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Teeth [Neph!] [M]
« on: December 07, 2017, 01:27:02 pm »
It was impossible for Napier to stifle his mad giggling as he wound his way through the haphazard streets of The Cancer, sliding his comm into his pocket, wincing as he took a step a bit too hard and the ache in his lower back rang up his spine from the night previous spent with a very... Very thorough doctor. Ugh, just thinking about it sent shivers down his body again.

It wasn't like it was uncommon for him to always feel like he was on fire, even after a night of animalistic rutting that went until WAAAAYYYY to early in the morning. Some days he kept a lid on it better than others; he swore there was a mix up when he was born, he totally should've been an Incubus. Gods that would be so cool.

Either way, he'd just invited yet another total stranger to his home (for the umpteenth time) and he had to hurry his ass up to make it back in time to shower and make himself presentable for his guest. Not that he was gonna give him the goods right away--the situation provided for many ample opportunities of other amusement, and he was totally gonna abuse the shit out of it.

He slunk down the rickety stairs that swayed dangerously under even his weight down to the basement apartment he rented from some old bat who owned this tiny building after retiring from her work as a a merchant pirate whatever the fuck. The place was sketch as hell, but he didn't mind in the slightest. It fit him perfectly. He stepped inside of his home after monkeying around with his keys in the door for a solid minute with a relieved sigh, tossing his keys onto the far kitchen counter, stepping over the mess of laundry and scattered project parts on the floor. Everything was set into organized piles, which he carefully danced around as he went down the narrow hallway to his bathroom to quickly strip and throw his clothes into a corner by the trashcan where they joined several other sets, as this was no new thing for him, and he jumped in the shower.

Scrubbing the aftermath of a fun time off was always one of his favorites in a really weird, sick and twisted way, or at least that's what he'd been told. Washing the mess from his hair, between his legs, across his back and shoulders, it just made him remember how he got to be like this in the first place and all the fun he'd had doing it.

What, him? Addicted? Nah. Dunno what you're talking about.

Still, he made it quick so he could rock that messy wet hair look and cleaned up his apartment a little knowing that RoyaleWithCheese could show up at any minute. He just hoped it was actually a guy, and that he wasn't butt ugly. Was that too much to ask for? Probably, but a guy could hope. Last night with Ludwig had been a pleasant surprise to say the least--you could never be sure what to expect when you met random strangers on the internet after all!

He scooped up the last pile of clothes and tossed them into his storage closet with a cheeky grin as he shut it and put his hands on his hips as if he had some work to be proud of. He'd totally just stuffed and hidden everything, because pfffft why would he have time to clean? He was a busy guy! Either gallivanting off on adventures to redecorate The Cancer with his art, making new toys, or fucking new boys, his schedule was just full to the brim! And yet here he was, making time for a special appointment.

Dude better not disappoint.

He flopped on the couch, hissing and melting a little at the familiar pain that zinged again as he turned on the tv with a flick of the band on his wrist; he'd rigged pretty much his entire home to be controlled by the little thing, made life so much easier. He glanced down and saw a crinkled wrapper on the floor and quickly kicked it under the couch, looking around one last time before deeming his maid duties well performed and turning his attention to the news as he lounged in black sweatpants with a white stripe up the side, and a tight-fitting neon green tank top with a graphic of a dog's drooling maw and the words "BITE ME" on the front.
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Re: Teeth [Neph!] [M]
« Reply #1 on: December 07, 2017, 06:54:55 pm »
Sangreal was never… great… at making decisions. He tended to trust his gut instinct probably far more than was advisable, running off of raw emotion when really a level headed approach might have better won out. It’d gotten him in trouble on more than one occasion, after all— shit, it’d ruined his life on more than one occasion.

So yeah, if he had any kind of sense, or any kind of real thought process to anything, he might have considered that meeting a stranger in their house, outside of any public purview, might have been an absolutely stupid dumbshit asshole thing to do. But Sangreal hadn’t exactly been using his sense at the time.

