Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)
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				Title: <strong>Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 10:03:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.chancentre.com/sites/chancentre.com/files/welcome-to-nightvale-podcast.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Search for that open place that you keep in your chest, along with your unspoken thoughts and dark dreams. Welcome to Night Vale."</span></strong></div><br>A haunting melody came onto the numerous radio speakers set in windows, walls, bathrooms, and in actual radios in the homes of all of the citizens of a small desert community. In the radio station, a beaming red neon sign proclaimed the words 'ON AIR' in a bold proclaimation into the modestly lit studio. <br><br>The melody soon faded to a faint backdrop of nothingness as the radio host spoke into his microphone.<br><br>"Hello, listeners," a smooth voice seemed to float from the radio speakers in the small desert community of Night Vale. "We've received several phone calls, text messages, and a cardboard box filled with an odious, yellow liquid and woolen mittens that have asked about last month's 'Support The Secret Police' fundraiser."<br>&nbsp;<br>One could imagine the speaker reading from a sheet of paper, half-open eyes behind shining glasses scanning type-written font as a steaming cup of coffee is within hand's reach. "So far, we've asked that donations be sent to the Secret Police via leaving them on your porch then running away in terror, but some of you might've been confused." <br><br>A shoulder twitched, as a tendril reached out to grip the handle of the coffee cup. "The cardboard box didn't comment as such, but made 'glopping' noises before slinking away and leaving a trail of the ooze. Thankfully, Intern Cody says a bit of bleach with some powered bone and elbow grease should do the trick, and the stains will come right out." <br><br>A brief smile, teeth standing out evenly as the voice becomes slightly foreboding. "For his sake, I would hope he is right."<br><br>The voice paused, as the rising and falling of stringed instruments unlike those of this world began humming in the background. When he spoke again, it was evident by the underlying tone of what could only be called 'giddiness' that he was very happy about... something. <br><br>"I can honestly say that today will be a good day," the radio host said, giving the listening audience the visual suggestion of a raised eyebrow and a half-smirk on his face. "I woke up this morning, started the coffee maker, cultivated the indoor bloodstone garden, gave my offerings to the Sheriff's Secret Police on the front porch, came back inside to make breakfast, and had a few moments of bliss being hugged from behind by my boyfriend while we were standing in the kitchen." A low, dreamy sigh escaped on the radio waves from the man's parted lips. "Carlos, my handsome and beautiful scientist boyfriend, you always know how to say good morning in just the right way." <br><br>A brief, low staccato growling in the distance caused the voice to tremor slightly. "Ah, yes, that was a small memo from Station Management, yes, erm, back to the news," the host briefly stammered, taking a sip of coffee to compose his ruffled demeanor, before reading off the paper on the desk before him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>02-02-2015, 02:47:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/a0996c3eb33d00f5e9d3a09642ade8ea/tumblr_mrdkxnDtAU1sn6stdo1_500.png)</div>It had been a very good morning. Waking up to Cecil's voice was always a delight, but what was even more delightful was that Cecil had remembered to make coffee. It had taken Carlos a while to adjust to this place. The first time Cecil had told him there were some days the coffee maker simply didn't <em>exist</em> due to capricious and forgotten gods of home and hearth, Carlos wasn't sure the relationship would work. The enterprising scientist was intolerable without coffee. But the sweet smell of that coffee had started his day perfectly.<br><br>He also had to remember that he'd left a donation to the Secret Police on the doorstep last night. Cecil had already gone to work, and today was more of a 'day off' for Carlos. As weird as that was. He peeked out the front door to see if the donation was taken away, and to his disgruntlement, it looked like the Secret Police had <em>also</em> taken his paper. For a Secret Police department, they were more inconsiderate than most non-secret police, in Carlos' experience. <br><br>After drinking his coffee, Carlos conducted an experiment. He brewed a second pot of coffee to see if he could trigger it into non-existence like the coffee pot. After doing complex calculus, he determined that it would only happen on Tuesdays, and then he made the coffee stop existing in another way by drinking it.<br><br>There were only so many experiments that he could do at home. And if he ruined anything, he was sure Cecil would be upset. Particularly because Carlos didn't have time off very often, being a very devoted scientist, and he really needed to be appreciating that time rather than trying to invent experiments. A quiet voice whispered from the wall, “You could just go visit him, you know. I'm sure he'd enjoy that, and you wouldn't need to be bored.”<br><br>Carlos jumped, and the voice said, “Don't worry. It's just me, the Faceless Old Woman who lives in your home.” Carlos coughed and said, “Ah. Yes. Um...that's an excellent idea.”<br><br>“I've also taken the liberty of dusting. It is very suffocating, like a noose of air,” she said conscientiously. <br><br>Carlos thanked her...and quickly departed. There were some Night Vale things he wasn't going to get used to. The Faceless Old Woman was one of those sots of things. He took the bus to Night Vale Community Radio just in time to hear the Station Management Memo. He knocked quietly on the radio booth where Cecil was broadcasting, taking care hopefully not to aggravate Station Management. Intern Cody saw him and whispered, “Do you want me to let you in?”<br><br>The scientist coughed and nodded.