I'm totally up for this Zor! We need, NEED NEEEEEDDDD a good rp going and le's face it Michelangelo is a little bit of lovely! <3<br/>I've written a starter post but I thought you might want to read it! We can move it over later anyhow! :)<br/><br/>Also consider the kid both a dom and a sub. he's nervous at first but comes on like a bad cold. When he's comfortable around someone he's slightly loud, cheeky, flirty, bossy and domineering, but it takes a little while first and being owned and used never quite loses it's thrill for him. :P<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i39.tinypic.com/2l9nkgo.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Dmitri Marcov<br/>19<br/>Student<br/><br/>Days had dragged into weeks, weeks into months and still no luckâ€¦<br/>Dmitri sighed, rubbed his temples irritably and lost the world behind a net of hair. That wasnâ€™t enoughâ€¦ he plunged himself into what skimpy, little peace he could salvage from the dark space behind his eyelids and tried his damnedest to concentrate on just existing. His stomach sat uneasily in his lap, like an animal with a bad bout of night terrors, his skin felt hollow and clammy, shirt sucking against the small of his back, melding quietly for a cool sweat, silently he attempted to count numbers and listen to his own breathing, but even that sounded rattily in his lungs like drainage through a broken up olâ€™ pipeline and it was a forced and heavy feeling to boot.<br/>Unreal even.  It felt manual.<br/>Take that respiratory system! How do you like the fourty cigarettes a day diet! Howâ€™s that treatinâ€™ yas?!<br/><br/>See, that was the problem when you kept issues bottled up and boiling over; when you found yourself with a little down time, a moment where there was nothing to do but sit and wait, THIS happened!<br/>All the recent anxieties heâ€™d been running from found the time to finally crash the party. Memories swilled up to the surface, like scum on a pond, all at once Dmitri was in his Mammies crappy little house, watching herself slowly poison herself, one bottle of whisky at a time, because of HIM and his glorious lack of prospects (not strictly true, mammy had been an alcoholic since before he could pronounce the word, but in the world of being too tired and too fed up, your brain tended to play the passive aggressive bitch and turn those things around on you in a terrible wayâ€¦), he could see his landlord milling around his apartment, pawing through what little shit heâ€™d pooled together over the years (what WAS kept all had some kind of personal value, the rest had already been pawned off to pay for student fees and to feed an OCCASIONALâ€”at least this was what heâ€™d told mammy when she rumbled himâ€”OCCASIONAL drug habitâ€¦) picking out anything of value to pay his way of the rent or just hauling it ass over tit out of the window.<br/>Two week notice was a joke when you hadnâ€™t coughed up in two monthsâ€¦<br/><br/>AND STILL NO WORK!<br/><br/>Oh he could throw you a whole filing cabinet of paper replies!<span style="font-style: italic"> â€˜Our apologies, you do not fit the requirements, more experience in this field neededâ€™</span>and,<span style="font-style: italic"> â€˜Your education has not reached a satisfactory level, but weâ€™ll gladly have you after a further schooling,â€™,</span>ooh how about that timeless classic,<span style="font-style: italic">â€˜Iâ€™m sorry this vacancy has already been filled, but weâ€™ll have the help wanted sign up in the window again first thing tomorrow bitch!â€™</span><br/>The excuses were a crock of shit and an insult to his intelligence (not that his paper records attested to much intelligence being there at all!) a simple,<span style="font-style: italic">â€™Look buddy, we got fifty guys going for this one job and fourty-nine of them are better qualified than you,â€™</span>would be less cruelâ€¦ at least it was honest.<br/><br/>Soâ€¦ how did he end up hereâ€¦? Sat in a plushy chair, listening to the air con fan rattle (loose screw he reckoned, Dmitri had a thing for mechanics, it came in the territory. Well, half a thingâ€¦ he was only half Russian. Like his favourite cocktail, half vodka, half milk and well, his parents hadnâ€™t skimmed on the milk when they made him!) and tuning out the girl behind the desk.<br/><br/>â€œâ€¦and your attitude to sex?â€<br/><br/>Dmitri froze behind his hands. Sex? Was that part of the deal!?<br/>He looked up, eyes as suddenly as round and bright as two ten pence coins, lips half parted, slack in that way that only blind panic fighting with an ungodly amount of self-control can manage.<br/>On one hand this job was sheer desperation at work; he had grown up with a gut dislike of vampires, Russian bed times stories tended to hone in the worst of the worst and only come in grim and gritty flavour, vampires were one of their most touched on subjects and, well, they were never pretty. Or they were too pretty, but it always ended up in a blood bath, a beheading or a betraying and many other fun things beginning with â€˜Bâ€™. Even giving blood gave him the heebie jeebies as you heard rumours some of it went straight to feeding the monsters, that little blood pack you just gave in the van would end up in their fridges, pinned in plastic jugs like milk in a bag.<br/><br/>Fuck. Ing. Sick.<br/><br/>On the other hand he NEEDED the money and the place to stay was a cushty, sweet, little deal on the side too! It was jobs that came with more perks than a nipple tassel store and if that meant being bitten a few times a week, then damn, sign him up!<br/><br/>The alternative was living on the streets where ticks would bite Dmitri instead and personally heâ€™d prefer to talk to the thing making a midnight snack of him, thank you very much.