Remnants of the Earth
INTO THE PAST => Flashback Threads => Aedolis FBs => Topic started by: Nix on July 25, 2012, 06:43:04 pm
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The spotlight felt as good as Isandre imagined it. Of course being front and center singing would have been better, but Isandre was the last to join That Band. Besides playing the keytar was fine. It was a start. He sat backstage in the dressing room idly playing his keytar, that ever somber and cold expression on his admittedly gorgeous face.
He didn't really care where his band mates were or what they were doing, they were probably celebrating a great show. He was too good for the lot of them. He brushed a strand of blue-black hair out of his face. He had just dyed it the other night and since he didn't bleach it first the blue just sort of tinted his naturally black hair. Of course that was what he was going for anyway, and damn anyone who implied other wise. After another few minutes of messing around playing that stupid melody that kept invading his thoughts he put his keytar back in its case and flopped down on the couch kicking off the white pumps he had worn on stage. He was fairly certain his smokey eye makeup had smudged but it didn't matter, nothing could tarnish his looks.
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The door to the dressing room opened suddenly and violently, slamming against the wall and bouncing off. Felix stood in the door frame, twirling a drumstick in one hand as he peered happily around the room. Spotting Isandre sitting on the couch, he pointed his drumstick at the new member and grinned even wider than before.
"Heeeeey! There ya are!" Waving, he walked over and plopped down onto the couch next to his bandmate. "Great job with the show tonight!"
Felix paused and leaned in, peering at Isandre's face.
"Huh? Why d'ya look sooooo...bleh?" He squinted, his smile shrinking a bit. They just had a super successful show! Why in the world wasn't he happier?
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Right. This kid, the happy drummer boy. Of course the show was great, Isandre was part of the band. He resisted rolling his eyes and just turned his head to the side instead. "Not everyone is constantly sunshine and lollipops..." He let out an annoyed sigh and stood up, partially to distance himself from the twit and partially to get out of the corset top that was starting to hurt.
Isandre reached behind him and pulled at the corset strings, finally ripping the damned thing off and then proceeding to remove the low cut blouse he had on under it. He stood there in only the long mermaid style dark blue skirt that trailed behind him even more so now than it had on stage (mainly because he had discarded the pumps) and stalked over to the make up mirror to inspect how badly his face was smudged. Surprisingly it was in good shape, only a bit of smudging under his eyes. "So why aren't you out celebrating and getting it on with the screaming fans that were practically salivating on the stage?"
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Felix's smile returned to to it's full brilliance.
"Well if ya want sunshine and lollipops so bad, we can go t'a candy shop tomorrow mornin'!"
When Isandre stood, he sat sideways on the couch and crossed his legs, beating on the cushion with his lone drumstick. He looked up at his bandmate as he walked over to the mirror, and briefly wondered why he wore so much clothing. Glancing down at his plain dark shirt and jeans, Felix thought about the older man's question.
"'Cause I was wonderin' where you gone- er, went. So I came to look for ya." He let out a goofy chuckle and waggled the drumstick proudly at Isandre. "But I tossed out my other stick at the crowd! They liked that."
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Isandre scoffed and laughed at the happy-go-lucky prat. "I don't want to go to the candy shop Felix." He said as he turned to face the drummer rather than look at his reflection in the mirror. "And the crowd didn't want your drumstick they wanted your stick." The keytar player said, grabbing his own crotch for emphasis.
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"Oh, okay..." Too bad. He'll just go get some candy on his own later.
Felix made a humming noise and looked around the room, scratching at his mop of hair.
"Heehee. Drumstick, stick, same thang, righ'?" He looked back over at Isandre. "Ya got an itch down there?"
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"You are ridiculous... next thing I know you'll come out as a virgin." The dark haired male scoffed once more before cleaning up the smudged bits of makeup under his eyes. He figured he'd go out on his own later and fuck some pretty little thing... or get fucked. Either way. He looked back at the chipper face behind him in the mirror and rolled his eyes at the younger male.
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The drummer laughed and resumed beating a rhythm into the couch cushion.
"What's wrong with bein' a virgin?"
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Isandre turned so quickly in his chair that he nearly fell off of it. "Are you serious?" He said with a dark harsh gaze. "You're 18 aren't you?? What are you deformed down there??? I mean you should have gotten rid of your virginity years ago... if you can't preform you can always take it... seriously... that's just... wrong."
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Felix laughed again, loudly this time, at his bandmate's reaction, falling onto his back.
"I didn' said- say I was one!" He uncrossed his legs and waved them in the air briefly before resting them back on the couch. Not liking this position, he then did a complicated maneuver so that he was laying on his stomach while facing Isandre.
"I jus' wanna know why ya think bein' a virgin's so wrong!"