Not even a distant third cousin to sense, even. Hello, this is your Captain Adrenaline speaking. Fight or flight response had, of course, done him a great service in the past. He had good instincts, could scrap his way out of whatever trouble he landed in, but it never… helped with things that didn’t involve using a clipboard to stab a guy to death. And, spoiler alert, the amount of things in life that DIDN’T involve clipboard-induced lacerations was a very long list indeed.

So he was meeting a stranger for what had been implied to be a messy round of semi-anonymous sex. Not that it would be the first time he’d done that, of course. And usually it was fine. Sometimes he had to make a trip to medical after, for one reason or another. And sometimes it cascaded into an absolute fucking disaster of a situation the likes of which he never wanted to repeat again.

But that was just the one time. So he was fine. Right? Right.

Not that it mattered. He was just so damn keyed up. Between getting sucked into a wormhole of paranoia and fried nerves last night, between having nothing else to occupy his time, between jobs and running out of booze money, Sangreal needed a… distraction. And right then and right there, he did not give a damn what kind of distraction that was.

Best case scenario, Alleycat was a fucking hottie and Sangreal went home sticky and satisfied. Worst case scenario, Alleycat was actually a mugging ring and he went home with bleeding knuckles and the pure primal pride of having beat something to death with his bare hands.

It was probably a marker of where Sang was that either option sounded really good. He hadn’t slept more than a few hours the last “night” (nocturnal cycle or however the fuck spacefaring folks were expected to tell time). “Nights”, if he was being honest. He really just wanted to sink his teeth into something, scratch that animal itch one way or another and carry on with his life after.

Didn’t matter who Alleycat was. Sang was going to get what he needed, either way. He opened the DM once more to get at the coordinates Alleycat had sent him, and stopped in his tracks. Looked up, then back to his phone. Looked at what seemed to be a ramshackle half-assed attempt at a railing leading downwards, and then back to his phone.

Huh. Maybe this was a mugging in progress. The place looked shittier than a dive bar toilet, though if Sangreal felt like being fair, everything looked shittier than a dive bar toilet if you grew up debating which silver spoon you wanted to put in your mouth that day.

Pushing what no doubt promised to be a particularly moody train of thought out of his head, Sangreal grimaced, pocketed his phone, and made his way down the stairs to what was almost undoubtably the cellar where bodies were kept, gears clicking on his left as his prosthetic was primed for potential action.

Sangreal didn’t make great decisions, but at least he didn’t leave his weapons at home. He lifted his flesh fist and hit the door a couple times in a short, insistent rhythm, rolling his shoulders a bit to ease the tension there.

“You home, Pussycat?” he called out just a few seconds later, eyes flicking upwards and around the longer he was made to stand out in the open.

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Re: Teeth [Neph!] [M]
« Reply #2 on: December 08, 2017, 09:42:08 pm »
Napier heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps falling down those awful stairs outside of his door immediately, and was already getting up and stopping in front of the doorway with a quick breath let out to ease any nervousness. There was always a certain edge of adrenaline one felt when meeting a stranger in real life for the first time, especially when you had no idea what they looked like, that would never go away no matter how many times you did it.

He only heard the one set of footsteps but who knows, this could be a jackass with his buddies up on the street level waiting to kidnap Napier and take him hostage because he happened to piss off the wrong guy--wouldn't be the first time, honestly. Luckily for Nape, while his door was [ikinda[/i] solid, it still let in sound like no other and while most of the time it was a curse, this was one of the rare few instances he appreciated it. He heard the sound of a mechanism locking, and then jumped a little bit at the strong rap of knuckles on the other side.

Yeah, nobody on the Cancer without a lobotomy walked around unarmed. Duh.

Napier counted to five, made the guy wait a few seconds so it didn't seem like he'd been standing there ready to open it like some kind of desperate loser or anything (wheeze) and pulled it open, resting a hand on his hip and tilting his head with a smirk on his face before he got an actual look at the guy and his brows knitted together as he dropped the scheming little shit act for just a second because holy...

Fuck this guy was hot.

Oh fuck he hadn't been expecting him to be that hot.

Yknow, maybe kinda meh? Or like 'ehhhh yeah not the best lookin but I'd still tap that!', or even decent, decent would have been perfectly fine but no he... Well.

