Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.
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				Title: <strong>Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 05:09:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Ya-huh. Mmm… ya. Ya, I got it. I get it, I get it. Busy day…” The eldest son of the Davenport family shoved his fists into pockets and shrugged at his father. “So busy ya’re gonna send me out to do th’ grunt work. I get it…”<br><br>From behind his highly polished hand crafted desk, Stephen Davenport sighed and shook his head. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing. You’re in the way most of the time, and you act like you want to lead the boys. Steal them from me, as you always threaten. If you want to lead them, you have to know what they need to do from time to time.”<br><br>Miraj, who by this time was fiddling with a small glass ball he had just located on his father’s desk, shrugged. “Jus like you do, sittin’ behind a desk all day? Y’know, waiting for the last possible second of the day so you can just booze it up, curl up with a nice whore, and pretend the day went well.”<br><br>Tapping his fingers against a binder he had on his desk, Stephen let his lips curl back in a smile that was more of a sneer. “You lost your accent for a second there, boy. Can’t get the men to trust you unless they think you’re one of the same slobbering idiots they are, can you?”<br><br>“What the fuck is someone supposed to do with a glass ball?”<br><br>“Do you really think they’re listening to you, or just following directions from me?”<br><br>“Why the fuck would you buy a glass ball?”<br><br>“I hold their paychecks after all, and you… well, what do you have to offer them?”<br><br>Miraj’s grip tightened on the glass ball for only a second or two until he chucked it, as hard as he could, against the wall behind the desk. But not even the noise of it shattering or the dent it left in the wall was enough to calm the man.<br><br>“Argh! So fucking useless!”<br><br>“Maybe… But some things are just fun to watch.” Stephen glanced idly behind him at the mess—he’d simply have to have someone clean that up later. These little outbursts where a common occurrence.<br><br>The man paced back and fourth a little, shaking his head and muttering to himself before finally letting out a huffing sigh. “Go fuck yourself.”<br><br>He paused. “Where do you want me to go?”<br><br><br>-+-+-+-<br><br>Watch over someone? That was his job? That was this big, horrible, scary grunt work that was just so damn hard on his precious men? It was a waste of time, a by-product of paranoia brought on by power given to a fool of a man.<br><br>An accountant. What a waste of time.<br><br>The red-head, sighing, kept his eyes low as he walked. He was too angry right now. He’d hate to be the next person who so much as… as anything.<br><br>He had passed up the door by the time he looked up, and, groaning to himself, retraced his steps with a healthy glare directed at the door.<br><br>The man didn’t bother to knock as his hand curled around the door knob, nor did he bother to shut the door behind him as he stepped in. “Ya’re the accountant. Elias. I’m here to make sure ya don’t fuck up.”<br><br>Miraj let out another huff of a noise and pulled up one of the thinly padded black seats that lay in the corner before staring up at the other. Pfft. He didn’t belong here. He’d seen children better suited to this life.<br><br>“So you. What attracts you to this wonderful little waste?” He eyed the beginning-to-get-water stained wallpaper, the fake wood desk, and the accountant sitting behind it. “The money? Ya won’t find much in this job. Pop’s notourious for thinkin’ his accountants are stealin’ shit. And all that comes out of your paycheck. Fuck, you’d have to know nothin’ to agree to take this job.”<br><br>The green eyed man stretched himself out for a second and let out a yawn. “Well, I’m already bored. Hurry up an’ act like ya’re actually workin’ so I can pretend like I’m watchin’...” </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 16:10:05</strong>
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				Elias had been left a mess. He had been left a mess of numbers on paper with no real indication as to what was what, and how the accountants had gotten to their numbers. Most didn't add up even remotely, if at all, and Elias was certain that someone had indeed been smuggling money away from the Davenport. He supposed that that was why he had been given this job so suddenly...being young, he was somewhat more trust-worthy than a hardened criminal. It wasn't likely that Elias would bite the hand that fed him. <br><br>What he wasn't expecting, though, was to be interrupted by a red-head who hardly looked like he wanted to be here. Elias looked up from the stacks and stacks of paper that were bending and starting to collapse onto the front of his desk, making a faintly tower-like shape with his hands to hold them up, trying to smooth them back into neat stacks so he could figure out where to start his accounting. <br><br>Elias was rather small...hardly suited to a life of crime, or that was what his teachers had told him while he went to school. <br><br>They had had high hopes for him.<br><br>No one who grows up in the slums of Lenore actually gets out of Lenore, though, and those had been idle dreams of teachers at crumbling schools. <br><br>Standing at a whopping five foot four or somewhere abouts, he wasn't exactly about to take on most of the men he was working with. Hours spent inside had leant his skin an extremely white hue, startling with his dark, dark hair. His mother had been partially Asian, father apparently a handsome white man with large blue eyes and a dashing head of golden hair. Given that his mother (bless her) had been a prostitute, Elias hardly knew. <br><br>He had inherited an interesting mix of looks. Inky black hair that fell down his shoulders, pulled back into a neat, perfectly-smooth ponytail. His eyes, ever so slightly almond-shaped, were a startling green-gold, extremely pale under his black lashes. He had a faint dusting a silvery freckles over the bridge of his nose and sloping cheekbones, full red lips pressed into a hard line as he tried to figure out the numbers and ignore the person who had suddenly come into his office.<br><br>He had dressed neatly - a white button-down with a soft green sweater over it, tight black jeans that were dark enough to nearly pass for slacks. His long fingers spun a pen, slowly, eyes not breaking from his work until he had finished a few more pages of it and cleared his calculator. <br><br>"Yes?" He asked, sounding impatient, "You don't have to watch me. Just let me get this done. The last accountant left it in shambles..." Unlike Miraj, his voice was utterly accentless. Not cultured, but devoid of any hint of which slum he had grown up in. Trained, quiet, his voice was somewhat raspy, as though he were unaccustomed to using it and it needed to be oiled. <br><br>"Anyways, any paycheck I get here is more than I'll get at the other jobs you can get around here. Sadly, I'm <em>less</em> likely to get killed here..." He muttered, wishing that gangs didn't rule <em>everything</em> in Lenore. <br><br>He didn't realize that Miraj was Stephen Davenport's son, completely unaware that it was his effective boss sitting in front of him. Elias rested his chin on a small hand, peering curiously at him, rather as a bird does at a cat, or snake. He was handsome...he had always liked red hair. It was so distinctive. And Miraj looked weathered enough, used to this life. He seemed...rough. <br><br>Unlike Elias, who was smooth as glass, but nowhere near as brittle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 03:03:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Miraj only shrugged in response. “Ya, I know. Used’ta watch him too, sometime. Pops was paranoid ‘bout him, too… but that doesn’t mean I get to get away without watchin’ ya.”<br><br>Well now, the voice of the man before him matched his appearance, which was odd, out of place, and obnoxiously perfect in places. He must’ve been Clandestine spawn. Nothing like a prostitute who refuses to get abortions… Just like his mother. The Clandestine made no sense some time. It was bad business, after all.<br><br>Running a hand through his hair, Miraj felt a little annoyed and a little uncomfortable under the other’s gaze. People never stared so openly at him when he was in a bad mood, usually, but… maybe this man here just didn’t know. He must have been new to the whole business. Maybe he was even from out of town.<br><br>“Sa freckles, you ain’t from around here, ya?”<br><br>If the man had, by any odd chance, known what the other was thinking, he would have laughed. Or maybe stormed off. Or maybe just punched the man. Weathered, huh? How was anyone in this city not weathered?<br><br>Even if Miraj had always been more of a leader among his men, there was no honest way to hide the scars and bruises from scraps at the edge of boarders… or from inside the Davenports. Nor was there a way to hide the slightly sinewy and compact muscle that hid just beneath his sleeves, something that the man was honestly embarrassed about.<br><br>The Davenports were a bunch of muscle heads, after all, and he was one of the smallest—at least as far as muscle went. But his height made up for that—or at least he was taller then this little runt in front of him, even if it was by only half a foot.<br><br>“Look, pops said I have ta watch ya, but I don’t much like bein’ watched myself.” The line was almost a little forced, laced with a bit of force and a hint of self-satisfied superiority. “Ya should get back ta work.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 03:42:32</strong>
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				He kept his chin rested on his hand, looking rather malcontent, obviously unhappy with the fact that he had been interrupted in the work that he had been doing. He knew that Miraj was probably dangerous, and that he shouldn't stare, but as he saw it...Miraj had come in and sat down without even knocking, and at the very least he should except to be stared at for a little bit because of it. <br><br>"I'm from close enough." He had grown up in Clandestine territory, though he wasn't about to say it. He was with the Davenports now, and this was where he lived. He had to stay loyal to it, or else he would end up in a bodybag or in a river. Or, perhaps if he got lucky, he would end up in a hole.