Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => Topic started by: shinigamikitsune on March 17, 2009, 04:50:42 pm
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It was still early in the night when Iolani had finished his gig as some bar that was close to his house. Typicaly he liked to stay around the places that he performed at, allowing people the chance to come up and talk to him about his music if they wanted. However he decided against that tonight. The performance had been great, so he was a little to buzzed up to sit still, plus the place was a little too seedy to stick around for long.
He'd gone home quickly, just long enough to drop off his bass guitar. As much as he loved it, it was no longer needed for the evening. He decided to keep his stage cloths on. It consisted of a white kimono style top that had black trim with silver embroudered dragons and lotus flowers on it. There were fastenings on the inside to keep it closed without the use of an obi, plus it ended about mid thigh. The back of it hung down just enough to give his cute little black wings room to move with ease. He wore a belt that gave the illusion that it helped keep the kimono closed. It was black leather with silver chains draped with it. The buckle was flat and silver with a bright pink bunny head siluette with cross bones underneath. He also wore tight black pants that had slits of material removed from up the sides and held together with criss crossing leather strings. On his feet were platform boots that went up to his knees, laced up all the way with bright pink laces.
His make-up for the night was black eyeliner applied thickly with charcoal grey eyeshadow that had hints of green in it to help illuminate his deep green eyes. He'd painted the inner part of his lips green while linning the outter half with black, and applied a shiney clear gloss that would keep it all in place. Although his hair wasn't too long, there was enough to put it up into a bun, which was held in place with black laquered chopsticks, which held tiny silk bright pink flower strings hanfing down from the thicker ends.
With his stuffed red lion, Marli, in hand, he went to find himself a club. Not that it was hard to find. He knew most of the places, and which ones to avoid. He chose one that was only a 30 minute walk from his place. The music ws good there, and he knew the bouncers well enough that the usualy patrons wouldn't harass him.
More then a few people looked at Iolani a little funny because of Marli, or perhaps because of his fox features mixed with the wings. It could have even been the way he dressed, or all of it put together. Whatever the reason, the little bassist didn't pay attention. He lingered near the bar long enough to finish a drink, before he found his way to the dance floor. Dancing always was a little better with a drink or two in you. Just enough to loosen you up and calm your nerves a little bit. It wasn't that he had a big problem with large crowds of people, just that he didn't always feel comfortable being in them.
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Andreas had no problem with crowds. He was already flying high, the music swirling colors around him. He was pretty sure Raa wouldn't approve. He was such a stick in the mud about drugs. He loved the guy, really. But he should learn to chill out a bit. And Idina wasn't around when he had wanted to leave. So the Siren was unsupervised tonight.
And thoroughly enjoying it. Several girls were dancing with him and Andreas was totally cool with that. He didn't really dress up much when he went out. Dressing up was for on stage. He was just in some tight jeans and a t-shirt for a band he liked. He had to carefully modify all his shirts so he could fit his wings out them and sticks darts in them so the shirt didn't loose it's shape. Made him more sewing savvy then he would have normally preferred.
Still dancing he brushed up against some feathery wings. Hey! Cool! He had wings! Andreas beamed and grabbed onto the wings, "Whoooooa! You have wings too! I have wings!"
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He was dancing away, in his little groove, when suddenly he couldn't move quite as good anymore. He looked over his shoulder at the person who was yelling at him... then he had to look up in order to see is face.
"Um yeah.. I have wings too." He blinked a couple of times, and came to the conclusion this guy was drunk or stoned... probably stoned by the way he was acting. Then again most people here were chemically altered in some form or another. "Could you possibley let them go please?"
Iolani smiled up at the man, he couldn't get a good look at him from this angle, but he did looks handsome enough.... and that so caused him to blush. Not so much at his own thoughts, but at the rather perverted ideas that Marli was telling him.
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"They are so cute!" Andreas happily continued to wiggle and flap the smaller boys wings. He was far too high and happy to care about someone else concept of personal space. Plus he was more then used to utterly ignoring Viz and his attempts to get him to stop.