First of all Napier loved the orange hair and then he looked him in the eyes and saw the kind of fierce disposition of a guy who'd fought his way through Hell and back and he actually felt himself melt inside a little bit because hot fuckin damn. And his body? Shit. Even with that laughable prosthetic. He'd get to be playing with that tonight and suddenly it occurred to him that he, lucky ol Napier, got to be like a kid in Candyworld tonight.

And then he gave him the cheekiest grin, not having bothered even once to hide the obvious elevator eyes. "Wasn't expectin' actual royalty now, color me surprised."

He took a moment to cross his arms over his chest, hair falling messily to one side in a still slightly-damp amethyst waterfall over his shoulder, giving the man a pointed look as he arched his eyebrows in an expression that was just as knowing as it was amused.

"But first I'll needja t'take off allayer weapons. Sidearm, knife--anythin' inyer boots just'n'case." Nape waited patiently for Sangreal to agree, nodding to the big plastic bin he had sitting by the door literally for just such occasions, labeled with a small amount of graffiti sprayed on the side that said 'ARMS BIN :)'.

Once his condition was met Napier slid to the side so Sangreal could step past, eyeing that prosthetic arm and the moment the man was close enough, he casually sidled up against him as he pushed the door shut with a bump of his hip. Deft fingers suddenly graced up the outside of the fake limb and with a few quick button presses and switch flips power was lost and it fell limply to his side. A twist and off it came and he tossed it into the bin while cackling like a hyena, jumping back to try and get out of Royale's immediate reach as Napier promptly lost his shit laughing at the man he had just

Literally
DisARMED. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

"When I said allofem I meant allofem!"

He laughed, partly because it was hilarious how easy that had been and partly because this prosthetic was a fuckin joke! So ten years ago, so useless, probably overheated and tried to melt itself after one or two shots fired and here this guy was tryin'a look all big and tough-like with it? BULLSHIT!

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Re: Teeth [Neph!] [M]
« Reply #3 on: December 11, 2017, 07:45:18 pm »
   Sangreal had always had an excellent poker face. It was, oftentimes, the mark of upper caste upbringing; or at least, in his family’s circles it had always been. It was weird how people who were “beneath" them always seemed happier. Maybe that's what attracted Sangreal to slumming it in the first place. But, and this was a hard lesson learned, a chipper outward attitude did not mean happiness was the cause. It was just a different way of coping.

   All anyone ever did was cope.

   Still, Sangreal had not… been expecting Alleycat Pussycat to be… this. Sleek and gorgeous and with long violet hair that begged to be pulled. And gods all did Sangreal love the idea of sinking his fingers in deep and yanking hard. He did not miss the elevator eyes the other man gave him, and while he was inwardly thrilled at the action (“Hah, still got it" being the exact train of thought), he didn't much show it outside of letting his own gaze linger on Alleycat’s shirt, one brow quirking upwards in amusement. Bite me, huh? An invitation as good as any.

   Even if this was a honeypot of some variety, what a honeypot it was. Alleycat was exactly Sangreal’s type, and he made to step forward, to put Alleycat on his heels and start off on the higher ground when--

   Ah. Right. Weapons. He supposed he should have expected that. The royalty comment had thrown him, if temporarily, just enough to have him hesitate as he was suddenly caught between a rock and a hard place. He did not like the idea of disarming, especially on this station, especially on this station with a stranger. He barely liked disarming with his own cousins, though that probably had more to do with the fact they were family than anything else.

   But, and here was where the hard place factored in, his dick absolutely insisted that he do just that.

   So what’ll it be, Mr. Royalty? Ambush or blue balls?

   Fuck it.