<br><br>Needless to say, he wasn't going to open up about having grown up a Clandestine hopeful, only to turn to the Davenports because the pay and protection was better. <br><br>Elias shuffled a handful of papers, like cards, letting them flicker in a blur through his fingers. <br><br>His eyes grazed the scars as though counting them, one faint black eyebrow raised in a rather perplexed, almost sarcastic, expression. Miraj was strong; stronger than he was. Which was why Elias kept a switchblade that felt comfortable in his hand near his belt-loop, at all times. <br><br>He was small, but could fight, having grown up scrapping with the other boys at his school. <br><br>Elias smirked when told that Miraj didn't like being watched, leaning back in his chair momentarily, biting his bottom lip as he thought. He laughed, softly, when told to get back to work. "Well, if I have to work, you can help. Please put these-" He shoved a heavy, thick stack of papers into a heavy box sitting next to the desk, "In the closet, there." He pointed at the tiny closet that was stuffed with papers. <br><br>Giving one last look to Miraj, he turned back to his papers, obviously expecting Miraj to either help out or get out. He tapped his pen on the paper a few times before letting it bump his bottom lip, licking the edge of the pen as he tried to tackle the newest shipment. <br><br>He already had the numbers to prove that money was being shaved off the top, with each shipment. Given even the lowest street price for drugs, and accounting for the wages that he had been told should be paid, he could tell one of the men was shaving off money. Most likely the head of the project. He was ready to go see Stephen Davenport about it, but wanted to get a few more sheets to back up what he had found. For his first day, he had already drawn up more than most accountants did in weeks. <br><br>"Hmm..." Elias purred to himself, thinking, chewing the edge of the pen in obvious distraction, "Oh, and please put these by the door." Another heavy stack of papers, in neat handwriting that was elegant enough to show years of practice had gone into it, hit the bottom of a box that Elias scooted out to the side of his small desk. He obviously struggled to push it, the box extremely heavy. These he would take to Stephen, to show him what had happened, and how much money he was missing. That was his job, afterall. <br><br>Curious, pale eyes watched Miraj, eyes that were still clearly innocent, marked by faint grey shadows under the eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 04:00:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Close enough, ya, right. I get it.” Miraj, who by this time was a little more then bemused at the look the other gave him, grinning widely at the new accountant. Close enough his ass, the other didn’t talk the same, didn’t act the same…<br><br>Not like it would have amount to very much even if the other was from around here. He was still scrawny, still short and probably a little too bookish. But someone had to watch the books, and if the runts took to it, well, all the better to not let a capable man waste behind a desk.<br><br>He was still smiling when the other suggested he work too—but it felt almost like an order. Do the accountant’s work for him? What an obnoxious idea. The whole he-has-his-job concept fell a little short, and when Miraj’s smile faded, he glanced off and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back and pulling at the back idly.<br><br>“Now, why is it that ya’re thinkin’ I’ll do ya job? Or even help? S’not my job to do that, right?” He shook his head and bit his tongue, hiding a grin that once again began forming on his lips.<br><br>“Oi, the new accountant can’t get by without an assistant. Ya, sure. I’ll bite.” He snatched up the papers perhaps a bit too energetically before quickly shoving them away where he was told, and he was soon onto the next task. Sure, he could play chore boy. But later…</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 04:13:15</strong>
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				"Apparently, your job is to sit in that chair and watch me all day. I figured that you could use something to do." He murmured, clear enough to hear but not loud enough to come off as confrontational. Miraj looked nice with his hair back, Elias decided, still flicking the pen between his fingers in what Miraj would eventually be able to recognize as a nervous habit. He laughed softly without looking up, though, when told that he couldn't do his job without an assistant. The boxes were heavy, though, and he did certainly appreciate it. <br><br>"So," He murmured, using a pen to underline a few final points to show to Stephen Davenport, gathering them in his hands. "Miraj. I assume you're Miraj Davenport?" He asked, setting the papers on top of the boxes that the other man had moved, flickering through them and beginning to rearrange them. <br><br>He looked at the things on his desk, then back at the papers, sitting on the ground next to the box.<br><br>His movements were tender, like a newborn colt...legs so long that he was a bit awkward about them, slender fingers tapping, tapping, nervously touching the papers in front of him as he looked at them. He hadn't eaten all morning and he was starving, though too anxious to ask Miraj where or when he could get some food. He had forgotten to bring his lunch. <br><br>It had dawned on him that Stephen's son was sitting in front of him, and he offered a somewhat more friendly smile, though still not revealing his teeth. He gathered his hair, tying it back a bit more neatly, now completely immaculate. He had one ear pierced, only a very simple silver stud keeping it open. "Are you going to be watching me every day, or just for this afternoon?" His stomach, though, chased the question with a loud grumble. <br><br>His cheeks turned ever so slightly pink, highlighting the faint freckles there. "Sorry. I haven't eaten today, yet." He adjusted the papers, figuring that he may as well bring them to Stephen as soon as possible, to get the old accountant's uneven balances cleared up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 04:35:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Pretend to watch, anyway. More likely I’ll fall asleep. Ya ain’t the most interestin’ person to watch.” He was almost done with his second chore—that box was surprisingly heavy, and the man couldn’t help but question what was in them—had he really gotten that much work done?<br><br>“Miraj. I assume you’re Miraj Davenport?” Miraj dropped the box down with a chuckle that left a smile on his face. The bastard had the nerve to treat him like an errand boy… even though he knew who he was.<br><br>Small, maybe, but certainly not lacking any balls.<br><br>“Ya, I am,” he replied slowly, still having to hold back a snicker from his voice— “So maybe ya’re from close enough. An I thought ya didn’t know.” Finally, though, the man was able to let his grin drop into a simple smile, and he trotted over to the seat he’d been in earlier and sat with a dull thud.<br><br>“An,” he continued, stretching out his legs and arms in a yawn—apparently choosing to ignore the grumble for the moment— “I’ll be watchin’ ya until pops says otherwise. Old man’s a bit paranoid.” He mused, for a second, about letting the other simply go hungry for a little while.<br><br>But he had broken Miraj’s bad mood, after all.<br><br>“Aww, jus’ shove it and les go get somethin’, uh…” he tapped his knuckles against his knees for a second before pushing himself up again—“Elias…? Ya, Elias. Not good with names.” Miraj found himself muttering under his breath for a few moments, shaking his head. “Anyway…” The man cleared his throat for a second, “I’m a little hungry too.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 05:00:51</strong>
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				Elias smiled, ever so slightly, when Miraj realized that Elias was fully aware of who he was ordering around. "No. I'm not from too far. Grew up in a border area." He said softly, looking over the papers and then organizing them so that they would be easier for Stephen Davenport to grasp, quickly and efficiently. Elias tapped his fingers on the box before finally standing up and looking at the other man sitting in the chair before him. <br><br>"I'm alright with you watching," He said with a shrug, "As long as I can use your muscle to move my boxes." He gave a good-natured smile that showed absolutely perfect white teeth. His mother had insisted he get braces, hoping that one day he would fall into her line of work and snag a rich client.<br><br>Instead, upon her death, Elias had decided to study math. <br><br>Now he was working as the Davenport accountant and much happier for it. <br><br>"I'd like to eat," He finally acquiesced, though seemed somewhat nervous about actually leaving his little office. He had a habit of getting there extremely early and wouldn't go to the room he had been provided until extremely late, mostly so that he could avoid others. "And, yes." Speech crisp, proper. "It's Elias, though you may call me Eli." As though it were some sort of honor, but the faint smile was lightly teasing and showed that he wasn't too serious. He looked up at Miraj, "What's good to eat, here?" He would follow Miraj to food and show Stephen the numbers afterwards. <br><br>Standing in front of the other man, Elias was notably smaller, and quite slender, "Are all of the Davenports quite so...tall?" He would have said intimidating, but he figured that wasn't exactly the way to make a new friend. He himself was smaller than any of the other man that he had seen, as of yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 05:24:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“And you still chose to come to this shithole,” Miraj muttered quietly, and, realizing he’d dropped his accent, cleared his throat. “Well, whatever… ya’re already here, and that’s pretty much the end of any life on the outside of these boundaries.”<br><br>The man watched as the other man stood, and—“I’m alright with you watching as long as I can use your muscle to move my boxes.” Now that, that caused a little bit of laughter to escape his mouth that he couldn’t stifle.<br><br>“Ya really think ya have a choice in who does or doesn’t watch? Ya’re lucky ya got me, at least I won’t hassle ya…” Miraj huffed, shaking his head—though, he was completely unable to hide his grin as he did so. “Or maybe I should. Ya, we can try that.”<br><br>Miraj, mid-stride and just about to turn, was caught in place as the other smiled. Too damn pretty to be a Davenport, too damn perfect.<br><br>“Ya know, the money thing… why didn’t ya just hit up the Clandestines? The money ya’d get paid would probably be a lot better. Ya’d be to damn high on the list to make any less then…” Letting his voice trail off, Miraj shrugged. The Clandestine always had a strict set of guidelines, and being pretty and unique and fucking perfect paid a pretty penny. Hell, they’d even probably treat him better, too.<br><br>“Then again, ya don’t look like ya’re cut out to be a whore.” He cleared his throat, and this, apparently, was his attempt at an apology, a vague ‘you-don’t-look-like-a-whore’ sort-of comment. It left the man feeling awkward, and he quickly turned and strode towards the door.<br><br>“Lots. We have a kitchen thing, but it ain’t have anything particularly nice. Ya know, just quick stuff. If ya’re really hungry for somethin’ a little nicer then mass-produced, though, there’s this store that sells burgers and fries down the road. It’s good…” He shrugged, unsure of what the other particularly wanted—“An’ lots of other places, too. What do ya want?”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 05:41:48</strong>
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				Elias wouldn't ask about the accent. Just as he stuck to his own, he was certain that Miraj had legitimate reasons for using the thick accent he did, mostly to blend in with his men. He couldn't help but smile a bit wider as the other man laughed - it was a nice sound, and seemed fairly genuine. "Ooh. You're going to hassle me, now? I don't think that's quite fair. Pick on someone your own size," he teased quietly, trailing after Miraj and not leaving too much space between them, despite his attitude rather obviously nervous about this new job. <br><br>He frowned when asked why he hadn't asked the Clandestines, unable not to flush slightly when told that he would be high up on the list, only to have it cut off by being told he didn't look like he looked like he was cut out to be a whore. He wasn't sure whether to be flattered or angry. <br><br>He settled for somewhat embarrassed. <br><br>"I would have done that if I could do it without sex." He admitted, honestly, "But...it's so boring. I wanted to actually do actual work. Most importantly, I don't want to sell my body. I only have sex with people when I want to do it." He said with a one-shouldered shrug, offering another faint smile. <br><br>He hadn't yet actually met Stephen Davenport face-to-face...the hiring had been done over the phone, and he had been shown in by a secretary who he presumed to be a fling of the oldest Davenport leader. He wondered if Stephen looked anything like his son...his extremely attractive son. <br><br>He followed Miraj, shrugging, "Burgers sound fantastic." He was glad that he had brought the sweater - cold outside, it would probably start snowing within a few days. He ignored the stares and teasing whistles that came from a few men as they walked through one of the busier areas, keeping his eyes trained straight ahead as though he were deaf to their comments. No indication of anger, or upset registered on his pale face, merely following Miraj a half-step closer until they hit the outdoors. <br><br>He took in a deep breath, looking around them and then up at the sky, "I hope it clears up by my birthday," He said quietly, looking at the white, white sky. "Lead the way." He gestured that he would follow behind Miraj. He finally asked, "...What, exactly, do you do? For your job? Do you normally watch after the accountant, or what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 06:05:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Ya, I think I’m gonna hassle you now. I can do that, ya know. But as for pickin’ on someone my size, well, I jus don’t see anyone like that around. Ya’re gonna have to do.” Grinning, Miraj turned half-way, patted the other on the head as if to make a point, and turned back around.