Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)
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				Title: <strong>Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 03:24:23</strong>
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				Piercing saphire eyes surveyed the scene before him with mild disinterest. Bodies gyrating to the loud music, under the glow of neon lights and laser beams. He took a deep breath, inhaling the heavy scent of alcohol, incense, tobacco and pheromones. Letting a slight smirk slip across exotic features, he slid a gloved hand through his raven black tresses. The unruly bangs slid out of the way, and as an afterthought he tightened the allready snug ponytail that held his waist length hair back. Slipping his knee-high boot clad feet off of the table at which he had been lounging, he made his way towards the bar. His silken shirt, open halfway to the navel, swayed slightly over his muscular frame with his allmost predatory movements, except where it was tucked into snug fitting jeans. Stepping up to the bar he murmured something in the bartender's ear. Mortals where always so fun to watch, and this fact was proven with the young Male's dreamy features as he poured the drink requested. <br><br>Hazel eyes met saphire, "H-here you go s-sir.." was all the bartender managed to mumble, practically melting where he was standing. As the tall male slipped a gloved hand across to retrieve the drink, he brushed across the bartender's fingertips, the money for said drink deposited in his hand. The young bartender had a sudden supprised look, before excusing himself from the bar, leaving his female counterpart there to cover for him.<br><br>The dark figure then turned his gaze back into the crowd of people, a sly smirk still sitting on his features. Who would be worth his effort tonight? Taking a sip he leaned back on the bar, eyes turning to each individual around him, as if sizing them up, either as Friend or foe. A deep purr of a voice issued forth as he murmured. "Alone too eh? What is the world coming to, when handsome men cannot find a mate in this sea of bodies..." He motioned towards the crowd with gloved fingertips, a slight grin crossing his features again, his head tilted to the side as if he was terribly bored with this place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 03:48:05</strong>
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				A striking voice pierced through the other sounds of the night club to Alek Driessen,<br><br><em>"Alone too eh? What is the world coming to, when handsome men cannot find a mate in this sea of bodies..."</em><br><br>Something in the voice made him shiver, his guts churning, turning cool.&nbsp; His best friend, Mason Ritter, had brought him out tonight to act as a wingman.&nbsp; It didn't take long before Alek was abandoned, drinking himself into solitary misery, wondering why he had come out to this place, and why he hadn't left already, when the stranger approached him.&nbsp; Surely, Mason was somewhere on the dance floor, dancing with a variety of women, at least one of which would probably be sleeping with him tonight.&nbsp; Unlike his friend, Alek didn't feel the need to get wasted and laid every weekend, but he got dragged out on these outings, anyway.&nbsp; And always, he went home from them drunk and alone.<br><br>"I'm just out for a drink is all.&nbsp; But it is nice to watch the beautiful women dancing, no?"&nbsp; Alek hoped that the man would notice the obvious "straight signal" in the phrase.&nbsp; Though Alek hadn't actually been with many women, he was convinced that women were the only people he'd be having sex with.&nbsp; Human women.&nbsp; Perhaps the stranger would back off, or be inclined to polite conversation.&nbsp; He however, told himself that he'd bolt out the door at the first sign of flirting.&nbsp; He did not need to deal with that.<br><br>Pushing his shaggy brown hair back, he took a swig from his glass of beer, his green eyes avoiding making eye contact with the stranger's.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 04:09:49</strong>
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				Jamus Siral raised an eyebrow, and gave a soft, sultry chuckle at the instant, allmost annoyed reply.<br><br><em>"I'm just out for a drink is all.&nbsp; But it is nice to watch the beautiful women dancing, no?"</em><br><br>The young male had gotten rather defensive in posture, and it intrigued him to no end. The way the women curled and rolled their bodies did spark a certain interest, though really it reminded Jamus far too much of the ladies in court, and how forwards they allways were. The men where so much more interesting. "They do set the mind to interesting fantasies, one can be sure.." He grinned slyly, Saphire eyes gazing over the crowd. "Though really with so many bodies moving so closely, one can think of many a scene to be played out, all in due time of course." His thick velvet purr mingled with the music, melodic in it's own right, as he turned his attention once more towards the male beside him, taking in his appearance. "but, you seem to not want to be here.."<br><br>Jamus raised his glass to his lips again, taking another sip, eyes intent on the reaction of the male. He wondered, briefly, why one would come to such a place if they had no need of it's services. One could get drunk alone at home after all. Saphire eyes once again darted across the scape of motion on the dance floor, watching the lasers paint across the scantily clad women and the men that sought their attentions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 04:35:39</strong>
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				"A friend of mine dragged me out here," Alek admitted, nonchalantly, avoiding all but the bare minimum of eye contact appropriate for a conversation, his jaw set forth in stern determination.&nbsp; "If he's not back to chat me up in a few minutes, I'm going to assume he's found a girl and I'll head home."&nbsp; Everything about the stranger put Alek on edge, his tone of voice, the way he held himself, the way he dressed.&nbsp; It didn't quite seem right for a human male.&nbsp; Other races didn't bother him much, heck, Mason's mother was an elf, and he was aware there were several races that could easily pass for human.&nbsp; Perhaps that might explain the stranger's odd behavior, but even with that thought, he was ill at ease, feeling very conscious of Jamus's eyes on him.<br><br>Fidgeting, his feet resting on the bars that connected the lower reaches of the stool's legs, he took a final swig from his beer.&nbsp; Setting the empty glass back on the bar, he scanned the dance floor, looking for Mason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 05:00:41</strong>
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				Jamus raised an eyebrow, before nodding once. "I see..&nbsp; Pity your friend couldn't be so kind as to find you a companion for this evening..." Drinking the rest of what was in his glass he set it down, before turning back to the crowd. As he leaned casually on the bar, one foot kicked up onto the stool's foot bar, he slipped his hand through his bangs again, tucking hair behind slightly pointed ears. This male was becoming more and more interesting the more he resisted the Fae charms that came so easily to Jamus. It was unusual to say the least for someone to find no bond at all to him, and he wanted to know why.<br><br>"Nothing interesting, no one sparks your fancy at all?" He motioned idly towards the dance floor once again. In order to make the male beside him more comfortable, he pointed out a few beautiful women, dancing around a handsome male as an example. "There seem to be plenty to go around.. why have you not attempted to acquire one of your own? Reservations?" He gave a soft, amused chuckle, his eyes once again turning towards Alek, awaiting an answer. His positioning was akin to a leopard lounging across a treebranch. It was allmost lazy, if not for the distinct impression that he would pounce at any given second on unsuspecting prey. He idly wondered if he should introduce himself, and after a moment more's deliberation, decided. "My name is Jamus, by the way.. Jamus Siral." Extending a hand towards the male, he gave another charming smirk. The barmaid behind them gave a soft giggle, as if she had had experiences with this male. Jamus couldn't remember if he had or not.. He had dealt with many a person in his lifetime, of various sexes and races, and had lost track of who he had been with. It was his nature to take what he wanted, and he did so, frequently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 15:07:43</strong>
