Prominence, Dominance, and Carnal Desires [Naoi & Brilliant Days]
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				Title: <strong>Prominence, Dominance, and Carnal Desires [Naoi &amp; Brilliant Days]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 08:13:45</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">(http://ongaku.co.kr/mcr_admin/good/data/kiyoharu.jpg)<br><sub><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">And I'll bite this bullet<br>Stop, lock, and load<br>Because I'm gunning for you-</span></sub></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>T</strong></span>he car that pulled up next to newly opened BDSM club was a shiny obsidian color, little glints of reflective light showing the metallic tint to the otherwise untainted hue. The shoe that emerged first out of the car was an equally deep hue of black, though this time matte, followed swiftly by an elegantly pressed pants leg, and a man bedecked in designer clothe, silken shirt barely clinging in an obscene manner to a lightly tanned chest, revealing an assortment of tattoos over the left side of his torso and shoulder. He smirked as he crushed the cherry cigar that was limply dangling in his hand against his palm and let it dropped to the floor, relishing in the burst of burning, yet pleasurable, pain he received from the act and stepped fully out of the car.<br><br>The moment the door of the vehicle closed behind him, it pulled away with a purring roar the brought a small smile to his lips before he stalked towards the door, ignoring the line of people waiting for entry. The bouncer nodded and allowed him into the entrance hall and reception area and he grinned, flashing a small hint of his sharper canines. They weren't long enough to be called fangs, no Incubus's was, but they were sharp enough to pierce just about anything if he so wished it, and was chock full of aphrodisiacs and other such hallucinogens, something the man at the door was most familiar with, judging by his sudden shifting at the door.<br><br>Removing his coat, Kohsuke was pleased at the prompt response as the piece of clothing was taken to the closet room. Nodding in response to another call boy's offer for wine, he took a glass and headed through a set of doors that lead away from the main pleasure lounge and subsequent dungeon and playrooms, instead leading him to the business and office section of the exclusive club.<br>"Good evening, Kohsuke-sama," his secretary murmured, blushing as he fell into step beside his much taller boss, eyes lowered demurely to his office uniform of bondage leather and satin. Kohsuke nodded and held his hand out for the folders in the young males hand and promptly began rifling through them, already bored by the tremendous amount of legal jargon scattered about the official documents.<br><br>"Anything new within the club that I should know about, Aki-san?" he muttered huskily, voice smooth like a glass of honey mead or brandy, yet husked, like an added spot of whiskey, with just a hint of scratchiness, probably from the smoking. He had perfected such a tone for causing arousal, and admired as the dark haired boy flushed and shivered as he spoke. Perfect, as usual.<br>"Not really. The day crew spent a normal day with the shop, and we sold quite a lot in store and online," came the immediate reply, prompt and clipped, yet accompanied by a seductive hand stroking along his arm as they finally reached his office. "However..."<br><br>He raised a brow and stepped into his office, flipping on the lights and crossing the room to sit on his large, softback chair. "However?"<br>Aki fiddled slightly with the end of his skirts before gesturing to the visitors section of their large offices. <br><br>"However, you have a... visitor. An apparent local of the area who wants to dispute our claim on the land here," he answered, bowing apologetically. "He refused to leave or to schedule an appointment, and there's something quite odd about him, sir. He... seems... well, actually, he gives off the same aura as you, but different. Either way, I was intimidated."<br><br>Kohsuke's eyes flashed as he eyed the other male, tilting his head. "The same aura as I do, but different... interesting."<br>The secretary bowed again with a sheepish look. "Do you want me to try and send him away again, or would you mind seeing him?"<br><br>For a moment, he didn't say anything, then he lent forward and rested his arms on his desk, after setting down the folder of paperwork. "I think I'll be gracious and grant our guest a meeting," he responded, and was appeased when the other left promptly to do as he asked. '<em>This one is a lot better than the last buffoonish human,</em>' he thought to himself, chuckling as he heard Aki instructing his impromptu guest to enter his offices.<br><br>When the door swung open again, he had his best seductive aura playing about him and a deadly smirk about his lips. He could crush any human within a few seconds if he so wished. However, when the man stepped into his office, he actually recoiled with a hiss, eyes narrowing as he stood almost stiffly.<br>"Vampire..."