<br><br>Cody laughed quietly, and it was hollow and just <em>weird</em>, but he did let him him. Carlos snuck straight up behind Cecil while he was on air and wrapped his arms around him, gently nibbling an earlobe just to ramp up the shock factor. <br><br>“Surprise! Good afternoon!” he said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 09:27:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/45/cf/34/45cf348e8a14eec40cc17859569adeb4.jpg)</div>The radio host had his full attention on the words in front of him, almost basking in the faint glow of the studio lights that was both warm and eerie. It always comforted Cecil to be at the microphone, doing what he was... well, meant to do. It made him fulfilled in so many ways, and he was glad to give back to his beloved community, other than the occasional riot- er, parade clean-up. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he looked up, his own eyes glowing with the faint touch of purple light. <br><br>"... And if you blink too many times, they'll escape. So remember, kids. When in doubt, recycle an empty, plastic milk jug and have it filled to the brim with as many bugs, spiders, and radioactive beetles as you can find. This way, if those monsters do arrive from beneath your bed, which we know they will, they'll have a snack waiting for them instead of you!" <br><br>"This has been Children's Fun Fact Science Corner," Cecil finished reading, unaware of the opening and closing of the door to his studio. <br><br>He had just set the paper down and was reaching for the new sheet when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around him, a warm breath against his face and his ear being... <em>deliciously</em> nibbled by a very familiar mouth. His body did jolt slightly in the sudden embrace, but relaxed as soon as he heard the very familiar voice. Cecil's expression of surprise, a momentary gaping of his own lips and teeth, transformed into a smile that reminded one of a lazy summer's day spent in bed. <br><br>"And speaking of science," the radio host tilted his head back and grinned up at the embracing figure, his voice taking on what could only be described as a warm, purring tone. "I've just received a visitor into the studio, listeners. My very favorite and handsome scientist boyfriend... welcome, Carlos." Through the lenses of his glasses, he winked, eyebrows raised in a silent question.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 21:21:49</strong>
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				Carlos smiled and said pleasantly, well-aware that the listeners of Night Vale could hear him, "I just wanted to stop by and see you. I'm taking your advice and having a nice day off, although I do wonder if it should count as a day off when really, science never stops--the world is always revolving around science." He added for any listeners, "And as a scientists, I would just like to confirm that Cecil has given out, at least for how science works in Night Vale, very wonderful advice."<br><br>He gave Cecil a very small kiss just on the lobe of his ear. It was more than a kiss. It was a way to say hello. It was the meeting of two people who knew that they were not always with each other, but that they were always in some manner of togetherness in the way only two hearts could be. It was the touching of two lips to another person, the connection of two nervous systems to convey pleasure, the intimate and yet so-far-away closeness of a brief and transitory contact that lasted two seconds and yet an eternity.<br><br>Then Carlos said, "Don't mind me; just keep moving on with the show!" His voice was cheerful, but his arms were wrapped around Cecil, his fingers playfully touching Cecil's sleeves as if he wanted to play with the tattoos underneath.<br><br>The scientist could tell he had done a good thing by coming in today. He watched the little purple light in Cecil's eyes the way a Night Vale connoisseur might study a fine blood wine or a scientist such as himself might study the structure of mitochondrial DNA under a microscope. What Carlos was waiting on, though, was The Weather. He could get up to some serious shenanigans when it was time for The Weather. That was at least five minutes of uninterrupted time that wasn't on air where he could surprise Cecil with a bit of afternoon delight.<br><br>He asked, "We'll have something nice on for The Weather, won't we? Maybe something slow, soft?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 10:39:44</strong>
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				Cecil had to admit to himself, with the handsome scientist so close to him, that it wasn't just Carlos himself that was so appealing. It was, to a certain extent, his voice. Carlos' voice, the way it would speak so precisely and intricately about the matters of science... the word alone sent a pleasurable tremor down in back and limbs in cascading waves. And those rare moments when the man was flustered and stammering, Cecil had to keep from hugging the scientist fiercely, as it was so <em>adorable</em> to see him undone like that...!<br><br>A flush appeared on the radio host's cheeks at the compliments he was being so generously given. <br><br>"Carlos," Cecil began, his tone carrying a note of pleased embarrassment, but this was quickly silenced by the small kiss to the lobe of his ear. The microphone caught, and held, that small inhaled breath, the slow exhale, the movement of a warm smile on the radio host's face. It was those tiny, almost barely seen or remembered moments of touch, sensation, warmth between him and Carlos... It felt as if two universes had briefly touched, their points connected on a microscopic, yet infinite level- and at that point, there was a silent, cascading explosion of comfort. <br><br>The scientist's cheerful words had Cecil blinking and bringing his eyes away from Carlos, where they had been gazing upward since he had addressed the embracing scientist. He took a breath, smiling gently at the lightly stroking fingers at his shirt sleeves. Carlos had always been fascinated with Cecil's tattoos, and the radio host greatly enjoyed indulging the man's curiosity. <br><br>"And now... traffic," Cecil announced into the microphone, lightly running his thumbs over his fingertips, tapping the paper idly. "Lately there has been good traffic on Route 800, which is, needless to say, very odd. I mean not many actually call in to actively describe and admit that there is good traffic, mostly there are calls about accidents, or about cars in lakes, or the usual day to day items... but we have had many calls today about just how 'Good' the traffic has been."