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				Jamus's interest in Alek's lack of companionship irked him.&nbsp; What the hell did it matter to a stranger whether or not Alek was getting any?&nbsp; Unless of course... Alek visibly shuttered.&nbsp; Perhaps Jamus hadn't seen his remark about women for what it was - a denial that he had interest in men.&nbsp; Perhaps he had seen it and didn't care.&nbsp; But then, Alek decided it didn't matter, because he wasn't going to stick around.<br><br>"Well, nice to meet you Jamus," he said, slipping off the barstool onto his somewhat clumsy feet.&nbsp; Being careful to find his balance before he walked away from any supports, he simply waved and said, "But I must be going now."<br><br><em>Must</em>, however, was not a terribly accurate word.&nbsp; Alek had no pressing need to leave this place, to be anywhere else.&nbsp; What consumed him was a <em>want</em>, a desire to get away from this man and the rather unnerving feelings his presence and conversation produced.&nbsp; He assumed that Mason would have no further need of Alek's presence tonight, and Alek didn't particularly wish to speak to Mason, or any women he might have to bring by.&nbsp; Sleep was what Alek wanted.&nbsp; A little food, and a lot of sleep.&nbsp; In the morning, he could wake up and pretend this awkward encounter never happened, and go on with his menial life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 15:25:28</strong>
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				Jamus let a sly grin slip across his features as he nodded, retracting his hand. He watched the younger male stand, stagger a little, and make his way towards the exit. <br><br>"Have a nice evening Alek. Sweet Dreams...." The words were spoken with a deep purr, a strange voice designed to send shivers of pleasure up one's spine. <br><br>Jamus leaned back against the bar, murmuring something to the beautiful barmaid, who giggled and nodded, apparently having lost interest in Alek.&nbsp; He knew, the moment he said it, that the young man hadn't told him his name, but at that moment, when he was walking away, it didn't matter. Sharing a deep kiss with the barmaid, he slipped away from the bar, and into the shadows around the edge of the dance floor. He had never once lost something he sought, and he wouldn't start now. As he pulled himself through the shadows, he allowed his body to twist, shift, become one of them, and then, a small house cat, jet black, padded along the side of the road, and into the distance. If one looked close enough, one would see the sly grin on it's features, and the sparkle of mischief in it's eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 15:43:54</strong>
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				Alek didn't hear Jamus say his name, if he had, it probably would have sent him flying at the stranger with drunken, raging fists.&nbsp; A reasonable amount of paranoia was a tool for survival, he rationalized.&nbsp; To know that the stranger he bothered him knew his name without him speaking it would have enraged and terrified him.&nbsp; But he did not hear it, and did not care.<br><br>He flagged a taxi, which was driven by a rather brutish looking figure.&nbsp; In his drunken haze, giving his address, he realized that the driver was an orc, if a smallish one.&nbsp; <em>Great</em>, he thought to himself.&nbsp; He'd not heard or witnessed positive things for orcish driving skills.&nbsp; After a lurchy and unpleasant ride to his street, he exited the cab and paid the fare.<br><br>The flat on the fifth floor of his building was his alone; he had lived alone for the past eight years, with few visitors.&nbsp; It was a meager space, one bedroom, one bathroom, and a smallish kitchen that flowed openly into the living room.&nbsp; Furniture was sparse, and there was no decoration.&nbsp; The white walls were bleak, like barren desert sands in a heat and light so intense that the wave and rolling of dunes could not be discerned.&nbsp; In one corner, there was a desk with a computer and chair, in another, a couch set up across from a tv, which he rarely used.&nbsp; His fridgerator was nearly as desolate as his appartment, housing mostly condiments and a couple six packs.&nbsp; Greedily, he snatched a can of soup from the pantry, poured it into a bowl and popped it into the microwave.&nbsp; The meal was devoured in moments.&nbsp; Sluggishly, he made his way to his bedroom.<br><br>Slightly less morbid was his room - if only because the cacophony of his laundry strewn across the floor brought color to it.&nbsp; Rapidly ditching his clothes, he fell naked onto the top of his bed, readily falling to a deep slumber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 17:16:18</strong>
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				The small black cat twisted and turned through paths, seeming to have a deep intent on where it was going. As he padded along, Jamus thought of the person he was soon to be joining. The speed at which the small feline traveled would have made the average mortal gawk, if they payed more attention than just a fleeting glimpse. Coming to a rest outside a large, fairly run down building, he looked up. It would be a difficult climb, if he was to climb it. Luckily he didn't have to. Jamus allowed the mists to swirl around his form, the shimmering darkness floating like a cloud on the breeze, up onto the fire escape.&nbsp; The small black tom continued his journey there, letting his mind seek out the male, careful to keep a lookout for the Male's unique scent. If he was going to do this properly, he would have to be close.<br><br>Finally, on the fifth floor, he found his prey asleep inside a tiny flat. He was sure it was Alek by the smell, though by appearance, not so certain. Tilting his small, feline head, he allowed his haunches to sink, and then the rest of his body follow into a laying position. This would take some very delicate effort, and he didn't want to spend the whole time standing. Sub vocal whispers slipped from the shifted Fae's muzzle, and slowly mist started to float through the crack under the window, working it's way into his room, quickly, silent, coalescing into a misty, barely there figure, who made his way to the bed. Slipping up alongside Alek, Jamus took a moment to admire the Male's strong physique. If it wasn't for his being human, Jamus might be inclined to admit Alek was near perfection.&nbsp; <br><br>After a moment more, Jamus slowly lowered his hand onto Alek's neck, the mist like a soft, barely there breeze. Pushing through the forefront of Alek's mind, he began to weave another spell. Soon the shimmering figure disappeared, and it was simply the black cat outside, watching Alek's slumber with familiar piercing saphire eyes. <br><br><em>It was dark. That was the first thing to notice. Dark and smelled of rosewood and a few other spices. A single, solitary match flared up, held between black gloved fingertips. The fingertips, and match, moved to light a candle, and then another, and then another. The room was suddenly full of candles. That strange fragrance that filled the air was shown to be a hot tub full of water, scented with various things, bubbling away.Alek was here, sitting relaxing in the tub in a pair of swim trunks. The figure that had lit the candles was across the room, cloaked in shadow. It was uncertain even the sex of the stranger, as they approached, wearing a long cloak, and hood, moving around behind Alek and resting hands on his shoulders, a firm, steady, but gentle touch massaging away his worries. The hands started at his shoulders, working their way down his chest, fingertips sliding over slick flesh with ease. A breathy whisper in his ear, also imperceptible as to wether it was male or female. "what is it you desire the most, Alek...." The hands slid back up, massaging along his neck, into his scalp, never allowing him to see the stranger's features. Once again the voice sounded. "What can I do to make you happy?" The hands slid down again, as the figure leaned down over Alek's shoulder, and there was a slight nibble to his ear, a nip at the earlobe, as the hands massaged along his biceps and chest, relaxing his muscles completely..........</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 17:32:40</strong>
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				<em>In the world of dreams, things didn't always have to make sense.&nbsp; Despite the water bubbling all around him, Alek did not experience the sensations of being wet.&nbsp; This didn't strike his dream-brain as odd, however.&nbsp; The sweet smells that penetrated his nostrils relaxed him, slipping deeper into the water.&nbsp; Though it did not give him a sensation of wetness, there was a distinct pressure from it, that was compelling and soothing.<br><br>As the stranger approached, the tingling Alek had felt in his waking moments in the bar returned.&nbsp; He wasn't sure why the dark-hooded figure sent a rush of fear through him, nor did his dream-brain associate it with the previous day's memories that were still readily accessible to him.&nbsp; It merely froze him the waters, waiting for the masked body to touch him.&nbsp; As it did, another sensation flooded his body, mingling with the fear - arousal.&nbsp; Involuntary, inexplicable, uncontrollable arousal.&nbsp; A little whimper escaped his lips, morphing itself into a moan before silence took his mouth.&nbsp; He opened it to speak, to say, "I don't want this."&nbsp; Something in his body screamed to move, but as if the water around him had solidified, he could not force himself to move, nor could he make himself speak those words.&nbsp; His eyes looked into the dark void of the stranger's body, simultaneously pleading, "Let me be," and "Give me all you've got."</em><br><br>In Alek's bed, his naked body tossed and turned, rolling to the side and out from under a sheet that he had unconsciously pulled over himself while he'd slept, revealing his full naked frontside to the cat in his window, along with the beginnings of an erection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 17:56:21</strong>