<br><br>When the other started to respond to the Clandestine, thing, however, Miraj was left to shrug—“Uh, well, that depends on what ya call sex. They have some people for, ya know, lighter things. Stuff that ain’t really sex, but don’t get paid as much. Guess that means it’d be kinda pointless…”<br><br>Slipping past the door and down the hall, out the large glass doors that made this place feel a little too much like a respectable business, the Davenport sighed softly and shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder what the Clandestine talk about. There ain’t no way in hell they’d give up a swanky job for this.” He paused, for a second or two, and hid the grin that had just sprouted on his face in his hand.<br><br>“Spoken like a true virgin. For fucks sake, it’s sex, not the end of the world. Anyway, Eli…” he finally glanced over at the other, a smile still lingering on his face—“I don’t really gave one. Pops says do this, an I do it. Most of the time I don’t do much of anythin’…”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 06:17:08</strong>
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				Eli's face darkened when his head was patted, glaring up at him, but the glare only served to make him even more adorable because he had a bad habit of pouting as he did so. <br><br>A faint touch of pink carried on his cheeks every time that sex came up, shaking his head when told that he could have done lighter things, trailing after Miraj out o the glass doors. He wished he could point out that he could have been a Clandestine but it was too degrading, only to let out an indignant laugh.<br><br>"Virgin! I'm not a virgin." He playfully punched Miraj's arm, but his hand was small, and the hit wasn't hard, "I've had sex before." <br><br>He had had a few lovers with whom he had experimented, learned how to move his body, at least to a certain extent. <br><br>"You're lucky not to have a real job. I'd kill for a position like that." He walked towards the burger restaurant and let Miraj go first, looking for what he wanted to order. He walked to the small counter and ordered a bacon cheeseburger with fries, leaning against the counter and waiting for it. When it came, he chose them a table next to a window - he liked looking at people - and immediately began cutting up the burger with his knife and fork. Even the French fries were carefully dipped in ketchup while dangling off the tines of his fork. <br><br>His manners were impeccable, soda-sipping slow, looking up at Miraj. He knew the check would be brought once Miraj had sat down and had his food. "What do you do in your free time, here?" He had grown up around Clandestines, and he wondered what the Davenport son did for fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 06:41:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“No, not a virgin at all. Only actin’ like sex is a bad thin’, like it isn’t fun or anythin’. No, it’s some horrible, degrading, blada…” Miraj seemed to loose interest mid-sentence, trailing off and staring off into nothing.<br><br>“Now,” he said, ignoring the others comment about his position, “Imagine… oh, hold on a sec.” The Davenport half leaned over the counter and waited for the other to order, ordering only a large thing of Cajun-style fries.<br><br>When the food came, Miraj was happy to snatch up the fries and wander over to the table. He didn’t sit, however, and merely placed his food down on the table before walking behind the other. “As I was saying…”<br><br>“Imagine it. Pressing yourself against a hot, sweaty body who’s heart is beatin’ so fast and hard ya can hear it, the same body that’s shakin’ with anticipation of ya’re next move, ‘cause you know just where to place your fingers and just where to let your tongue flick by. ‘Cause you know, just curling up into someone’s neck and biting while you two thrust, while you to writhe and moan and gasp for air, imagine their hands clawing at your back, leaving little red sreaks that sting, imagine that final shudder, that final thrust, right before you both come and are left panting, exhausted, sweaty and pressed against each other and too damn warm while you try to catch your breath.”<br><br>Miraj, whom apparently hadn’t noticed the slip of accent, grinned—“And getting paid for it.”<br><br>He reached over the other, smiling to himself at the thought—hell, if the other wouldn’t do it, he would—and nabbed one of his French fries, plopping it in his mouth and chewing it up for little more of a reason then to keep himself distracted.<br><br>“Then again, ya don’t seem like the type who’d take charge. Hell, ya’d probably even be afraid to strip in front of someone.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 13:28:56</strong>
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				Elias couldn't help but smile faintly, popping a fry into his mouth. He didn't look up when Miraj stood behind him, instead eating another small bite of hamburger meat, chewing thoughtfully and then settling back against the booth while Miraj towered over him. <br><br>What he hadn't expected, though, were those words.<br><br>His cheeks went pink, eyes shutting to try and tell himself that no, this was ridiculous. Instead the backs of his eyelids became a scene of passion, two bodies writhing and thrusting and grabbing at each other with desperate moans because they needed more, always more, having to touch each other. <br><br>Worst of all, the one he saw doing it ws Miraj. He saw Miraj thrusting and claiming him, those green eyes shut as he slammed into his own body, hands tangling in his own long, dark hair to yank it back and bite up and down the neck just because he couldn't hold back with so much passion washing over him. <br><br>His eyes fluttered open as Miraj's hand suddenly reached over and down, taking his French fry and popping it into his mouth. He would have objected, but couldn't speak, cheeks a brilliant pink. He crossed one leg over the other to hide a risen problem, leaning forwards and resting his elbows on the table, biting his lip. <br><br>He laughed slightly, faintly, when told that he would probably be afraid to strip in front of someone. No, not the case, except...except, God, the thought of someone slamming him down into a bed and just dominating him drove him crazy, especially when he thought of that person being Miraj. <br><br>He took another too-large bite of cheeseburger, chewing slowly to distract himself, willing his cheeks not to be so bright. He swallowed hard, "Sit down." He said, "I can't eat with you hovering behind my back." He kept thinking about it, though, and he was young enough that it was very obvious what with his faintly glazed eyes and the way his chewing would slow as he thought of it being Miraj's hands raking at his back and yanking him down close against his strong body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 02:20:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Miraj, who was still grinning quite happily to himself, shrugged when the other told him to sit down. “Like it’s that hard ta focus? Maybe if ya didn’t cut ya’re food up like that, then ya wouldn’t have a problem.”<br><br>Once more flashing a grin—which were becoming slightly more mischievous by the minute—the Davenport lifted a hand and rested it on the other’s shoulder. He leaned over the other, and let out a small laugh. “Eli, ya need to learn how to relax.” He paused, for a moment, once more smiling contentedly to himself. “Ya’re gonna to need to, if ya’re gonna settle into Davenport. The men will eat ya alive if ya don’t.”<br><br>He lifted his hand from the other’s shoulder and brought it up, letting it settle in and curl around the other’s hair. Miraj paused for only a moment or two before giving it a tug (perhaps a little more roughly then he had intended,) and shook his head. “Case in point,” he said softly, grinning before pulling his hand back and using it to snatch up another fry. He wandered around from the other’s back, figuring it was about time he gave the man a little space.<br><br>He shifted over to his own seat and plopped down, shrugging for a second before flashing the other another, slightly apologetic, smile. “Sorry. It’s just fun to mess with ya.”<br><br><br>{Erg. I think my brain fizzled on that one. I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense, I just woke up from a long sleep and I haven't slept in a while.}</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 02:48:02</strong>
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				Eli frowned when told that he wouldn't have a problem focusing if he didn't cut up his food as he did. Instead, he began to cut his food up into even more compulsively smaller pieces, taking slow bites and chewing compulsively, obviously trying to ignore Miraj standing directly behidn him. <br><br>His frown deepened when told that he would need to relax more, "They'll leave me alone," He muttered, but he hardly seemed confident in that statement. He smiled slightly as the hand rested on his shoulder, taking another bite, dipping it a few times in the ketchup, then popping it into his mouth. <br><br>He frowned, though, when Miraj's hair came to rest in his hair. It fell out of the hair-tie, easily, tumbling around Miraj's hand. It was easily down to his shoulder-blades, curled around the other man's fingers, head tilting bak when it was tugged. The frown on his face was hard, obviously displeased, taking another bite and chewing a bit more aggressively than he needed to. <br><br>He opened his mouth to tell Miraj to go away, leave him alone, but instead Miraj flashed that faint smile. Eli's face warmed visibly, a tiny smile curving over his lips. "I'm not fun to mess with," He mumbled, "Just for that, you're rearranging all of the boxes in that closet. Every last one." <br><br>He laughed quietly, tucking some hair behind his ear. It had slid out of the ponytail, sliding to hide part of his face, dark and glossy, hinting at his mother's heritage. "Do you live in the same building that we work in, or do you live somewhere else?" He had been given his own small, very modest room, quite a few floors above his office. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 03:14:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Oh, of course they’ll leave ya alone,” Miraj replied, “no one with any common sense would go to a place as boin’ as ya’re office…” He tapped his fingers on the table for a few seconds and shook his head. “Eli… how often have ya even talked to the men?”<br><br>The Davenport shrugged and finally returned to his own french fries, eating them a few at a time. He seemed satisfied with the other’s reaction, and at this point just seemed to want to relax a little. “Just for that, you’re rearranging all of the boxes in that closet. Every last one.” The man groaned and shook his head.<br><br>“Yes sir. Not a problem, boss.” Miraj was unsure at that point what to do but smile—he could do that, sure. It would keep him busy. Assistant for a day. What fun.<br><br>“Most of the men do, Eli. Ya, I live on the fourth floor. It’s not much, but I like it. Nice an’ small. I don’t spend much time there, so there isn’t much more then a bed and ‘frige.” He paused for a second and shrugged. “I too lazy to always walk downstairs for food.”<br><br>It really was a small, undescript room. There was a bed, large and made of down, a white refrigerator shoved in the corner, a single dresser and some stray bits of clothing. A few things here and there marked the presence of his childhood; a paintball gun and some movies, a model racecar, an old pocket knife. The only thing that stuck out about the room where the walls, which had a collection of scribbles on them from when he was a child, photographs of various things, and a few pen scratch marks. Miraj always had issues with keeping his hands still, and the walls of his room, well, they took the brunt of the blow.<br><br>“It’s not that bad. It’s home, y’know?”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 03:33:40</strong>
