if I ever saw one. Not to mention Mr. Ezel coming here, as if Anolean wasn't enough. One is just as belligerent as the next, at least my brother has enough sense to keep to his own things."
Jouhnin smiled slightly at this behind his fan. He wouldn't normally have Naelona as company, but with the current situation, he was forced to have a bit of somewhat unappealing company. He sighed, " you say this Miss Nae, yet those who live in glass houses should not throw stones, love. " he said with a slight flicker of his fan.
"And with what respect I may muster so help me...if you ever eye my brother for whatever reason I will skin you myself."
This aroused a chuckle from the nearly silent man. He flicked his fan closed and tucked it into the oddly infinite space in his kimono and tried to stop chuckling. When he got his composure back he shook his head. " I will restrain myself if that gives you a sense of comfort Miss Nae..." he chuckled again, " But a man like myself cannot make promises..." he said with and nearly cat-like smile.
Jouhnin followed next to Naelona, because even if she walked faster, he could easily match her quick pace in large strides. The height difference was incredible. He sighed, hence why her comment wasn't really threatening to him. Because technically it would be very hard to skin someone with an extra set of bones. Yet, he wouldn't put her trying to commit the act past her.
Jouhnin was not carry anything when he stood behind Naelona as she entered Room Three. He expected to see his slave... well not like such. He stood stock still while Nae hit his slave and pushed him off. After a couple seconds he felt a rage build up in his gut. He wasn't sure how to contain it.
So he didn't.
Now, Jouhnin was not known for releasing his rage in public, but right now he didn't really give a shit about who saw him. In four easy strides he made his way to Augusta, who by bow was on his back. He grabbed the dark-haired slave by the throat and lifted the slave up. It was like the boy weighed nothing to the 6'11'' Boogie. He turned and slammed the slave onto the desk on the far wall. The desk buckled under the pressure of Augy and Jou's wrath and Jouhnin slammed the slave to the floor.
There was no mercy, and defiantly no explaining...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Dec 6, 2009 1:57:39 GMT -5
This what he had been waiting for, what he had been waiting. Time with Augusta. His loved one.
Kristopher was rather in bliss at the moment and that was probably why he never noticed the knocking on the door. Because if he had heard it, he would of shoved Augy to the side and tell him to act like nothing happened. Which would be hard, but they played that game before.
But once again, it was hard to concentrate on anything when you are making out with your lover on your bed. He kissed his man and doing much more, even though they bother where still half clothed. Kris still had his ripped jeans on he would of just had to zip and button if he could of.
So when the sudden weight of Augusta was shoved off, the boy was taking a back and turned his head. His green eyes went from pleasure to fear in an instant as Naelona stood over him with her pipe at the ready.
"What, is the meaning of this?"
He was surprised to find a hand on his already bruised neck that was due to Augusta. The blond couldn't think of anything to say. Surely, he did not fall asleep. No he was wide awake! He suddenly felt a wave of horror go through his body and cause his heart to speed up even more then it already was as he heard someone else come into the room. He could barely see out of the corner of his green eyes of Augusta being lifted and then hearing the crashes.
Without thought and not answering Naelona, he turned his head to see the current condition of his lover. What was he to do? Augusta just took a slam into the floor, desk and who knows what else. He wanted to get up and run to Augusta to help the boy but he was petrified as Naelona loomed over him and the ever tall Jou that was in the room.
His attention went back to Naelona suddenly, "I--I---I---" He couldn't form any sentence. They where caught red handed. They had hide their relationship so well, they never slipped up. So why now? Why did they have to be caught now?