Then Andreas focused on something else, "Whooooooa! Freeeeaky!" His hands released the wings and latched onto the fox ears, smooshing them around the boys head, "You are like some crazy...fox...bird. ...thing.....yeah!"
Swaying slightly, Andreas gave the smaller boy a slightly lopsided grin, tossing his hair out of his face. The world was a happy place right now for him. Bright colors, cool music, warm fuzzy feelings and smooshy soft fox ears.
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Yes. The taller male was deffinately stoned, no doubt about it now. Well at least his ears were only being smooshed instead of tugged on.
"I'm not quite sure what I am really." He took the chance to turn around and face Andreas, which even with his platforms he has to look up at him. "Nobody was around to tell me when I was old enough to understand." He tilted his head slightly, looking the guy infront of him over. "Do you know what you are that gives you such pretty wings?"
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"Oh. 's cool. I know lots of people who don't know what they are." Andreas had in no way let go of the boys ears, giggling slightly as he manhandled the delicate things. He smoosed and tugged and shaped the ears.
He paused long enough to give him a bright smile, "Yeah. Mostly anyways. I'm part Siren. Donno what else though. But I do know that much." It's what made him a great singer. He didn't really take pride in his voice because of that fact. That would be like being proud that you could blink really well. It was just a normal part of life. Sing, fuck, breathe, eat, sleep. "And I hate my wings."
The singer really did. They drove him nuts. And he had been saving up to get them removed. He just always seemed to need some money here and there that he was still a ways from his goal. Damn poverty!
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Iolani tilted his head slightly, not even bothering to try and swat the part-siren's hands away, knowing they'd probably only end up somewhere else on his body. "I like your wings actually. White is a nice color. It doesn't make them seem as dark and menacing as black does."
His wings won't the only thing on him that was black. So was his hair, along with his fox ears and tail. Though in all fairness there with the white tipe at the end of his tail like normal foxes. Not to mention that his eyes were dark even if they were green.
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That made Andreas laugh, "I don't care what color they are. Pain in the ass. Can't clean them right, always fuckin' itchy and no one wants to help groom them. Always get in the way, clothes don't fuckin' fit!" Andreas had a whole list of reasons why he hated his wings.
"They are all sensitive and delicate and suck in cars and on elevators and shit!" Though it was hard to stay angry when you were on as many uppers as Andreas was. The anger soon petered out into fuzzy good times as he kept smooshing the boys ears.
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At this point in time, Iolani was quite thankful that he hadn't decided to get his ears pierced. Though with the way Andreas kept smooshing them, he was having a hard time catching all of the conversation. "I suppose it would be more difficult to take care of wings that are larger."
He reached up to stop one of the older boy's hands. "If you're going to continue to do that, perhaps we could find a quiter place in the club to continue this."
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Andreas glanced over his shoulder at his wings. He didn't really think they were that big. That Pilot lady, hotting with the blue hair and eyes and the great rack. She had huge wings. His weren't that much wider then his shoulders, "Mine aren't that huge man."
He blinked down at his hands, rather surprised to find him still molesting the kids ears, "What? Sure." Andreas grinned, not really caring. He could do whatever. Everything was just happiness and sunshine right now.
He looked around, swaying with the music again, reaching up to brush some bright blue hair out of his face, "Where did you have in mind? Ain't many quite places."
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"I know of a place in here. It's a ways from the dance floor, but you can still hear the music and talk." That is if there wasn't anybody else in that back corner at the moment.
He bit his lower lip slightly, with a hint of nervousness, then took hold of Andreas' hand. He lead him threw the crowd and across the club. Thankfully nobody had claimed this spot yet. "Here we are." He smiled to Andreas, going to let go of his hand and slip into the booth.
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Andreas was led along, not really paying much attention, listening to the music and waving at a few people. He looked at the booth, then crawled into it, "Cool! I've never noticed this this place before." He glanced back at the dancers on the floor, "Man....you could totally get some great head back here and no one wouldn't know!"