&nbsp; <br><br>Knowing Carlos was engaged with listening to his voice, Cecil's lips quirked as he plucked at the buttons on his cuffs, undoing one, then the other as he spoke, his voice keeping that warm, smooth tone, as casual as a day very, very far away from the dog park. He slid the cuff up one arm, exposing the skin of his forearms and the intricate tattoos there, which were faintly glowing the same sheen as his eyes. His smile broadened when he knew Carlos would make shork work of the other cuff. <br><br>"There are people laughing into their phones, presumably while driving, to proclaim how wonderfully good the traffic is! I can only hope they are not driving and using their phones at the same time, because that is how we have temporal fluxes in and out of the fifth dimension, which are not allowed until tax season is officially over!" He chided softly, the verbal equivalent of waggling a finger- or tentacle, as the case may have been. "This has been... traffic." <br><br>He heard Carlos' question against his ear and smiled gently, glancing out of the corner of an eye to wink at the scientist. "Listeners, so far in our little desert community, we have had some memorable broadcasts in regards to the weather. So many talented meterologists donate their time and expertise towards giving us proper and updated information. With that in mind, let me take you, right now..." the words hung in the air, teasingly as Cecil grinned. <br><br>"...to the weather." <br><br>He reached out, hitting the link to the latest meterologist and their performance. <br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Weather</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Lee_Rosevere/All_These_Simple_Things/</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 21:35:22</strong>
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				Carlos listened to the broadcast in the way that he always did, with an appreciation for Cecil's beautifully mellifluous voice. Some days Carlos just lost himself in it, that magnificent voice, letting it thrum through his body and leave him feeling almost breathless. So much about Cecil was important because of his voice. Or was it his words that made it special; Cecil's career was about communication and language. Carlos sighed happily as soon as the weather turned on, filing that little note about what Cecil said about temporal fluxes in and out of the fifth dimension in the back of his mind, as it sounded scientifically fascinating and worth asking about later.<br><br>His fingers played at Cecil's sleeves, undoing the other cuff and pushing up the sleeve to match the other one. Carlos thought Cecil's tattoos were nothing less than extraordinary; he was never entirely sure if the tattoos were part of Cecil or...perhaps something unique and separate in their own right that <em>just happened</em> to be attached to Cecil.<br><br>Carlos' fingers played at tracing the tattoos on Cecil's left arm as his lips traced a line from Cecil's jaw to his lips, letting his teeth playfully nibble on Cecil's lower lip. "I know this isn't exactly usual from me. But I miss you sometimes. In the way that two people who know each other the way we do might miss each other." He leaned his forehead against Cecil's in a playful gesture. Had they been outside, it would be been the perfect posture for two people leaning slightly too close under the same umbrella, but it was not outside, of course.<br><br>The scientists was being playful and said, prodding one of the more...interesting...parts of one of Cecil's tattoos, "Consider this me testing a hypothesis about these. A good scientists<em> always</em> experiments." It was really the closest line Carlos had ever said to a real joke; he was notorious for not having a very good sense of humor in Night Vale; most people didn't like scientifically accurate jokes. Carlos, remembering this, had been trying not to do that around Cecil, worried it might be unduly annoying him. Then again, Carlos got the feeling he unduly annoyed most of Night Vale.<br><br>So maybe seducing Cecil in the radio station was just a fun little moment of vengeance. A lot of people had disapproved of him and Cecil...because Carlos wasn't from Night Vale. Carlos slipped his lips onto Cecil's again for another kiss, knowing that things were moving a little fast, but The Weather only took so long. And the last thing he wanted was to be caught on-air with...well. Erm. With his pants down. Not that anyone could see it...or could they, in Night Vale? He would always wonder about that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 08:57:02</strong>
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				The radio host tilted his head back, blinking lazily with a smile on his lips, lost in admiring Carlos' handsome features, his beautiful, <em>beautiful</em> hair, the way he reacted to favorable results in his experiments... which appeared to be so as Carlos examined and caressed the tentacles on his arms. He sighed briefly as the scientist's lips gently kissed from jaw to lips, the brief nibble eliciting a low rumble from the host as he heard whispered words, warm in his ear. <br><br>That touch to his forehead was one of the numerous gestures that Carlos did, those brief moments of relaxed contentment in each other's arms that made the act of breathing, of drinking coffee, of speaking... of existing something more than what it was. Or what it was perceived to be. <br><br>"I miss you, too," Cecil murmured. "I know how inadequate that reply is, but somehow even when I'm at work, or bowling, or walking to the Arby's, memories of us together are replayed in my mind, over and over again. There are times when if I were allowed or able to teleport myself instantly from the studio to you, I... I would," he said, with more wonder than insistence as he spoke. <br><br>At Carlos' prodding, the radio host's eyes closed and he had to bite back a moan. The word 'always' held a promise within the syllables that Cecil wanted, wished, a spike of desire racing through his blood that he wanted to arrive to fruition. He blinked again and smiled, raising an eyebrow as curiosity propelled a question. <br><br>"You'd like to conduct an experiment on me? Well, you know how much I love... science," he said, drawing out the word 'science' with an almost purr-like quality. A brief glance at the soundboard revealed they were, in fact, muted to the outside as the weather was playing. It was a rather long recording today, and Carlos... <br><br>Cecil hadn't truly caught onto how the others in Night Vale thought about the scientist, or at least Carlos' perceived thoughts on what 'they' thought- 'they' being indicative of the entire town of Night Vale, excluding Cecil himself. And thinking about others' opinions, including a certain brother-in-law-<br><br>No. No, no, no! He was not going to think about that<strong> jerk</strong> at a time like this! <br><br>The radio host found himself suddenly standing, pulling in Carlos by the lapels of his labcoat in for a much deeper, passionate, and hopefully time-warping kiss, the tentacles on his arms helping as they expanded, became longer, long enough to stroke down Carlos' back and thighs as he was pressed from knee to chest with Cecil. <br><br>The time-warping kisses were the best ones, because while you moved ahead with your lover through time, the rest of reality went backwards and gave you both as much time as needed. Or so it was described in theory. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>14-05-2015, 21:31:03</strong>