"It's---It's---" His brain was failing him.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Dec 6, 2009 2:06:31 GMT -5
Augusta was happily straddling the blond between his knees, just a little while earlier he had been a bit shaky about this, he had gotten a bad feeling. But Kristopher wanted it and who was he to deny his counterparts wishes? He had both hands in the blonds hair when he felt a sharp pain his his head, he grunted and them was pushed over. "the fuc---!!!  " he sat up quickly to see the last person he wanted to see, Naelona. But his vision was blurred when he felt all the air in his throat being cut off. He let out a strangled groan as he was lifted up. Fear swelled up inside the slave when he saw the worst thing in his life. It was Jouhnin-Sama, an angry one at that. While Kris was wondering why they were caught, Augy's mind was on different things. He cried out in pain when he felt his back slammed into a hard surface, which he assumed was a desk. The he gasped when he fell through the table and onto a small pile of wood shards. He let his hands grab and claw at Jouhnin's wrist. " J---Jo--Jouh--- " he said as he was strangled and pushed into a pile of splinters and shard that were defiantly slicing a nice pattern on his back. |
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Post by Naelona Ezel on Dec 6, 2009 2:55:13 GMT -5
"It's---It's---" The stuttering wasn't helping the boy at all.
"It's what?" Naelona hissed lowly, as the room visibly darkened save for pairs of slits in the shade that if looked at properly, resembled pairs of glowing eyes.. Smack the pipe met with the side of his face as her hand tightened about his throat. The irate boogie pulling him toward her only to thrust him back into the matress with what mustered force she had. "It's what!?"
The crashing in the room of Jouhnin's rage against his slave was muted for the time being to her mind, and took no note of it. She was too angry to notice anything, she had her hands about the throat of a culprit. They were bound for inflicting harm upon the other in due time.
Didn't he understand what jeopardy he'd placed everything? Even with him being in Sin's possession, she'd still done a few small things to keep the boy living. The extent this boogie almost stuck out their neck for a mere slave was.. sickening.. Naelona felt sick. She was going to kill him, whether Sin liked it or not. Whatever sane factor that kept Naelona seeing the world in black and white and dictated her actions as just and orderly was discarded. Of all the years.. she would strangle the life out of him yet. Just watch, just watch.
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Post by Jouhnin Takanami on Dec 6, 2009 3:08:07 GMT -5
Jouhnin felt his slave claw at his wirst but he didn't let go. he dragged his slave to an empty space in the floor and sat over him. He glared at the slave then let off some of the pressure to his suffocating slave. He took his other hand and punched the boy in the jaw, repeating this motion six or seven times. He felt the slaves jaw crack on the sixth hit.
He stopped again and then put a hand on the boys chest. " So you have been hiding this from me since before July?" he asked, his voice deadly. He knew because of his skill, which he used while nearly cracking his slaves neck in half. " You think.... that you could out think me? Who tuaght you everything?" He then pushed down on the boys chest. He put on more pressure and more.
"After all I have done for you?" He pushed more 'till he felt the ribs under his hand crack. " Give me one..." snap! " reason" crack! " I should not" crunch
This time he snapped five ribs and then moved his hand to the right side, " Kill you..." and snapped two more ribs like toothpicks. In fact, Jouhnin hoped he could puncture the damned slaves lungs.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Dec 6, 2009 3:31:35 GMT -5
It's what?
His head jerked to the side from the force of the pipe smacking into his head. It was enough to get his senses together. He blinked a few times. Naelona was demanding to know what he was talking aboutt, what was it? It was what?
He couldn't see Augusta, not from the position he was in right now and so he put a hand to Naelona's wrist. He could wear the sounds of someone getting punched and he was pretty sure he knew who it was! Why was Augusta the one getting smacked around? He didn't do anything wrong, it wasn't his...it...it wasn't his fault.
" So you have been hiding this from me since before July? You think.... that you could out think me? Who tuaght you everything?"
The blond suddenly shuddered from the words. It appeared that Jou knew what was happening between Augusta and Kristopher now. That wouldn't do at all! The blond bit down on his lips. What should he say? What should he do? There was no way he could fight two boogies or even save Augusta. Kristopher was weak,he was frail and he was always sick. What good was he?
"After all I have done for you? Give me one...I should not... Kill you..."
Kill? What? No, no, no no! Kristopher paniced and pushed Naelona's hand off his neck (although he did it softly as he always did) and he rolled over on his bed, facing Augusta and Jouhnin. His head throbbed from the pipe being slammed into him eariler but he ignored it. It was nothing for what Augusta was going throw.