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				... <em>The dark figure inclined it's head, shifting position to kneel behind Alek. The gentle, loving nibbles along his ear and neck continued, hitting the most sensitive pressure points, sensual areas that would cause pleasure to the recipient. Slowly the hands massaged down Alek's chest, and under the water, along his abdomen. "Let me please you...." A breathy whisper, laden with desire, whispered across his earlobe. The lips where soft, supple, smooth, and hot. The heat of which as evident in every nip, every kiss along his flesh. Still the figure's hands rubbed southwards, stroking along the thighs, seeming to circle, but never touch, what seemed to need their attention the most. The figure tilted to the other side, nibbling along the other half of Alek's neck, and along his jawline. "I can give you.. whatever.. you desire..." </em><br><br>The feline lay there, watching intently, a knowing look deep in those Saphire eyes, as the male on the bed tossed and turned, exposing himself to the world in his dreams. A slight smirk formed across it's muzzle, and it's tail twitched eagerly. This was entirely too amusing.<br><br><em>Within the folds of Alek's mind, his dream was unfolding farther, the figure stroked slowly along the shorts separating Alek from the water he was in, and thus, from the stranger as well. Dexterous gloved fingertips tapped lightly against his thighs, the figure moved, leaned over a bit, so that it's face, though hidden, was even with Alek's. The hood momentarily claimed Alek's face, as heated lips claimed Alek's mouth, in a passion filled kiss that left one gasping for air. The figure moved away then, slipping it's hands away from Alek, and walking back across the room. One by one, the candles started to go out, before there was only one candle, and the figure beside it, sitting in a chair. It was up to him if he wished to wake up at this point, as the dream was fading. After a moment seeming like eternity, there was a slight flash of something bright blue, before the last candle snuffed out. </em><br><br>The small black cat flicked it's tail, allowing the shadows to consume it. The sun was starting to rise outside, this dreamscape had taken all night.&nbsp; Invisible now, Jamus awaited the males inevitable waking up. He had committed himself to this hunt now. There was no going back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 03:27:32</strong>
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				<em>As the cloaked figure moved away, Alek's dream-body felt movement return to it.&nbsp; He stood up and turned, calling after the hooded being.&nbsp; "Come back!"&nbsp; But even as he did so, he felt the bottom of the hot tub disappear, and he fell, the water engulfing his head.</em><br><br>Shooting upright in bed, Alek panted.&nbsp; For a moment, all the feelings of terror and arousal that plagued his dreams hung over him, and it took him several moments to catch his breath.&nbsp; He looked at his clock, 5:48.&nbsp; He turned to glance out his window; small rays of sunshine peered through the clouds and tall towers of buildings, bringing a small bit of light to his room...and a cat.&nbsp; There was a black cat, sitting on his windowsill.&nbsp; Rapping on the glass, he said, "Go away, kitty.&nbsp; I don't have any food for you.&nbsp; No pets in this building.&nbsp; Go away."<br><br>His feet kicked aside heavily trodden laundry as he headed towards his bathroom.&nbsp; In the shower, Alek could not deny the urge to release the sexual energy that built in him during the night, though he tried to drive his thoughts of the dream away themselves.&nbsp; It struck him as odd - he rarely remembered his dreams.&nbsp; When he was younger, he wrote them down when he could, but in his adulthood, he did not care for dreams, and they would float out of his mind as soon as he set about his daily activities.&nbsp; But this one remained in his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 03:57:56</strong>
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				The small feline seemed to start, before padding off along the railing, apparently having lost interest, padding towards the roof. It didn't take long for Jamus to scale the building, and once he had, he allowed himself to enjoy the rising sun. He would have to take this slowly. The human had obviously enjoyed his dream, but it would take time before he was falling all over Jamus in the waking world.<br><br><em>"Come back!"</em><br><br>The pleading tone that had echoed through Alek's mind would not leave Jamus as he sat, enjoying the sunrise. Stretching, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment, knowing it was only a taste of things to come. Looking down over the edge of the building, Jamus couldn't help but wonder what would be in store for this young male and himself.&nbsp; "I will.." He muttered into the wind.&nbsp; "But not before you've begged some more..."<br><br>Allowing himself to shift, shimmer and nearly disappear into the form of the small black tom, he padded down the fire escape once more, and off into the shadows of the coming morning, head held high with pride, and tail flicking with amusement. This promised to be the most fun he had in centuries.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 04:47:42</strong>
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				When he finally felt clean, Alek stepped out of the shower, water rolling off his body onto the floor, even as he wrapped the towel around himself.&nbsp; Taking his forearm, he wiped a bit of the condensation of the mirror and looked at himself.&nbsp; He didn't drink too much the night before, but it was enough to feel mildly hung over.<br><br>Sluggishly making his way back to his room, he threw his wet body on his bed, looking at the clock, 6:25.&nbsp; He turned his head towards his phone, his heart longing to dial a certain number.&nbsp; <em>Her number</em>.&nbsp; They'd been seperated for over a year now.&nbsp; Why did <em>he</em> hurt so much, when he was the one who broke it off?&nbsp; They'd been together for three years, and he broke up with her, because she was moving, and he didn't want to do the long distance thing.&nbsp; Then he decided that he did, and she didn't want to start it back up again.<br><br>It would be a good idea to get out of the house today, he decided.&nbsp; Slipping on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, sniffing them to make sure they were clean.&nbsp; Slipping into a pair of tennis shoes, he decided he'd take a walk to the local coffee shop, and see what surprises the real world had for him in store today.&nbsp; All he knew was he had to stop thinking about Sarah.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 05:07:29</strong>
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				Jamus cracked his neck. It was early and he needed a bit to eat. Padding along a side street he allowed himself to coalesce into his 'human' form, dressed in a skin tight muscle tee and snug fitting jeans. His feet were clad in knee high, lace up biker boots. His hair was pulled back in a snug ponytail, more to stay out of his way than anything else. Along his upper right bicep, partially under the sleeve, was a panther's pawprint tattooed into the pale flesh. It didn't take him long to reach the self same coffee shop that the human was going to, by mere chance. He liked the place because they seemed to make the best pastries.<br><br>Jamus made his way to the back of the shop, to a small table, with his coffee and pastry, happily thinking about what he would do next. He was therefore clueless, as he enjoyed his breakfast, that his prey was making it's lonesome way here. Picking up a magazine he started to look through it. It was a magazine on cars and motorcycles. Strange things that they were, he had found inspiration from such oddities before. Perhaps he would find something to use in the next dream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 16:31:25</strong>
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				People rushed down sidewalks and cars filed into endless and nearly still rows.&nbsp; Strangers screamed at each other, honked their horns, a construction crew's tools jarred loudly against the cement sidewalk.&nbsp; The loud nature of the city became background noise to Alek, mindlessly taking his steps towards the coffee shop.&nbsp; It had been a while since he'd gone there, though in the past it had been one of his favorites; he knew every step their by heart.<br><br>The doorchime jingled as Alek entered, a little sweaty, for the sun already beat down through the canyon walls of skyscrapers, and the bustling bodies churned the heat around him.&nbsp; The air conditioning of the cafe met his face with sweet relief.&nbsp; He stepped towards the counter, analyzing the lists of cold drinks.&nbsp; It would definitely not be a good day for hot coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 09:07:10</strong>