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				Carlos normally didn't use science for selfish personal gain, but experimenting on Cecil and those glorious tattoos was just too tempting to pass up. Besides, they really were fascinating. Were they part of Cecil? Were they separate entities in their own right...and if so, was this technically a <em>ménage à trois</em>? So many questions, so little time during the Weather to answer all those questions! How was he supposed to unlock the secret of the tattoo tentacles in only a few short minutes?<br><br>Truly time was unfair that way. <br><br>So what would stimulate these things? Carlos grabbed a few nearby things to test out on the tentacle tats. He grabbed the microphone from the desk, a few pens, a piece of stray paper, and Carlos pulled off his belt. That should be enough variety, he figured, to get an idea of what provided ample stimulation. <br><br>The first thing he played with was a pen, running it up Cecil's arm and tracing patterns, occasionally raising it up to entwine with a tentacle. Then he moved to the paper, which he discovered was arguably the worst thing ever (barring Steve Carlsburg) for stimulating Cecil, and the paper was soon discarded. The belt was a lot more fun; he kept using it to catch or entwine tentacles together. He squirmed when Cecil's tentacles caressed his back and thighs; it was genuinely something else to be touched so profusely and intensely.<br><br>It was hard to remain objective as a scientist when one was, well, <em>hard</em>.<br><br>The microphone was last. That was special. He loved the idea of using it, since they were not on air and the microphone was off, to tease various tendrils of those tattoos. He waved it before Cecil, his expression briefly flitting to coy before returning to his normal stoic and stern demeanor. The blunt end of the mic eventually moved up and down on tentacle, rubbing it and prodding it in all the ways Carlos thought might be nice.<br><br>He murmured softly to Cecil, "You know, perhaps we should switch seats. After all, I'm the one doing the experimenting. And...exploring. And...<em>penetrating</em>...great scientific secrets." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>25-05-2015, 10:33:40</strong>
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				Cecil smiled warmly at the intent light in Carlos' eyes. The scientist was so dedicated to his experiments and studies, it was a joy to watch. Sometimes Carlos would be gone for days, weeks, months... doing important research, he had no doubt. Still, it was galling to admit that one was jealous of a pencil being twirled through such nimble fingers, a beaker being carefully measured full, the notebook dutifully recording each and every record and result-<br><br>But these moments of such... shared intimacy in the pursuit of knowledge and facts certainly made up for that. And Cecil did enjoy indulging Carlos' curiosity, and this proved to be a very enjoyable experiment, from the look of Carlos' very <strong>visible</strong> interest. <br><br>The ballpoint pen had smooth contours and shone, as if it were made from marble or pure bloodstone, which it very well might be. The sliding point of stimulation felt good, almost ticklish against his tentacles, and Cecil grinned. The piece of paper- not so much. It was more scratchy, annoying... but Carlos' frustrated lower lip biting, the move he made when he didn't even realize it, was rather adorable. The radio host kept a neutral expression, breathing a sigh of relief as the paper was tossed aside. <br><br>The belt- Ah, now <em>this</em> was much more entertaining! Cecil outright laughed, the tentacles playfully waving around to evade the belt or to wriggle against the binding when captured. Two of the tentacles moved in a rather suggestive and tempting manner, but the hint might've been ignored. <br><br>When the microphone was picked up, Cecil raised an eyebrow at Carlos' coy look, but returned to a more acceptable expression as the scientist gave him a stern look. As the mesh material passed over his skin and limbs, Cecil gave a soft sigh of contentment as the energy from the microphone's inner core seemed to melt into him, the tentacle being caressed actually curling up against the instrument. The others followed suit, ceasing their attempts to pull Carlos in and merely caress him in turn. <br><br>At the scientist's murmured suggestion, Cecil merely stood up and moved aside, vacating the seat to the scientist. The radio host's hands went to his pants, unbuckling his belt and undoing his slacks and kicking aside his shoes, leaving him in his vest, tie, white shirt and thigh-length black boxers. <br><br>"I certainly hope you've collected enough data, Carlos," Cecil's smile, coupled with that raised eyebrow and his silky voice, exuded a quiet confidence that he could see was effecting the other man. "I would hate for you to be... distracted and fail to learn anything from this encounter." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>28-06-2015, 09:28:46</strong>