<br><br>The word was said too low for any human to hear, but he had no doubt the other could. Yet, all he allowed himself to show after he'd re-schooled his face was cool indifference. "To what do I owe this dubious pleasure," he intoned, seating himself slowly and wishing he had a glass of brandy to sip on.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prominence, Dominance, and Carnal Desires [Naoi &amp; Brilliant Days]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 09:38:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i45.tinypic.com/t83x4i.jpg)</div><br>The nerve.<br><br>Being asked to wait. And by a human, no less. The very <em>nerve.</em><br><br>Upon a luxurious chaise in the club's dimly lit waiting room, the voluminous skirt of an otherwise form-fitting black dress billowed over the edge of the supple ebony leather, concealing long, shapely legs before at last yielding to the shape of massive platform boots that likely weighed more than the man who wore them. Given extra height solely by the grace of his tall shoes and back-combed raven hair, the man himself was fairly small, very slim and with features rivaled in delicacy by only the finest of porcelain dolls. He looked rather like a mannequin; almost too flawless and equally stoic. Even his eyes, icy blue in color and rimmed with intricate ebony makeup, seemed hollow and without vibrancy.<br><br>That stony nature did well to mask the true emotion beneath those dead eyes, for beneath the facade of a cool, emotionless China doll laid an anger burning with such intensity that given the opportunity, it could burn the entire club to the ground. As a businessman, the club's existence was a nuisance - but as a member of the criminal underworld, it was an insult. No one, absolutely no one opened shop within the city limits without the go-ahead from Kyrie Ducard, yet it seemed that some unfortunate soul had had the mind to do just that, and though he didn't look it, Kyrie was furious. And rightfully so. That city had been home to Kyrie and his coven of nightwalkers for centuries and anyone who dared to challenge his claim on <em>his</em> territory without first paying his dues answered accordingly. Kyrie owned every major business, every notable piece of real estate, and every last person of authority right down to the Chief of Police. How a club like Kohsuke's had slipped past his detection, he neither knew nor cared. He would crush him nonetheless.<br><br>When at last the human boy returned to the waiting room, informing him that Kohsuke would see him, Kyrie's eyelids narrowed in the slightest. The gesture was a minuscule one, nigh imperceptible, but the fact that his expression had budged in the slightest spoke volumes about his mood. The two lackeys accompanying him, each clad in a pressed black suit, quite nearly shrank away on the spot. Kyrie moved to stand, his gloved hands dropping to smooth the front of his skirt, and with a silent glance to his men as a signal to stay put, he stepped into Kohsuke's office.<br><br>Kohsuke was not pleased to discover his visitor's nature. As to be expected. And the feeling was mutual, for Kyrie was not at all thrilled to sense the aura that surrounded the man behind the desk. An incubus. Of all creatures, the troublemaker who had wandered into his territory had to be an incubus. Long had vampires and incubi stood on opposite ends of the playing field, each the unofficial rival of the other. Yet, Kyrie held his disdain well, and silently approached the man's desk.<br><br>"I assure you," came a dulcet voice from behind black lips, "the displeasure is mine."<br><br>Kyrie folded his small hands over the front of his skirt and shifted his weight, assuming a rather delicate pose quite out of place on a crime lord. His doll-like exterior did well to cloak his true nature; a cold-hearted shark of a man who would sooner tear his competition limb from limb than reach a compromise.<br><br>"You have brought down upon yourself a great deal of unpleasantness, incubus," said the vampire, again without a scrap of emotion visible upon his porcelain face. "Unpleasantness that you could have avoided, had you thought to consult me before opening your little... establishment." He used the word lightly. "You see, this is <em>my</em> city. I am certainly not opposed to sharing space, of course, but it must be on my terms. Quite frankly..." He gave pause, and then his tone softened, "I do not appreciate outsiders setting up shop in my territory without notice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prominence, Dominance, and Carnal Desires [Naoi &amp; Brilliant Days]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 21:26:26</strong>