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				Jamus flipped through the magazine, thinking to the dream of just hours before. His mind was thick with the scent of his prey, the pleading sound of his voice. He couldn't help the thoughts that rose from that. Shifting his position to become a bit more comfortable, he continued about his breakfast. When the bell of the door sounded, he glanced up, as he normally did when someone new wandered in. Supprised to see Alek here, he pondered what to do for a moment, before casually going back to his magazine. After all, he had been turned away in the club, why would he be interested again? His hair was tied back tightly enough that his pointed ears where visible as they tilted, just barely, to the sound of the footsteps.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 16:50:31</strong>
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				Finally deciding on an iced cappuccino, Alek ordered and waited for his drink, tapping his foot nervously while he waited, trying to decide whether or not to curl up in a chair, or go out wandering.&nbsp; By the time the barista handed him the plastic cup, Alek cursed to himself.&nbsp; <em>I forgot to tell them not to put cream on it.&nbsp; Damn them.</em>&nbsp; Taking the cup, he walked over to a chair, and slumped down into it carelessly.&nbsp; No plans lined his schedule for the day - no social life, no work, and he swore to himself he wouldn't stay couped up in his appartment playing computer games.&nbsp; So, sipping at his cold drink, pondering what he could do to fill his hours, and how miserable his life had become, he stared at a picture of a boat on lake on the opposite wall, completely unaware that the stranger from the club the night before sat nay two seats away from him, reading a magazine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 01:32:50</strong>
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				Jamus glanced up with a slight smile, before murmuring in a cool tone. "Hello there.. " The voice was directed at a young female that was coming in a bit early for work. She sauntered over to Jamus's table and was talking in quiet tones with him, every now and then chuckling at something that his sultry voice had said. The voice in itself was unmistakable from the one he had used in the club, charming the girl, who, after a few moments, excused herself and dashed away, into the back. He chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair, and propping his boots up on another such chair. Saphire eyes surveyed the room, before falling on Alek. "Fancy seeing you here.. gotta love their breakfasts." He grinned, motioning at the menu.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 02:02:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took Alek a moment to recognize the voice and realize that it was directed at him.&nbsp; The previous night he had not drunk so much as to forget what he had done and who he had talked to, thought it took him a couple of minutes to conjure a name.<br><br>"Just here for a cup of coffee," Alek shrugged, his eyes still stuck to the picture of the boat on the lake on the wall.&nbsp; <em>Jamus is his name,</em> he thought.&nbsp; He struggled to remember whether he had given the stranger his own name, fairly certain that he hadn't.&nbsp; However, if Jamus was going to force conversation upon him, he figured that he could give it as politely as possible before he left the coffee shop.&nbsp; Perhaps then he'd call Mason.&nbsp; He needed something interesting to do today.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 07:24:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, yes the coffee is wonderful as well. " He shrugged lightly, continuing to thumb through the magazine as if the conversation wasn't interesting enough. "So.. will i ever get a first name, for if i ever run into you again, or shall i continue thinking of you as 'hey you'? " This was an obvious joke, though the underlying tones of which were fairly obvious. He had given his name, and thought it only polite to return the favor. "and if i make you uncomfortable I apologize, I have that effect on humans it seems.." He gave a light smile, shrugging, as he looked towards Alek.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 07:50:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Contemplating whether or not it was wise to share any information with his man, Alek decided a first name couldn't hurt anything, and that he had already been rude enough.<br><br>"It's Alek," he said, his tone curt; it was sharp and hard as his name.&nbsp; His mind fuddled with the last two sentences that Jamus had spoken.&nbsp; <em>I have that effect on humans, it seems.</em><br><br>"I didn't notice you weren't human."&nbsp; Alek's eyes scanned the Fae for any signs of foreignness, and he caught the ears.&nbsp; He'd missed them before in a semi-drunken stupor.&nbsp; "Are you an elf?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 07:56:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled softly. "Nice meeting you Alek." He gave a slight nod of his head, before tucking a loose bang behind his ear. "No, actually I am one of the Fae.. I tend to hide the wings, just get in the way you know.." He shrugged and gave a slight smirk. He found himself wanting to tell Alek of some of the things he could do, such as his favorite things, like transformation, but decided against it, waiting to see if the male was going to attempt to jeer at what he was. There weren't many Fae, so very outpopulated by the elves, who, during a war between the two races, had nearly wiped them out, and even in this day and age most preferred to lead secluded lives. Jamus had never been one for solitude though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 08:05:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah," was Alek's only response, accompanied by an eyebrow raise and a lowering of the jaw that elongated his face quite comedically (though humor was not in his intents) for just half a second.&nbsp; He'd heard of Fae, by vague and rough descriptions.&nbsp; He'd never personally met one, at least, not that he'd known of.&nbsp; Like any sane person, Alek preferred to interact with those of his own kind.&nbsp; Human beings were difficult enough to read for him being one of them; reading a person of another species was a near impossible task in many cases.&nbsp; So many different ways of expression...though not much unlike the usual "Westernization" as technology spread from the self-appointed City on the Hill, other races attempted "Humanization" although less successfully.&nbsp; Not all of them certainly, but why else would an elf or a fae leave their woods to work in an office, or a dwarf leave his mines to work human resources, or an orc...leave whatever hell hole it was born in to run for political office?&nbsp; Alright, the last concept made sense, wicked creatures doing wicked work.&nbsp; At least somewhat.<br><br>"So are you expecting to run into me again?" Alek half-snorted, thinking about the previous comment Jamus had made about referring to him as "hey you" every time they might meet.&nbsp; Alek half-hoped that would be never.&nbsp; Then again, he was half-confused about the matter.&nbsp; Something about the Fae's voice set him on edge, and made him think of his dreams.&nbsp; But that was quite impossible, for he was certain that the figure in his dreams was most definitely a woman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 08:12:07</strong>
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				"Only if you happen into one of the places I am at the time.. We can allready assess that we both enjoy a good cup of coffee, even if you don't care for the pastries..." He let slip another chuckle, taking a drink of his coffee. "In all honesty I would like to know what makes you so on edge about simple conversation... I would hate to see a female trying to get close to you, if you are this annoyed about a male trying to speak alone..." He shrugged lightly, setting his magazine to the side. "If its because you are dealing with a different species than your own I can understand, But I would have to wonder if, say my sister where to talk with you, how you would respond..." Jamus then made a show of looking out the window, seeming insulted. <em>"Especially when said person that is trying to be polite, in their utter boredom, has magic beyond your understanding."</em> These words where spoken soft, under his breath. He hadn't meant to voice them at all, so it was very difficult for anyone to hear. Alek just happened to be sitting close enough however, to catch every word.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 08:21:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jamus's words stuck in Alek's mind like darts in a target.&nbsp; <em>One of the places.&nbsp; Female.&nbsp; Close to you.&nbsp; Male.&nbsp; Alone.&nbsp; Different species.&nbsp; <strong>Magic beyond your understanding.</strong></em><br><br><em>Fuck.</em><br><br>Creeped out more than sufficiently, Alek did everything he could to maintain his cool.&nbsp; Finishing his drink, he said, "And I don't see why you should find it any of your business how I interact with anyone, regardless of species or gender.