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				Eli laughed softly and finished off his burger, turning to his fries, picking them up with his fingers and then putting them back down, deciding which ones he actually wanted to eat. "I haven't talked to the men, yet. But I'm fairly new at the job," He murmured, "Anyways, I get into the office before most wake up, and I don't go to bed until they're asleep. I don't need much sleep," He said softly, though the faint grey shadows under his eyes showed that he certainly could use more than he got. <br><br>"Good," He said with a sharp nod, when called boss. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, eating a few more fries and then resting his chin on a small white hand. <br><br>"I'm on the sixth floor," He smiled, "The rooms are nice." He wished his bed was a bit bigger, as he only had a double, not quite enough to actually bring someone back to. <br><br>His voice was still careful, cultured...there was a faint accent that hinted that perhaps he had been raised speaking another language when he wasn't concentrating, but otherwise his speech was crisp and proper. His own room was empty of any photos, just some clothes stuffed into drawers and a neatly-made bed. "It's my home now, as well, I suppose." He murmured. <br><br>When Miraj was looking at him, he let a small hand flash out, grabbing a few of the cajun fries and popping them into his mouth. "Mmm," He laughed. "So. Miraj..." He wanted to get to know more about the other man. "Are you dating someone now? What do you do in your spare time?" <br><br>His smile was quite friendly, looking up at Miraj because even sitting, he was shorter than Miraj. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 03:58:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Miraj only huffed at the notion with a muttered comment about how there wasn’t a point in not getting enough sleep and working so hard. It wasn’t like it would get him anywhere, or that Stephen would even notice… Even moreso if Miraj was supposed to be watching him.<br><br>“The sixth?” Miraj mused—“Pops obviously doesn’t care much for his accountants.” He smiled and shook his head. “The sixth floor’s rooms are the smallest. The basic muscle usually stays there.”<br><br>He smiled again when he noted the hint of accent—it seemed like he wasn’t the only one forcing a different one. How… unexpected. <br><br>“Oh, hmm? Oh, uh, not really.” He wasn’t really paying attention when the question was asked, and he smiled a little bashfully—“Sorry. I was just thinking. Anyway…” Miraj had apparently given up his accent this time—there didn’t seem a point it with Eli—“I don’t really do much. Drift, a little, I guess. Do some work for Pops, hang out with the guys. I don’t really have anything in particular…”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 04:12:15</strong>
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				Eli pushed a few fries around, "It's fine," He said with a soft smile, "I only really go in my room to sleep, anyways. It's the shared bathrooms that I'm not crazy about. One of the reasons I get up so early...I don't like having to share my space when I'm getting ready in the morning." <br><br>He looked down at his arms, "Obviously, I'm part of the muscle as well. Can't you tell? I have a dual purpose." He laughed softly, obviously joking, his pale eyes lighting up. He enjoyed hearing Miraj not use the acccent - it was nice to know that the other man felt somewhat comfortable around him. <br><br>He was surprised, though, very surprised to hear that he wasn't dating anybody.<br><br>"Sounds like you do a lot with your spare time," He said, gently nudging Miraj's calf with his foot, playful rather than sexual. <br><br>"We should get back," He lamented, "I need to speak to your father about his accounts. And I need you to help me carry those boxes to your father...I can't even lift them." He smiled. "Oh..." He murmured, "Do you mind if I smoke? I haven't had a cigarette today..." He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighter from his pocket in hand, but waiting to light it until he was told he could. He placed the cigarette between his lips, not lighting it until he was given permission. His lips parted, full, clasping the cigarette easily between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 14:05:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">"Just to sleep? No eating, or watching TV, or reading? I mean, 'cause bookish types like you and all..." Miraj shoved down a few more fries and shrugged. "Sex, even? I mean, what is it that you do during the day? Just work?"<br><br>The man seemed to struggle with the idea for a bit. What a dull life. Sure, Stephen probably had loads of work for the man to do, but on days off or at night or something...<br><br>Miraj grinned at the comment, glad for the distraction from the thought. "Well, maybe if you stopped by after work, we could find something to do." He hid the grin that had crossed his face behind the hand, and almost snorted at the thoughts that came to mind-- but damned if Eli wasn't pretty enough to be one of the Clandestine prostitutes. Damned if Miraj wasn't interested. Damned if he wasn't a little disappointed, too.<br><br>"Hey, anyway," Miraj muttered, sobering up a good deal, "I'll carry the boxes, but I want you to really take the day off and go talk to some of the guys or something. You can't live there being a recluse, they'll probably get more annoyed by that then anything..." The Davenport shrugged and jammed a hand into his pocket, pulling out a lighter of his own before shoving it away again when he realized the other already had one.<br><br>"You don't have to ask..." His voice trailed off, and his gaze wandered down to the table, looking almost as if he was examining the remainder of the fries. "I'm not Pops. You don't have to ask me if you want to do anything, I don't really care," he muttered, nodding to himself, "I mean, there are some things that I wish you would do, but not like..." Miraj's voice dropped out into incoherent ramblings, and it just might have been possible for the other to tell that he was caught on an idea or two. Miraj just kind-of hopped he didn't know exactly what that idea was.<br><br>Or maybe, maybe he did.<br><br>Miraj really wasn't sure.<br><br>[Eraaaagh. I hope this is okay, the rust probably isn't going to shake off until a good few more posts from now.]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 03:37:11</strong>
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				Eli smiled wryly, "I read in my room, yes. I haven't met anyone to take back to my rooms yet, though." His eyes were unreadable, the pale color gleaming in the sunlight blazing through the sheet glass windows of the little diner. "I'll stop by when we're done with work, though. It would be good to find something to do around here other than work." He couldn't help but let the smile on his lips become a bit broader, showing a flash of even white teeth that had probaby had braces at one point but were now picture perfect.<br><br>The Clandestine had a good handle on health-care as far as cosmetic procedures like orthodenture went, and most Clandestine spawn got braces once they started to get older. <br><br>"Mmm...no," Eli said when told he should take the day off to talk to the guys, "Most of them seem to be smart enough to hold a conversation with a rock, and that's about it. Plus, they've hardly been friendly." The Clandestine jokes had been made, liberally, each time the men saw him walking to or from his room or office. <br><br>He lit the cigarette slowly. "You, though...I'll take the day off to spend some time with you."<br><br>His voice was soft, and that raspiness had been lowered to a natural smokiness, almost seductive but the look on his face was more curious than sexual. He let out a slow breath of smoke, the cigarette dangling from his slim fingertips.<br><br>"Go on," Eli said patiently, smiling now. The smile was broad again, that cool intelligence glimmering behind his pale eyes, "Tell me what you'd like me to do. I'm interested to hear it," he murmured, but it was playful, his smile broad now, letting out a slow breath of smoke that coiled in front of him.<br><br>[Same here. I think it'll take a post or two two get back into the swing of things.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 09:22:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Reading,” Miraj muttered, “joy.” The Davenport choked out a smile that quickly changed through a few stages of confusion and wistfulness, and even perhaps a little annoyed. “Well, yeah. I’ll… I dunno… I could… we could always could…”<br><br>The man made some vague motions with his hands that seemed to come out entirely wrong and curled his hands into fists before shoving them into his pockets. “There’s stuff to do around here, it’s just usually hanging with the guys, drinking…” Miraj shrugged. “Sex. The guys aren’t too shy about hiring Clandestine. And warm company in bed and a good fuck… well… it’s better then working, that’s for sure…”<br><br>The Davenport made a bit of a sour face before another smile crossed his lips. “Yeah, a lot of the guys aren’t the brightest guys, but hell, they’ll warm up if you talk to them. I could show you around, or… well… we’ll find something to do.” He hid another grin, and fought down bubbling thoughts of pinning the other against his wall or pushing him against the bed when they got to the room.<br>The eldest Davenport boy didn’t hesitate for a second when the other urged him.<br>“Well, I’d like to fuck you. I’d like to press you against the wall as soon as we walk into my room and lock the door behind me.” He shrugged. “But that’s what I want to do, not what I want you to do. Hell if I know what I want you to do. You’re so damn—different … then the guys, you know. Can’t approach you or expect the same from you.”<br><br>“Hell,” he continued on, “I can’t even do it. You being who you are and all. A Davenport, and not really one of the horny ones, at that.” He found himself shrugging, almost struggling to explain himself now—“I guess that came off wrong. I mean, when you grow up around the guys, you either hire a whore or fuck each other, and… well, I guess it sounds messed up. It’s pretty common talk for most of the guys, though, and I guess I keep—I guess I kind-of get stuck in the whole one-of-the-guys thing. Hell, I’d fuck you, but you’re not one of the guys so I can’t…”<br><br>He bit his bottom lip and shrugged. “But then again, I’m kind-of supposed to bring you in closer with the Davenports, and all, and…” The man rubbed the back of his head. “…Still want to head to my room? I think that my idea isn’t really… bad… but we can always find something else.”<br><br>[Uh. Fail. Yeah. Definitely fail. That's a... horrible approach. XD']</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 13:50:17</strong>
