Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]
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				Title: <strong>Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 06:37:01</strong>
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				Tyler Blake had heard the stories. Which, considering he rarely ventured down for his secluded cabin in the Medicine Bow mountains, was saying something. Word was spreading around the little town of Burnet like an influenza. About the strange man who'd shown up in town one day, on foot, and had paid for a place to stay in straight cash.&nbsp; Of how he'd been as big as a truck - a mean looking man, short brown hair, stalking about and giving the stink eye to anyone who looked his way.&nbsp; How he'd come down only once in the month since arriving, and had knocked things off the narrow grocery store shelves. Tyler, who'd had all of this relayed to him via Betty Sue - the owner of said establishment, was intrigued.<br><br>At the ripe old age of 23, he'd been living in Burnet for over a year now, after moving there when the state of mutant rights went from merely irritating to downright annoying. He'd never gotten his invite to that mutant school. Didn't know what he would have done, if he had. But the fact remained that he didn't feel safe at his University anymore, so he left. Bought a cabin up in the mountains with his trust fund, and began to write. <br><br>He was 5'10, about 165. Handsome, if you liked the bookish type, but rather unremarkable. He came from a relatively wealthy background, so he was never really strapped for cash. His exile was not really his greatest preference, so he'd decided to live it as best he could. Which made this new, truck-sized neighbor that he shared a mountain with a matter of particular importance. <br><br>He was sitting in the little greasy spoon that served as the small town's only restaurant when he first saw him. He set his fork down half-way in the middle of a bite, and stared. He couldn't help it. He'd never seen anyone like this guy, and it practically evaporated all trace of subtlety that he'd had before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 18:37:37</strong>
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				Burnet was just what he'd hoped it would be. It was small and out of the way and the folk living there knew little about what went on outside, in the real world. Sure, they had TV and Internet and what not, but they paid little attention to all that. The place still had the charm of a 50s town, insular and self absorbed. What little they learnt from there got mangled real quick when the stories flew about. They lived on rumours, not news. <br><br>That was good. Word of him getting out was unlikely here. Sure, a few folk would gossip with friends or family outside, but there were enough freaks and muties running about that a guy his size wouldn't draw any particular attention, not because of just that. He was making sure not to make a nuisance of himself either. As long as he stayed out of the way, holed up in the shack, he should be fine. People would talk and gape and a few would do something moronic like call him names, but that would be the end of it. Or so he hoped. <br><br>Cain Marko liked the mountain air. It was a hell of a lot better than city smog, or filtered prison air. When he went out into the woods, he felt less obtrusive. It got tired after a while, the staring and the pointing and the screaming. Once in a while, it was nice to just be out by himself, like a normal person. As much as he wanted to be a normal person anyway. <br><br>He stood about 7 feet tall, but he looked much much bigger. His massive shoulders and thick, strong arms gave him a presence that no one could ignore. He exuded a sense of immense strength. Most people took a look at him and bolted. They were pretty smart. Cain liked seeing runts running away from him. It always made him feel a little better. <br><br>He ran his hands through his short brown hair, his blue eyes wistful and a little sad. He had to admit, he was a little lonely. He'd burned his bridges after the whole Hulk fiasco and left behind the buddies he'd made at the X-Men. There was no going back there; not if he wanted to remain the Juggernaut. And he was never giving that up. Never.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd decided he'd go down once a month to stock up on supplies; stuff for the plants he'd started keeping, cleaning material, toilet paper and a few bottles. He'd bought some cans of tuna and whatnot last time just to keep that little cashier bitch from spreading rumours. The way she'd been looking at him had pissed him off. It reminded him too much of other stuff he'd have liked to forget. <br><br>Now he was back in town again. It was early afternoon and most folk were in their homes, resting, staying out of his way. There was a freckly teen at the register this time around and this one looked more fascinated than frightened. Great. Cain ignored the kid and went about his shopping, picking up some nice juicy steaks this time around. Just because he didn't <em>need</em> to eat, didn't mean he didn't want to. A good medium-rare was a gift from God. <br><br>He made sure to give the kid the evil eye on his way out. Had to keep the kids from snooping around. Back out on the street, he hefted the shopping bags on two fingers, keeping an eye out for anyone who looked like he wanted to make trouble. His eyes fell on the only 'restaurant' in the place and he slowed down. He hadn't actually had real food in some time. Most of the time, he just forgot. It was amazing what never feeling hunger could do to your appetite. When he did get a craving though, it was hard to restrain himself. Right now, he craved some good steaks. <br><br>He had to hunch over to get through the doors, but he was used to that. The diner was mostly empty. A young kid sat staring at him open mouthed, his fork lifted halfway to his mouth. A couple tables behind him, an old man sat sipping a cup, glancing at him every now and then. Cain headed for the counter. <br><br>"Steak, medium rare. Mashed potato and tomato gravy." He told at the waitress gruffly. He settled down into the nearest table, putting his groceries beside him. He kept an eye on the front door and on the other two patrons. It was best to be cautious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 19:30:46</strong>
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				Tyler did not consider himself a <em>rude</em> person, per se. Sure, he might let the fact that he had superpowers cloud his judgement when choosing who would respond well to his 'good-natured' teasing, but he liked to think that he was subtle enough that, were he to be checking someone out, he would have the courtesy to do it in a manner more appropriate than abject starin, mouth agape. But who could blame him, really? The heavy-weight champion of the freakin' Universe had just walked into a little diner in Burnet and ordered a steak. And damn it, if he didn't have the prettiest eyes. <br><br>Tyler was not in a habit of flirting with men. Sure, that might have been his preferred gender, but it always felt so clumsy when he attempted it. Flirting with girls, where there was no real tension or expectations (at least on his end), was much easier. So whenever he approached guys, he always did his best act at being casually curious, rather than attracted, or 'interested.' But with this guy . . . well, he'd already made an ass out himself <em>without</em> saying anything, so this might not go according to plan.<br><br>He could tell that his staring had made the man uncomfortable. Those blue eyes were busy, and suspicious, and his posture suggested that he was ready to bolt at any minute. He most likely would have liked nothing better than to be left alone. So, Tyler, in all his grand wisdom, did the exact opposite. <br><br>"He'll want the raspberry cobbler too, Edith," he said, sliding out of his own chair, and walking over to the man's table. He gave him a fairly wide berth. This guy looked like to type who required a great deal of personal space. He positioned himself so that he was at the opposite corner of the table from the enormous man. It was a bad habit, but if the guy was going to try anything, he wanted warning. About a second was all it would take, before he was confident he could block anything the guy could throw at him. <br><br>He waited until the waitress was out of earshot, before turning back to the giant and giving a polite, purposefully oblivious smile. He knew they wouldn't be overhead. Mr. Harris in the corner had been mostly deaf since Vietnam, so there were no worries, there. "You're the guy that moved onto Stone Peak, right? Cabin on the west side?" He held out a hand, casually. "That would make us neighbors. I'm on the east."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 19:49:56</strong>
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				Cain sat with his fists resting on the table, eyes never still, tapping his toes. It felt a little strange sitting here. He hadn't had much call or much need to eat out since he had found the gem. He couldn't have done so if he'd wanted to down in, say, New York. Back in the old days, either the X-Men or the Avengers would have come down on his ass the moment he was seen. Not that he blamed them. He'd done some shit back then he kinda, sorta regretted now. But that was water under the bridge. <br><br>Cain's eyes swiveled up as the kid he'd spotted earlier staring at him like he was a gook stood up and spoke. Damn. Did the kid think he wanted company? Punks like him usually ran the other way when they saw the Juggernaut coming. It wasn't like he had anything to prove to his chick or his gang either. What the hell did he want with Cain then? <br><br>He watched with a scowl as the kid slid himself into the seat opposite and smiled up at him. Cain simply glared back. Raspberry, the kid had said. Well, his favourite was actually blueberry, but now that pie had come up he felt he wouldn't mind a piece of a raspberry cobbler. Should've thought of himself, though. He didn't want to be chums with some pint-sized punk. <br><br>"You're the guy that moved onto Stone Peak, right? Cabin on the west side?" He held out a hand, casually. "That would make us neighbors. I'm on the east."<br><br>Cain waited a little while before engulfing the other's hand in his own. Just a little pressure and he won't be so cocky n'more, a sadistic little voice in the corner of his head crooned. He ignored it. Mostly. He did press just a eensy teensy little bit, as if to say, "See? If I wanted I could crush your hand to powder and tear your arm out of your socket, but I won't, 'cause I'm mostly a nice guy. Besides, we're neighbours." <br><br>Out aloud, he just grunted. He wasn't about to say 'Nice to meet you' or 'What's your name?' if that's the kid expected. Let him do most of the talking. He did have one question, though. <br><br>"The food here. Any good?" <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 20:33:28</strong>
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				As if the boy really needed reminded. Cain practically had "I could kill you with a well-timed sneeze" tattooed on his forehead. When the stranger took his hand, wrapping that enormous meaty paw around it and squeezing carefully, he was struck by how warm it was. A guy like this, with a body like that, produced a lot of heat. Tyler didn't notice the warning, in the pressure. Instead, he found his mind a tad bit occupied by thoughts of how one could properly utilize that heat in less-than-wholesome situations. He pushed the thoughts from his mind, quickly and effortlessly. <br><br>"Eh, it depends," he glanced surreptitiously to the kitchen, before looking back at the giant, "see, there are two cooks here. They alternate everyday. One of them, Mr. Boyd, he's a disabled veteran. Got real messed up in an altercation with Latveria, now he's got the shakes pretty bad. Tends to overcook the food. The one they got today, though, is Edith's son, Dick. According to her, he's been cooking since he could reach the stove. He's good."<br><br>He leaned back in his seat, studying the man. It wasn't the sort of stare that Cain was used to getting - there was too much of a glint to it, the corners of the kid's mouth were turned up. It was thoughtful, and curious, but not judgmental. <br><br>"You have a name, or do people tend to refer to you in a series of screams and/or gasps?"