&nbsp; Goodbye."&nbsp; He stood up, every hair on his body standing with him.&nbsp; Even as he spoke, his voice did not fail him, though his facial features marked some uneasiness; he was glad that he was facing mostly away from Jamus.&nbsp; Without turning to face the Fae, Alek made his move to walk towards the door, dispose of his paper cup, and leave.&nbsp; Hopefully, never to see the eerie creature ever again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 08:29:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jamus silently cursed himself for speaking those words, knowing full well that's what had set the young man off like a dart. This would make things so much harder, and the capture so much more difficult. Perhaps tonight should be a nightmare instead. The thought crossed his mind with a certain level of malice. Something that would be completely different from the night before, a definite twist in dreamscapes. Finishing his coffee, he slipped a twenty under the cup, a tip for the waitress. He was just glad he didn't have work today. Quickly he slipped out the door, glancing the way that Alek had gone, before moving on the other way.<br><br>Above Alek was a large billboard, an advertisement for some kind of cologne, and there, in the image, half nude, save for a pair of leather pants, was Jamus. The image seemed to look at him, though that was impossible, as the owner of aforementioned physique was on his way to a different area of town, frustrated that his prey was making things so difficult.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 12:45:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't until Alek released he didn't know where his legs had taken him to that he stopped moving.&nbsp; He shoved his hand into his pocket, fondling his phone.&nbsp; He thought about calling Mason.&nbsp; What would that do?&nbsp; Mason would simply suggest going out and partying to let the stress off.&nbsp; After all, no work on Sunday!&nbsp; Pausing for a moment, he looked up to the sky, thinking about how pitiful it was that the only people who could think of to call were his best and only friend who had so very little in common with, and his ex girlfriend he hadn't talked to in nearly a year.<br><br>"I need some new friends," Alek muttered to himself.&nbsp; The bill board with the figure startlingly similiar to Jamus's caught his attention, and he began to walk away from it, quickly.&nbsp; His mind ran over his life since college.&nbsp; He'd met both Mason and the ex, <em>Tania Stone</em>, his mind lingered over the name, in college, freshman year.&nbsp; Mason wasn't his roommate, but they were on the same floor.&nbsp; Tania was in his Physics class.&nbsp; Alek and Mason were best buddies by second semester, and it was only because Mason goaded him into finally confessing his feelings to Tania junior year that he liked her that he started dating her.&nbsp; A year and a half of college and a year and a half of real life, they were together - and then, boom, nine months ago, it was over.<br><br>In the past nine months, Alek had been in a downward spiral, loosing connections with friends, family, putting strains on the one good friendship he'd had - with Mason.&nbsp; Mason hasn't changed, Alek realized, as he walked, lost amongst the crowd of people.&nbsp; <em>I have.</em>&nbsp; Alek pulled out his phone and pressed the speed dial on his phone for Mason.<br><br>As the phone rang, Alek continued to contemplate his existance.&nbsp; <em>I'm 24 years old.&nbsp; I've only had three girlfriends, and two of them were in high school.&nbsp; I've only got one good friend and I keep pushing him away.&nbsp; I haven't talked to anyone in my family in six months.&nbsp; I have a shitty, boring, nine to five job.&nbsp; And now I might have a corporeal, supernatural stalker.&nbsp; Grrreeat.&nbsp; Oh man, Mason, pick up.&nbsp; You can't still be sleeping!</em><br><br>[Mind playing Mason?]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 13:09:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(i dont mind.. Heehee)<br><br>The phone rang once, twice, three times, before a groggy voice answered. "Hello?" It was obvious from the tone that Mason had been sleeping, rather soundly, after his fun last night, and more than likely had a hangover to rival the century. He could hear female voices in the background, three in fact, that were quickly hushed as Mason grunted slightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 13:17:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh hi, Mason.&nbsp; It's Alek."&nbsp; Mentally headdesking, he realized Mason was most definitely hung over, and there was probably at least one hung over girl still at his place.&nbsp; He forgot why he had even bothered to call, so he struggled to think of words to say.&nbsp; "I was thinking maybe we could get together and have lunch?&nbsp; It's been a while since we've hung out, just guys.&nbsp; I know I've been kind of a flake since the whole episode with Tania...but I think I'm getting over it."<br><br><em>I'm fucking babbling</em>, Alek groaned inwardly, but made no audible sounds.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 13:28:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mason rolled his eyes at the other end of the line, covering the mouthpiece so that he could tell the girls, whom he named off in turn, apparently there were actually four of them, and asked them to get their clothes on and go, as he had a 'family emergency' to deal with. "Yeah bro.. just.. gimme a few and I'll head out.." Mason seemed a bit distracted, as he was staring at the four lovely ladies crawling out of his large bed and getting dressed, occasionally flashing him in the process, and asking if he really had to go. <em>He better have a damned good reason for making me leave these beauties.. </em>He thought as he reluctantly slipped into a pair of jeans and a teeshirt. Nearly hanging up, he realized he hadn't asked where Alek was. "Um.. where you wanna meet man?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 13:33:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alek scanned the street he stood on, looking for a sign of where he was.&nbsp; "I'm on the corner of 57th Street and Martin Avenue at the moment."&nbsp; He thought over what was nearby.&nbsp; "There's a pretty decent french brunch place just a bit north of here.&nbsp; You like crepes?"&nbsp; Alek laughed, but the laughter was awkward and strange.<br><br>His eyes continued to scan the streets, feeling paranoid about seeing Jamus, or some look alike or reminder of him.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I should do some research,</em> Alek pondered.&nbsp; <em>Find out what Fae's can actually do.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 13:39:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nearby was a magazine wrack, with <strong><em>Jamus Siral</em></strong> written on the cover, underneath it read <em>best thing to happen to the modeling industry in over 20 years.</em> On the other end of the line, Mason snorted. "Look.. Ill be there in a few, as soon as the traffic lets me... just chill." He was worried about Alek. The man had been in a depressive state for months, despite his attempts at getting Alek involved in a healthy social life again. Mason only hoped that Alek hadn't done something stupid last night, when he disappeared. He hung up the phone and headed out in a hurry. His best friend sounded real upset, maybe there was a girl involved? He could only hope.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 13:44:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alek made his way to the french restaurant - La Peep's, it happened to be called.&nbsp; It was one of those institutions that was halfway between nice, sit-down restaurant and something a bit more do-it-yourself and sleazy.&nbsp; Finding a small table for himself and Mason, he waited, anxiety creeping slowly over him.<br><br><em>You could hurry the fuck up, Mason</em>.&nbsp; Alek caught himself thinking.&nbsp; <em>Then again, it's good of you to be willing to come see me on a whim, after all the hiding I've been doing.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 13:56:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was about ten minutes later that Mason came in, a pair of loose fitting jeans and a muscle tee, a pair of dark sunglasses shielding his hangover sensitive eyes from the sun. Spotting Alek he swaggered over and fell into a seat, giving a sigh. "Traffic's Hell today." Shifting in his seat, he pulled his glasses down to the bridge of his nose, eyes intent on his friend. "OK man, whats up.. You never call anymore." He gave a jeering gesture of a pained look, hand on his chest. "It breaks my heart you know..." Before he chuckled, and relaxed, waiting for Alek to start talking, like he used to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 14:01:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, Alek let out an exasperated sigh.&nbsp; "I think I have a stalker."&nbsp; He paused.&nbsp; It sounded crazy.&nbsp; "Last night at the bar, this guy came up to me.&nbsp; I think he was coming onto me, or something, I don't know.&nbsp; He creeped me out, so I left the place.