   He was keyed up enough to where a fistfight actually sounded good. So fine. He’d play along. He made a grand show of it, too, with the sidearm going in first along with the holster, a little careful maneuvering to slide off his belt after and drop his combat knife. After that was an almost comical level of proceedings, little bits and shards and potentially lethal items being dropped one after the other, until finally all that was left him was his fists. Not ideal, but not the worst thing. His prosthetic wasn’t exactly friendly

   And then the motherfucker slid up, all nimble fingers and know-how, and then Sang was robbed of his false arm, too. It took him ages to get that thing on in the morning, and yet there Alleycat was, cackling away as he tossed it into the bin with the rest of Sang’s shit. Like that had been the easiest thing in the world. Sang’s jaw clenched, something twisting hard in his ribs, and he did the mental calculations of the abuse his ego could stand versus his desire to get his rocks off.

   ’Always so serious.’

   Sang rolled his shoulders, his agitation visible enough but his interest still well in place. Just roll with it. No big deal, right? Too much resistance and you kill the mood. Besides, he’d show Alley just what he could do with one hand. The guy tried to get out of range, but Sang was quick— in the blink of an eye he had a hold of Alley’s shoulder and spun him around, just before pushing forward to trap the little imp between Sang and the wall.

   “Need to pat me down?” He said, just the slightest edge to his voice. Just for added effect, it wasn’t like he was trying to terrorize the guy. That didn’t make for fun times at all. But just a little thrill, now that, that was always fun. He moved his hand from Alley’s shoulder to his chin, smirking a bit at how soft his skin was beneath his thumb as he rubbed it just beneath Alley’s lip. “Can’t be too careful, Pussycat.”

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Re: Teeth [Neph!] [M]
« Reply #4 on: December 12, 2017, 12:24:00 am »
There had been a split second where Napier caught a look on Royale's face and he couldn't tell if the dude was going to explode and murder him or if he was just plain surprised.

It was hilarious.

All the weapons piling up in the bin, just about ready to overflow now, well, actually overflowing now with the arm half-hanging out of it heh, the look on the guy's face, it was like he was living a real life comedy!

The hilarity only continued when this guy, who sure as shit looked just about as piratey as space pirates got, grabbed him and shoved him up against a wall. Napier's breath was stolen right from his lungs as he hit the wall with a soft grunt, blinking his eyes wide and staring up at the guy with a look that definitely read fear, intimidated by the big man holding him prisoner and growling at him like that, sending shivers down Nape's spine that he let the other man see.

That look of his was brief though, he could only keep up an act for so long as he grinned from ear to ear with a challenging glint in his eyes; this guy wasn't nearly angry enough. He'd really been hoping for a better reaction what with stealing his arm and all! Clearly that meant that Napier just wasn't doing a good enough job.

Well, that was a very, very easy fix.

"Ahhh, 'course, how could I ferget? Guess'n you just distracted me so good, now that's dangerous."

He tilted his head, looking the man up and down again with that grin that showed his teeth as he wasted no time in getting friendly, settling his hands at Royale's hips and coaxing him closer as he slid up his torso and quite obviously felt him up, a devious little chuckle escaping him as he explored every dip and curve of hard muscle under the man's shirt. It made him bite at his bottom lip and suppress another shiver as he let himself get distracted and drop his gaze from Royale's pretty orange eyes to admire what was before him. Gods all, he really was a hunk. Lucky, lucky, lucky kitty!

His hands slipped back down and he tilted his head now the other way, looking back up at him with a smirk as those nimble fingers swiftly undid the button and zipper of the (he was guessing) pirate's pants and slid his hand right on in.

"Gotta make sure you ain't hidin anyotha weapons'n here," He purred as he gave the man a rough squeeze and grinned as his other hand slipped around his hips to his backside to give his ass a solid groping, those fingers of his gleaning whatever he had in his pockets as he slid his other hand up and down the guy's shaft.

Really, didn't even know the guy's actual name yet and he already had a hand stuffed down his pants while he stole whatever he had on him and robbed him blind, truly Napier couldn't have been more proud of himself. The items he pilfered were deftly tossed away to land inconspicuously in a bin full of miscellaneous crap he'd stuffed into it earlier, the sound obscured and the pirate distracted from the movement as Napier lost all gentleness and slid down further to give his balls a hard squeeze--meant to cause pain and discomfort, shock him and keep his attention of course.