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				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 18:33:56</strong>
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				The kid didn't look fazed in the least by him. A part of him was impressed. In his experience, a guy needed real guts to stand up to him, let alone carry on a casual conversation; hell, folk had run screaming away from him when he'd stopped at gas stations to take a leak. The kid had a spine. That, or he was an idiot. Could be either really. Maybe he had a bet on with his buddies. See if he could get chummy with the resident freak. Would make sense, that. <br><br>He talked too much too. A simple 'It's good' would have sufficed. Cain didn't need to know the cooks' history. He grunted in acknowledgement anyway and sat back, hoping the kid would go away. <br><br>Instead, the runt sat back as well, his eyes never leaving Cain. What the hell was up with the punk? Cain didn't like the look in his eyes. He was used to a little fear, a little awe and sometimes, maybe after he'd wrecked a couple cars, a tiny pinch of anger. The kid had none of that on his face. He seemed a little amused, to tell the truth, the way his mouth'd turned up in the cornes. <br><br>Cain couldn't help but be a little wary. When tiny runts stared at him like he wasn't a ten foot behemoth, he got an itch in his back. Those runts almost always turned out to be muties who could deal him some damage. Well, sort of. Nothing could <em>really</em> deal him any damage. They still turned out to be a pain in the ass much of the time. <br><br>What <em>was</em> this kid's deal? <br><br>"You have a name, or do people tend to refer to you in a series of screams and/or gasps?"<br><br>Cain snorted. "A smartass." He hated smartasses. He wondered if he should try and scare the punk a little, but thought better of it. Too public. Besides, it would be damned embarrassing if that backfired on him. Better be civil...as much as possible, anyway. <br><br>"I hate smartasses." He said, smiling a little at the runt. Well, mostly civil. He looked away from the kid and glanced at the counter. The matronly waitress held up two fingers, grinning like a moron. Hopefully, the punk would leave when the food arrived. Or, maybe he'd try to pitch in. That'd be the last straw. <br><br>"Name's Cain Marko. Tell me yours, runt." He said, his blue eyes settling on the kid's. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 18:51:21</strong>
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				"Fair 'nough," Ty said, leaning back in his chair, somewhat amused at the comment. "I'll keep the smartassery to a minimum, then. Tends to be a pretty good ice-breaker, but if you're the somber type, that works just as well."&nbsp; It was half-true. If the man wanted him to keep the quipping to a minimum he would try, but 'smartass' was pretty much his default state, and felt far more comfortable to him than seriousness. But his goal was not to annoy the man. <br><br>He considered Cain Marko. The name sounded almost familiar. "Cain" was not a name that one generally ascribed to nice guys, and the man wore it well. But by the way that he was glancing about all nervously, looking at him intensely, trying to figure him out, he knew that he'd unnerved the man. No, annoyance was not his goal. But keeping the man on his toes seemed a good way to create a lasting impression, and that was certainly what Ty wanted. As long as the man didn't decide to try and leave a 'lasting impression' on his face. Something that he feared, only in as much as he might have to use his own abilities, and blow his cover. <br><br>"Tyler Blake. Though you can stick with 'runt' if you like, not like I can really complain." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Burnet wasn't your first choice, was it Mr. Marko? Way I've heard it, your general demeanor suggests you'd rather be somewhere else. Not like I can really blame you, I'm pretty much the same way. Just a little better at hiding it."
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				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 23:23:09</strong>
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				Cain listened quietly. The kid was a halfway smooth talker. He still didn't look the least bit intimidated by Cain. He was the first in this town since he'd come by to actually come up and talk to him. Had to have taken some guts. He remembered he'd been whining to himself about a while back about feeling lonely. Didn't mean he wanted some smartass to come up and throw semi-insults at him. It must've been karma/God/fate/whatever's way of screwing with old Cain. <br><br>He nodded slightly as the kid finally gave his name - didn't this out-of-sight towns prize politeness? - and was about to give a chuckle at the 'runt' joke, but the punk kept on talking. Cain tried not to give anything away, but he looked more sharply at the kid...Blake. What'd made him say all that? <br><br>He was about to ask a couple questions when the food finally arrived. The sweet scent of barbecued meat and tangy tomato sauce immediately made his mouth water and for a second he forgot Blake. He watched eagerly as the waitress set down the steak and his pie and didn't wait to hear what she said before picking up his knife and fork and diving in. <br><br>He only remembered he had company when he'd swallowed his first bite and looked up again. Damn, that was just too sweet! He'd almost forgotten what good food tasted like, holed up in godforsaken shack. It felt good to savour the taste. <br><br>What had the kid been saying again? Something about hating the town or some such. He cut another piece out of the steak and put it into his mouth, chewing leisurely. Why tell him that? Why the hell should Cain care? <br><br>"None of your business, now, is it, runt?" He smiled a little, reminding Blake of what he'd said about calling him that. "But if you hate the town so much, why don't you leave? You look more'n old enough to make your own way." <br><br>Something about the way Blake'd mentioned the whole 'be elsewhere' thing had hit him though. Cain had a feeling the kid meant it the same way he did - Blake was hiding out. That made things different. Did Blake know who Cain Marko was? Was Blake a mutie running from the government? It didn't seem like a smartass prankster wasting his time anymore, but whatever was Cain wasn't too worried as long as it didn't force him to leave. <br><br>He could handle it.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 00:23:45</strong>
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				Tyler raised an eyebrow at Marko, and smiled. "Fair enough." Then, "Never said 'hate', did I?But it's not exactly Capital City, USA. It's dull, is the worst of it, I think." He paused, trying to think up a plausible reason why he didn't just get up and leave, while skirting around the 'm' word. He stared at Cain, to see if he was still paying attention, before continuing. "You just seem like the type of guy who'd prefer to be blending in. Which I gather is difficult enough, when you could palm most people's head. But it's even harder out here in the boonies, where everyone is up in everyone else's business." <br><br>He leaned back, and stared at Cain's pie, greedily. He knew damn well better than that, though. "People like me, for instance. I'm not gonna ask you anymore questions about yourself, or what your background is. 's none of my business." He raises an eyebrow at Cain, grinning. "But I will ask if you'd like to come by my place sometime, to hang out and watch a movie, or something. I got satellite cable and internet, plus a pretty decent collection. Could be fun. And trust me, Stone Peak can get impossibly dull, after a month or two."