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				Carlos's eyes lit up with wonderment and curiosity. There was nothing quite like watching Cecil aroused and playful. There was nothing like watching him do these things when he wasn't supposed to. There were a lot of things there was nothing quite like--the dark morass of the craters of the moon, the soft singing made by the cacti in the desert, the eerie howls of the wolves presumably in the wild, although no wolves were ever seen. But this...truly there was nothing comparable in any way that would prove to be better.<br><br>He took his place in the chair, his eyes crinkling with warmth and good humor.<br><br>"Distracted, me?" Carlos said, a <em>faux</em> sense of hurt in his voice. "I am a scientist. I'll have you know that I am always laser-focused and ready, nay, <em>willing and determined</em>, to see every single study and experiment through until the very end." He bit the bottom of his lip as he beckoned Cecil to come sit on his lap.<br><br>His eyes watched the tentacle tattoos, and with his free hand, he reached out to caress one. He wondered exactly what the pleasure threshold for these things happened to be--how much pleasure was afforded to Cecil when they were touched, how much they affected that more delicious organ between his legs, and exactly how <em>real</em> the tattooed twining appendages truly were.<br><br>This was Night Vale, after all. For all Carlos knew, these tentacles could all be mirages in his mind. <br><br>He brought one of Cecil's hands to his mouth and kissed his wrist ever-so-gently, letting his tongue dart out to caress the lines of one of those inky portrayals. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 11:19:27</strong>
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				The chair creaked, not unpleasantly, as Cecil carefully placed himself over Carlos' lap. While Carlos sounded slightly affronted with his comments, the radio host felt a rush of excitement, tingling through his body and suffused with warmth, watching the scientist like the wolves that roamed the wild- when they allowed their slightly eerie, captivating eyes to be seen. <br><br>It was evidently clear just how aroused Cecil was as he settled, the length pulled against the tightening fabric. As good as it felt, it would be bliss to feel more than just thin cotton or his own hand on that particular member. Just the thought of Carlos touching him caused a bit of light to swirl into his mind, blinking away the faint dizzy spell. <br><br>Any thought of drifting away vanished as Carlos caressed one of his tentacles, the sensation echoing through his body and immediately reciprocated by his swiftly firming cock. The tentacle held by the scientist gave a brief shudder, but curled in closer, seeking more contact. When lips met the soft skin of one of Cecil's wrists, a soft moan escaped, the smile faded to a dazed expression of longing and need. <br><br>"I can see... just how focused you are," Cecil breathed, looking down pointedly at Carlos' own lap. Once again the evidence pointed towards a mutual agreement of physical desire, which was all well and good. "You've explained how scientists are supposed to be separated from the experiment, but I insist upon the need for acknowledging one's own... physical status to be taken into consideration. Very <em>intimate</em> consideration," the radio host almost purred the words, the warmth in his eyes now glowing coals. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 10:16:42</strong>
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				Carlos couldn't help but smile at the almost existential insistence of Cecil wanting to be pleasured; as a scientist, he loved the idea of sex being something up for debate, something that needed to be empirically proven to be a necessity before acting on it. Had Carlos been less turned on, he might have even worked on teasing Cecil some more or if he had more time, but unfortunately, that just wasn't the case.<br><br>With one hand, he held Cecil's wrist, and Carlos's errant tongue licked the patterns of the living art that adorned Cecil, that warm oral appendage tracing every line, every movement of those tattooed tentacles, the strangest and most intimidate kind of oral that one could provide, perhaps. Then again, this was Night Vale. Carlos idly wondered if giving oral to tentacle tattoos would be construed as a vanilla sex night. It was hard to say, and he didn't dare ask.<br><br>His other hand rubbed Cecil's pelvis, deft fingers slipping down to enjoy touching and stroking the growing bulge there. While he wanted to get off, Carlos enjoyed making Cecil squirm much more. Knowing he could make Cecil lose it was something of a point of pride for the normally reserved scientist, ever since Cecil had suddenly become obsessed with him over the radio in the first place.<br><br>"Do you want more?" Carlos murmured in a clipped and almost professional voice against Cecil's wrist, kissing the tip of a tentacle tattoo. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>13-03-2016, 00:36:52</strong>
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				There are moments that seem to focus downward on a movement or a touch- imagine a universe shrinking down from the viewpoint of a galaxy to the viewpoint of the upper ceiling corner of a radio station DJ's recording booth. Then shrinking down further to lips on sensitive anatomy, with almost pin-point accuracy. <br><br>That was what Cecil's being was focused on, but his eyes moved from place to place; taking in the curl of Carlos' beautiful hair as it drifted with each movement, the pile of clothing on the floor, the glint from the soundboard's lights in the scientist's glasses... <br><br>The tentacle quivered and pulsed beneath Carlos' tongue, at times sliding up and down to get closer, or to allow certain areas to be touched... The host knew, every atom of him instinctively knew, he couldn't get enough. As was evident when Carlos' hand found another sensitive part of him, the coaxing stroking causing Cecil to inhale sharply, moaning deep in his throat. <br><br>At the murmured words, Cecil's hips immediately ground downward, enticingly brushing his aroused member deliciously against Carlos' own. As if encouraged by this lewd yet honest movment, the tentacle slid over Carlos' lips, stroking down his chin and neck tenderly. The others on Cecil's free arm waved freely, swaying as palm trees in a breeze. It was clear that the host's mental faculties were being very influenced by the pleasure and lust for coitus racing through his body. <br><br>"Yes, I would... Carlos," Cecil smiled warmly, the glow in his eyes like the brightness of an amethyst fire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 07:07:07</strong>