"Just gotta make sure y'ain't gotta prosthetic here too." He sneered, the look gleaming in his eyes utterly defiant as he pulled his hand away, satisfied with his distraction and the wonderful prize Royale had waiting for him as he gave the man a nice slap on the ass for good measure, quite liking the firmness of it under his hand.

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Re: Teeth [Neph!] [M]
« Reply #5 on: December 21, 2017, 01:05:39 pm »
   The way Alley had looked at him for that bare second had put a shock of adrenaline in his system that you simply could not buy in pill form. Wide eyes, an anticipatory shiver, the kind of reaction that had him far less interested in a fight and far more interested in seeing just what other kind of expressions Sangreal could elicit.

   And then the other man ruined the whole goddamn thing by grinning at him, and it was like Sang’s gears had been pulled out of alignment, spinning wildly but with nowhere to actually go. Like someone had hit the clutch. Sang couldn’t even protest the hands that pulled him closer, staring down at this strange, strange creature he’d managed to get tangled up with. There was a pattern here, he was sure, all made of mischief and handsy-ness and near-unintelligible accents. Was that even an accent? Or was Alley just a chronic mumbler?

   Sangreal sucked in a breath through his teeth, ready to start off annoyed when Alley started “patting him down”. Well, fine. Kitten wanted to play, kitten would get to play. He stood firm, probably tensed a muscle or two as those fingers passed over him, and watched Alley’s every last little expression as he did, and not missing that little shiver in the slightest. A pretty, pretty thing, all bitten lips and shaking. Sangreal shifted, intending to potentially do something that would let him see more of those shivers, when once again Alleycat ruined the entire goddamn thing.

   Sang genuinely hissed as his pants were undone and an incredibly warm and incredibly inviting hand slid in and squeezed the life out of him. Gone were any high aspirations of getting Pussycat all riled up and mewling for him; all Sangreal could do right then was try and keep his balance, both literally and figuratively. He’d been disarmed, dis-ARMED, and any attempt to put himself back on top just ended like this— with his own flesh betraying him as each stroke got him hotter and harder,his pants no longer fitting quite right even with the front undone.

   Alleycat squeezed at his ass, and Sangreal gave an annoyed kind of grunt. He’d never been terribly fond of that, and certainly not shortly followed by his balls being caught in a vice, the pirate giving a loud sound of agitated protest and jerking his hips back to get away from such abuse.

   “It ain’t a prosthetic, pussycat,” he snarled, teeth bared, “so easy on the fucking goods.”

   There was a pun in there that he was sure he’d hate himself for later.

   The slap on his ass was certainly not helping matters, the residual sting there mixing with the previous rough treatment and yet somehow not dulling the ache between his legs by much. Well. Might as well put that to use. Free of Alley’s hand, Sang slid his own and gripped the other man’s throat, pressing him back against the wall and squeezing lightly. Not enough to actually restrict airflow, but certainly enough to leave the impression that he absolutely could.

   He pressed forward, his knee knocking Alley’s own two apart, thigh pressed between his legs and shifting upwards to return the previous favor of a pat down. Well, sort of, but it wasn’t like Alleycat was wearing much that could hide a weapon. He squinted, considering his options with only the one hand to work with, and then summarily replaced said hand with his teeth. He bit down, again just to show he could, on Alley’s throat, growling out a warning against his pulse as his hand slid down and over Alley’s hips, squeezing the back of his thigh and being none to gentle about it.

   Despite this stranger being… completely fucking annoying, Sangreal liked what he saw. And felt; the curve of Alley’s ass over his thigh, the slope that carried up to his lower back. Already Sang’s mind was awash with ideas of just what he’d look like on his knees, ass in the air and taking everything Sang gave to him. Certainly excited now, Sang brought his hand back up to tangle in Alley’s hair, pulling and forcing the other man’s head back to better get at the rest of his throat. His hips shifted, sliding fully between Alley’s legs, giving him a little reminder of what his “pat down” had started.