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Isandre scowled at the laughing little prat. Really. That fucker. "Its just wrong... I mean you reach a certain age and you start fucking... if you don't then obviously something is wrong with you... don't fucking joke about that." He turned angrily back to the matter of his beautiful face which needed just a few touch ups. "It would be disgusting if you were still a virgin..." He grumbled under his breath as he applied a thing veil of powder to his face.
"...so what kind of things turn you on then?" He asked after a few moments, realizing that Felix wasn't going to just go away.
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Twirling the drumstick in one hand, Felix started kicking his legs in the air, glad that Isandre was still talking to him. In a strange way, he looked a lot like a female teenager gossiping with her best friend.
"Hmmm? Turn me on...?"
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"What makes you hot... what makes you hard? What makes your drumstick erect?" He asked wondering why he was still talking to this idiot. He hadn't spoken to anyone in this band this much.
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"Ooooh, um... Hmmm."
Felix nodded, finally managing to understand what the keytarist meant. He propped his head up with his hand and poked his lips out, making an exaggerated thinking face.
"...I dunno. Lots of stuff."
Like elastic, his face instantly sprang back to it's normal, too-happy expression.
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"You are just a joy to talk to." Sarcasm oozed from those 8 bitter words. He finished fixing up his make up and stood up to grab the blouse he had just discarded and sniff the armpits of the garment. No. He put on his corset waist cinch-er. His nipples and pecs were showing, now but it looked sexy.
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"Thanks!" The sarcasm flew completely over his head.
Felix watched interestedly as Isandre picked up his shirt and put on a corset.
"Why d'ya wear such fancy stuff? They look hard to have on."
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Of course this simpleton would miss the obvious sarcasm, and proceed to ask something like that. "I wear it because it looks good." He said slowly like he had to explain it to a two year old. "Seriously why don't you go away?"
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Because it looked good...? Felix thought for a second, and then shrugged and nodded. Of course! That made sense.
"’Cause I dun really got anywhere else to be now. And it’s fun talking to ya!"
It was almost sad how the messy-haired drummer honestly believed they were bonding.
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"You could go celebrate with the rest of your band and leave me alone." He said coldly, honestly surprised with himself since that was the first time his cold 'fuck off' attitude came out during this encounter. "Besides I'm leaving soon as well." He said shoving his feet back into the white pumps and putting the blouse in his bag.
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"But I dun ‘member where they went!"
Sitting up cheerfully, Felix asked, "Where’re ya going?"
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Isandre let out an annoyed sigh. "I don't know... somewhere to pick up someone hot and sexy to take home with me tonight."
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"Take ‘em home?" He paused. "Like...for a party? Can I come?"
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"Yeah a fucking party in my pants." Isandre hadn't been this over come with the need to bang his head against the nearest wall in years. Was this kid really that dumb? The only reason he didn't tell the drummer to fuck off was because... well... he was his drummer. And he had to play nice with the band mates at least for now. After a few moments of disbelief, wondering if Felix was just high, and trying to figure out why the fuck he was still talking to this dumbass, Isandre sighed, rolled his eyes and said the three words he knew he would regret. "...you can come."
Isandre didn't even wait to hear Felix's answer, he just grabbed the rest of his stuff and headed out of the room. If the stupid human smiley face wanted to follow him then fine. If not than that was cool too. If Felix did come though... he was gunna teach him a few lessons that would make this band experience a lot more enjoyable.
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"Yeah! Partyyy!"
Felix immediately dropped his drumstick and jumped up, running after Isandre.
"So where're we goin'?" He jogged up next to the older member, his smile even bigger than before and his eyes wide and bright, much like a child who was on his way to the toy store.
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So the little happy scamp did follow him. Damn guy was like a puppy. A puppy that needed kicking. "...To my place. It's a private party... unless you want an audience?" Isandre figured the drummer wouldn't understand the implication, and if he did, well he had played dumb and innocent well enough till now.
Isandre shrugged his bag strap up higher on his shoulder as they walked, out from the back stage area, he would keep walking even as he waited for Felix's answer because he didn't want to seem like he was waiting on the other to decide.
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Naturally, he failed to grasp the deeper meaning of what Isandre said.
"Oooh, a private party. Sounds fancy..." He let out a goofy giggle, feeling the need to exaggerate the words, for some reason. "Le's have a private party!"
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Right. This idiot had no idea what he was saying. Isandre almost felt bad about taking advantage of that... almost. He continued to lead the way to his place in silence, leaving the club they had preformed in and walking across a skypath to a near by building, past that one and behind the next. It was really a short walk, but he had a prime location. Isandre didn't have to wait to become famous before hitting it big, he was already rich and privileged.