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				Carlos grinned. He grasped Cecil...and rolled out of the chair onto the floor, grinning at him and kissing him as they fell to the ground. With clumsy yet loving scientist hands, he tugged and pulled and unbuttoned and unzipped any apparel impediments of his own and any in his way to enjoying his radio-host lover. <br><br>He craved the feeling of smooth skin against smooth skin.<br><br>He was hard, and while on the floor, he shifted a knee between Cecil's knees, gently pushing them apart, watching and taking care to gauge Cecil's comfort and reactions. With one hand, he pushed Cecil's wrists above his head, wondering if the tattoos would react to that at all...and hoping they would.<br><br>He kissed him deeply; it was more than just a kiss. This was the sort of kiss where he claimed Cecil's mouth as his own, nipping at the slithery delights of his tongue and grinding himself against him. He was so turned on that it hurt; that was the deliciousness of spending this time in foreplay. He knew he should speed up; he knew there was a risk Cecil would have to be back on the air soon, but...Carlos so rarely let himself have moments like this. He was too often the taciturn intellectual, so business-oriented, that it was nice to have this sporadic romance.<br><br>Considering how weird Night Vale was, having this brief <em>mostly</em> (except for the tentacle tattoos) normal moment of intimacy, was something he treasured. It was thrilling and yet close all at once.<br><br>A moment's blush on his face...was he really about to take Cecil here of all places? It was like he was sharing his lovemaking with all of Night Vale. He turned bright red; the thought was so embarrassing he couldn't even finish it. <br><br>"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly. He wanted to be in him <em>now</em>, but he wanted to hear Cecil <em>say</em> it. There was a glory in making him say things.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 08:28:55</strong>
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				Cecil stifled a laugh as Carlos rolled them both onto the floor. Rather than be passive, he arched upwards towards the scientist, making sure his upper clothing was easily slid off, a sigh escaping when Carlos' hand slid down his bare chest, that touch of skin on skin making him crave more. <br><br>The tentacles as well were pulling the scientist closer, and actually pulling the labcoat and shirt away from his body. Cecil's eyes took in the sight of his lover's body, Carlos' toned muscles and slight sinewy form so enticing. A knee pressed between his legs, and the radio host's thighs spread. Cecil looked into Carlos' intent gaze, giving a beatific and encouraging smile. It only broadened when his wrists were pushed above his head, the tentacles on his arms giving a faint twitch, like that of a muscle flexing, before sliding against Carlos' bared back and waist, teasing but not hindering him at all. <br><br>Cecil's eyes closed as Carlos' lips found his, their tongues warring in that familiar, sensual way... When the scientist kissed him like this, it meant he was very aroused and more than ready. This was only made more evident when his own firm member pressed and slid against Carlos, unable to stop the groan dredged up in response. <br><br>When they parted from their kiss, each one briefly gasping softly, Cecil had the thought that this would be their first time in the radio station in this kind of... intimacy. <em>'Looks like I'm going to have to make a late night visit to the lab to top this,'</em> he grinned briefly to himself. <br><br>He heard Carlos' softly spoken question, and took a deep, calming breath, trying not to bite his lower lip at seeing Carlos' blush. "Give me one moment," he said, smiling coyly. That was when the tentacles on Carlos slithered down from his back and arms, to a much lower area on his body. At the very tips of each one, a clear fluid discharged onto Carlos, gently rubbing around and onto the scientist, making sure his arousal was very well lubricated. <br><br>The first time they had made love, Cecil had talked to Carlos beforehand, not wanting to possibly scare him away. Instead, Carlos was fascinated (and more than a little turned on) when they did their work. That had made the night in question much more amazing than Cecil had expected... <br><br>A twitch of urgency on his own body reminded him how ready he was to take his lover, and those deep purple eyes gazed upward again, wrists flexing against the scientist's grip as his thighs spread wider, offering himself openly. "I'm more than ready, Carlos. I'm yours." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 09:39:59</strong>
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				Now, a much more normal person might have faltered as soon as the tentacles came into play. But Cecil had done well gradually helping Carlos be acclimated to them over time, so there was only the slightest iota of surprise as the tenta-tats discharged slick luscious lubricant onto him. Normally this should have alarmed him.<br><br>Maybe he was getting a little <em>too</em> used to Night Vale.<br><br>So he didn't let the peculiarity of Cecil stop him. No, he embraced the weirdness. After all, as the new government advertisements had clearly indicated, weird was the new sexy. And Carlos was getting pretty into that sentiment.<br><br>He kept Cecil's wrists pinned, and with some gentle but loving fumbling, he eventually positioned himself easily enough. His cock twitched in delight, and he pressed the now-very-wet throbbing tip of it against Cecil's ass. He wasn't too fast or hard with it; he nudged, pressed gently, and gradually pushed himself into the hot tightness of the man he loved more than anything in the entire world.<br><br>He gasped at the feeling. Every moment of lovemaking with Cecil always reminded him of their first time. That was a good thing.<br><br>He eased his full weight onto Carlos and pushed his cock fully inside, burying himself up to the hilt, kissing a trail against Cecil's neck and occasionally allowing a moan to escape his lips whenever one of the tentacle-tattoos touched him. "You're perfect," he whispered. "I wish this could last forever."<br><br>Granted, a dangerous sentiment in Night Vale, where time was a bit...unruly, but he meant every word of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 10:29:21</strong>