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				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 07:50:48</strong>
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				Cain grimaced. He'd kinda let slip how he himself felt with that 'hate' part. The kid had it right with the whole 'dull' business though. It was dull as hell here, especially for him. Some folk would've called it peaceful. Hell, he felt that way too...sometimes. Most of the time, he was just sitting on his ass with absolutely nothing to do and it nearly drove him out of his mind. It got hard to beat back the urge sometimes. Real hard. <br><br>The kid side-stepped the question about why he didn't just leave. Funny. Seemed like he had something to hide too. Well, Cain didn't really give a damn. Unless he was a mutie. Then he'd care to know what the hell this Blake could do. Insurance. It'd be insurance. <br><br>"Heh." Cain let out a chuckle. 'Blending in' was something he hadn't done ever since he'd found the Gem. He knew better to expect it, even if he was pretending to be a mere mortal. Still, no one had had the guts to come up to bother him in his hut yet. Hell, no one had had the guts to come talk to him town either, until this clown. <br><br>"Got that right." Cain mumbled. He was getting a little confused. So, all the kid wanted was his company? Why? Weird. He had to be wary. God knew there were enough people in the world who'd want a piece of the Juggernaut, one way or another. <br><br>He had some more steak. The kid was annoying sure, but Cain knew it would be impolite to just brush off his offer. Plus, he was curious. So...<br><br>"I'll think about it." He said noncommittaly. Then, since he'd noticed the way Blake was staring at his pie, he waved at the cobbler. "Have a piece, if you want." <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 08:17:36</strong>
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				"Oh thank God," Tyler said, almost a gasp, as he reached for a fork, and took a small bit of the corner, bringing it up to his mouth. He seemed to truly savor it, for a moment, his eyes closed as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. "You're a saint," he said, simply, before leaning back to the table. "Gotta enjoy simple pleasures, when you're stuck out here, like this." He put a hand down on the table. "Anyway, good to meet you Mr. Marko. Think about what I said, and if you feel in the mood for some company, drop by whenever. My door's always open." <br><br>With a spring in his step, the boy walks back over to his own table, pulling some money out of his wallet and putting it down on his own table, to pay for his meal as well as a generous tip. Then he strode out of the restaurant, and to the little white mazda parked in the lot. It was a real junker, but had a certain charm to it - no muffler, scratched paint, mis-matched hood. And it looked like Cain wouldn't even fit in it. As he was backing up, the kid gave a sort of off-hand wave. Like he knew Marko would be watching. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 19:15:05</strong>
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				Cain watched somewhat quizzically as the boy gulped down the piece of pie hungrily. Putting on a show? Or was it really as good as all that? He'd need to find out. <br><br>"Yeah, simple pleasures." He muttered under his breath as the kid finally took his leave. He knew what simple pleasures were about, Cain thought, glancing at his half-eaten steak and mash. He watched as the kid left the diner and walked over to a mazda as puny as himself and a lot more banged up. Punk even gave him a wave as he left. Weird kid. Hell, if he'd been a she, Cain'd've thought he was trying to hit on him. Yeah. Weird. <br><br>He turned his attention back to the steak. It looked juicier than ever. He looked around once and noticed the old man at the back was also gone. The diner was empty other than him and the waitress polishing her nails behind the counter. Cain didn't hesitate. He picked up the entire steak by hand and bit into it. <br><br>Yeah. That was bliss. <br><br>Later on, he reflected, he should have asked for the blueberry cobbler. If the raspberry had been that good, the blueberry would've been better. Next time for sure. <br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>A couple of days passed. Cain spent them as usual. Puttering about the house, watching the news, trudging up and down the mountain, scaring the occasional wildlife that had the misfortune of falling in his path. The kid's words kept coming back to him. Damn, he really was bored. It was all very well, watching the dewdrops settle on the leaves and feel the cold mountain wind on his cheeks and what not, but goddammit, he was <em>bored</em>. His hands itched to wrap around something huge and heavy and just crush it under his fingers. Cain'd learnt to control that feeling, or at least channel that in the proper direction. Well, that wasn't an option any longer. He had to distract himself. <br><br>So it was that he found himself, dressed in a plain white tee and jeans, walking around the mountain to the other side, to the house of Tyler Blake, smartass extraordinaire, carrying a keg of beer. He came across a house in much better condition that his, with what looked like a satellite dish poking out above the roof. Had to be a place. <br><br>Walking up to the door, Cain set down the beer and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm gonna regret this." He mumbled, before rapping hard on the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 21:12:41</strong>
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				The house looked nice enough, from the outside. The sort of house someone might build for themselves and their family, on a middle-class budget. It was not particularly well-kept - the porch outside was a dusty, where it was obvious that no-one interacted with it. The layer of leaves and sprouts of grass that passed for a yard was messy, and looked like it had never really been taken care of. The wooden porch creaked underneath him, as he walked across it, though this said more about Marko than it did about the porch. <br><br>Tyler had been in the middle of watching some documentary on Aeronautical Advancements at the end of World War II. Well, 'watching' was the wrong word. He'd been laying on the coach, laptop in front of him, playing some Flash RTS, and really paying only the barest amount of attention between the two. He had a hard time focusing at the best of times, and having been trapped up on this mountain for over a year had increased this deficiency to nigh-debilitating levels. He jumped, when what sounded like a cannonball hitting his front door echoed through-out the house. <br><br>When he opened the door, it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting company. In town, he'd been well-dressed and groomed, wearing slacks and a smart button-down shirt. Now, he was in pajama bottoms, and a t-shirt. His medium-length blond hair was untidy, but clean. He stared at the figure on his porch for about half-a-second, before concluding that he was real. "Oh, hey, Mr. Marko." He glanced down at the keg. "Oh, hey, booze." He pulled the door open, and stepped aside, allowing Cain passage. "Please, come on it. Sorry for the shabbiness, didn't really expect you . . . well, ever."<br><br>The house was clean, surprisingly enough. The living rooom that Cain entered to had a stare-case leading up, to the bedrooms, and a door opposite the entrance into the kitchen/laundry area. It's carpets were clean, and it smelled pleasantly. Stacks of movies, games, and Cds occupied an enormous shelf on one wall, with a cluttered desk and computer on the other, with an entertainment system stocked with everything up to date occupied the center wall between those. The furniture was classic looking, and appeared comfortable. A couch, a loveseat, and two rockers. It looked like a house that an entire family could occupy easily, but Tyler lived here alone.<br><br>"Can I get you anything?"
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				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 12:56:54</strong>
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				Cain grunted, somewhat amused and somewhat annoyed, as Blake invited him in. Runt makes a nuisance of himself just to invite Cain to his home and now claims he'd never expected him to show up? Heh. <br><br>Cain had to hunch over to get through the door but that was par for the course. The living space inside was pretty big, cluttered with stuff - a huge-ass entertainment system blaring away about planes in World War II or something like that, a shelf full of CDs and whatnot and a sleek looking computer on a desk way too full. When asked whether he'd like something, Cain glanced at the doorway leading to the kitchen but thought better of it. He didn't feel like munching on anything at the moment. <br><br>"No, thanks." He said, finally looking down at the kid. Runt looked a little scruffy, but not too worse for the wear. He lifted the keg and waved it about. "Where do I put this? And where do I sit? That couch sturdy enough?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 21:21:36</strong>
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				Tyler gestured to the kitchen, then nodded. "Yeah, everything here should be sturdy enough. It's all fairly old, back before they made everything out of particle board." He walked over to the television, and quickly turned it off. He followed Cain into the kitchen, gesturing to a spot between the fridge and the back door that seemed like a good enough location. <br><br>The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was pretty well taken care of. The tile counters were scrubbed down and free of debris, and there were no dishes strewn about. It was unclear whether the boy actually kept it like this, or had somehow known that Cain would be coming. The first seemed more likely, of course, but if the kid was a mutie . . . Tyler opened up one of the cupboards, and brought out some glasses. "Don't think I've ever drank keg beer from a glass. 'course, don't think I've ever drank from a keg outside of college parties." <br><br>He set a glass down for Cain, and leaned against the counter, looking the man over carefully. "So, how've you been?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:43:02</strong>
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				Cain hefted the keg and walked over to the kitchen; the kid kept on talking. The kitchen was clean, way cleaner than Cain's. Not surprising. He hardly had any need for a kitchen, so he never used it. For all he knew it was now home to vermin of all sorts. <br><br>Cain lifted the keg onto the counter, careful not to slam it down and have beer leak all over. He looked at the opening and grunted. "You got a pump lying 'round here?" He asked, feeling slightly foolish.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He accepted the glass offered by Blake. It felt puny in his hand. Cain looked at it quizzically. As far as he knew, no one drank beer with glasses. You drank from the bottle, or if you wanted to waste a lot and get your carpet wet, from the keg itself, or from the pump of course. He hadn't really thought it through when he bought the keg. <br><br>"Been good enough, runt." Cain growled, irritated with himself. "Thanks for asking." He added after a moment; it wasn't the runt's fault. "You look fine. Big, nice house you got." He glanced around the kitchen. "Got a housekeeper or somethin'? Don't tell me you clean up after yourself?" <br><br>"College, huh?" He looked down at Blake. "By the look of the place, I had you figured for a rich bastard sucking off his pop. Don't tell me you work for a living?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:59:56</strong>