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				Elias listened with a small smile touching the edges of his lips, ocasionally twitching up into a broader one before he managed to stop himself, swallowing that smile back once again. He waited for the other man to finish speaking, though, and when he did a bright blush spread over his cheeks and brought out those silvery freckles. His eyes shut, briefly, and then he managed to bite back the friendly laugh that almost&nbsp; - almost - bubbled over the edges of his lips.<br><br>He took a few moments to respond, letting Miraj wonder what he would finally say, smiling to himself as he took a slow drag on his cigarette and let out the cloud of smoke. "Yes," he murmured quielty, "I'll come to your room."<br><br>He laughed, then, to himself as he tapped a column of ash into the tray.<br><br>He put out what was left of his cigarette and then tilted his head towards Miraj, "For now, I'll say hello to some of the men, but I doubt I'll fit in. They know I'm different." He stood up, stretching, smoothing down the soft green sweater that had been carefully laundered. He stretched his long legs out and then gave Miraj a slightly shyer smile, but one that was undeniably more sexual than before, indicating his clear interest as his eyes grazed Miraj's body. "I still need to speak with your father at some point about the mistakes his past accountant made. Should we do that before or after I come to visit your bedroom?"<br><br>He adjusted himself, smoothing his shirt out, once again utterly impeccable in appearance. He looked so very much like a Clandestine despite the high-collared, conservative clothing, especially with his exotic face and polite but vaguely sexual mannerisms. He wondered if, when the other men called for their Clandestine whores, he'd see his childhood friends among them. He probably would. <br><br>Eli looked at Miraj again, smiling a bit, then back out towards the street. "Let's go to your room first. I'm eager to be pinned up against the wall." He was unable to stop the soft laughter, which was an immensely pleasing sound, though rare. Eli didn't laugh too often, though he certainly did so more when he was around Miraj.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 16:33:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Miraj hadn’t been looking at the other too closely at this point, and was entirely more focused on fiddling with what was in his pocket. He pulled out his lighter, holding it underneath the table and flicking it on and off a few times before risking a look back up at the other.<br><br>And he found himself a good bit surprised, but certainly pleased, and he couldn’t hold back a small grin at the other’s laugh.<br><br>Upon the next words that came out of the other’s mouth, the Davenport shook his head. “A few of them come from different places, but… yeah, you’re not going to be like a lot of the guys. But they won’t dislike you, I think. And even if they do… I suppose… they won’t say too much on it. They usually… don’t really say anything that would… cause an argument with me.”<br><br>The man cleared his throat. “Pops is a bastard if there ever was one, and since I’m set to inherit the business… I mean, a lot of the guys try to stay on my good side.” He shrugged. “You’re kind-of a guest.” The man furrowed his brow for a second and once more ran a hand through his hair to brush it back.<br><br>He seemed a little side-tracked, but he caught the other’s gaze at the question and his voice caught in his throat for a second. “Let’s go to your room first. I’m eager to be pinned up against the wall.”<br><br>The Davenport let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The guys were fun and all, and a whore here or there was always welcome, but… damned if the other wasn’t attractive enough to make Miraj want to jump him right now. He found himself shifting in his seat a little, trying to settle down as the thoughts crept back.<br><br>“I think I can manage that.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 04:45:07</strong>
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				"Good," Elias said softly when told that Miraj could manage that, standing up and then heading out the front door onto the street with a wave of his pale hand for the other man to follow him. The sunlight brought out how pale Elias really was, hitting his almost translucent skin, making him blink and take a moment to let his eyes adjust. He looked back towards Miraj and then started heading towards the Davenport building.<br><br>"It's a right up here, right?" He was still getting used to the neighborhood and wasn't entirely comfortable with the directions yet. He still had to get to know which streets led where.<br><br>For now, though, he had Miraj to show him around.<br><br>He was looking forwards to being pushed around by the stronger man. He turned and looked back over his shoulder, offering a faint smile. It was a move that he had picked up from his mother, so very Clandestine.<br><br>The light caught the curve of his cheek, showing his long lashes, the brilliant pale green of his eyes, the soft swoop of his lips as they lifted into a smile at Miraj. He didn't seem aware of doing it, and it seemed to be a motion more ingrained into him than anything else. <br><br>Finally they were at the the large glass doors that made the Davenport business look legitimate, and he looked up at Miraj - at his rather diminutive height, he had to look up at everyone - pushing on the door. "Which floor is your room on?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:26:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Good.” Miraj nodded absently, and stood with the other—but didn’t follow him to the front door until the other motioned for him to, and then he did so without a second’s hesitation. The other had become a little more tempting, what with thoughts of all the… naughty things he’d do to the other playing in the back of his mind. He didn’t even mutter any sarcastic comments about the other being ‘boss.’<br><br>“Yeah, it’s that way. It’s funny how you don’t know your way around yet—you should probably get on that. We’re not really close to the borders or anything, but if you wander into Albel territory… or Clandestine—well, you’ll probably be fine with the later of the two—maybe even the first, if they both think you’re Clandestine—but… If they know you’re a Davenport… well, we’ve been scrapping lately, and it could be… bad. And with Pops pushing on the others, well…”<br><br>Miraj frowned. “Mike got shot last time too much happened at the borders, and that’s—well, you’re squishy. I don’t think you could get away with a week or two at a hospital and some bed rest.” The man hadn’t realized he’d been rambling on for some time, and when he noticed the other’s look, he let out a quiet, wistful sigh.<br><br>“My room,” the redhead responded finally, “is on fourth, remember? But… I know a few rooms closer…” He shrugged when he realized how eager he sounded. He nudged the other’s shoulder and slipped past the other, motioning for him to follow. “But my room is pretty much sound-proof.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:51:10</strong>
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				Elias smiled faintly as he listened to the other man, "Yes, I know about the fights going on along the borders. Clandestine are the only ones who can cross borders freely, really. I just pretend to be one when I think I might possiby get in trouble." He laughed, though, soft and raspy, when told that he was squishy and that he couldn't get away with just some time in the hospital and a bit of bed rest. <br><br>His smile widened when told that the other man knew of rooms that were closer - so, he really did want him. Elias was good at hiding his own desire but it burned like a slowly smoldering fire in the pit of his stomach, deep, heavy. <br><br>His cheeks were just barely pink.<br><br>He didn't look at any of the man as he followed Miraj - they were already murmuring about Miraj getting to the accountant - he kept his eyes firmly trained on Miraj's back as he followed him up to his room.<br><br>That familiar excitement that came with sex was building in his stomach, pulse picking up, eyes grazing over Miraj's frame appreciatively as he realized the man certainly did have the power to be rough with him, to toss him around and use him as he liked to be used.<br><br>Elias liked...well, the rougher side of sex. A little blood lost only added to the pleasure. <br><br>Coming to the Davenports, he mused, could easily turn out to be the best decision he had ever made.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 06:50:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Well, yea, no one’s gonna turn away a whore…” Being back at the Davenport’s base drew Miraj’s fake accent out, and he shot the other a faintly apologetic look. He liked talking to the other without it, but… appearances. “Tha’s good, but there’s risks with that, too, y’know. Ya look like one of the higher ones, an—” He snorted softly—“The Clandestine are cuttin’ off tha nicer ones.”<br><br>He shrugged. “With the Albel men bein’ lonely an’ all…”&nbsp; He shrugged and made, as he was prone to doing, a vague gesture with his hands. “Can’t say I’d blame ‘em for what they’d do to ya, an damned if they wouldn’t do it.”<br><br>The man cleared his throat, then, and shook his head at the men. With a few grumbles of complaint (and one comment about Miraj being so possessive over the new guy,) the men scattered, resuming whatever they had been doing before hand. Miraj slowed his step down to fall in line with the other as he did so—“Hey, listen,” he muttered quietly, “they’re gonna be eyein’ ya a lot. Ya can’t really… I mean, ya kinda can’t let ‘em get too cocky. Ya’ll be treated like one of the Clandestine. I mean, yah, if ya wanna be treated that way, it’s cool—the Clandestine aren’t treated badly around here—but… ya won’t be one of the guys, then.”<br><br>Miraj shifted to his left and pushed open the door to the stairwell. “C’mon, Eli.” His words where hushed this time, quiet and a little anxious. He didn’t really want to deal with the guys right now, and he kind-of just wanted to forsake his room entirely and push the other up against <em>this</em> wall.<br><br>Miraj’s green eyes glanced over the other as he mused over the thought. Elias was by no means built like most of the men, and far nicer then most of the whores he had hired. He felt foreign, unfamiliar. He was so proper, and every movement he made brought thoughts to his head. The freckles, his skin, his hair!—he had pulled the other’s hair earlier, and he hadn’t seemed&nbsp; to vehemently against the action. Maybe he could be a little rougher with the other.<br><br>He wanted to find out.<br><br>When the door swung shut behind the two, Miraj didn’t waste any time. He pushed the other against the wall pinning him with his body rather then his hands. He had other ideas for his hands.<br><br>Since they were without a task, (and Miraj had never cared much for letting his hands idle,)&nbsp; he let one snake around the other’s waist, tugging at the hem of the other’s sweater before scratching up the lower part of the other’s back, and the other one he entwined in the accountant’s hair.<br><br>“It’s closer then my room,” he muttered, answering the other’s unasked question before lowering his mouth to the other’s neck—“and I didn’t want to wait.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 07:00:29</strong>