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				There were moments he treasured, in between announcements and during the weather forecast. During those quiet moments of straightening papers and drinking coffee that hadn't been turned into bugs, he often thought back to memories of Carlos; checking on important equations and schematics in his lab, participating in Night Vale's more 'outgoing' traditions, the first morning he woke up and the scientist was already awake, smiling at him.<br><br>And more often than not, of their lovemaking, whether it was only last night or several nights ago. It usually resulted in a longer than usual bathroom break, just for him to ease out a few 'discomforts' from his voice. The radio host was unsure if it was noticeable whether or not he had an erection while he was on air... but he didn't want to exactly broadcast that fact out to the entire town. <br><br>Right now, his cock was erect, almost painfully so as it lay against his belly, reddened and eager to be held and touched. But when Carlos pressed against him, Cecil shivered at the touch, taking in a deep breath to relax his body. Each second felt amazing, and his gasps and soft moans echoed the scientist's own sounds. <br><br>The moment Carlos was inside, Cecil tossed his head back, body curling upwards. His fingers kept clenching, wanting nothing more than to pull his lover against him fully, as the tentacles alternated between stroking Carlos and trying to pull him closer. The kisses only increased his desire for his perfect, perfect Carlos. "Ah..." He softly gasped at the scientist's words. "Wouldn't mind more time with you," he said, smiling. "At very least... a few millennia." <br><br>At this, he flexed gently around Carlos', moaning softly at the sensation. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 04:17:30</strong>
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				Oh, to be stroked by a loving man's tentacles.<br><br>That was what the flavor of love was.<br><br>Carlos's body undulated and writhed, gyrated and thrust. It was better than dancing, really. If their lovemaking wereto be a dance, though, it would be a long-lost ritual, handed down by a single practitioner who would teach it to their student, bodies twisting in perfect formation for only the highest and most pleasurable purpose. He wondered why he was thinking in all these eloquent metaphors briefly; he hadn't done that until he's met Cecil and started listening to the radio. Oh, well!<br><br>He tensed when he kept thrusting. It was so difficult not to lose control and simply let passion and strength dictate the tempo of their entwined bodies, but control was important to him. He was a scientist. He was <em>always </em>in control.<br><br>There was a delicious pressure building in him. His stomach muscles tightened, his testicles twitched and felt absolutely tight and magnificent, and his cock was practically mad with delight, each press deeper into Cecil sending little electric pulses of pure divine ecstasy up his shaft. He closed his eyes...but no. He didn't. He opened them again, because he wanted nothing more to memorize every moment of Cecil's face as it was caught within that moan.<br><br>"I'm close," he whispered softly.<br><br>He kept Cecil's hands pinned, and he whispered seductively, his voice lowered in pitch to sound just the correct amount of husky, "Tell me you want it. I love it when you plead a little for me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 08:07:38</strong>
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				Each movement Carlos made had Cecil squirming and sighing in kind. His hands wanted to stroke those firm shoulders, crafting each sinew of muscle beneath toned skin... but as he was wonderfully trapped, his other appendages were more than happy to do so, lovingly caressing the scientist. <br><br>A smile brief lit his lips, as another gentle yet insistent thrust had him groan softly in reply. Carlos was picking up the speed slightly, the muscled body tensing up between the radio host's spread legs. There was a slight tell that Carlos had, which Cecil picked up on very quickly after a few sessions- the scientist's eyes would glow, as if unshed tears were gathering... but it looked to Cecil as if the scientist's eyes were the window to an entirely new universe, with spiraling galaxies and a miraculously shining beam in the center. It was beautiful, flawed, imperfect... and perfect at the same time. <br><br>He had to bite back against the small moans buried deep in his throat, as Carlos sped up. His own cock was upright, tapping against Carlos' abs with every thrust, and had yet to actually be touched... <br><br>The radio host's thoughts were derailed as Carlos whispered to him, and he inhaled deeply; there was the faint scent of the radio station carpet, the brief&nbsp; sight of glowing runes on the soundboard, yet his attention became enveloped in the smell, touch, and taste of his lover taking him, right here and now. <br><br>When Carlos asked him to plead, Cecil opened his mouth to speak, panting softly as he looked up into those softly glowing eyes. "Carlos, <em>please,</em>" he begged quietly, his tone insistent as the word 'please' hitched slightly. He swallowed, throat bobbing as he thrust his chest up towards the scientist, spreading his legs as far as they could go. <br><br>"P-please... cum in me. Give it to me, Carlos, I need you-!" A shiver shook his frame, and his hips thrust into the air, moaning softly when the tip slid down Carlos' abdomen again. He toyed with the idea of sliding a tentacle down there, but a memory of one of their past 'games' held him in check. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 02:23:40</strong>
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				Carlos let that pleasure he felt overwhelm him. He let it dance into every nerve of his body, sing down the lengths of his arms, his legs, thrill his belly, tighten his muscles, firm the taut cheeks of his ass, and at last, that electric deliciousness ran down the length of his cock, his balls twitched, and he orgasmed. His eyes locked with Cecil's during that pivotal moment; he never wanted that crescendo of delight to end, and he wanted to watch and feel Cecil's reaction.<br><br>He filled Cecil up with his cum, blasting jet after hot jet of it into him. Carlos gave out a harsh groan, as if the pleasure was so intense that it had dragged the noise from his throat. It wouldn't have been the first time Cecil had left him so aroused and pleased.<br><br>Once he was done, he didn't stop. He wanted to ensure Cecil got off, too. Those insistent "pleases" made by Cecil were too delightful to ignore; he had to make sure Cecil came, too. After all, it was his responsibility to make this a perfect moment for them both. A scientist had a process by which he handled things, and now he was at the step in that process to please Cecil.<br><br>He moved a hand to Cecil's cock, stroking it with loving attention, his fingers curling over it firmly and with quick purpose. He was practiced at this motion. He stayed inside of Cecil, too, letting Cecil have the wonderfulness of penetration while being stroked to finish.<br><br>He kissed him then and whispered, "I love you. Now cum for me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 08:02:52</strong>