Leaning back against the back of the booth, Andreas sprawled out, forgetting he was supposed to go back to messing with the kids ears.
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Iolani couldn't help the blush that crept into his cheeks and warmed his face a little. Those were deffinately not the words he had expected to come out of the other's mouth. Though he was pretty sure that people had gone further then just giving head.
He slipped into the booth as well, setting Marli carefully aside, then looked towards Andreas. "Now that we can hear each other better, my name's Iolani."
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Andreas didn't really notice. He didn't tend to censer himself normally. It was far too fun to mess with Viz and make the poor kid blush. And he was paying more attention to the graffiti on the wall, finding the the drugs and flashing lights made it seem like the letters were moving.
"Iolani? Crazy name dude." He turned his attention to the kid, "I'm Andreas. Lead singer of Mind Haze." He blinked, "That's a band. A cool one."
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"it's nice to meet you Andreas." Then a smile came to his lips. "I knew you looked familuar. I've heard of Mind Haze, and caught a couple of your shows here and there. I have to admit that I like your style."
Iolani took a moment to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "I play the base and sing, though I'm still looking for a band to join. I thought I had found one a while back... but I had to leave... for personal reasons."
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"Yeah. We rock!" Andreas grinned, "Shows are pretty cool too. My voice doesn't do it's....thing I guess...." Andreas paused losing his train of through. He shook his head, trying to clear it, then shrugged. Wasn't important anyway.
He leaned forward, sprawling out against the table, "That's cool. I bet you'll find a band soon. Always people lookin if you got talent." He slid a hand into his pocket and fished out a tube. Fumbling for a moment he managed to get the lid off and pop a brightly colored pill into his mouth.
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He tilted his head slightly as he watched Andreas fish out the pill. "What's that?" They always said curiosity killed the cat... good thing he wasn't feline. It was probably some sort of drug, though he hadn't seen one so brightly colored like that.
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Andreas looked down at the tube and laughed, recapping it and sliding it back into his pocket, "It's just a pretty little happy pill. No worries."
Grinning Andreas fluttered his wings lightly, "Yeah. So...what's up little...weird dude!"
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Iolani nods a little bit. "Ah.. I see. A happy pill." Drug using confirmed. Well at least it seemed as though Andreas didn't drink when he drugged himself.
"I am not weird." Pouting a little at having been called weird. "I'm just unique." Sure, that's what it was. "Besides, you were the person who was molesting my ears."
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"Sure." Andreas licked his lips, letting the pill absorb into him. He didn't tend to take these very often, only when he wanted to party hard. He liked a mellow, chill high for his regular life. He shivered, twitching slightly.
Then he laughed, scraping his slightly greasy hair out of his face with his fingers, "You totally are weird little birdman. And what's so odd with petting big whatever the fuck animal ears those are!" He grinned, eyes slightly glazed.
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"They are fox ears... and I have a matching tail as well. So really, I'm more fox then bird." He watched Andreas closely, as though trying to see if he could tell exactly when the pill started taking it's effect.
"Though that doesn't really explain why you decided to molest my ears for as long as you did."
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Andreas shrugged, "Fox dude then." Didn't matter much to him. Tail and wings. Man he was glad he wasn't that kid. Clothes would be such a pain. He grinned again, attention going back to the dance floor. He was getting twitchy. Needed to burn some energy off.
"I donno. They were soft and there." He gave short laugh, "And I'm fucking high! Seemed like a good idea."
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Iolani chuckled softly. "I suppose that is reason enough then." He noticed Andreas was starting to shift his attention back to the dance floor, so he scooted closer to him. He wasn't really sure why he did it, just that he wanted this older boy's attentions on him right now.
"Of course I don't use all that often. My tastes run more towards alcohol right now."
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Andreas had only been half listening, distracted by how the bright colors appeared to his stimulated brain. So he looked a little confused when Iolani moved closer. It wasn't bad, so Andreas just grinned at him, eyes not really focused on him, "I like to drink on occasion. Normally I drink at home though."