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				Ah, yes. He knew intimately about how the Clandestine were cutting off the nicer ones. His own experiences with the Clandestine had shaped much about the way he thought about the world. He would never speak about it openly, though, only using his training as a Clanestine to get what he needed or to get away safely. He snorted faintly when told that he wouldn't be one of the guys if he allowed the guys to get too cocky.<br><br>No, he wanted to tell Miraj, I won't be one of the guys no mater what I do because I don't fit in wherever I go.<br><br>He said nothing, though, trailing into the stairwell, watching Miraj with those curiously pale eyes. The stairwell? Ah, but now he was pinned against the wall and he could feel Miraj's muscles through his shirt.<br><br>God.<br><br>His head tilted back to reveal more of his neck, letting out a soft sound, something like an 'ah' of pleasure as his lips parted and Miraj's lips found his neck. The hand in his hair made him press a bit closer, so now their bodies had no space between them.<br><br>He wound one arm over Miraj's shoulders, skin warm under the expensive and carefully laundered shirt, the sweater that Miraj was rumpling up to reveal more of his back and stomach. <br><br>His other hand pressed flat against the wall, taking in a soft breath of pleasure when those lips grazed along his neck, told him that he didn't want to wait to find a bedroom. That was fine with Elias. The wall was pleasantly rough against his back, which now Miraj could see more of.<br><br>As his shirt lifted, it revealed very fine, very pale skin. His whole frame was slim and his skin was so very soft under the hand that explored up over the faint dip of his spine. <br><br>"Don't be gentle with me," Elias said softly, leaning forwards so his soft pink lips brushed the shell of the other man's ear before his tongue traced it, gently, until his teeth grasped the earlobe and tugged gently before pulling away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 07:37:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Miraj wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting—to be pushed away, maybe, given a playful slap on the wrist and told to wait—but he liked this reaction far, far better. When the noise escaped the other, Miraj tightened his grip on the other’s hair and let out a similar noise—though his own was rather more of an approval of the other’s reaction.<br><br>He lingered at the curve in the other’s neck, not kissing, not really letting his lips touch against the other’s skin. Beautiful, he mused, perfect. He’d have to make sure the other didn’t walk away without any marks. Maybe something simple, a hicky, like marking the moment. Maybe something a little rougher, a bite, like marking his property.<br><br>He licked his lips at the idea. Miraj always had been horribly possessive. He began to kiss the other’s neck slowly. Teasingly—though probably more teasing to Miraj then to Elias.<br><br>“Don’t be gentle.” That was about to set him off—but the other’s lips on his ear—the tongue and teeth, dear lord—That was what pushed him off the edge. His kissing turned to something a little more like a nibble, turned a little more violent, a little more urgent. He wanted to bite, wanted to bite hard enough to draw blood.<br><br>But that could wait. Right now, he wanted to… explore. To test the waters, he supposed.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 07:57:37</strong>
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				The tightening on his hair forced his head back a few more inches, revealing more of that slender neck, his throat bobbing visibly in a momentary swallow, before he let out a quiet breath when he felt those lips touching along the side of his neck in a slow line of kisses. <br><br>He smiled faintly. It felt nice to have Miraj's lips trailing over his skin. He tilted his head a bit - as far as the fingers in his hair would allow - letting out a pleased sound that was almost akin to a purr.<br><br>His hair was almost impossibly silky around Miraj's fingers, so very dark, like ink spilling over the more tanned skin.<br><br>His fingers pressed against the rough cement wall, the other hand tightening in the back of Miraj's shirt, a surprised gasp escaping his lips when he felt teeth touching the pale skin of his neck and nibbling there, becoming increasingly more urgent.<br><br>He moved his long legs a bit, shifting one between Miraj's, using the position to gently rub his thigh between Miraj's legs, gently sliding it back and forth ever so slowly, teasing him mercilessly. <br><br>Eli's pale eyes drifted shut, eyelashes brushing his cheekbones, wondering if someone would find them. Part of him hoped not, and the other part wondered if he was an exhibitionist for even having the thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 08:18:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Another quiet noise escaped Miraj’s at the other’s, another very, very pleased sigh that was hardly audible, even in the quiet that the stairwell granted.&nbsp; He pulled his hands back, pulled his mouth back— and let out a small chuckle. “And I thought you where shy,” he muttered.<br><br>He once more began to play with the hem of the other’s shirt, making sure to hardly brush against the seemingly flawless skin underneath. He pulled back just enough to eye the other’s stomach—and smiled to himself. “Shy, my ass,” he muttered, abandoning the other’s neck.<br><br>He lowered himself to his knees, eyeing the other’s stomach with a sort of curiosity. “You never really got into any bad fights as a kid, did you?” He kissed at the other’s stomach, reaching up to pull at the other’s pants only just enough to reveal the other’s hip bones. He nipped at them, letting his hands once more wander around to the other’s back and scratch down this time—“I wonder if it will stay this way. The lack of scars, I mean. I like you like this.”<br><br>[Hurum. I don't remember how you feel about the whole exhibitionist thing... P: ]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 08:24:48</strong>
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				Elias couldnt help but laugh, softly, when told that the other man thought he was shy. He supposed that sex brought out a side of him that was otherwise rarely seen. Elias watched as the other man pulled back, letting the arm draped over his shoulders come down by his side, tapping against the wall like the other pale hand splayed over it. <br><br>He watched, breath hitched, as the other man began to play with his stomach and then slowly lowered himself down to his knees. He had to swallow, once more, shaking his head.<br><br>"I never really fought, when I was little. I didn't really play with the other kids." <br><br>No, Elias had stayed instead and read to himself, or practiced piano. God, he had loved piano so very much, and had been sad to have to leave his piano behind when he came to live with the Davenports. <br><br>A soft moan barely leaked past Elias's lips when his pants were wiggled down a bit and Miraj's teeth niped at his hipbones, "Well," he murmured, voice careful, "I suppose that unless you give me any scars, I'll stay like this." Elias found himself unable not to smile, then, as he said it. <br><br>He bit his bottom lip, wetting it slightly, white teeth cutting into the pink. <br><br>He watched Miraj, wanting so much, content to let Miraj be the one to give it to him. <br><br>[I like exhibitionism. :)]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 08:42:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">A laugh? That was… surprising. Maybe he really wasn’t the shyest, but—well, a first impression on the first day, the saying goes.&nbsp; “A loner, huh?” Miraj shrugged and flicked his tongue over the spot he had been nipping at—“Not shy, just a loner.” The Davenport glanced up at the other and smiled at the other’s statement of giving him scars.<br><br>“Maybe just one.”<br><br>He pressed his head against the other’s stomach for a second, letting out a quiet sigh. “A loner. Maybe you don’t belong here, Eli, but damned if this place isn’t better off for it.” He once more pulled at the other’s pants, undoing the button with a small smile playing on his lips.<br><br>He let his fingers wander to the zipper, but let them play with it for a bit. He let his fingers glance over the teeth of it, toyed with the pull for a bit. He wanted to tease the other, but… he pulled the zipper down, but did not pull the other’s pants down, instead favoring the idea of rubbing his hand against the outside, teasing the other with the friction.<br><br>As public as the Davenport building was, most men used the elevator during the day, usually to tired or too full from lunch to want to take the stairs. They’d probably be safe here.<br><br>Probably.<br><br><br>Not that he cared.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 08:59:38</strong>
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				He was, in all honesty, shy. His being a loner was what made it even more clear that he was shy. Most people didn't get to know him well enough to ever realize that he was shy, though, or that he would usually prefer to hole up in some dark study with a pile or work or a good book than go out and talk to people. He smiled faintly when told 'Maybe just one' to the scars.<br><br>His head leant back against the rough concrete wall, dark hair coming out of the ponytail just a bit, brushing over the tops of his shoulders where it escaped in long, straight strands. <br><br>He couldn't help but smile appreciatively when told that the place was better for his presence.<br><br>What could he say?<br><br>Never having been powerful with his words, he let his fingers gently brush the other man's hair back with an affectionate smile that lit his pale face. <br><br>Miraj was taking his time with the button, with the zipper, with everything.<br><br>God.<br><br>It felt...god. He was so hard, already, though. Eli moaned, a sweet sound, when Miraj's hand cupped his member through the rough fabric of his dark, expensive jeans. He bit his lip once more to quiet himself.<br><br>His fingers moved to rest on Miraj's shoulder, a soft, gentle touch there. <br><br>His member strained the fabric of his black boxers, of the jeans, under Miraj's hand. He had been cut, though not for religious purposes as so much that everyone in the Clandestine got it done. <br><br>"Miraj..." the sound was rich, heavy on that slightly raspy voice, laden with lust and pleasure and a soft dusting of affection that Miraj was making grow with each word and each motion. <br><br>Miraj, with his cultured voice so often marred by his fake accent, and his bright mind trapped in a place where his quick temper showed more clearly, made this place better as well. Better for Elias. It gave him something to look forwards to when it came to living somewhere so far from the world he had rownup in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 09:30:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Maybe Miraj was a little more attached to the accountant then for just lust, and maybe the breath that hitched in his throat was because of the smile Elias gave him. Maybe the sheer oddity of the other’s presence did it; the perfect appearance and cultured attitude drew him. Maybe.<br><br>The Davenport shrugged the idea off and returned his focus to the present, shooing the idea away. He could worry about attachment latter—now he just wanted to be attached in a very different way.<br><br>He licked his lips at the sound the other made, bit his own lip. He rubbed a little harder, a little more teasing—and smiled up at the other when he heard his name. The way the other had said it…&nbsp; The Davenport’s hands wandered back to the hem of the jeans and pulled them down, dragging his nails lightly on the other’s hips as he did so.<br><br>He grinned inwardly at the sight of the other hard and straining against his boxers—he was in a similar state, himself—but he was entirely more concerned about the other right now. He toyed, again, with the hem of the other’s boxers and reached a hand around to squeeze the other’s ass with a small chuckle.<br><br>Pulling the boxers down, Miraj grinned once more at the other, and licked the other’s tip. “You’re not really from this sector at all,” he chuckled, “most of the guys aren’t circumcised.”<br><br>[Sorry. Had a phone call. Friend driving from VA -&gt; NY and getting tired while driving. XD' ]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 09:36:26</strong>