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				Tyler grimaced, and began searching for a pump. He knew he didn't have one, but he wanted to keep his hands busy. The man had struck a bit of a soft point for him, and he wanted to think through how to answer it. For some reason, he felt the need to impress Marko. To win his approval. Whether this was because he was simply attracted to the man, or something deeper, he could not be sure.&nbsp; He inhaled, softly, before speaking. <br><br>"I keep the place clean, myself. Never been much for lawnwork, so that kind of suffers, but I'm pretty good at cooking and cleaning." He closes the drawer, softly, and turns to the man, obviously a little on edge. "And I don't work, I'm afraid. You're initial impressions weren't far off." He bit his lower lip. "There's, uh, not a lot of work around here for an English Major, y'know. I write. I write a lot. But for the most part," he gave a small wave of his hand, "yeah, I'm a rich leech." He said it almost bitterly, before opening another drawer. "I don't think I have a pump, either."<br><br>He shut it, and stepped away from the counter, towards Marko. "Ah, well. Who needs alcohol to have fun, anyways?" He said it with a fakey, self-effacing grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 21:08:22</strong>
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				"Hmmph." Cain grunted, both impressed and taken aback by Blake's admission that he cleaned the house himself. He couldn't imagine doing the same himself. It wasn't that it was a lot of work - which it was - it was just so...boring. And Cain knew a little about being bored. Kid had to be a clean freak. <br><br>Oh, and apparently he cooked too. "Make a good wife." Cain muttered under his breath, not intending the kid to hear and chuckled. He'd met people Blake's sort before. Back in his time, kids like that were thought 'queer' and tortured mercilessly. 'Course, nowadays there was a whole 'nother level of queer to deal with. <br><br>He had to look away for a moment when he saw the agitation in Blake's face. Damn. He'd upset the kid. Should've kept his mouth shut. Whoever's proud of leeching off his parents? Cain knew a little about sore spots when it came to family. He should've thought before making a crude comment like that. <br><br>"Hey, kid." He scratched the back of his head with one hand, feeling sorry. "No offence, y'know. Didn't mean to...well, yeah." He shook his head. He'd never been very good at apologizing. <br><br>"Anyway..." He tried to change the subject. "There's 'nother way we can use the keg." He turned to the keg, blocking Blake's sight of it by moving around the corner so all the kid could see was Cain's back. He inserted a finger into the opening and gently pulled. With a sound like a wet plunger, only louder, the top came off. <br><br>Beer sloshed about, a little spilling over the counter. Cain moved away. The 'spear' had broken about in half. He hoped it didn't matter. He didn't know much about what went on inside kegs. "This should do." He said and turned to Blake. "You got dippers, don't ya?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 21:19:00</strong>
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				While Cain had muttered under his breath, not intending to be heard, the kitchen was not that large, and Tyler's hearing was pretty good. All he'd caught were the words 'good wife', but he could fill in the rest. The back of his neck turned a little pink, but he tried not to let it show. "Don't worry about it, Cain," he said, politely, walking back over to the drawer and getting a dipper for him. He handed it to the larger man, and stepped back, raising an eyebrow. He had a guess as to what the man had done, and was running it over in his head. Was that normal? Could a person do that normally, without the assistance of superpowers? He had no idea how durable a keg was supposed to be, and didn't want to look a fool by bringing it up. <br><br>An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment, before he finally found a topic of conversation. And immediately after saying it, he wished that he hadn't. "So, what've you been up to? Any of the local girls come moseying around, looking for 'the new guy'?"<br><br>He had no idea why he'd asked that. Well, he knew exactly -why- he'd asked it. But not why he'd allowed himself to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 21:53:17</strong>
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				Cain took the dipper and filled out two glasses. Weird way to have beer. He pushed a glass towards Blake and took up his own, gulping down half of it in one go. Hmm. He'd had better. <br><br>Neither of them spoke for a while. Normally, that'd be fine for Cain. He wasn't much of a conversationalist. But this silence was of the 'awkward' sort. As it was, Blake broke it. <br><br>Cain let out a grunt of laughter. "Heh. They do that 'round these parts? No luck then, kid. None of them must be into the 'big' leagues, if you know what I mean." He let out a loud guffaw this time, amused by his own joke. It was true, though. No girl had come up to his little hut - hell, no one had. It wasn't like he'd gone down to town looking for pussy either. Burnet was a 'proper' town. <br><br>It was all good though. He hadn't missed it any. "You've been here for a while longer, though, eh, Blake? You must have a girlfriend or two."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 22:03:10</strong>
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				Tyler took the beer that was offered to him, downed in it one go. Liquid courage. He needed it, for what he was about to say. What he knew he shouldn't, and was actively trying to keep himself from saying. He shouldered past Cain, carefully, and got himself another glass. "N-not really." They drank their beer in silence, for a moment, Tyler seeming to be keeping on pace with Cain's drinking, which was impressive. Of course, he wasn't taking to it nearly as well. He led them back into the living room, and turned on the TV. After another few minutes, when his head was suitably buzzing and his common sense had taken a decent nose-dive, he looks at Cain.<br><br>"I'm surprised. Not many guys as good-looking as you come through this shit-hole, I figured the locals would try to pounce while the pouncing was good." He looks down at his drink. "'m not really much a 'girl' person, so my options are pretty limited. And it's not like I ever really intended for this place to be permanent, either."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 22:36:24</strong>
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				The kid didn't seem too eager to join in the laughter. Maybe not having a girlfriend was a sore spot with him too. Damn. He hadn't figured the kid to be this much of a pussy. He'd seemed a get-go kind of guy the way he'd approached Cain at the diner. <br><br>Cain dipped his glass into the keg itself and drained it in one go. Alcohol didn't mean anything to him anymore. It took ungodly amounts for even a little buzz and he could never get drunk. He wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. The kid, though, he was sure could. At the rate he was going, he would be too. What was up with him? Cain wondered. <br><br>They went out into the living room and Cain settled into a couch. Blake turned the TV on again. There was some sort of action movie on. Cain drank and watched, laughing out whenever something particularly ridiculous happened. It always amused him to see the heroes running away from some explosion. If it'd been him, he wouldn't even need to <em>walk</em> away, he thought with a touch of pride. Not that burning flames felt very pleasant. <br><br>He was a little surprised when the kid started talking again. What he said first made Cain smile and he was about to make a joke about his looks, but the kid went on. He lost the smile quick. <br><br>Cain set the glass aside and looked at Blake carefully. "So...out with it, runt. You gay? And you make it sound like you're here against your will." He paused, an uncomfortable thought worming into his head. "Why'd you really invite me here?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 22:46:06</strong>
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				Tyler rubbed his arm, and continued to stare into his beer. Shit, why'd he say that, why'd he say any of it? He was an idiot. Here was a friend that he could have made, and he had to sod it all up within the space of half an hour. He nodded, and took another swallow of beer. The movie droned on vapidly, unconcerned with what was transpiring between the two men. Tyler parted his lips, seeming to consider for a moment, before finally speaking. <br><br>"Yeah, 'm gay. Happens, y'know. And I uh . . . I invited you up here for a couple of reasons. I don't really have any friends, here. Never been good at making them. That, and uh . . . I'm into the 'big leagues', as you put it. I thought you were extremely handsome, when I first saw you." He raised his eyes up, to look at the man. "And while we're all being so wonderfully honest, you should probably know that I'm a mutie. So if you're thinking of kicking me ass, I'd ask that you reconsider."<br><br>He had decided to go on and lay it all out. He'd never had the chance to do so, before, and it felt liberating. He'd grown tired of this place, anyway. And there was no way he'd want to keep living here if it meant seeing Cain around, and feeling the hot flush of shame. No, if he was going to go this far, he might as well tell the man. He'd tell the police, and by then Blake would be long gone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 23:33:14</strong>
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				The kid was regretting telling him any of that, Cain could see. So...he'd been getting drunk on purpose? That was sorta messed up. He felt a little sorry for the runt. Even in the 21st century, folk out in these small towns could be tough on queers. No wonder the kid was friendless. Had to be tough. <br><br>Cain flushed deeply at what Blake said next though. <em>Damn</em>. He thought, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. He wasn't angry, but really, really embarrassed. Hearing a guy calling him 'extremely handsome'? Hell, no girl had ever called him handsome! <br><br>Blake wasn't finished though. Cain let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Don't piss me off, kid. I don't give a damn if you're gay or if you're a mutie. But don't threaten me. It pisses me off." He looked at Blake. Burnet just got interesting. <br><br>"So..." He stood up and walked over to the TV, shutting it down. He looked over at Blake. He'd actually been worried that Blake had recognized him as who he was. Apparently, it was that the runt thought him attractive. The thought was so ridiculous, Cain couldn't help but chuckle. <br><br>"I'm not gonna kick your ass, runt. Or try to. I've got nothing against homos. Hell, I've got a good friend who's one. He's a mutie too for that matter." He looked at Blake quizzically. "So you still got your powers, eh? What is your power, anyhow? Super-cleaning?" Cain chuckled again. He liked his little jokes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 23:55:31</strong>