&nbsp; This morning, I see him again in a coffee shop.&nbsp; He kept asking me questions about my love life and shit.&nbsp; Like, what the fuck?&nbsp; What's that got to do with this random guy?&nbsp; Anyway, he says his name is Jamus Siral and he's a Fae or some fuck like that.&nbsp; And he makes this weird ass comment about having magic beyond my comprehension, and that's when I high-tailed it out of there.&nbsp; And I'm seriously creeped the hell out.&nbsp; Fucking shit, man."<br><br>Anxiety had a tendancy to cause Alek to swear profusely, and that quality shone through in his first real words he'd exchanged with his best friend in months.&nbsp; It had gotten to the point Mason needed to harass Alek (or get him inanely drunk) to get him to say more than a few words at a time.&nbsp; Now, he was spilling out sentences, they fell into each other, obsenities cropping up where they collided.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 14:15:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mason raised an eyebrow at the speed at which his friend was talking. "Whoa man, slow the boat down a bit.. brain ain't workin that fast yet.." He tried to make sense of what Alek had said, before he blinked. "James Siral? Ain't that that new model that's all over the magazines and whatever else? Don't look like some hippie lil fairy to me... allways has the girls crawlin all over him.." He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "How much did you drink last night Alek?" He gave his friend a disapproving once over, as if Alek had dreamed the whole damned thing. "Sides, mom allways told me the Fae were all but killed out.. something about a war.. doubt one would show his face around our town.. humans and elves mostly, a few other races thrown in for flavor." He licked his lips, remembering one of the girls from last night, and her particular flavor. "Theres somethin else ain't there.. a couple of chance meetings with some guy flirting with ya.. cmon.. its happened before, you never even noticed, remember?" He grinned mischievously at the thought of it, when Alek had ignored most advances from males and females alike.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 14:21:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alek stared at his friend for a moment, before half-hollering, "He's a WHAT?&nbsp; A fucking model?&nbsp; I swear to you, this guy's name's Jamus Siral, and he's a Fae.&nbsp; I did <em>not</em> drink that much last night, honest.&nbsp; I probably didn't drink near as much as you did.&nbsp; Oh, fuck, man.&nbsp; Just fuck."&nbsp; Elbows resting on the table, Alek put his face in his hands.&nbsp; Not only had he convinced himself he had a gay, supernatural stalker, but his best and only friend thought him a hung over foppy fool for thinking so.<br><br>Releasing a sigh, he said, "Maybe you're right.&nbsp; But I don't think so.&nbsp; Besides, what are you talking about?&nbsp; Nobody ever hits on me."&nbsp; It wasn't that Alek had ever particularly intentionally ignored sexual attention.&nbsp; He was just so wound up in self-pity he never really noticed it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 14:33:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mason flinched away from the loud noise, being a half elf had it's disadvantages, including better hearing than normal humans. "Oww.. ok.. OK.. tune it down a notch man, relax..." He laughed, low and long, as he listend to Alek rant a bit. Reaching out he mussed his friend's hair.&nbsp; "Look Alek, this guy probably has better things to do than stalk someone who has no interest what so ever in men right? And as far as people flirting with you, you've allways been so.. I dunno.. busy drowning your depression? that you don't notice a hottie here and there trying to make her moves, or some guy trying to crack his, as the case may be.." He continued to chuckle, kicking back in the seat, eyes shifting from his friend to the hot young female behind the counter, who was winking in his direction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 14:37:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh man, sorry.&nbsp; It's just...god, you're right.&nbsp; I need to stop being so damn paranoid."&nbsp; Alek relaxed against the back of his chair.&nbsp; A smile crept across his face.<br><br>"I guess I should get out and be more social.&nbsp; It's just...every time I think about a woman I think about Tania.&nbsp; She's probably with some random guy and doesn't even think about me anymore."&nbsp; He paused, drifting off, the smile sinking from his face, but he snapped his attention back, and the smile along with it.<br><br>"Oh well.&nbsp; Fuck her, right?&nbsp; So how'd things go last night?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 15:20:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mason shook his head slightly. As Alek talked a bit more he nodded. "Damn right I'm right Alek." He chuckled low, before wincing again. "Damnit you're not still on about her are ya? The bitch dropped you like a sack o' trash.. Ya need to get over her, she ain't worth rememberin." He perked his ears to the sound of the girl at the counter dropping something, and glanced over in time to get a wonderful view of her ass, barely hidden by her waitress uniform. "damn......" He turned his gaze back to his friend again and chuckled. "Went better than normal..&nbsp; a human girl, twin elf women, and another chick, not real sure what she was, but she had these trippy dragonfly wings that made great handlebars if ya know what i mean." His cocky grin said all that hadn't been said. "Had ta send em home when i came here.." He rubbed his forhead and laughed again. "I know i didn't drink enough to deserve this bad of a headache... damned winged chick slipped something in my drink.. said it would help me, keep up with her.. heh.. never had such fucked up dreams in my life..." He cracked his neck and relaxed a bit further into the chair, every now and again exchanging looks with the girl at the counter, who obviously thought he was hot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 04:01:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alek wanted to retort, tell Mason he was wrong, that he couldn't talk about Tania that way, but he didn't have the heart to say it.&nbsp; So instead, the words that came out of his mouth were, "Don't you ever get tired of sleeping with random, strange women that you've no emotional attachment to?&nbsp; Besides, who knows if they've gotten a disease from the other random, strange men they've slept with."<br><br>Having never been particularly enthralled, sexually speaking, with anybody that was not a human woman (and even then, those that interested him were few), Alek never quite comprehended Mason's need to sleep with anything in a skirt.&nbsp; Alek, the serial monogamist, was best friend's with Mason, the serial manwhore.&nbsp; It didn't quite make sense to him, although in areas of life outside of those relationships, they had quite a lot in common.&nbsp; It had only been since the disappearance of Tania that the other aspects of Alek's life had suffered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 11:10:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mason sighed and shrugged. "Hey man, Its only natural to listen to ones instincts."&nbsp; He gave his friend a sly grin. "Sides, Haven't found the right one yet." He gave another light shrug. Alek had gotten on his case before, and his usual thought response was that he hadn't found the right girl yet, though he knew Alek never bought it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 08:37:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm pretty sure the 'right one' isn't going to be the type of girl who shows up for drunken, drugged-up mini-orgies," Alek rolled his eyes.&nbsp; He was fairly certain Mason shared his fear of intimacy; they simply went in different directions in response to it.&nbsp; Alek avoided social contact; Mason buried himself in short, shallow relationships.<br><br>Though his conversation with Mason had begun to calm him, there was still and uncomfortable prodding at the back of his mind making him think of Jamus Siral.&nbsp; This little prodding told him that Mason was very, very wrong.&nbsp; It made Alek feel sleepy, and at the same time, paralyzed by fear of sleep.<br><br>"So...I guess I can't really get on your case about your inane social expeditions when the most social thing I do regularly is chat with strangers on online forums.&nbsp; I don't even partake in watercooler chat..."&nbsp; Alek sighed.&nbsp; "I really should get out more often."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 12:10:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He rolled his eyes as Alek chastised him for his lifestyle, that wasn't anything new. Alek allways hid from social situations, was he so wrong to embrace them? He glanced over at his friend and sighed. There was something more to it and Alek wasn't spilling, but he wasn't going to push it. "yeah well, we need to find you a girl who's name doesn't end in dot Jpeg." He grinned slyly, enjoying his own joke. "C'mon man, you're just a good looking as me... well maybe not that good lookin, but the point is I'm sure you could find a girl if you tried.... Instead all you do is sulk around when you're out in public, and you just admitted that the only thing you do at home is play with the electronic life drinker." He tilted his head to the side, watching Alek. "You need to get out more man, and not just with me.. Hell go to a library or somethin, they have computers there too, and chicks, nerdy chicks, but maybe that's what you need?