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				Elias' eyes were trained on Miraj, pale and unshaking, still as they concentrated on the other man slowly pulling his jeans down and off of his hips. He shivered when the nails grazed over his hipbones, taking in another sharp breah to stop himself from making too much noise. He smirked faintly when his ass was squeezed and looked down as the boxers were pulled away by a firm hand.<br><br>"Are...are you?" He supposed the Davenports didn't circumsize their boys when they were born. <br><br>When his tip was licked, though, his whole back arched and his eyes closed.<br><br>They fluttered shut, one hand tightening on Miraj's shoulder, the other pressed flush to the wall, flat. His eyes opened a second later to watch Miraj blow him, the lust blazing in them, drawing out the brilliant green, the pale colors there. <br><br>"No," he murmured, "I'm from Clandestine land..." he hadn't really admitted as much openly, though the other man could probably have told from the way he looked. He smiled faintly at Miraj, a softer, slightly more open smile. And then he let out a sweet moan of pure lust when the other man touched him once more. It had been so long since his body had reacted like this to someone else's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 10:11:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">The smile once more crept it’s way onto the man’s lips—“I am—Pops had pretty much demanded it when I was born, apparently. But it’s pretty uncommon around here.” He shrugged. “Pops demanded a lot of stuff from me, growing up. Hired a private tutor from out of town, stuff like that. He wanted me to take over for him, I guess, and that’s what I’m set to do—but he’s refusing to pass it over for now.”<br><br>Miraj practically snorted. “Not that I want to take care of the damned thing right now. Not with the Clandestine-Albel mess going on.”<br><br>“I’m from Clandestine land…”<br>Once more the man licked the other’s tip and brought a hand up to curl around the base—“Figured as much.” He shrugged and, with a sly grin, licked the tip and took it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the slit almost idly. He glanced up at the other as he did so—he’d been enjoying the other’s reactions up until now; he wanted to see what each little thing would bring out of the other.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 13:35:45</strong>
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				Elias nodded but didn't say much. He had gone to a public school and excelled but had always wanted to learn more - would have loved to have had a private tutor. He had no parent to pass on a legacy, though, other than a nice bed in Clandestine land. His mother had done extremely well but he was a boy, and boys are much harder to raise for the Clandestine than girls are. The pretty boys, like Elias, were shut away and not allowed to do much that might bruise them until they got older and then they were started on their training for their proper bedwarming jobs.<br><br>Naturally, Elias had hardly been eager to fill this position in any way, shape, or form. He had run over here to the Davenports as soon as he could.<br><br>Elias' eyes shut tightly when the tip was taken into his mouth.<br><br>A low moan fell from his pink lips, then another sweet cry as he began to flick his tongue over the slit, looking distinctly weak in the knees as he did so. <br><br>His cheeks were flushed, hands trembling slightly with lust, head tilted back. His neck was fully exposed, lips parted, giving himself ove to sex. Yes, his mother had clearly been Clandestine.<br><br>His body responded to sex in a way that only someone bred to be a whore could be, only someone who had trained themselves to ignore what they were supposed to do. Now, though, it crept through and infiltrated in the quiet moans and way his hips moved forwards a bit.<br><br>"Miraj..." he gasped, finally, "As mind-blowing as this is..." It was mind-blowing, it took his breath away, but he wanted to finish with Miraj, not before him, "I want you to fuck me. Please..." The last word was a bit strangled with pleasure, coming out as a breathy moan, those pale eyes fluttering shut once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 23:33:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">The Davenport man, seeing the other’s reaction, moved one hand back to the other’s waist and lightly dug his nails in. He pulled back, still keeping his other hand in place, and grinned mischievously up at the other. “Mind-blowing?” He mused, trailing his hand up the other’s shaft—“Is it really?” He rubbed over the tip with his fingers and glanced back up at the other, leaned forward again and licked up the length.<br><br>“I am going to fuck you,” the man said, “don’t get me wrong. I just like watching you like this.” He paused, then, and placed a little kiss upon it—“But if you really want it, I suppose I’m not one to deny you.”<br><br>The man stood and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chest and stomach. Scars of all sorts lingered here and there, and a few fairly fresh bruises lingered at a spot not too far from his navel—fairly evident proof that Miraj himself had gotten into at least one fight as of late. Off to the side of his chest, mostly hidden by his arm, lay a tiny tattoo—a simple symbol to mark himself as a Davenport, if anything… unfortunate should happen.<br><br>“Then again, it <em>is</em> fun teasing you a little…”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 15:23:23</strong>
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				Elias took in a breath that was sharp, a hiss, when the nails dug into his hip and the other hand began to trail up and down his shaft. A tiny whimper escaped him when the head was touched again and then the tongue traced the line that Miraj's fingers had taken. He let out another soft breath and gasped.<br><br>His eyes drank in the other man's frame as he undressed - his own crisp white shirt was on with the soft green sweater over it, though he was a bit rumpled now - drinking in every line. Every scar.<br><br>He reached out, trailing his fingers over the other man's chest, carefully avoiding the bruises that were still lingering near his stomach. He'd clearly been in a fight recently. So unlike Elias.<br><br>"We always have tonight," he murmured, leaning in to kiss Miraj slowly. He kept the kiss chaste, at first, and then gently caught the other man's bottom lip between his teeth, suckling it then nibbling on it with his teeth. "After work I'll come to your room..." he ran his hands down Miraj's side, drawing him close, pale eyes glaringly bright through his pale lashes, cheeks flushed with lust.<br><br>There were footsteps above them as someone used the stairwell but didn't come down, obviously destined for a higher floor. Elias grinned and kissed Miraj a bit harder then pulled back to catch his breath, "Mmm..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 07:26:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">The man licked his lips and smiled at the accountant. “Elias,” Miraj teased as the other explored his slightly battered chest, “you don’t have to be so gentle, either.” The man shrugged almost whimsically—“They’re only bruises.” The Davenport glanced down at his own stomach for a second and ran his hand over the purple and yellow patches—“And they’re only from wrestling around with the guys.”<br><br>He glanced back up at the other just in time to have his lips snatched up, and something akin to a quiet snarl escaped his throat. And when the other pulled away, Miraj wanted to follow, to keep those lips and mouth as close to him as possible—but he was talking, and the dejected man frowned only for a second after—the other’s talk of promising things to come kept him from complaining too much.<br><br>And when the footsteps reached his ears, he glanced up and grinned.<br><br>“Well, then,” he muttered quietly, “I suppose if anyone does come down, we’ll have to give them a good show.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 07:50:51</strong>
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				Elias smiled faintly and looked up at Miraj, still not pressing too hard on the bruises, gasping into the kiss when he felt that snarl escape against his own lips. He shifted his leg just a bit so that his thigh was sliding against Miraj's growing hardness, rubbing it with the thigh he had placed between Miraj's legs. His lips trailed down Miraj's neck and then suddenly his teeth sank in, hard, right at the crook of his neck. He left teeth marks.<br><br>They would bruise, but it was just low enough that Miraj could cover it, if he was careful with what he wore. His tongue laved attention on the stinging spot, whipping away the pain with slow, delighted licks.<br><br>He looked back up at Miraj and grinned.<br><br>White, even teeth gleamed in the pale face, his smile a little crooked with a dimple on his left cheek. It was rare that anybody got to see that smile.<br><br>Elias wrapped his arms around the other man once more, letting out a soft breath to try and steady himself, "Fuck me, Miraj...I need it...I need you, in me..." his words were whispered into Miraj's ear before his teeth once more caught the earlobe, biting gently, then pulling back to lick his own lips faintly before biting his bottom lip to quiet the whimper that threatened to spill out from between his lips as he anticipated the pleasure that Miraj's powerful body could bring him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 05:13:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Another growl escaped the redhead when the other began rubbing against him, something that surprised the man a little and excited him even more. He would have, right then, pushed the other back against the wall and nestled his body against the other’s.<br><br>But the other decided to bite his neck, and the action sent a visible shiver through the man as he gasped. His hands found their way to the other’s back, and he dug his nails in there and scratched downward, fighting back the noise that wanted so badly to escape his throat. It took him a few seconds to realize that the other had even let go, and the Davenport grinned a little abashedly as he let go of the other.<br><br>The smile, Miraj mused, was perfect on the other.<br><br>He was about to mutter a comment about the other being gentle on his bruises and so harsh on his neck when he decided better of it (or, more accurately, when the other’s next comment left his mouth.) The redhead licked his own lips and decided that it would be a better use of his time to make up for the time he had lost—and he pushed the other back against the wall and bit down on the other’s neck with equal pressure that the other had—though he didn’t bother making sure it was low enough to hide.<br><br>He pressed himself closer and once more scratched down the other’s back, pulling a hand back at the bottom only to undo the button clasp on his pants. He began to pull them down, one hand still resting at the base of the other’s back, nails still lightly dug in.<br><br>[Blargh. Sorry about this one. &gt;_o I haven't been a very good partner lately, I realize. I've been busy up until today, and kinda... bleh in writing. I hope you don't mind. (And I hope the post isn't too dry.) &lt;3.]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 07:48:12</strong>