<br/><br/>The desk girl sighed, drumming her plastic nails against the desk in a series of rhythm-less clicks, â€œWell, there are two systems,â€ she alliterated sounding bored, assuming the blonde went all the way down past his roots and he just hadnâ€™t understood it, â€œthe first is where itâ€™s out of the question unless--â€<br/><br/>Panic flooded his system until he could no longer hear her words, just hopelessly watch her gums flap and her fingers dance. What if that would harm his chances!? Maybe most looked for â€˜companyâ€™ company?! He was desperate for work, but could he really whore himself out for money?!<br/><br/>Whilst his mind reeled, his mouth answered for him, â€œIâ€™m okay for casual sex,â€ he replied, voice coming out barely a whisper, a slight wobble to it that was almost alien to his ears. Jesus, it was like something had possessed him.<br/><br/>The girl was either ignoring him or she really had seen it all before, she simply nodded her head and scribbled something down on a sheet.<br/><br/>â€œOookaaayâ€¦ one last thing and then we can match you,â€ she mused, â€œSexuality?â€<br/><br/>Dmitriâ€™s hands were clasped so tightly in his lap that his knuckled were white, â€œâ€¦ G-gayâ€¦â€<br/><br/>â€œStrictly orâ€¦?â€<br/><br/>Why would that matterâ€¦? He paled at the thought. What if he was commanded into some kind of blood sucking orgy? The idea was so ridiculous it was almost amusing, any reality in the situation was shot dead there and then. His mind was blown and his body on auto-pilot, â€œA little bi I suppose,â€ his mouth mumbled, traitor it was.<br/><br/>â€œDominant or subordinate?â€<br/><br/>â€œNot sure?â€ he squeaked.<br/><br/>She stared him down flatly for a moment, â€œWeâ€™ll put you down as â€˜experimentalâ€™ then,â€ she decided firmly. Apparently he looked experimental, he thought dizzily. Imagine that! â€œAlright then,â€ she stood up, patting the edge of her papers against the table to straighten them, eyes shooting the clock a tell tale glance. Whilst her blood was congealing for boredom, Dmitri felt like someone had flooded his veins with raw gasoline and struck a match.<br/><br/>â€œThank you Mr Marcov, if you can just wait outside in the lounge area, we might have a possible client for you,â€<br/><br/>The boys heart skipped a beat, â€œAnd thatâ€™s it?!â€ he sat on the end of his chair, bambi knees pinched together under the desk.<br/><br/>â€œWell no,â€ she scowled impatiently, â€œYouâ€™ll have to do a personal interview and he can conduct his own background checks if he wishes,â€ she rolled her eyes, â€œAND THEN thereâ€™s all the paper work, but weâ€™ll deal with that along the way with a small cut of your pay. Think of us as a match making service,â€ she rehearsed the last line perfectly, apparently it was their mantra or motto to tell any potential new â€˜companionâ€™, â€œJust wait outside. Please,â€ the please sounded forced, but Dmitri was beyond caring.<br/>For a moment there was a brief glimmer of hope on the horizonâ€¦<br/>Sure, it was over shadowed by the prospect of everything the job entailed, but Dmitri was just about ready and willing to sell a kidney if it brought in a few bucks! All he had to do was play simple and do as he was told, right? Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir!<br/>He wandered back slightly wobbly on his feet, convincing himself that it would be fine! How hard could it be?!<br/><br/>Ten awful minutes passed before the desk girl returned, seeming a touch more pleasant. Vampire mind games maybe? Could they manipulate your brain just like that!?<br/>"Sir? There is a gentleman in the office waiting to meet with applicants. I figured you'd want to be the first one to try out." She closed the statement with a slightly mean little smirk, maybe sheâ€™d caught wind of his nerves, like a shark smelling blood in the water, and wanted to watch him squirm.<br/><br/>Dmitri nodded awkwardly, suddenly feeling very small, struggled to his feet and followed the path sheâ€™d left, every nerve screaming at him to leave in the voice of a thousand childhood fairy talesâ€¦<br/><br/>--But what greeted him when he entered was not what heâ€™d expected, not one bit!<br/><br/>A young man sat in a chair by the window. He had a lithe figure framed by probably hand tailored, well-fitting clothes, soft features, almost dollish, like a Japanese painting only this one was drawing breath and there was a disarming, almost exotic elegance to him.<br/>â€œOh,â€ Dmitriâ€™s lips shaped a perfect O of surprise and then suddenly all sense and urgency dug its heels in, grabbed the wheel and regained control of the situation, â€œP-p-pleasure to meet you,â€ he bowed at the hip, not coming any further than just inside the doorway, already panicking that the nervous stutter made him look like an idiot. If it lost him the job he swore to high holy fuck heâ€™d staple his lips together and be done with it.<br/>If he could AFFORD a stapler anyhow!<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m Dmitri,â€ a tiny bit of a Russian accent was creeping in now in the gap left by his nerves. Stillâ€¦ this manâ€¦ it was hard to believe he was a vampire! He could help himself but to steal another long look, just to make sure he wasnâ€™t seeing things. Dmitri didnâ€™t know what he had expected, butâ€¦<br/>The sun caught the back of the young mans long, dark hair making the tiny stray wisps that came with all hair glow, halo-esque, for what heâ€™d been told was as evil as Satan himself running over kittens in an environment-killing gas guzzler, the irony was not lost on him!