There were some other ways to burn off his energy then dancing and Andreas had never been very picky, "I can get you a drink if you want?"
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"That would be nice, actually." Iolani took a moment to look Andreas over again. "I live on my own, so drinking at home seems rather pointless to me."
How lame was it do drink all by yourself out home. At least drinking alone at a bar didn't make you feel like a complete loser. Plus there was always the possibility of finding somebody to drink with, or them finding you.
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"Alright." Andreas grinned at him, "You live alone? Cool. I live with my band, gets a bit crazy sometimes." Glancing over at the bar, he stretched his arms out, "So, let's get you that drink. And then maybe you can take me home."
Really, it was best to just cut to the chase. It was a busy club, best to just move on if they weren't looking for the same things. And the kid was cute enough.
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Iolani bit the inside of his lower lip a little. He wasn't exactly sure about the taking him home part just yet, but he couldn't deny that he wanted him a bit.
"Just as long as you make sure that it's something hard and straight up." He honestly didn't like those drinks which were overly fruity or sweet. It could make drinking a little too easy to go over your limit in a short amount of time.
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"Sure dude. I can do that." Andreas grinned back at the kid, "I'll get you whatever you want." He slid out of the booth somewhat less then gracefully, laughing, "Whoo! Good shit. Goood shit."
He made his way through the crowded dance floor to the bar, leaning against it and waiting for the bartenders attention.
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He giggled a little at Andreas' wonderful display of standing. "I'll be waiting right here."
Iolani watched him until he was half way across the dance floor, then looked down to Marli with a slight frown. "Of course I know that he wants in my pants. So what?"
He tilted his head slightly as though listening to the doll. After a moment he gasped. "What that dirty mouth of yours! Where ever did you learn such language?" ................ "Okay.... so maybe you do have an excuse as to why you know, but that doesn't mean that you have to use such filth." ................. "Marli! That is just mean!" .................. "You know what? For that, I am totally letting him do whatever the hell he wants to me." He sticks his tongue out at the doll, then listens some more. ............... "You're not my mother." .................. "Whatever. Besides, he's kinda hot."
He glanced up to see if Andreas was coming back yet or not.
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Andreas had managed to get a drink, soda and he thought rum. He took a sniff and nodded. Up. Not a bad drink, but he disliked being stoned and drunk. One of the other was good for him. Though being sober just seemed pointless to him.
He was still to out of it to really care that the kid seemed to be talking to the doll. Instead he set the drink down and leaned against the side of the booth, brushing his hair out of his face, "There ya go. Hope it's right."
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Now that Andreas was back, he ignored Marli. To the best of his ability at least. He smiled up at the other winged being. "Thank you." He picked up the glass to take a little sniff first, then a sip of it. Rum... very nice.
"This is perfect, thanks." He tilted his head slightly as he watched Andreas leave against the booth. "Aren't you going to sit back down?"
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Shaking his head, Andreas raked his hand through his hair again, still feeling twitchy, "Naw. Naw. I'm cool. I want to stand."
He reached down and poked the stuffed animal, "Isn't it a little weird to bring a teddy bear to a club?"
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Iolani ignores the protests that are coming from Marli when Andreas pokes him, then shrugs slightly. "Marli's part of my stage presence. I had a gig before I came here tonight." No need to add in that he takes Marli with him everywhere he goes. "I had only stopped long enough to drop my bass off at home before I came here. Since I didn't bother changing, it didn't cross my mind."
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"Oooh. Crazy. That's cool." Andreas nodded, eyes slightly glazed from the drugs. Probably shouldn't have taken that last one. Mellowed out a little. But too late for that. He started to smoosh and pet the kids ears again, "You are in a band? Cool! I'm in a band!"
The fact that this had already been discussed was lost on Andreas. Remember kids, don't do drugs.
