<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Fuchsia Fox and an Artifact Absent</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/cb/51/3fcb513183b094b643a10c74bed38b1e.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro,<em>Albion</em><br/><strong>DAY:</strong>December 25th, 2018 | 8:30PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Toshiro's Place<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Albion</em><br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="">CONTENT WARNING</div><div class="spoiler_body">Licking, sucking, and drugging.</div></div><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>An unbuttoned charcoal gray suit jacket, a loose fitting tie black tie with gray stripes, and dress pants with a white button up shirt and a pair of worn running shoes. Carrying around a messenger bag covered with iconography from various bands, cartoons, and video games.<br/><hr/><br/>With another long and yet over all too soon kiss to tide him over while for the brief moment they had to be apart, Toshiro turned his now exceedingly warm face from Albion towards his phone. Not one to break from a night's musical tone, a few swipes of the researcher's phone had the tense silence laced with the smooth instrumentation (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylXk1LBvIqU) of Miles Davis pouring out from every corner of the apartment, not quite as abrasive as the early Tom Wait's fair Tulip had a taste for back at the Indigo Lounge, but perfect for background listening during matters that deserved one's complete attention. Hearing the soft chinking of glasses clattering together above the swelling music, Toshiro brought his gaze back towards his seemingly increasingly comfortable house guest just in time to miss the small bottle vanish into his coat.<br/><br/>“Well if you'll reward me...” Toshiro spoke with feigned resignation as he raised his eyebrows both at the the dramatics present in Albion's language and the implication that he needed a reason to throw back another glass of whatever Albion had retrieved from Toshiro's limited kitchen. Once again finding himself staring through the bottom of an empty glass, he placed it down on an end table, a dark ring forming over the stack of notes covering it just in time to see Albion's shirt falling down his arms. Once again it didn't matter what Albion said, only that his unusually sensual and low voice was  rattling around Toshiro's head and coursing through his body as he stared in appreciation for the training hardened body, its surface surprisingly smooth for the action it had seen over years of action.<br/><br/>There was no getting around the fact, Albion was leading, his every word dripping with a mixture of command and strength that Toshiro couldn't help, despite all his struggling, to find irresistible. While he usually found a contrast between one's occupation and their role in the bedroom to be a turn on, he couldn't help but find an exception to the rule in the usually calm and cool Albion. His was usually a laid back personality that Toshiro could see being forced into all kinds of  degrading circumstances, so the idea that he was secretly one to take charge in his intimate relations, in stark contrast to his public persona, was undeniably sexy.<br/><br/>Taking hold of Albion's presented arm, Toshiro gazed into those green eyes with silent acceptance of his part in their dance before bringing Albion's hand slowly towards his mouth, and briefly pressing his lips against the sides of the fingers offered to feel the roughness of those well worn hands against his mouth. Then with a sly smile he slid both fingers past his lips, his tongue slowly savoring taste of the whiskey's slight honeyed backing against the mildly salty taste of Albion's skin, the sensation of his fingers against Toshiro's tongue both abrasive yet warm and somewhat comforting. Toshiro looked back up into Albion's face with his fingers still half submerged in Toshiro's mouth, the corners of which pulled back in a wicked grin as his teeth dug somewhat forcefully against their prisoner.<br/><br/>The promise of a night never forgotten meant little to a man who never forgot anything, but if simply the sight of snowflakes brushing against Albion's skin had been enough to bring Toshiro's lips to his skin, there was little chance of resistance at the opportunity to lap whiskey from the smooth chest of the silver haired man. Letting out a long and low breath at the sensation of Albion's hand caressing him over his pants, Toshiro rose his tall lithe frame along the left side of Albion's chest, kissing and allowing his tongue to trail along the contours of Albion's well defined musculature. Passing over those beautiful and well defined pectorals, Toshiro couldn't help but lightly lap at Albion's nipple, giving it a light coating of moisture before gently blowing on it. Looking up at Albion's face for a moment to gauge his reaction and seeing that his teasing had its desired effect, Toshiro greedily sucked at Albion's chest as his hands straddled the along the sides of his exposed torso.<br/><br/>Finally making his way to the base of the trail to the promised land, that line of whiskey that surely promised sweeter rewards at its end, Toshiro began to make his way down the center of Albion's chest, his tongue greedily lapping a stronger flavor of what Albion's finger's had teased. However as Toshiro neared closer and closer to Albion's belt line, the stirring in his head and sense that the world was whirling below up seemed to rise in intensity against him, the music reverberating at the crisp notes began to slur into a cacophony of entangled tones, and the once eager fingers that had been struggling with Albion's belt buckle seemed to lose all dexterity as Toshiro's body slowly collapsed back into the couch, his half open eyes struggling against what his dazed mind assumed had been an overabundance of alcohol.<br/><br/>“I'm... m'sorry I think... there should still be some... some coffee I just gotta...” Trying to get to his feet, it immediately felt as is someone had torn the floor out from under Toshiro as he immediately collapsed back into the couch.<em>'No this shouldn't be the whiskey.'</em>Toshiro thought to himself as his usually rapid mind struggled to process even the most simple of thoughts,<em>'I've had far more to drink on nights like this and I usually at least made it past the first round.'</em>Rolling his eyes towards Albion, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed to have his flame see him like this on the cusp of their romance, but at the very least he was glad he wasn't alone for whatever this ever more terrifying sense of powerlessness ended up being.