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				Cecil's hands clenched as he tugged again at the fist holding them down, unable to keep from biting his lip. Each jolt of warmth that shot into him caused the radio host to writhe and moan again, helpless as he pulsed and tensed around Carlos. Despite his urgent need to get off, a brief smirk formed on his lips at seeing the scientist so focused and intent. <br><br>He winced as his cock once again brushed against Carlos' abs again, the fullness almost painful as he waited, swallowing down a whine for his lover to do something...<br><br>Cecil's eyes rolled backwards, his taut body curving up towards Carlos as the scientist's hand began stroking. He didn't withdraw either, which was something the radio host most definitely appreciated, and articulated with small, urgent moans. Carlos' lips met his, then the whispered words reached his ears. <br><br>The radio host bent his neck to kiss Carlos more fully, and to stifle the loud cry as an oncoming orgasm ran through his body. With the scientist holding him so firmly and the enticing stroking, Cecil's cock shot out several arcing droplets of cum with each shiver, some dropping onto his own stomach, a thin stream running down Carlos' fingers and onto his shaft. He shivered again, as the final crescendo of pleasure shook past, leaving him panting and blinking fluttering eyelids. <br><br>He opened his mouth to speak, to say 'I love you too' to Carlos... <br><br>... But nothing came out. <br><br>The dazed look transformed from blissed out, to confusion, then realization, and then wide-eyed panic as he froze, mouthing the words to Carlos, hoping the scientist would understand. <br><br><em>'I... can't... talk!'</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 23:15:24</strong>
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				Carlos froze. It was an awkward time to freeze up, post-cum, but he squinted and read Cecil's lips. He wasn't that great at it, but he didn't need to be. Cecil was the king of enunciation, and he could easily tell from his panicked face and strong mouth movements what he was trying to say.<br><br>Ironically, he was trying to say he couldn't talk. Irony of ironies.<br><br>Carlos got up and hurriedly ensured he was dressed appropriately, ran fingers through his luscious hair to keep it from looking mussed...but he couldn't stop blushing. He was lost. He could hear the low rumble of station management...was Cecil late getting back on the air? Oh gods, <em>no.</em> He offered to help Cecil up, and he asked him in a panic, "What do we do? You're supposed to be live, right, to end your broadcast?"<br><br>The scientist couldn't remember a time Cecil hadn't wished Night Vale a good night. It was a heartbreaking thought to think that Cecil might not be able to. It was part of the routine of Night Vale. Very few things were sensible here, but Cecil and his radio show were a bulwark of sanity in a not-so-sane town. He fidgeted, and he heard an intern knocking outside. Which intern was this one? He couldn't remember; they all sort of blurred to him. Maybe it was because they didn't last very long? The intern asked, "Is something wrong, Cecil? You need to be back on the air...like two minutes ago!"<br><br>Carlos whispered, "Where are the things you're supposed to read? I know this is probably a bad idea, but...maybe I can read them? It can at least get us through tonight!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Night Vale: Double Trouble (Blythe and Styx 26)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>19-05-2016, 09:32:25</strong>
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				When fear and terror grip a citizen of Night Vale, it's encourage to merely 'Relax and Go With It'. That was a popular slogan for a while, especially during the late nineties. But because of an unfortunate mix up with Street Cleaning Day and Bang Pots and Pans Outside Day scheduling error, the phrase became all but forgotten. <br><br>Cecil quickly sat up, bringing his knees under him as a hand reached out for his slacks while his mind worked in quick, lightning spasms of thought. It seemed to easy just to do what the slogan said, but given that he had a responsibility and a duty to his fellow citizens, action was needed. <br><br>An expression of subdued calm fell over him, as he mouthed the words at his worried Carlos. <em>'All will be well.'</em> <br><br>He managed a brave, small smile at this, helped by the sight of his lover with disheveled hair and clothing. Even like this, with the slight look of panic in Carlos' dark eyes, he was still incredibly handsome... Cecil shook his head, knowing he'd need a clear mind for what happened next. <br><br>The radio host reached out towards the panel, fingers pressing a code of buttons as the music had reached the final song. Fingertips pressed against a glowing sphere on the left bottom board, unnoticed and unused until now. The time-expanding kiss had done its job, and now, if things worked without a hitch-<br><br>A tape deck began whirring, and Cecil mouthed the words as the speakers caught them. His voice sounded tinny, as if he were speaking through an off-district telephone, but the voice was clearly Cecil's. <br><br>"Well, listeners, I can say with all honesty that this day is both unlike and like any other day. And like any other day, with a beginning, there is an ending, with the uncertainty that another beginning will follow. But following and working towards that belief, that new day, that new chance to see new and strange things... that is faith, my listeners. My fellow citizens. My Night Vale, the place I call home. And I can only hope that this evening will find you facing more and more new beginnings, in darkness or in light. Stay tuned next for the brief sounds of confused roaring, quiet steps towards a door, and hopefully a new day's resolution. And as always- Good night, Night Vale... Good night."<br><br>Cecil's hand fell away, and the lights flickered off, expect for the 'Off-Air' panel above. Cecil became aware of how sticky and sweaty he felt, but the calmness gave way to a great tiredness that found himself unable to bother... Besides, the smell of Carlos was a great comfort at this moment. He pulled his clothing back on, the tie once carefully around his neck now hanging loose around his shoulders. He looked up at Carlos, giving a brief sigh. <br><br><em>'Let's go home, Carlos. I... I think it'll be easier for us to figure things out there.'</em>
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