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 13:20:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two were engaged in conversation over their lunch for about the next half-hour, when Alek paid his portion of the bill and excused himself from the table.&nbsp; The rest of the afternoon he spent cooped up in his apartment.&nbsp; Hearing Mason's advice and agreeing it was certainly not the same as following it.&nbsp; It did not help that the dreams he had that night and through the next two weeks oscillated between highly romanticized and blatantly sexual dreams focused on a single, masked figure of indeterminable gender.&nbsp; This individual appeared over and over, night after night, causing Alek to wake up with hot sweats.&nbsp; He also had to do laundry more frequently.<br><br>It was Friday, and Alek had decided to go out to a bar with some guys from work.&nbsp; They talked, several of them smoked, and Alek felt isolated from the group.&nbsp; Why did it seem the only way to engage in a social activity was with alcohol, and the only sanctioned place for meeting new people a bar?&nbsp; These things did not belong to his element.&nbsp; After a long night of awkwardness and a few too many drinks, Alek made his way home, stumbling into bed.&nbsp; He didn't notice the black cat outside his window; he had noticed it more than once when he'd woken from a particularly disturbing dream.&nbsp; Assuming it was a stray or belonged to a neighbor and just happened to be rather adventurous, Alek had no idea what the coincidental appearance of the feline meant.<br><br>Falling into an alcohol-laden slumber, Alek half-wished the strange, dark-hooded figure wouldn't be waiting for him, and he half-hoped that he'd see what was underneath the darkness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 13:39:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jamus had waited at Alek's apartment, knowing he would come home alone, as allways. He had been having a wonderful nap out on the fire escape, when his prey came stumbling up and into bed. He could smell the alcohol from here and it made his nose itch. So the man was drunk.. Perhaps tonight would be his chance. It didn't take Alek long to fall asleep, it rarely did. Once he was sure the human was asleep, he allowed his consciousness to float into the male's mind, and slip them both into the dream sequence. Tonight there were candles strewn around a large bed, covered in silken cloth, and Alek was laying across it, as if he was laying in his own bed. The same dark figure emerged from the shadows, slipping forwards through the candle light, though there was a slight difference in the gait, a slightly male difference. The figure moved up, over the bed, crawling across Alek's prone frame, which, to Alek's discovery, was clad in only the blankets of this bed. Gentle hands stroked along his chest, before the figure bent down, nibbling along his flesh, inciting desire within Alek. <br><br>Jamus nibbled softly, hands rubbing across his chest and shoulders, and sliding up a bit further to gently grind his hips forwards, making the blankets below shift over Alek's shaft. Slowly Jamus looked up, saphire eyes meeting Alek's eyes from beneath the hood. Alek would know those eyes. A hand reached up to caress Alek's cheek, and Jamus moved up to whisper in Alek's ear.<em> "Do you not see how I long for you, My love?" </em>The words were barely above a whisper as he nibbled at Alek's ear. Alek could wake himself at any time, Just as he could control his dream self, if he tried. <em>"I would give you everything, Alek.. Everything You've ever dreamed of..." </em>Jamus's own desire was building, but he could hardly afford to act upon those desires, not this time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 13:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alek found it difficult to move as the foreign hands probed his body; a shiver rolled over his body as the sheet pressed against his member.&nbsp; His dream mind could remember the previous encounters he'd had with the unidentifiable figure; his dream body remembered the encounters, too.&nbsp; A long pent-up passion filled Alek as irrational sensations bombared his mind.<br><br>"I don't even know who you are," Alek spoke.&nbsp; It was a trial to move his lips and his tongue; something felt paralyzing.&nbsp; "So how can you call me your love?"<br><br>He saw the sapphire eyes as they were revealed to him, the first in-dream clue to the identity of the person who haunted Alek's sleep.&nbsp; There was a recognition, he knew that he had seen the eyes before, though it was not made in a distinction between dream and reality.&nbsp; For all Alek knew, he was in his own bed, with someone whom he could not fully see, for reasons beyond his comprehension. But he knew that this person must be someone who's face he knew, though he could not quite place the eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 14:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jamus pulled back enough to meet Alek's eyes again. <em>"You know who I am Alek.. you've allways suspected, trust your instincts, as I allways do."</em> He leaned down, face inches from Alek's, those intense eyes piercing into the humans. <em>"You know who I am and you know me quite well.. over these past few weeks, I've poured my soul out to you, while not allways in words.. I've tried to show you everything I could give you.. I'd make everything you've ever dreamed come true.. Just for you Alek.</em>" Jamus's dream voice was starting to slip to his real one, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop it. It was hard enough staying hidden from the male that over this past month he had fallen for completely. Fae hearts were such fragile things, and he had stolen Jamus's heart. There was evidence of such in those saphire eyes, there wasn't just desire, but true adoration. Jamus could not hide such feelings in his dream form, it was too late for that anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 10:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The common paralyzing sensation of dreams swept over Alek's body.&nbsp; He felt distanced from it, watching the scene play before him, like a film.<br><br>Dream impulse drove the scene.&nbsp; Alek's hands, heavy and awkward with strangeness, went to Jamus's face, pulling it to Alek's lips.&nbsp; His mind was split into three pieces: an animalistic lust apathetic to the identity of the shrouded figure, a terrible fear that refused to accept what the other third knew, he dreamt of Jamus Siral.&nbsp; This piece of him did not know the hows or whys of Jamus being here, in this place.&nbsp; He could not conciously recognize it as dreamspace - he experienced it as reality.<br><br>When his lips broke away from the other's, he merely whispered, "Jamus," unsure of what else to say, or how to react.&nbsp; Here, reality was skewed, but experience was skewed, too, so as to cause any irregularities to appear logical.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 10:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss that Alek gave him so suddenly made his heart melt, a warmth spreading through his real body as it did his ethereal one. The sound of his name on his lover's lips aroused him more than anything prior had, and in response, he nodded, reaching one hand up to slip his hood down. The jet hair slipped out, hanging around Alek's face like a silky curtain, his body slowly pressing against the humans again as he revealed himself. "Alek.. let me please you... " The words were purred out, a gentle hand caressing Alek's cheek, the other seeming to be the only thing holding Jamus upright over Alek's prone form. He ached to tell Alek everything, but he would settle for this for now, if Alek would accept him.<br><br>Outside, on the fire escape, the feline had shifted into Jamus's true form, the winged Fae, in nothing but a pair of leather trousers and boots, his shimmering black dragonfly wings fluttering behind him as he sat beside the window, eyes closed, a soft smile written across his lips, the same smile that his dream self shared.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 10:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The solid inhibitions of reality were forgotten, drowned alongside Alek's fear by lust.&nbsp; His consciousness ping-ponged between first-hand experience and third-person observance, uncertain of the best mode of process.&nbsp; What he would remember in the morning would be watching himself say, "And how do you intend to do that?" with a smirk on his face.&nbsp; The face was his, but not the smirk.&nbsp; The voice was his, but not the words.&nbsp; He could feel the sensations against his body, but he did not feel his body.&nbsp; The sensations were distant, attached to this image he saw of himself, that he could control with his thoughts, for his state as an observer had no other body.