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He didn't even attempt to have Andreas stop this time. There really wasn't any point to it. Though the petting part did cause him to purr a little bit. "I'm not in a band actually. I'm still looking, and in the meantime I perform and sing on my own." Yes this had been covered, but it was easier to go with the flow for now.
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"Cool! I'm in Mind Haze. You heard of us? I'm the singer." Andreas grinned, petting his ears happily, "You got soft ears for a bird."
His attention shifted back to the dance floor, body moving with the music. It was tempting to go back to dance. He wanted to burn this energy off, it was hard standing still.
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"Yeah, I have heard of you." He smiles then finishes off the drink. Whether is was so he could get to the point that he didn't care how many times Andreas repeated himself, or to down out Marli, it was unclear at this point. "They are fox ears... my tail is just as soft."
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Andreas frowned at that, "I don't think I want to touch your tail. That just seems weird." He liked the ears, but tails seemed icky. He glanced over his shoulder again at the dance floor before back at the kid, "You drank that pretty fast."
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Iolani gives him a little pout. "Awe. My tail's not all that bad. I take very good care of it." He looks up at him, then shrugs when asked about the drink. "I didn't want to let it get warm. It's best when it's still ice cold."
He couldn't help but lean into the petting and smooshing now. "You wanna go do something?"
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"No way. Tails are way gross man." Andreas wrinkled his nose, "I ain't petting your tail." Looking down at the glass, he nodded, "Oh yeah. Though I like me beer warm. It's better that way."
That question got a grin from Andreas, "Yeah. I was hoping you might take me home."
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He wrinkles his nose a little. "Warm beer is like drinking piss." That was just badness all rolled into one. He shook his head slightly at the thought of it. Pushing it aside, he collected Marli into his arms. "My place is about a half hour walk from here... unless you have other means for us to travel."
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"You drink piss?" That was kind of gross. But hey, as long as he had like brushed his teeth sense the last time, Andreas was okay with that. He wasn't gonna judge. He moved back to let Iolani get out, "I gotta car." He grinned, "It's a piece of shit for sure though. But she still runs."
Andreas probably shouldn't be driving it, but that didn't tend to stop him.
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"No, I don't drink piss. But I would imagine that's what it would taste like." He wrinkled his nose at the thought. That was just disgusting to even think about. He snatched up Marli and nodded to Andreas. "Then lead the way. I'll give you directions as we go." He knew he probably shouldn't be getting in a car with a stoned driver, but he really didn't care right now. His alcohol tolerance wasn't all that high.
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"Oh, well, whatever. I wasn't judging man." Andreas shrugged, grinning again as he made his way through the crowded club. So many pretty people, all dancing and writhing together. Andreas liked that, the heat and sweat. Felt all primal or something. Whatever it was, he loved the music and the movement.
The air outside the club is refreshing against Andreas skin. His shirt is plastered down with sweat and his wings itch a little. He'll have to get Idina to groom him later, "Eh. It's this way." He nodded down the street and started walking. He had actually paid for parking, as he hated walking. Even high he didn't want to have to walk more then a few blocks.
He didn't really feel the cold, despite the fact he knew he should be. Score another point for drug use. His car was a small, trashy, beat up old car that seemed equal parts rust and duct tape. There were a number of dents on it and it was probably older then the two of them combined.
Andreas managed to get his door unlocked in two tries and he flopped into the seat. He had to sprawl over the seat and unlock the passenger door by hand, as the power locked hadn't worked in years, "Hey. Hop in. Um, careful with the seat. Cushion ain't on real good."
Letting the kid get in and make himself comfortable while he coaxed his engine to life, "So, where we going?"
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With Marli held within his arms, he followed Andreas out of the bar. A glance was given to the dance floor, but that was about it. After all there would be other nights when he'd feel like dancing. For now however, he had the lead singer of Mind Haze wanting to be taken home by him... then again quite a few people have probably already done so before.