He heading inside the large luxurious building and swiftly walked to the elevator, barely waiting for Felix to follow him as he got on. Once the door closed he scanned his chip and it automatically took them up a few flights, though they had entered the building pretty high up to begin with. When the doors opened it opened directly into his huge suite. Modest amount of modern expensive looking furniture filled the spacious living room before trailing into the open concept kitchen with state of the art appliances.
Isandre put down his stuff right by the entrance and moved to flop down on the huge, plush, white sofa, practically ignoring Felix as he pressed a button on a remote and the shades on the large window across from the elevator opened. Haviah's city scape was quite the view from Isandre's apartment, lights twinkling from other buildings, some of which you could even see the top of.
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Felix followed Isandre, managing to keep quiet until they reached the older member’s suite. Always easily impressed, he "oooo"d as he stepped off the elevator and inside, looking around eagerly.
"Whooooooa, ya place is much cooler than mine!" The excited drummer practically skipped around the apartment happily, going over to the window. "And what a amazin’ view!"
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"Thanks." Isandre muttered before patting the couch next to him. "Come sit with me Felix~" He said with a sexy little smirk. If he brought Felix home to play... he might as well play.
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"Hm?"
Felix tore his eyes away from the window where he was trying to pick out different buildings and turned to look at Isandre. At the keytarist’s beckoning, he hopped over to the couch and plopped down on it, crossing his legs. He then bounced a bit, enjoying how the lush sofa felt under his bottom.
"Wow, I can’t believe ya get to sit on somethin’ this soft everyday!" He bounced a few more times, as if to prove to Isandre how amazing his couch was. "Heehee!"
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Isandre was about 70% annoyed with Felix's bouncing, 20% indifferent, and 10% aroused. He chalked that last part mostly up to the fact that his cock wasn't as discerning as his brain. Still none of that affected his next sentence. "Felix... when you have sex, do you prefer to fuck, or get fucked?"
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Felix sat still and squinted, seriously thinking about Isandre’s question. Answering stuff like this didn’t really bother him; he was actually used to getting asked such things. It was interesting, at times, being in a fairly popular band.
"Duuuunno! I’ve only been with women. If I was with a guy, though, I’d prolly be theeeee..." He gestured with his hands. "The...bottom, ya know? Hahaha!"
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Isandre couldn't seriously see Felix initiating anything with a man, so it made prefect sense that the annoying mildly cute younger guy was a bottom. Besides it never mattered to Isandre. Top, bottom, man, woman; fucking was fucking, as long as it was pleasurable and they were good looking. "Do you like guys?" He asked as he moved closer so their legs brushed together slightly.
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Felix sat back, not noticing Isandre's leg. Man, he was making him think hard today with all these questions.
"I guess so, yeah! I mean, I ain't picky. People're people." He folded his arms and tried to nod wisely, but, instead, it just looked like he was bobbing his head happily.
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Isandre was barely paying attention to Felix's actual answers or wants at this point. He wanted to fuck, and Felix had wanted to come back to his place. That was all he needed to know. "Yeah?" He asked leaning closer to let his lips trail the side of Felix's neck. "What do you think of me?"
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Scratching at his neck, Felix looked over at Isandre, mildly surprised at how close he was. The drummer paused, briefly getting a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that there was something odd about the situation. Unsurprisingly, he ignored it, smiling brightly at his bandmate.
"I think ya’re really nice, and it’s pretty fun hangin’ out with ya! Heehee."
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Isandre chuckled, though on the inside he was getting really pissed off. The keytarist leaned in more and put his hand on Felix's crotch rubbing it gently. "...No Felix, what do you think of me?" He purred before leaning in to kiss the drummer.
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Oh.
Ooooooh.
......oh, shit!
Finally realizing what was going on, Felix quickly dodged away from the kiss, scooting back toward the other end of the couch as fast as he could. Suddenly extremely nervous, his normally brilliant smile was obviously forced.
"W-whoa! Ah...h-hahaha.... Uh, wh-what’re ya doin’...?"
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Isandre got to grin now. That was great. That reaction was priceless. Seriously, he hadn't realized that getting the annoying twit all nervous would be so fun. "Felix~" He purred huskily. "You wanted to come here... with all we talked about tonight you can't honestly tell me you didn't know what I wanted~" Felix probably could but Isandre wasn't going to except that answer now.
He scooted closer to Felix again. "I'll be gentle Felix, I promise~ let's just have some fun together..."
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"N-no, l-le's not!"
Felix did a spectacular roll backwards over the arm of the couch, peeking over it cautiously.
"I mean, th-there's lotsa other ways to have fun, hahaha..."