One reason. He had a reason that might save his lovers ass.
"Stop hurting him! It's not his fault!" He yelled suddenly, wide eyed and shaking. "It's not Augusta's fault! I'm the one that came on to him!" His voice seemed to be screaming. "I started the whole fucking thing from the very beginning! So stop hurting him, if anyone should be getting into trouble its me and not Augusta!"
His stomach felt like it was going to crawl out his mouth. He could hear and see the last two rips being snapped and it made the blonds skin crawl. "I---I started it all."
"I said: Stop it, you son of a bitch ugly flamingo!"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Dec 6, 2009 3:46:28 GMT -5
Augusta couldn't speak, his throat felt like it was going to close in. He couldn't see and his head started to get fuzzy, everything was darkening and he felt a blanket of sleep coming over him. What was happening, all he could feel was pain. Then his jaw started to hurt.
Everything hurt. Tears ran down his face and he wasn't sure why he was crying. He couldn't hear anything everything sounded like he was underwater. He coughed and choked on whatever he coughed up. He struggled against Jouhnin and turned his head to the side as he coughed again. this hurts... he thought ... why... it hurts so much...
Blood, he coughed blood onto the carpet and looked back up a Jouhnin and then a voice rang out clear and sharp. The pain didn't fade, but the voice over powered it.
"Stop hurting him! It's not his fault! It's not Augusta's fault! I'm the one that came on to him! I started the whole fucking thing from the very beginning! So stop hurting him, if anyone should be getting into trouble its me and not Augusta!"
s--stop... Kris!! D--don't The dark-haired slave tried to say it, his mouth moved but all he could hear was his own thoughts. s--stop!! Kris don't do t--this!! He struggled against the weight.
"I---I started it all. I said: Stop it, you son of a bitch ugly flamingo!"
Augusta managed to turn his head, tears still running down his face, blood on the corner of his mouth and looked at the blond. His face was pleading, " K--Kris..." he said, his voice raspy with pain, " P--please... I--I can handle this... " his voice was not demanding, it was soft, like it was the only noise in the room, " D--d--" he paused and coughed again and the next time he spoke his voice was clouded over with pain, " D--don't w--worry about m--me..."
He'd take every hit for Kristopher... he could handle Jouhnin, he couldn't handle Kristopher in pain...
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Post by Naelona Ezel on Dec 6, 2009 4:13:20 GMT -5
"Don't touch me." Naelona snapped, pulling his hand away from her wrist while the words she heard coming from Jouhnin's mouth made her blood run cold, staring down at her slave in chilled shock. "July..?" The word hardly formed yet left her lips. She watched her former slave numbly as he squirmed from her grasp, blinking dumbly as he claimed his part of the travesty.
"You're lying." Sinking to the bed to sit, fists clenched in her lap she shook with anger. "You're lying." She repeated, hitting Kristopher's back with her fist. "You lie!" She yelled, shoving him onto the floor with a kick of her foot. "D--d--" Surprising. The other slave could still speak. "D--don't w--worry about m--me..." It was rediculous. Naelona glared at the known troublemaker. "Shut up."
"I---I started it all. I said: Stop it, you son of a bitch ugly flamingo!" Once again the pipe struck, into the boy's side this time. Naelona said nothing, and didn't look at his face, she didn't need to. What was going on next to them - with Jouhnin and Augusta.. who cared? Settling down upon her slave one hand snaked back up to his throat, up the side of his face and rested heavily over his mouth and nose, inching up to press fingers uncomfortably upon his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes.
Tucking away the pipe, she took his hand with her other, bringing the slender fingers up to her lips in an almost caressing kiss. With it came the feeling of teeth upon skin as she first brushed then bit down upon his finger until she tasted blood. Her coal eyes held the vibrance of soot. Mere flesh. That's all they ever were.
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" he sat up quickly to see the last person he wanted to see, Naelona. But his vision was blurred when he felt all the air in his throat being cut off. He let out a strangled groan as he was lifted up. Fear swelled up inside the slave when he saw the worst thing in his life. It was Jouhnin-Sama, an angry one at that.