He tilted his head and hugged Marli a little tighter when he saw the car. Oh my. It was cars like this one, that maded Iolani glad that he decided to walk most of the time. Once the door was unlocked, he settled in carefully, almost afraid that if he touched anything, or even breathed the wong way, something might fall off.
"This is certainly an... interesting car you have."
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If asked, Andreas could honestly not give a number for the number people he had slept with. He enjoyed the sensation of sex and that brief moment of connecting with a person. Made all the better by the fact that you didn't have to know the person.
Not that he only slept with people he didn't know. He was friends with Idina and they fucked all the time. But he did like the simple, easy and beautiful connection on got with one night stands. Plus, orgasms felt good.
Pulling out of the lot, Andreas grinned at Iolani, "Fuck yeah. Janette is my fucking baby. Ain't she a beauty?" She seemed to run well enough now that she was started and despite being rather stoned, Andreas's driving was better then expected.
Not to say it wasn't rather frightening to experience, but still better then one would expect.
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Iolani was thankful that he was drunk enough not to care too much about the driving skills of Andreas at the moment... or he would be if his mind was that clear to think of such things. "She's certainly one of a kind...."
He set Marli in his lap then focused on remember the directions to his place. "You go up this block, then take a left. Head stright for 3 blocks, then right for another four. After that it's another left for about half a block." Though he does point out when Andreas needs to turn as they go along.
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"Heeeeck yeah she is! Ain't no woman as pretty as my Janette." Andreas followed the directions, actually managing to not get them killed. There was only one close call with a light pole, but Andreas managed to get back off the curb and not hit it.
He even managed to park the car pretty well. Shutting off the engine, Andreas turned to grin at the kid, "Fuck yeah! That was awesome. Lead the way to your place dude."
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Iolani had never before been so glad to be on solid ground once again, even though the ride was short. He hugged Marli just a little bit tighter as he nodded to Andreas. "It's this way..."
He headed up to his place, his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out the key. Once the door was unlocked and opened, he motioned the older boy inside. "Make yourself comfortable."
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There wasn't much in the apartment, but that didn't really bug Andreas much. He flopped onto the couch, sprawling his long legs out under the makeshift table, "Hey not bad. Not bad at all."
Resting his head on the back of the couch, Andreas stared up at the swirling patterns in the ceiling. The drugs made everything more interesting as he stared up at it.
"So....uh...." Andreas paused, trying desperately to remember the kids name, "Iolane?" He grinned at him, rather upside down as he was still flopped over the couch, "Wanna come a little closer, yeah?"
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"Thanks..." He shrugged a little bit. He knew there wasn't much to the place, but it was good enough. He'd been living on his own since his parents died when he was little. Iolani moved to set Marli down elsewhere.
"Close... it's Iolani." At least Andreas hadn't been too far off. He nearly blushed when he was asked to come closer, but thankfully managed to keep it in. He pulled the decorative sticks from his hair to allow it to fall back down into place as he moved to sit on the couch with Andreas.
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"Whoa. Pretty." Andreas' smile got bigger when the boy let his hair down. Made him look more like a girl and Andreas tended to like girls better. He blinked slowly, his mind having trouble thinking through his drug haze.
"You look like a girl. With, like, the makeup and stuff." He nodded again holding his arm out. Kid was a lot shyer then he was used too and Andreas wasn't really in the clearest of minds to respond well.
"Iolani, huh. Sorry about that." Andreas said the name slowly, trying to keep it in his memory, though he was doubtful. It was kinnda fun to say.
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"That's part of the idea to my stage costume." It was hard not to be a little shy about it, after all his only other sexual experience wasn't one that he wanted to remember. But either way, he did move closer towards Andreas.
"Forget my name again and perhaps I'll have to lick the letters of my name on you somewhere until you do remember." Though the words might have been bold, he can't stop the blush that follows them.
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"Ooooh. Cool. That's like...uhh...what's his name. In IF." Andreas liked to follow the bands progress. He had been friends with the lead singer before he had joined the band. He kept meaning to send him an e-mail soon. With all the bad times and stuff.