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				"Wasn't threatening . . ." the kid said, finally, letting out the breath that he'd be holding for several seconds now. He finally looks up at the man, feeling suddenly very small in his presence. He tried to sink a little bit in his chair, finally setting down his beer. "All I can do is force-fields. Set up a protective barrier between me and those that try to smash my teeth in." He gives Cain a small, half-smile. "But I'm guessing with how hard you'd hit, it would probably do a lot of damage to the house. Plus, you'd just be wasting your effort. 's why I said I didn't want you to try."<br><br>He placed his hands in his lap. Why was the man standing? It made him uncomfortable. He felt so raw, right now, so exposed. "I meant what I said. Even when you were just rumors, I knew I wanted to meet you." He pursed his lips. "They said you had pretty eyes." He didn't stipulate who 'they' were. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 00:51:19</strong>
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				Cain smiled to himself. Force fields. He'd broken his share of those. There was nothing in this world that could stop him when he got moving. All the times he lost, it was because he lost his head in a fight or because the other guy was smarter than him. He highly doubted a kid's force field could stop him. No reason to be smug though. Didn't want the kid to think he wasn't impressed by force fields. <br><br>"Force fields, eh?" Cain asked. "Sounds nifty." He stood where he was. Kid looked so small from here, like he really was a kid. Cain felt some sympathy for Blake. It must've heard keeping all that closed up. One of those things is hard enough to deal with, but when you're gay and a mutant and holed up in a conservative town for whatever reason, it can't do your head much good. Must've hard opening up to Cain. He wished he was better at comforting people. He knew Charlie was good at that sort of stuff. He was mostly good at beating things to a pulp. <br><br>If he'd been sipping on beer, he would've choked hearing what Tyler said next. His face burning, Cain looked down at Blake. <br><br>"Damn, man! Don't pull my legs! Pretty eyes, me?!" He shook his head, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. "I mean, at least say something real, like I have sexy shoulders or somethin'." He grumbled. What was he gonna do if the kid kept coming on to him like this? He'd never been very good at flirting with girls. How'd you turn down a guy without hurting his feelings even more?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 00:58:30</strong>
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				"You have sexy everything," Tyler corrected him, burning red a bit himself, as he rose from the sofa, back straight, looking at the man. Cain probably should have turned him down faster. Because Tyler, ever observant, had noted the way that he'd turned red, at the compliment. He was starting to think that he might actually have a chance, and this wasn't helped at all by the fact that Cain let him get in close, enough to reach up, and place a hand against the man's cheek, carefully. The kid's hand was soft, and warm. It moved over his cheek, then up, to brush the man's hair aside, carefully, only just able to reach it. <br><br>The smaller man smiled, leaning back a bit, hand resting against the man's chest, feeling the incredibly power centered there, the heat. "They were right, of course. You do have pretty eyes, Cain." Then, he was backing off, moving to the sofa. Despite everything having hinted that he was going to try something, he seemed to be more than content to back off. To let Cain move forward, if he wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 05:46:45</strong>
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				Shit. Cain went rigid. He couldn't help it. Never before in his life had a guy come on to him like that. It was just too strange, too unexpected. That's why he froze up like that. At least, that's he told himself later on. Given what happened after, that was the least of the justifications. <br><br>Cain watched as the boy came closer. His first instinct was to swat the kid away, to flail out with his fists. But he knew better than that. It didn't matter what power the kid had. Any punch he threw would likely see the runt dead. But he wasn't sure if that's what was that stopped him from reacting. <br><br>His hand was soft and warm. He could almost imagine it was a woman's. Cain swallowed, nervous. Damn. What was happening? He didn't want this. He had to stop this. Instead, he closed his eyes. Tyler's fingers moved up his hair and flicked his hair. Cain inhaled deeply, a strange sensation. It shouldn't...but it felt good. Fuck, was he really getting turned on by the runt's touch? <br><br>Tyler presed his hand against Cain's chest. Cain's heart beat a little faster. He hadn't such proximity with another person in months. That was why he was reacting like this. Yeah. It was enough, though. No further. He wasn't gay. He felt nothing for men. <br><br>Tyler moved away. Cain opened his eyes and watched. There was a lump in his throat. Damn. What had he gotten himself into? He could still feel the boy's touch on his cheek, the heat of his palm on his chest. Cain felt a reciprocating heat in his loins. He'd been afraid that the boy was a try something even more intimate, but he'd backed off. Playing hard to get. Heh. He couldn't help but be a little amused. If this'd been a lady, Cain'd've been all over her by now. <br><br>He looked the kid in the eye. He wasn't sure yet. What was happening? A part of him was screaming at him to get out, another to rush the kid, let him feel the fists of the Juggernaut. But he could feel his hard-on. Damn. It'd been months since he had sex. Though the kid'd make the girls in Burnet sound like sluts, none'd come up to him and he couldn't very well knock on their doors and ask to sleep with 'em. Why not? Why not? <br><br>"Hell, runt. You might be getting what you want." Cain rumbled and took off his shirt. He took another deep breath. The air felt weird in his chest. <br><br>He moved forward and placed his hands on Tyler's shoulders. They unmistakably belonged to a man. A small man, yeah, but a man nevertheless. He looked down at Tyler. "Feel my abs, runt." He said. He'd need to ease into this. Still, he liked the look in Tyler's eyes. He wanted this. Cain had no reason to feel bad about taking advantage.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 05:58:33</strong>
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				Tyler blinked. The man's exposed chest . . . by all that was good, decent, and proper in the world, he'd never seen such an extraordinary specimen. Every inch of him rippled with power and masculinity, the kind of torso you might imagine belonged to a God. He could smell the sweat, the slightly pungent odor of masculinity radiating from him. Not unpleasant, quite the contrary. The scent of an alpha-male. He felt his mouth drip up, and his eyes widen slightly. <br><br>When Cain crossed the room, cutting the distance between them, he felt like his heart might stop. Those big, strong hands sinking into his shoulder. They were hot. The man's body, larger and with a faster metabolism than most men, seemed to produce twice the amount of body heat that it should. Not that he was complaining. He looked up at the man - pure, unadulterated adulation and desire. "It's not about what I want," he said, as his hands came up, to move over Cain's front. <br><br>This was not just the boy following orders. His hands stalled and revisited in such a way that almost resembled worship. Soft hands almost greedily feeling over every inch of Marko's skin, lost in desire for him. But the boy's mind was not so far gone, just yet.<br><br>"You know you can leave, if you want. I don't want you to do anything you'll regret." He looked up into Cain's beautiful blue eyes, feeling himself drawn into them, despite himself. "If you do this, I want you to be able to stay, afterwards."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 21:28:36</strong>
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				I want you to be able to stay, afterwards.<br><br>Could he do that? Did he really want this? Those soft hands sent ripples of pleasure through his body everytime they moved. He hadn't been touched like that in forever. He needed some intimacy, some human contact that would make him forget things he needed to and remember what he needed to. But...this was a guy. If he did this, it would be crossing a line, a line he'd never before imagined crossing. <br><br>The boy - Tyler -&nbsp; was looking into his eyes. There was a hunger in them; an almost helpless hunger, mixed with awe. Cain liked that. He really did. His own heart was beating hard, pumping blood into his loins. His body was reacting. He needed release. This was his chance. He regretted many things in his life. Many, many things. What was this compared to all that? Nothing. <br><br>He ruffled Tyler's hair with one hand, while the other reached down to grope his chest, his fingers pressing into the boy's flesh. <br><br>Yeah. He wanted this. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 22:34:38</strong>
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				The way that the man ruffled his hair sent small shivers down the boy's spine, that had nothing to do with sexual desire. It was the affection, the thing that the boy was so starved for. Unlike Cain, he had not known much in the way of physical intimacy. A quick, dirty tryst with a friend in college - mechanical, impersonal, and short. He'd latched onto it as best he could, trying to nurture it into something that resembled love, but there was nothing to it. He knew that he was in danger of repeating this, but right now he didn't care. He longed for the attention, the ruffling of his hair, the way that Cain was looking at him now with a gentle sort of amusement. <br><br>He arched his back, into the man's hand, as it pressed into his chest. He was soft, his flesh had give. One hand came down, to rest over the back of the man's meaty paw, while his other moved back up, stroking along the back of the man's neck and sinking into that short brown hair. He wanted to say that they should go to the bedroom, but found the words chocking up in his throat. He didn't want to break contact, not for anything in the world. He rested his forehead in the middle of Cain's chest, inhaling that scent directly, taking comfort in the feeling of the man around him. He would let Cain lead this tango. It felt more genuine, that way - like if he directed everything, then Cain really was just in it for a quick ride. He clung to the hope that, deep inside, there was a longing for him in the same way that he had a longing for Cain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 19:07:10</strong>
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				There was an eagerness in how the boy responded to his touch that appealed to Cain. He dug into the boy's chest, gently, feeling the rhythmic beat of his heart. The boy's hand came down on his, while he moved closer, almost embracing Cain, laying his head on his chest. Cain moved his other hand to complete the gesture, encircling the boy, pinning him to himself. The softness of the hand stroking his hair sent tingles down his spine. This was such an intimate position, almost...romantic. <br><br>With a woman, he would have known what he wanted to do now. With Tyler, there was still that hesitation, the uncertainty over protocol one might say. Cain was not rethinking his decision. That, a corner of his mind told him, would come after. For now, he needed to move this forward. <br><br>Slowly, he reached down Tyler's body and tugged on the t-shirt, careful not to look. His warm hands moved up along the boy's skin. So soft and cool. He seemed to shiver at Cain's touch. His hands moved up the boy's back, circling his body, avoiding the chest. His fingers traced the boy's spine and ran along his shoulders, coming up to press against his lips. With one hand, he began to work the t-shirt off of Tyler. The other snaked down towards his pajamas. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 20:57:18</strong>