   Handsy little devil that he was— Sang had a good idea of what to do with those sorts. He smirked against Alley’s pulse, releasing his hair to reach for his back pocket, pushing aside the tag that—

   The tag that was not there at all. Sangreal froze, mouth open and teeth at the crook of Alley’s neck. He searched his pocket again, a bit more thoroughly, but finite space was finite space and this absolutely meant that the tag was missing. And worse still, what the tag was attached to.

   Sang pulled back, just enough to get a proper look at Alley’s face, his jaw setting tight and eyes narrowing as everything started to click into place. The grinning, the teasing, the groping pat down, the way Alley had chosen to inflict agony just as it was getting good—

   He wasn’t sure what he was madder about, the filched property or the fact it took him this long to recognize he was being pickpocketed. Before deciding almost immediately that he was absolutely madder about the filched property and he would be damned if he was going to let this little shit get away with something like that.

   His hand back at Alleycat’s throat, and this time squeezing hard around his windpipe, Sang pulled them back from the wall only to slam the other man against it again, teeth bared as he got right up in that pretty face.

   “Where the fuck is it you little fucking thief?”

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Re: Teeth [Neph!] [M]
« Reply #6 on: December 22, 2017, 09:49:58 am »
"PFFT," He started to snicker at Royale's comment about the fucking goods, because hey that was funny, but then the other man's hand had wrapped itself around Nape's throat and shoved him up against a wall, and that cut off any snickering he'd been about to do pretty quickly.

The shiver that visibly rolled down his spine was undeniable, as was the hitch in his breath turned into the softest whine. This guy was being gentle with him on purpose, a quiet threat--he had more patience than Napier had originally pegged him for. Nape was intentionally trying to humiliate and rile him up, and what normally worked to get other guys going wasn't doing the trick as well here, which was a little irritating.

"Well that's good, so when y'shove it'n my mouth later it won't taste like rubber," Napier sneered as his legs were spread enough for Royale to wedge himself in; Nape wasn't the biggest guy around but he certainly wasn't a disappointment he would find, because apparently the torture and humiliation of others got Nape going pretty good.

He hissed through his teethh at the feeling of Royale pressing up against him and he let out a heated pant, which quickly turned to a moan as Royale sank his teeth in at the soft flesh of his throat, another shiver rolling down his spine. The desperate cry that escaped him as his head was yanked back by his hair was completely unashamed as he rolled his hips up wantonly against Royale's, biting his lip and whining at him. Everywhere that hand wandered sent tingles blossoming throughout his body, and by this point he was already more than ready. He knew perfectly well what was gonna happen next and he ached for it, even if it might not be as angry as he'd have liked--

Scratch that. Take it back.

That hand left him to reach back and Napier caught the movement, his eyes sparkling as he held back the urge to smirk, knowing perfevtly well what was about to happen. As Royale put enough distance between the two of them to get a good look at Napier properly, Alleycat couldn't help but tilt his head almost cutely, eyes glimmering with mischief no amount of acting classes could have ever taught to hide.

"Somethin wrong, handsome?" He sneered.

Seriously it took him FOREVER to notice, and yet when he finally did he still took a half a moment too long to get mad about it based on what Nape had been expecting.

And then the hand returned, squeezing his windpipe as he threw him against the wall and pinned him there, the pain of his head hitting it and the adrenaline rush from the blatant threat to his life all pooling immediately southward as he let out a loud moan. Yes! This was what he wanted!

So he couldn't help but grin and wheezingly laugh, finding the other man genuinely hilarious. "Took y'long enough," He barely managed to wheeze with those fingers wrapped tight around him and already making his head feel the slightest bit woozy, heart pounding frantically in his chest knowing full well at any moment Royale could kill him.

The tightness in his shorts was undeniably painful now as he reached up to wrap his hand around the man's wrist, not attempting to pry him off just yet though he did try to push him back enough to get a bit more airflow.

"I'd'know," he coughed, that Cheshire grin still blatant as he sneered at him, "All I want is yer undivided attention." And yet there was still so much more Royale could do to him if he fuckin wanted, and boy did Nape want him to. Which was exavtly why he wasn't telling him where (he thought) the shit was that he'd snatched.

He wasn't going to make this easy on Royale, because there was no fun in that.

 

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