<br><br>The body he saw ran it's fingers through Jamus's hair wistfully.&nbsp; The fear probed the observer; even the distant sensations felt terrifying.&nbsp; But the fear was only with the observer; the experiencer had only one part - lust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 10:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jamus was all in the experience, his mind focusing on the pleasure he might give the male below him. "wait and see.." He whispered, before moving down Alek's nude frame, pulling the blankets out of the way as he nibbled and kissed his way down the male's chest, nipping softly around his navel, hands preceding him to stroke lovingly along Alek's hips and shaft. He did not have the energy to use his magic for much more than what he was about to do, but he would make it last, for his lover. Watching Alek's dream self with eyes laden with desire and adoration, he flicked his rather long tongue across the head of the human's shaft, once, twice, and again, before kissing down the length, and nibbling softly at the base. What followed after such movements would be oral pleasures worth remembering, as Jamus slid his tongue around, nibbled, licked, and kissed Alek's nethers, occasionally moving up again for another sensual, loving kiss. He would have his human, and he would make Alek want it.<br><br>On the fire escape, Jamus was having trouble concentrating, his real body as aroused as his dream form, wings fluttering against the dark of the night, wishing he was really doing these things to his lover. All in due time of course, but it was beginning to get difficult to concentrate, as his arousal grew, and dawn approached. Forcing his body back into the feline form, even as his dream self allowed Alek's throbbing shaft access, suckling the hard, heated flesh. He wondered how much longer he could handle this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 10:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A groan escaped Alek's lips, both within his mind, and his actual body.&nbsp; Though his real body was paralyzed with sleep, inside his dream his hips bucked in response to the sensous sensations that were laid on him by Jamus.&nbsp; Words escaped the man, rational thought lost in the moment of excitement.&nbsp; Alek hadn't shared his bed with another since Tania left him, and even in his dreams he could remember that.<br><br>After what simultaneously encompassed a single moment and eternity, orgasm shuddered and writhed through Alek's body, both imagined and real.&nbsp; Without much time for the Fae to react, Alek was sluggishly drawn into consciousness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 10:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jamus pulled as quickly, and as gently as he could, from the male's mind, quickly padding off up the fire escape, his own urgent needs to attend to. He didn't know wether the male would remember it in his waking hours, but Jamus felt allmost giddy, as he had accepted him in his dreams. It was a step forwards, and one that Jamus spent quite a bit of time reliving in the dawn's early rays, upon the rooftop. <br><br>It was much later when Jamus decided that he needed a bit of a break. He was off work today, no new contracts had come up, so he was free to do what he wanted. Deciding it had been far too long, he made his way to the city's rather beautiful library, intent on checking out a book or two, and chuckling to himself as various erotic titles came to mind along with the science fiction that he was growing so fond of. Dressed in a button up dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, and a pair of snug fitting slacks, as well as a pair of nice shoes, he made his way through the isles, picking out a few books to take back to a table, mind intent on reading, like he hadn't done in a while.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 11:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Alek woke, it took him a few minutes to fully realize the meaning of his dream, and it made him feel sick.&nbsp; He rushed into the bathroom, just in time to vomit.&nbsp; There wasn't much in him.&nbsp; Staring at his haggard face in the mirror, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and said to himself, "I am not gay.&nbsp; It was just a bad dream.&nbsp; I am not gay."&nbsp; However, this mantra seemed ineffective at keeping the thoughts of Jamus's adoring face staring up at him, or remembering the sensation of a mouth around his own member.&nbsp; It stirred in him feelings of nausea and arousal.&nbsp; All morning he set himself to menial tasks, burying himself in chores like laundry.&nbsp; However, it wasn't long before he ran out of things to clean, as he rarely did anything to dirty his apartment.<br><br>Recalling Mason's advice from a couple weeks before, Alek decided that he'd head out to the library.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd run into a cute, nerdy girl to take his mind off the dream.&nbsp; It had a strange way of sticking with him, when many other dreams had faded without effort.&nbsp; He had no comprehension that his attachment to Jamus, and Jamus's attachment to him drew them both to a meeting point.&nbsp; He had no idea that Jamus was already in the library when he began to peruse the shelves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 11:44:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Relaxing at a table, nose buried in a Xanth novel, 'Man From Mundania'. He was only a few pages in, completely interested in the book. So interested in fact that he did not see Alek walk right by him, though he himself was hard to miss. He had left his hair down today, Flowing over his shoulders, yet somehow looking far more manly than he had the first night, at the club. Saphire eyes scanned the pages, and every now and again something amused him greatly, in the book, and a sly grin, followed by a soft chuckle, escaped his lips. There was something allmost feline about the way he was lounging, wearing all black, He was reminiscent of the cat Alek had seen so often on his fire escape. At a particularly funny part of the book, he chuckled, trying to keep his voice down, eyes shimmering golden as the felines eyes. Soon however, they shifted back to their beautiful saphire blue.<br><br>On a notepad in front of Jamus was the price listing of a beautiful longsword, and engraved into the steel of the hilt was a large black panther's face, maw open, holding a gem. The gem happened to be Alek's birthstone. This was obviously a custom job, judging by the price. It was going to be live steel, and came with an equally exquisite scabbard. There in the notes was also a comment about packaging and delivery, but no address.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 11:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alek nearly choked as he saw Jamus Siral there, memories of his dream stirring up instanteously in his mind.&nbsp; He dashed into the nearest aisle, which happened to contain mostly authors with the last name starting with M, and a few Ns at the end.&nbsp; For the life of him, he couldn't think of an interesting author whose last name began with an M.&nbsp; But he stared intently at the books in front of him, moving slowly to the right down the aisle as he scanned titles.&nbsp; Having jumped into an aisle rather nervously and quickly, he realized that Jamus could see him, look right at him, the moment he happened to look up.&nbsp; So Alek merely pretended to not notice him, purposefully not looking to his left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deepest Dreams, Darkest Wings (gomjabber -- LonewolfAlpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 11:07:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jamus paused, tilting his head, before stretching backwards, and cracking his neck. His eyes raised above the book for a moment, to look towards the clock, which was on the wall opposite Alek's position. Then turning back to return to his comfortable position, he spotted Alek, busying himself with the books. It was strange that the days that he didn't follow Alek, the male seemed to appear. Idly Jamus wondered if the young man possessed any magic that Jamus somehow could not sense. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat, before lowering his eyes to the book again. Taking a pencil, he started sketching someting on another notepad, leaving the young male alone. Twitching slightly when his phone vibrated at his side, Jamus seemed to loose interest in the notepad, answering the phone, as quietly as possible, and jotting down a few notes on his pad. An address to a rather popular modeling studio, what clothes to bring, and what he would be having to do. Nodding he hung up the phone and gathered his belongings. <br><br>Without a word to Alek he brushed past him, contact between their arms for a brief second, that would send fire throughout the both of them, and he was gone, off to work. On the table was the address of the modeling agency, which Jamus had allready memorized. Here was clear proof that the man was a model.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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