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"...So you don't like me? Why did you lead me on like that then?" Isandre didn't even care that Felix did a crazy flip. He just wanted to fuck and Felix was ruining that. "You are such a cock tease... and you could have fucked me if you wanted too..."
Isandre started stroking his own cock through his skirt. "I can't believe you would do this to your band mate."
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Oh crap, oh crap... There was nothing Felix hated more than making people unhappy. Because of this, he very rarely turned people down no matter how ridiculous the request, but this... Felix wasn’t sure if he should feel bad for refusing Isandre’s sudden advances or just appalled. The drummer had some pretty strict boundaries when it came to sex, not that his band mate would know. Well, it’s not like he hasn’t been in similar situations before... Hopefully, he could keep from getting too intimate without upsetting Isandre. Averting his eyes away from the, er, stroking, Felix looked up at him apprehensively.
"I’m sorry, I do like ya, really...! I-it’s jus’... Uh... Um..." Without finishing his explanation, he glanced around, trying to think of something he’d feel more comfortable doing. "H-how about jus’ a kiss...?"
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Isandre halted his hand and refrained from touching himself. This kid was really starting to piss him off. Still he looked so uncomfortable... damn it.
The keytarist stood up angrily. "I'm not going to make you kiss me, I'm not that desperate. Next time you shouldn't go home with someone you don't want to fuck, not everyone is going to take no for an answer." He said before heading into his bedroom and just leaving the other on the floor of his living room.
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Crud, that just made things worse! Felix flailed around on the floor a little before scrambling to his feet and following Isandre. After lingering outside his room for a few seconds, the drummer ultimately decided that it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to go in.
"Uhhh... Hey? Isandre...? Um... Ya in there?"
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Isandre laid on his bed and rolled over on his side so that his back was to the door. "Of course I'm in here. I don't walk into a room and magically transport somewhere else... you obviously don't want to be with me so I removed myself from the situation. Just go since you find me sexually repulsive."
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"It’s not like that!" He looked down, shuffling his feet. "I mean, I didn’ know ya wanted to...do it. That, um...s-s’prised me."
Felix slowly poked his head into the room and paused. He suddenly felt very awkward, something that was extremely rare for him. Squirming a little, he tried to think of the best way to say his thoughts out loud.
"I jus' dun feel, um...cum...comforta ble, doin’...that...with anyone. I mean, yeah, I do, but like... Not for, um, a long time."
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Isandre let out a sigh. Maybe he had pushed the drummer too hard. Damn it, he just wanted to screw around! He unceremoniously flopped over to face Felix. Damn... he wasn't even in the mood anymore, that face just made him a mix of guilty and pissed off.
"...look I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were... well a dimwitted cock tease and a prude." Despite how that came out he was legitimately trying to apologize. "You can come in, I won't try anything." Isandre sat up and pulled his long blue hair down from its up do before climbing out of bed and moving to open his closet. "You can hang out and we can just watch TV and shit. I'm just going to change into more comfortable clothes."
He was still partially in his stage clothes after all.
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Allowing the insults to fly over his head, Felix carefully inched his way into the room, trying not to push his luck.
"Really...? Ya dun...hate me or nothin’...?"
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"... I'm annoyed but I don't hate you or anything..." He grumbled as he pulled out a long silk night gown. He started to head toward the attached bathroom to change but then paused and looked at Felix.
"... you don't hate me do you?"
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Felix smiled happily, relieved. At Isandre’s question, he shook his head quickly and walked fully into the room.
"Nu-uh. I’d never ever ever hate ya!"
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Damn this guy. "Well, make yourself comfortable." Isandre turned and headed into his en suite, closing the door behind him. He stripped down and washed the make up off his face before putting on his night gown. He had thought about taking a quick shower but didn't want to leave Felix by himself that long.
Damn him. Prudish, cock teasing idiot. And yet Isandre was finding it hard to hate him. They should dislike each other since they were so different, shouldn't they? Ughhhh.
After a few minutes he headed back to his bedroom, and Felix.
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By the time Isandre came back into the room, Felix had indeed made himself comfortable. The drummer had dove into the bed and was wrapped up under the covers, rolling around.
"It’s so sooooooft...!"
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Ok. Apparently his band mate wanted to be raped. Yep. That was all there was to it. That prudish, fart-faced moron was rolling around sensually on his bed! Isandre had to reel in his anger and bite his lip to even deal with this! More over why did he even care?! Felix was cute and shit sure, but he'd had hotter fucks... why was the drummer getting him flustered at all?
Whatever. This night couldn't be over soon enough. He let out an exasperated sigh and plopped down on the large bed next to Felix. "Yeah, its top of the line. I can't just sleep on anything, I need my beauty rest." Isandre picked up a remote on his night stand, pressed a button, and a large TV came out of the ceiling. "You want to watch something?"