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				Tyler was surprised with how gentle Cain managed to make his giant, meaty hands move - delicately taking the boy and manipulating, running warm and calloused over soft skin, up to those lips which pouted out every so slightly, like the might take one of those fingers in . . . the boy reached down, and with the hand that wasn't in Marko's hair, helped him guide the shirt up and over. Cain's hand hesitated, when it reached his pajama bottoms, like he wasn't sure what to do next. That was fine, with Tyler. He wanted to prolong this. <br><br>The boy's chest was everything that a man like Cain Marko could want - soft, almost girlish, but with a few tell-tale signs of masculinity that kept the illusion from being too entrapping. He was not well-muscled, didn't seem to have much of anything in that department, but he had very little fat either. He was lightly tanned, smooth, save for the soft dusting of hair in the middle of his chest. He leaned forward, to press their bodies together, feeling the heat exchanged as his bare flesh pressed into Cain's. He reached up, moving his hands back to move along Cain's neck, and the back of his head, and began to lightly pull down, leaning up. He was going to try and kiss the man. Slowly, of course, trying not to spook him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 22:09:04</strong>
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				Cain stopped short of slipping his hands under the pajamas. Not yet. A litle later. He didn't think he was quite ready yet. He needed to work himself up a little more before he could ignore, if need be, anything else he found...down there. <br><br>The boy pressed himself against Cain's body, his soft flesh moulding against his. The heat was palpable. Cain pressed Tyler against his chest with one hand, savouring the warmth, the closeness. He felt the boy's hands moving along his neck and then, to his surprise, pushing against his head. <br><br>Well. He looked down, meeting the boy's eyes. He ws a little surprised. Kissing was...intimate, he'd always felt. Some had a fetish for it, sure, but Cain had always thought it should mean that you really cared about the gal...or, guy. The kid really was desperate for some contact. <br><br>Those lips looked very kissable - soft, slightly pouty. You could imagine they were a girl's. Cain hadn't kissed a girl in a long time. He missed that. And he'd come to a decision, hadn't he? A kiss wasn't a bad thing, not at all. But still he couldn't bring himself to do it, though he didn't pull away either. <br><br>Cain closed his eyes. This one was up to Tyler. "Alright." He murmured slightly. For this once, the runt would have to lead. <br><br>(OOC: I honestly thought I'd already posted here and was wondering where you were when the thread wasn't coming up in the Show New Replies page. I only got it into my head to actually check the thread today. Sorry!&nbsp; :-[ )
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:13:11</strong>
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				With his eyes closed, Cain would be left in suspense for a few moments more, as that soft hand moved through his hair, along his chest, the boy taking his time in leaning up. Then, he would feel it. Warmth, a certain moisture pressing against his lips. The boy's lips were, indeed, quite soft, and full, sinking into his, not probing - simply touching. He held them there for a moment, before shifting them up, kissing him against, remarkably chaste, as he sunk into the man's body. Another kiss this one slightly to the side of Marko's mouth, against his cheek, before back to his lips. He was making it clear that he would wait for Marko to acquiesce, to open his mouth and either seek entrance, or allow it to Tyler. <br><br>Meanwhile, the hand that the boy had had against the man's chest had begun it's slow descent downward, over his abs, brushing his belly button and through the small line of hair that made up Cain's treasure trail. Down to the waistband of his jeans, which the boy played with idly, tugging them, testing them, moving a hand down onto a thigh, stroking first along the outside, then the inside, stopping just short of wear he thought Cain's groin would begin. He was mistaken, and the side of his hand brushed a fairly prominent bulge, before he could get it away. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 23:55:11</strong>
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				Softness. His lips were really very soft. The kiss was so tender, it shook Cain. It was almost a loving kiss, without lust behind it, seeking only closeness. Tyler seemed into melt in his body, warm and soft. Cain twitched. There was certainly no more physical incentive to hold back. He was turned on, no doubt about it. <br><br>The boy kissed him again and again, pecking at his lips and cheek like a chaste schoolgirl on her first adventure. His hands roamed, moving to Cain's legs. Cain twitched again when the boy touched him there. He was hard already. Well, if he didn't have the guts yet to venture downward, the boy definitely had nothing holding him back. <br><br>Cain moved his right hand to the boy's head, clutching his hair. He opened his mouth slightly&nbsp; and brushed Tyler's lips with tongue, tasting a sweetness. His other hand dropped to his jeans, catching the boy's roaming hand. He opened his eyes, looking down and spoke in a low voice. <br><br>"Take them off." He commanded, meaning his jeans. Let the runt do the work, he thought, before pressing his lips against Tyler's again and pushing at the boy's mouth with his tongue. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 00:19:49</strong>
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				Cain's tongue was broad, and moist, sinking into his mouth and almost filling it completely. He couldn't help but give a helpless, lustful whimper, as the man's beefy hand held him steady, that tongue exploring him, tasting him. It felt so . . . possessive. Cain was much larger than him, and every single touch seemed to engulf him in the man's warmth. He had no doubt that, if Cain wished it, he could do anything that he wanted to the boy. And the strangest part was, Tyler was fairly convinced that he'd let him. He parted his lips a little wider, opening up the kiss, feeling Cain's mouth locked over his, the taste of him flowing over his tongue. Cain tasted good. A rich, masculine taste. He wanted to push his own tongue into the man's mouth, but Cain was a very dominant kisser. He was completely in control of the situation, and Tyler could only submit and move with him.<br><br>As his hand was repositioned on the man's zipper, he felt a small surge run up through his spine. He knew that he desperately wanted to open up the man's jeans, to find what he had hidden there, to experience him. He wanted to feel Cain, to smell him, to taste him. But not here, in the cluttered living room. "B-bedroom," he says, out of breath, in the second or two that he didn't have Cain's tongue in his mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:29:29</strong>
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				Tyler's mouth tasted...sweet. Cain pressed forward, past the soft lips and the teeth, deeper into the softness. He instinctively closed his eyes, leading by sense alone, exploring this familiar yet new sensation. The boy's body seemed to melt into his hands. Cain almost enveloped the boy in his arms, his figure dwarfing Tyler's. His hands did not stay still, moving across Tyler's naked skin, running fingers up his spine and through his hair, touching his erect nipples and glossing over his pajamas. <br><br>Cain lost himself in the kiss. He forgot where he was, who he was with; his attention was focused entirely on the sensation, on the taste of Tyler's mouth, the boy's tongue struggling against his, the sheer excitement of the act overwhelming him. Had anyone else been there they would have said Cain was almost devouring Tyler's face and they wouldn't have been far off. <br><br>Cain didn't need to breathe. He often forgot even to pretend when in company. That had cause problems sometimes before when his partner had needed to break the kiss and he simply didn't realize it. It was a good thing that this time he did. "B-bedroom," Tyler let out and Cain smiled. <br><br>"Right, runt." He grunted. With one heave, he lifted Tyler and put him over one shoulder. "Just tell me which way to go," He said, starting to move towards the stairs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 22:22:33</strong>
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				For a brief instant, Tyler felt weightless. Cain moved him with the same ease that one would a paperback book, or a glass of water. He had never imagined that the man would be <em>that</em> strong, even with a build like his. He was starting to become more and convinced that the man was 'different', like he was. Not that he would have vocalized it now, and risk ruining the moment. When he was settled on the man's shoulder, he doubled in a bit, pressing his cheek into one of the man's shoulder blade's, slackening a bit. <br><br>"Up the stairs, first door on the left," he said, confident that Cain could figure it out. The stairs creaked beneath Cain's weight, but they were sturdy. Though, if he tried to put his weight on the railing, it would probably snap like a twig. The kid's bedroom was fairly spartan - a TV, a dresser, and an extra-large bed. That was good. It was just spacious enough to work for someone like Marko. What decorations were up were the normal assortment of geeky posters - Hellboy, Warcraft, the like. A few model cars, on a shelf. All thoroughly unremarkable.&nbsp; The bed had a thick cover on it, with grey sheets beneath. It looked comfortable, with several fluffy pillows at the head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 00:17:17</strong>
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				The bed was big. That suited Cain just fine. He dropped Tyler on to it and stepped back, cracking his knuckles. The tingly feeling had gone away somewhat; his head felt a little clearer. His mouth still tasted of the boy. A part of him was deeply embarrassed. What the hell was he doing? But he kept catching the boy's eyes and it felt...okay. <br><br>"Where were we again?" Cain mumbled, closing the door to the bedroom. They were both topless, Tyler in his pajams and Cain in his jeans. He walked forward and stood in front of Tyler, the bulge in his pants clearly visible, a faint smell of musk making it through even the thick fabric of the jeans. <br><br>"Go on, runt." Cain said quietly. "Do your thing." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 00:58:15</strong>