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				Well, wasn't this just nice and peachy? <br><br>Kohsuke scoffed inwardly as he stared at the other man with no small amount of disdain, although his more sexual nature raked over the doll-like frame in appreciation. He had learned how to suppress and ignore such feelings however, and so merely displayed his animosity, tensing even further as the other approached his desk without his permission. It figured that such a species would be so rude, but he refrained from saying anything, hand idly spinning a pen as he allowed a slight smirk to light his face. At least he wasn't the only one unhappy about the situation.<br><br>"I see," he intoned, leaning forward ever so slightly, and gesturing to the chair in front of his desk in, what he thought was, a courteous manner. "Well then, please enlighten me on the nature of your presence in the offices of my club."<br><br>As the other man began to speak however, Kohsuke's visage slowly darkened until he was all but glaring at the other, the slight flash of his miniature fangs showing just how irked he was.<br>"Unpleasantness, you say," he snapped back, sitting ramrod straight in his chair, the comfort it provided him long forgotten. "Listen vampire, and listen well. The surrounding area may be your territory, but this club, is <em>mine</em>."<br>He allowed a pause so that his words would sink in before he continued. <br><br>"I, 'quite frankly', do not care what you do with 'your' city, but the minute you attempt even the slightest thing on <em>my</em> property, I will not hesitate to end your existence." There was no waver in his voice, showing just how much he meant what he was saying.<br>"That being said, I will be gracious enough to explain to you how and why I obtained a piece of this land without your knowledge." He gestured around him and then pointed at an ornamental set of fangs hung up in a glass box on the wall. "Those belonged to the previous owner of this land, whom I assumed you allowed to set up here. He tried to scam me out of... well, I won't go into that. But, when I went to rectify the problem, the pitiful creature begged for his life to be saved and offered me this land. I took it, and his fangs, and decided to set up a chain of my club here."<br><br>His smile was positively deadly as he finally gave into the urge and stood up to get some brandy. "That is what happens to vampires who decide to fuck around in my clubs, so please don't make yourself another unfortunate victim."<br>He poured himself a pony of brandy and gestured to another glass.<br><br>"Want some?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prominence, Dominance, and Carnal Desires [Naoi &amp; Brilliant Days]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 07:22:00</strong>
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				It seemed to Kyrie that unlike himself, the incubus was not the sort of man to withhold his disdain. Instead, he wore his irritation openly, this time in the form of a glare and a momentary flash of his small fangs. Even more than that, Kohsuke had the <em>audacity</em> to speak to him in such a flippant fashion, had the nerve to talk <em>down</em> to him as one would talk down to a child. Kyrie was not amused and, for the briefest moment, he entertained the thought of unleashing his most primitive nature on the man - but as always, he refrained. There was nothing to be gained by having a temper tantrum, after all. Kohsuke was an annoyance, yes, but one that Kyrie was positive he could handle in time.<br><br>Hopefully sooner rather than later, because this particular incubus really knew how to grate on the vampire's nerves. Not only by talking down to him, but by openly threatening him. Again, Kyrie did not visibly react, but as Kohsuke explained to him the details behind the opening of his club, the vampire became host to a multitude of dark desires, all of which began and ended with spilling the arrogant incubus's blood. As far as Kyrie was concerned, incubi were the lowest of the low, relying on skills of seduction for survival. How much lower did it get?<br><br>Ice blue eyes followed Kohsuke as he moved to get his drink, wary as ever - perhaps more so now that the incubus had opened up a threat. Kyrie was not intimidated, but he was not about to put his guard down against someone who had just declared war on him and his faction.<br><br>"I never drink brandy," Kyrie stated flatly. He tried not to drink at all, as he felt it hindered his ability to focus, and when focus was all one had, one tried very hard not to lose it (although he rarely ever turned down a good glass of red wine). Besides that, he didn't trust Kohsuke in the least - certainly not enough to fetch him a drink.<br><br>Falling into silence once more, Kyrie stepped away from the desk and meandered toward the wall where Kohsuke had hung the ornamental glass box containing the fangs of a very unfortunate vampire. In being perfectly honest with himself, he was somewhat impressed with the incubus's nerve. It took a lot of guts to rip a vampire's fangs from his mouth. Nonetheless... "If you think your threats frighten me," he said at last, his cold gaze turning back toward the vampire, "you are sorely mistaken. I could have you dispatched tonight if it suits my desires, and make no mistake - it does."<br><br>The only thing preventing Kyrie from having Kohsuke eradicated was that he was not yet certain who the incubus dealt with, or what he dealt in. If the incubus associated with powerful figures of the underground and suddenly dropped off the edge of the earth after a suspicious argument with an equally suspicious vampire, Kyrie would have more trouble on his hands than any incubus was worth. Still...<br><br>"Such a shame," Kyrie murmured, his tone soft despite his frustration. "You could have proven quite useful. But I highly doubt anyone will miss that pretty face of yours."
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