Reaching down, Andreas tugged his shirt off, tossing it aside, "Sounds pretty fair." Under his clothes, the siren had pale skin that had never been exposed to a real sun, though Andreas looked more pasty then porcelain. And he was about 10-15lbs underweight, scrawny and lacking much muscle definition.
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"Yeah, sorta like that. Plus platform boots are easier to pull off with that look." He smiled softly, with a near blush when Andreas took off his shirt. Iolani was kinda scrawny as well, though he wasn't overweight.
He undid his belt and let it fall to the floor before he crawled into Andreas' lap. He was still a bit nervous, but that was understandable. "You'll have to forgive me if I seem a little shy. I've never really done anything like this... at least not willingly before."
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"Seems uncomfortable." Andreas was enjoying where this was going, pulling the kid close. Then froze at the bassists next comment. He must have misheard. Who says things like that?
It still made him feel a little awkward as he leaned down, kissing the boy lightly, hands sliding over his back.
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He was way past the point of being sober, and sometimes the little thoughts that floated around in his head sorta popped out. He didn't even realize that he had spoken that last part out loud. For now Iolani focused on the kiss.
It was a nice kiss, though it took a couple seconds for his mind to remind him that he should kiss back. His little wings gave way for Andreas' hands to roam where they pleased. His own arms finding their way loosely around his neck.
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Kissing and drugs helped Andreas forget about the awkward comment. His hands moved over the kids wings, feeling them lightly. He liked his own wings being touched. They were rather sensitive. Plus he was always trying to get people to help him take care of them.
Iolani wasn't much of a kisser, but Andreas didn't mind. He wasn't all that picky and a warm body was a warm body. And the boy was pretty enough, if somewhat weird looking.
Reaching down, Andreas fumbled with the kids pants. He wasn't really much for foreplay when he was this fucked up.
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Iolani was still a little hesitant, but he'd made up his mind. He tried to learn from how Andreas was kissing him, though it was hard to remember at the moment.
It seemed that the older boy didn't want to deal with too much foreplay. Which was fine with him. This was just a fuck after all, and not about any sort of love making.
When the hands reached for his pants, he inhaled sharply for a second, though relaxed. He brought one of his own hands back in order to start undoing the hidden fastenings in his shirt.
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It was probably good that Iolani was dealing with the straps. In Andreas' present state, they probably would have blown his mind. Dealing with pants was hard enough. The drugs made everything seem not quite there. The world didn't feel real.
Once he had the boys pants undone, he tugged them off. He blinked slowly at the pants in his hands, almost confused to what they were doing there. Tossing them aside, he stood up, fingers tugging at his own pants. A few false starts and he managed to get them undone enough to slide them down. His hips were so narrow, it wasn't hard to wiggle free of the baggy jeans.
Leaning down, he kissed the kid again, settling on the floor between his legs, "So...uh....damn. You don't have lube, do ya?" Andreas was fucked up, but not so gone that he was gonna hurt someone. That just wasn't cool.
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Iolani watched Andreas settled down between his legs, and he couldn't help being highly turned on and a bit more nervous. He purred into the new kiss, his hands finding their way into the older teen's hair.
After the kiss was broken it took him a few seconds to register what Andreas had asked. He nods in responce and murmurs, "Yeah... in the bedroom." A little blush rose to his cheeks when he admitted this.
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Andreas kissed him a little longer before standing up, swaying slightly and blinking, "Bedroom? Okay." He was still feeling pretty floaty from the last pill he had popped. Made it hard to think. But the siren manged to stumble his way into the room Iolani had pointed him at.
A little more fumbling and pulling of things out of draws lead to the discovery of the lube and a small mess. But Andreas really didn't pay it any attention as he made his way back to the couch, "Uh, I think I found it."
The skinny singer dropped back to his knees and blinked again, forgetting what he was doing. After a moment of thought, he managed to squeeze some onto his hands. Which just lead to him getting distracted by how utterly fascinating it felt rubbing between his fingers.