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				Tyler leaned back on the bed, nervously fidgeting with his pajama pants, wondering if he should remove them. It struck him that Cain had probably left them on for a reason - he wasn't quite comfortable with the boy's complete nudity, not yet. The cynic in the back of Tyler's mind questioned whether the man ever would, how far exactly this could possibly go, if Cain couldn't even look at his naked body. But when the man turned, shutting the door, and looking at him with those bright blue eyes - he felt some of his fears leave him. Not assuaged, but silenced. He gulped softly, as the man moved to stand before him, looking down upon him. <br><br><em>"Do your thing."</em><br><br>He didn't know if there was a verbal way to respond to that. 'Okay' or 'alright' would just feel so casual. He decided not to say anything. He felt his mouth begin to water, that scent hitting his nose, making him harden almost immediately, tenting out a bit at the front of his pajama bottoms. He leans forward, and cautiously places a hand on the lump in Cain's jeans. Struck again by his size, he took a moment simply to trace it's outline. Then, wordlessly, he began to pull apart the button on Cain's jeans, and then pull down the zipper. The smell hit him more fiercely, now, and though he tried, he was unable to stifle a moan of pleasure at the scent. <br><br>He ran a hand along the oddly soft surface of Cain's tummy, tracing the soft flesh, before snaking his way down, and slipping his hand into the front of Cain's jeans, to grope the man through his cotton briefs. It was so&nbsp; . . . hot. And thick. And heavy. He could feel it pulse against his hand, it's incredible weight pressing into his palm. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing only on the feel of it, before looking up, waiting for . . . something, from Cain. A sign of approval? Direction?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 08:22:51</strong>
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				Cain looked up, staring over the boy's head. He sighed softly when Tyler placed his hand on his bulge; it twitched in response to his touch. The boy's fingers worked quickly. Cain felt the pressure on his belly slacken as he opened up the front of Cain's jeans. <br><br>Cain swallowed hard at the sound of Tyler's moan. God, the kid was really into this. The fact that he was doing this with a guy was always at the back of his head. The excitement of the moment made him forget for a while - like when they were making out - but then he was reminded of it again by something or other. <br><br>He shivered as Tyler ran his hand across Cain's stomach, but he was getting a little impatient. He hadn't 'had any' in a long time and this whole thing was really about 'getting some'. He liked the kid, sure, but he wasn't going to turn gay just 'cause he needed some release. <br><br>As if Tyler had read his thoughts, the boy's hand dipped down into Cain's pants and groped Cain. Cain let out a grunt. He was already hard enough, but the touch of Tyler's soft hand, with only made him grow bigger. He waited for Tyler to go further, pull down the jeans and the underwear or just put his hands through, but the boy stayed there, as if savouring the feel of Cain. <br><br>Cain looked down and met Tyler's eyes. "I'm flattered, kid. But I'm not in the mood for teasing. Work it. Come on." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 21:23:40</strong>
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				Tyler felt that weight return to him, the weight that he'd thought had dissipated when Cain had agreed to his terms. That this wouldn't just be some sort of 'get and go.' That he'd stay, afterwards, that there was the possibility of something happening between them on more than a physical level. But something about Cain's demeanor seemed to suggest that that was, most likely, wishful thinking.&nbsp; Though it was ridiculous, Tyler felt some small measure of betrayal. Not that he'd actually stop, because of it. He certainly wouldn't do that - make himself into a tease, pathetic, all based on assumption. If this truly was just empty physicality, then the most he could hope for was to enjoy it now, and maybe just maybe Cain would change his mind. It hurt, but that was the state of it. <br><br>He hooked his fingers into the belt loops on the man's jeans, and began to tug them down around the man's hips, exposing those briefs, and that incredible bulge, most obviously. He stifled the desire to simply stare and take the sight in, instead reaching in through the briefs, taking Cain in hand directly, the warm, rubbery, slightly moist feel of him all that he would focus on, in that instant, taking him by the shaft and withdrawing it, letting it poke from between the briefs. <br><br>In almost a mechanical motion, he was on it, taking the fat head past his lips, onto his tongue. He longed to be able to savor this experience, one that might never happen again. But Cain wanted release, and who was he not to oblige? He slid down a little, his mouth stretching to near it's maximum, able to take Cain down maybe three-quarters of the way before having to pull back, take several deep breaths, and plunge down again, pushing it into the warm, wet feeling of his mouth, and throat. His tongue flicked over it, tasting it, the musky, salty taste exactly, <em>exactly</em> what he'd hoped it would be. Still. Some amount of fire was gone from him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 18:11:47</strong>
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				Cain could sense that his flippant tone had set something off. Or the opposite. Whatever it was, he thought he saw Tyler deflate a little. Damn. What had he said? What did the kid think he meant? This wasn't so different from doing it with a woman after all. You had to watch what you said as well as what you did. Heh. <br><br>But before he could think on it too much, the kid set to work. He pulled down Cain's jeans and immediately after sank his hand into his briefs and caught his dick in his hands. Cain let out a small gasp. Tyler's soft hands touching him so directly sent a thrill through him. He hardened completely and closed his eyes, letting the boy do what he wished. He wanted to focus on the sensations that he had missed so much, savour every moment of this. <br><br>He groaned when Tyler took him into his mouth, trying to deepthroat him. The warmth, the wetness, the thrill of being inside someone else - it was all so familiar, so intense. He had missed this more than he'd realized. His mind seemed to melt and drip down between his legs. His length felt like a lightning rod. <br><br>Cain leaned forward slightly and gently grasped Tyler's head with both hands. The boy was doing a fine job; there seemed to be no need to guide him. But Cain liked a handhold during a blowjob and he wanted to ride this one out as long as he could. He shivered as Tyler went down on him, his cock throbbing and pulsating inside the boy's throat. <br><br>"Damn!" He moaned. "You're great at this, kid!" <br><br>(Sorry!) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 18:47:01</strong>
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				Cain's cock was truly a magnificent spectrum, fat and long and with thick veins snaking down the top. It's head was fat, mushroom-shaped, completely proportionate with the rest of his member, leading down all the way to a base that was somehow a little bigger than the rest. It was a near-perfectly proportioned piece, cranked up to 10 on the size scale. It's taste was heavy, and noticeable - but not unpleasant. It was a salty, musky taste that was distinctly Cain, undeniably linked to the man's intense masculinity. He slid down a little further onto it, taking it completely into his mouth and throat, and felt the man's low-hanging, practically lemon-sized balls rub against his chin. It was an incredible feeling - he's never really attempted something like this. He had assumed that his gag reflex would kick in at some point, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it hadn't. The entirety of Cain was inside of him, pulsing, and he hadn't experienced any real discomfort. <br><br>Maybe he <em>was</em> good at this. <br><br>He looked up at Cain, stroking his hands along the man's thighs, moving them up to fondle the man's balls, lifting them, rolling them in his palms, worshiping them as best he could with his mouth . . . pre-occupied. Momentarily, he let his hand drift away from them, letting it slide into the man's briefs and run over his slightly sweaty taint, back to his butt, touching the man's muscular cheeks for the briefest of moments, before slipping back to the balls. He didn't want to scare Cain, so he wouldn't go near the man's asshole. He slid up a bit, letting his lips stroke along the length of the man's cock, before sliding back down, beginning to bob on the fat member, tongue stroking along the underside, seeking more of that taste. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 21:45:45</strong>
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				To Cain's amazement and intense pleasure, Tyler took him entirely into his mouth. Cain resisted the urge to clamp down hard on the kid's head. He might hurt the boy. But, by God, it felt good! He hadn't been deepthroated since...since...well, that time with Jennifer. He'd never thought a normal kid could take him all in. "Oh, God..." He moaned, leaning forward a little more. <br><br>He jumped a little when Tyler touched his balls and then began to...work on them. That was...new. He'd had chicks sucking on them before, but he didn't think anyone had ever paid that much attention to them before with their hands. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. He didn't dislike it. It felt a little odd to be truthful. Tyler's fingers rolled over his sack, touching and keanding his testicles. Cain flinched involuntarily. The boy couldn't harm him if he took a sledgehammer to those parts, but some instincts were hard to overcome. <br><br>Cain almost jumped when Tyler touched his buttocks, but it was more from suprise than any form of disgust. "Whoah, lad! You're a kinky one, aren't you?" He laughed, ruffling Tyler's hair as the boy returned attention to his balls, his mouth having remained on Cain's cock. Tyler was going down on it like a pro, bobbing up and down, running his tongue along the length. Cain slowly began to match the stride, moving gently as if he was fucking the boy's face. A thin trail of pre-cum began to run down from his meatus. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 21:52:35</strong>
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				There were few things that Cain could have asked him to do that he'd turn down, and about a hundred things that he'd love to ask Cain to do but wouldn't. So yes, he was a bit kinky. Still, he blushed, when Cain said it, enjoying the affectionate feeling of Cain rubbing his hair. Slowly, his hands drifted away from the man's balls, moving to settle on those big meaty thighs instead, bracing himself as he began to slide all the way up the man's shaft, tongue at the head, the slit, before sliding all the way back down. Cain's precum was sweet, and watery. He found himself wanting more. As he bobbed up and down the entire length of the man's shaft, he eventually paused - stopping right at the tip.<br><br>With a look up at Cain, he began to focus his tongue on his piss-slit, slurping away the precum that was there, digging at it, desiring more. His hand came up to began to pump him idly, practically milking the stuff from him. He did this for almost a minute, focusing his attention on the sensitive nerves at the very tip, drinking down the pre-seed hungrily, before finally giving in, and beginning to bob once more, groaning softly at the feeling of Cain stretching his throat, rubbing it with the fat head of his cock. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 23:01:39</strong>
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				Cain closed his eyes again, the better to focus on the sensations of Tyler moving up and down his cock. The kid didn't seem to have a gag reflex. Cain was big. Pretty big. To deepthroat him was no mean feat. He breathed in and out, in tandem with Tyler's head bobbing up and down on him, accentuating the movement by thrusting back and forth just slightly. <br><br>He didn't react at first when Tyler released him. The boy needed to breathe after all. But his eyes flew open when Tyler began to slurp away at his slit, focusing on the tender nerves there, drinking in as the pre-cum flowed. Cain moaned again, his body shuddering with pleasure. <br><br>Eventually Tyler went back to gagging on him, but Cain did not stop leaking. In fact, he was almost at his edge. Not having sex for a long time did kinda shorten one's capacity to hold out. He grasped Tyler's hair hard, feeling himself come closer to the climax. It was a good feeling, one he realized he'd missed. He really wanted to have this orgasm. <br><br>"Kid." He asked softly. "You swallow?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 21:15:13</strong>
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				Tyler did not need to answer. He simply moaned softly, continuing to bob up and down on Cain's fat cock intensely, intent on one thing and one thing only - he wanted the man to cum, wanted to feel big bursts of it flowing forth onto his tongue, filling his mouth as he had no doubt it would. He would swallow, that wasn't even a question. If Cain wanted him to wear his cum, he would have done so, but his real desire was to have the man inside of his stomach, his seed stewing there. <br><br>He'd lost the inhibition, at this point, running purely on instinct. Cain's powerful hands gripping his hair, steadying him, spurring him forward were all the incentive that he'd needed. It was all he could do to simply place two hands on either of the man's thighs, and slide up and down, as fast as he could manage - Cain's cock fucking into his tight throat, past his wet, tightly wrapped lips, over slick warm tongue. So close, so close . . . he desired only the feeling of release. To know that he'd done what he was meant for. To know that he'd brought Cain pleasure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 23:00:42</strong>
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				Cain did not want to hold on any longer. He was at the edge of sweet release and delaying it was something he'd never liked. Another man might have to worry about virility and 'getting it up again' after. He didn't. <br><br>He came. His seed spewed forth in great spurts, coating the inside of Tyler's mouth, filling his throat. Cain groand like an immense beast, that wonderful feeling of fulfilment rising in him. His cock deflated, but not entirely, remaining in a semi-erect state. For a full ten seconds, he orgasmed, ejaculating into Tyler. <br><br>At the end he pulled out, spent, content. He dropped down onto the bed. "That...was good." He sighed, sounding uncharacteristically soft. He remembered, from...before, feeling a slight exhaustion settle onto him at the end of such a session. No more. Cain was always ready. <br><br>He reached out and patted Tyler's head, then wrapped his fist around the boy's arm, wanting to pull him closer. "Thanks, kid." He said, gruffly, feeling more than a little embarrassed, but also satiated and strangely happy. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 00:01:12</strong>
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				Cain was . . .sweet. A warm, rich, thick taste. It filled the boy's mouth, soaking over his tongue and his teeth and his lips, pouring down his throat. He swallowed it gratefully, like there was something sacred in it's very essence. It made his heart beat faster, and forced a quiet groan of contentment from his mouth. Salty, just a bit, and just a bit bitter as well. It occured to him, in the back of his mind, that if this was all he had to eat for the rest of his life . . . well, maybe that would be just fine. He swallowed, again and again, until the man was finally finished, his cock deflating just so. He pulled off it, licking the tip clean dutifully, before pausing, not sure of what next to do. <br><br>Then, he felt Cain pulling him up, into that warm powerful body. He pressed his face into the man's chest. He thought, idly, about his desire to kiss the man, but knew that would probably be a poor decision. Instead, he simply nuzzled closer to him, the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together was . . . well, appealing, to say the least. He felt Cain's massive manhood press into his own, smaller one. He blushed, softly. Cain was blushing too.<br><br>"I-it was . . . my pleasure," he said, totally honestly. "I-I mean. I would . . ." But he buried his face again, before he could say anything that made him look like a fool.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 08:10:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cain felt warm. Tyler's face was pressed against his chest, cool and soft. It was a moment of contentment and peace. He hadn't that for some time now. For too long. It felt so good to simply lie there, spent, close to the person he'd just had sex with. <br><br>He could feel Tyler's genitals pressed against his. It was an alien feeling to be sure, but not something that raised his hackles. At the moment. He simply wanted to bask in the afterglow, for now. The night wasn't over, he knew. Hell, he wasn't finished yet. But he didn't know how far he was ready to go. <br><br>Talking had never been his strong suite. Didn't seem as if it was Tyler's either. That was fine by Cain, as long as the silence didn't turn awkward. He ran his hand across Tyler's back, stroking the boy's shoulders and spine. Yes. He could stay like this a lot longer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 18:22:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Safety. Tyler had never before felt such an intense feeling of safety, or security, as he did in that moment, being held in Cain's arms, still tasting him heavily on his tongue. The moment was everything he could have hoped it would be. But he knew that he'd have to talk sometime. Have to ask Cain the question that was nagging at the back of his head. Slowly, he leaned up, and kissed the man softly at the crook of his neck. "You're still here," he said, lightly, happily.<br><br>"You know . . . you don't have to go. Or, or maybe you do, and I can follow." He paused, not sure how to phrase exactly what he wanted to phrase. "Neither of us has to be lonely anymore, y'know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 19:21:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cain had to smile at that. Love 'em and leave 'em. He'd done his share of that. Not always, though. Some of them had been when he'd been a different man, when he didn't really care. Others, it's been mutual. Right now...he didn't see any reason to leave. <br><br>The kid was a little needy, wasn't he? Still, that word caught Cain's attention. Lonely. Yeah, he was lonely. Damned lonely. He'd been hoping for companionship and maybe friendship when he'd come in here, though it'd turned out to be a different beast entirely. What did he want now? A relationship? He didn't think he was up for that. When was the last time he'd had a <em>girlfriend</em> as opposed to one-night stands or fuck buddies?<br>&nbsp;<br>What did the kid mean, anyhow? Was he talking about the here and now? Cain didn't intend to leave at night. Or was he talking about the larger picture? If so...he wasn't sure what to say. Burnet wouldn't remain a safe haven forever. Sooner or later, Cain would have to move on. What would he do then? <br><br>He stroked Tyler's hair absent-mindedly. "I'm not going anywhere right now, kid. Don't worry 'bout that." He said. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 19:31:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler was satisfied with that. More than satisfied, truth be told. He knew that he'd put Cain on the spot, knew that he was being needy and unpleasant. He could help it. He was just as lonely as Cain, but without the hardening, the general 'tough guy' ability to simply ignore his feelings and keep on moving. He smiled, and kissed the man again, this time on his chin. "Good enough," he said softly, reaching up to gently stroke the man's hair, some more. Then, he felt it. The man's member prodding him in the stomach, hardening once more. <br><br>"Heh, you got some stamina in you, huh?" He grinned, hands coming up to run along the length of Cain's powerful, muscular chest, down his stomach. "Why don't you lie down, and let me take care of you, eh? There's a lot that I'd like to . . . explore." <br><br>With that, he wrapped his hand carefully, but firmly around the man's crank, beginning to stroke it with agonizing slowness. This was not the main event, however. The main event was his other hands, guiding the man's arms up, and over his head. He pressed his face to Cain's chest and inhaled, the man still sweating from the previous sex, the heat in the bedroom (which, admittedly, was mostly his fault.) His tongue came out, and moved over that flesh, tasting him, slowly moving to the side, hitting a nipple but ignoring it for now, and eventually burying his face in the man's sweaty armpit, groaning softly, tongue snaking out to lick away some of the man's sweat, his hand still stroking him off with incredible patience and slowness. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 21:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You got no idea, kid." Cain mumbled as he glanced down at his erection. Once he got going...nothing could stop him. Not even himself, he thought, smiling. He was, in fact, feeling ready to go at it again. <br><br>He did not move and let Tyler do as he would. It was always strange, this part. Cain could not sleep; he never orgasmed so hard so that he drifted off right afterwards. Not anymore. Tyler could do anything, make him climax time and time again and Cain would be ready to go at it again with just a moment's rest. It got freaky for the other person after a while. <br><br>He sighed as Tyler's hand wrapped around his member and began to move up and down, slowly, teasingly. He let Tyler move his arms up and above his head, curious as to what was going to follow. The boy buried his face against Cain's chest and then began to lap at it. <br><br>Cain breathed deeply. Ah. Not bad. Tyler moved across his chest, passing over a nipple, making Cain cringe in anticipation. He did not at all expect the boy to end up at his armpit. The touch of Tyler's soft, wet tongue against the sensitive, soaked skin made Cain twitch and he let out a startled gasp. <br><br>"Yeah, you really are kinky." He managed. He wasn't sure if he liked it, but for now, he'd let Tyler do what he wanted. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hey, You, Supervillian. [Tsume and Wraith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 21:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler simply grinned, enjoying the man's smell, one hand on his meat and the other stroking down the man's arms, affectionately, feeling those bulging muscles beneath his fingers. He lapped and sniffed at the man's pit for a moment, before pulling out, drifting down to the nipple that he'd felt make the man twitch earlier. He carefully wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it a second, before letting his teeth graze over the sensitive nub, gently taking it between his front teeth and squeezing, gnawing lightly, before moving off it - leaving it wet with saliva, exposed to the warm air of the room. <br><br>He moved across, passing over another nipple, and repeated the whole process again, taking in more of Cain's smell, burying his face in it, before drifting back down to his nipple, paying it the same attention as the other. Slowly, surely, his head drifted back to the center of the chest, tongue snaking out to move over it, worshipfully.<br><br>"I've never seen someone with a body like yours, so powerful, so . . ." The hand stroking the man got a little tight, "proportional. You're astounding." He kissed down the center of his chest, down to the man's tummy, his tongue snaking into the man's belly button.
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