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				Elias grinned but didn't lift the pressure from&nbsp; his neck when he felt that shiver run down Miraj's spine. He did lift his teeth, finally, when those nails ran down his back, making him arch...which only served to mold his body up against Miraj's with a fluid curve of his back that pressed his ass into the other man's hand. <br><br>Oh, and then Miraj's teeth sank in, and...<br><br>...and he couldn't make his mind focus on anything but that.<br><br>The simple pressure of teeth digging into his neck and drawing a brilliantly purple mark - which showed up even more obviously against his white skin - made him cry out. He dug his fingers into Miraj's shoulder, surely drawing up a few small finger-tip shaped bruises. His head tilted to the side, seeking more contact with those rough teeth. <br><br>Idly, he realized he should help Miraj undress him, and he wiggled his hips so that his pants fell to his ankles easily enough. It took him only a moment to slip the expensive dress shoes - along with the pants - off, through a series of quick shakes of his leg. He was bare from the waist down, then, pressing back into that hand whose nails were digging into his pale skin.<br><br>"Miraj..." he whimpered, softly, voice thick with lust. He needed to feel the other man taking him, pressing his body tightly against Miraj's strong frame. He would have done beautifully with the Clandestine but instead chose to turn his genetic and prodigious skills upon Miraj - and given the possessiveness Miraj had - probably only Miraj for quite some time.<br><br>He didn't even think about the fact that the bite mark, fresh and red now, purple later, would be more than obvious to his boss when he went to speak to him. He would have to keep his hair down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 04:05:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Miraj lifted his head back when the other whimpered his name. “I know, I know,” he muttered, perhaps a little too smugly— “I’ll fuck you. I just want tease you a little. I like those little noises you make.” He returned to the spot on the other’s neck, nursing the spot with both his tongue and tiny graces of his lips. “But maybe I’m being too mean?” He mused, pressing the other tighter against the wall.<br><br>He smiled—a tiny, sadistic smile that rarely graced his lips—and brought a hand around to the other’s ass before giving it a light squeeze. “I think I am.” The Davenport shrugged and began to strip his pants off, shooting the other another grin. (Though this one was more of an apologetic one—he really had been teasing the other for far too long.) Before too long, the man had managed to free himself of his pants.<br><br>A few faint lines lingered around one of his lower legs— one of the only marks on the man not from a fight or dealings with the Davenports, but from a time when he was a child who had ventured to the beach. He had gotten a jellyfish tangled around his leg…<br><br>The scars where only a faint pink, and the Davenport heir paid them no attention. The situation at hand was a little more attention worthy. The man flashed a smile at the other, and took his boxers off—and for a split second, felt the slightest bit exposed.<br><br>“Eli…” He mused, “your back’s gonna get all scratched up.” Well, as long as Miraj had his way, what with the other pressed tight against the wall and all. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 05:50:14</strong>
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				Elias tipped his head back against the wall to allow Miraj as much access as possible to his neck. Slim white fingers gripped Miraj's shoulders hard. His pale eyes grazed down Miraj's body as he stripped, watching that body slowly be revealed. He made a note to ask about the scars later. For now, though, they were doing too much talking for what he wanted. He wanted to feel Miraj's body pounding into his own, to feel their bodies unite in a way that could only be describe as sinful.<br><br>And a bit promiscuous, given their very open location in the stairs, Miraj's body partially hiding his own.<br><br>The mark on his neck got even darker with each minute of attention. <br><br>"It's alright," he murmured, hooking one long, pale leg over Miraj's hip, drawing him closer. He brought their lips together, the kiss searing and heavy and so very heated. It lasted only a moment, giving Miraj a taste of what was hidden inside that careful, refined body, smiling faintly.<br><br>In these intimate moments his smile was a bit crooked, almost sarcastic, though it was his true smile and not the picture-perfect one that had been beaten into him by the Clandestine. <br><br>His dark hair fell around his face, framing it, making his pale eyes brighter. He reached between them, taking Marek's member into his hand, cupping it gently in long and warm fingers. He toyed with him, gently caressing that thick length, stroking it a few times before gently releasing. "Take me. Now, Miraj...please," he whispered the last words into Miraj's ear, tongue tracing the shell before his teeth caught the edge of his earlobe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:22:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">The Davenport practically purred with the other’s leg hooked over him, and one of his hands wandered to it to give it a quick squeeze.&nbsp; The kiss that followed a few seconds later was enough to send his head swimming—or at least daze him a little. He looked a little dejected when the other pulled back, and leaned forward to capture the other’s mouth and show him exactly who should be getting weak in the knees around there—when he caught a glimpse of the other’s smile.<br><br>He let his hand wander up the other’s leg and returned the other’s smile. It faded for an instant—just an instant—when the other’s fingers graced his skin. “Elias…” He murmured, squeezing the other’s rear again—“I’m going to—“ The other’s whispers slowed him down, but the footsteps that began echoing in the stairwell made him curse.<br><br>“Fu-uck,” he groaned, flashing a glance upward. “Maybe here isn’t the best place.” He shrugged, then, and cast the other an impish smile—“I think that’s just another thing I don’t care about.” Miraj raised his fingers to his mouth, giving them a quick lick—(after all, he wasn’t about to fuck the other without making sure he was lubed up,) and once more trailed a hand up the other’s thigh, pressing himself tight against the other. He decided to focus on the other’s neck again, nipping it just above the mark he had left earlier.<br><br>The man let out a tiny sigh of a noise and grabbed the other by both the hip and ass. He lifted him up, expecting the other to wrap his legs around his waist while Miraj pressed him against the wall. The man’s finger’s, still slick with saliva and now free, managed to make their way to the other’s entrance. He circled the tiny bunch of skin, and decided he’d have to apologize to the other later if he hurt him—but they’d had enough interruptions for now, and so he held his tongue.<br><br>Miraj noticed, then, that the footsteps had stopped—and a quiet bought of laughter echoed through the stairwell. He didn’t bother looking up—it was probably one of the guys who spotted them. Soon, though, before Miraj could even mutter another curse (and something about how he had no intention of stopping,) the footsteps continued and the swing of a door echoed. At least they had decided to leave them in peace—though Miraj was sure the other men—and his father—would hear about this.<br><br>[[ P: Sorry. This post just didn't wanna flow properly. I've been so submissive over the past few months, trying to be all... overly... dominate-- As Miraj is supposed to be-- doesn't quite come as easily as it should.]]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:51:47</strong>
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				Elias held on tightly to Miraj, looking up when Miraj said that he was going to do something but stopped, and he grinned when told that this wasn't the best place.&nbsp; He wasn't even thinking of the fact that he was going to have to face Miraj's father in a few hours to give him his report. He wasn't thinking of anything but Miraj.<br><br>He wanted that body against his, in his, taking him. He was impatient when it came to sex and not even the laughter from the other men in the stairwell could distract him from what they were doing.<br><br>His long legs wrapped eagerly around Miraj's waist when the opportunity arose.<br><br>He watched Miraj slick a finger in his mother, and he knew exactly what Miraj was going to do, ready to accept it. It was going to have to work, anyways, since he couldn't bear to stop now that he was so close to having that itch scratched. He was tight - it had been a while, and he was still young - and eager. <br><br>"Ah..." <br><br>He could feel Miraj's rough finger against his entrance and his eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy. It felt absolutely incredible.<br><br>[Don't worry about it. I loved your post. :)]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 05:18:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Miraj smiled to himself when he saw the other’s eyes flutter. He’d hardly done anything yet—but the other seemed pretty keen on it, and a good part of the man wanted to mutter a comment about how their talks of him not being a virgin where doubtful—maybe he’d have to get the other to prove it.<br><br>He didn’t—but he made sure to keep the thought in mind for later.<br><br>Shooting the other a tiny smile, he squeezed the other’s ass while probing a little rougher. He pressed the other tighter against the wall as he did so, hardly allowing the other any room to move—and bit down above the edge of his collarbone. He pressed in, forced a finger inside the other—and muttered a quiet, although pleased, curse to himself. Yes, he’d defiantly have to get the other to disprove the whole ‘not-a-virgin’ thing.<br><br>[[Sorry, was busy all day. :] Free now though, if you have the time to pound out a few posts.]]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 05:46:40</strong>
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				God. He had forgotten how <em>long</em> it had been. How good it felt to have a man's hand exploring his body, and even his fingers felt so big. He couldn't wait to have the real thing in him. He shuddered, arched, and then found himself pinned by a strong body and sharp teeth. He moaned, softly, feeling a bruise forming on his collarbone where the bite was. <br><br>His body was tight, eager, entirely ready to push Miraj to his limits. He may have felt like a virgin but he acted like his Clandestine genes were starting to show, eagerness apparent in the way that small, almost-begging noises managed to escape his throat before he bit his bottom lip hard to stop them. <br><br>It had been so <em>long</em>. Too long.<br><br>He wasn't a virgin - though he wasn't too far from it. The few experiences he'd had had been with men who he'd been less attracted to than Miraj, so in a way, this was new to him. "Ah..." he wiggled his body a bit, doing his best to enjoy the way he could rub his hard member against Miraj, but then his finger moved in him slightly and he felt his back arching in pleasure.<br><br>He wanted more. He wanted to actually feel Miraj in him. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 23:31:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Miraj, downright pleased at this time and looking rather much like a kid in a candy store, moved up the other’s neck. He had eased his biting into light nips—which he always followed up with a flick of his tongue. The Davenport paused and took a moment to take in all that was in front of him—Elias, his neck line covered with all types of marks, moaning, arching, even whimpering a little…<br><br>The man smiled that wicked little smile that had dared pass the other’s lips a few times earlier.&nbsp; He shifted a little, freeing one of his hands while still managing to hold the other up. He let his hand wander—starting from his ass, which he gave another squeeze, to his hip bones. He scratched his nails gently against the skin there, at the same time making sure he didn’t forget his other hand. He pulled his finger back just a little, and pressed another against the tight skin—perhaps a little impatiently, though he didn’t force it in yet.<br><br>His other hand he let wander up the other’s stomach—Miraj held his hand flat, making sure to feel out every little hint of muscle, every dip and curve. And then came the other’s nipples—which he hardly flicked a hand across. The man had found himself biting his bottom lip, and had decided he wanted to lick and tease and nip those nipples more then he wanted to let his hand have them—and so that’s what he did.<br><br>He leaned over, pushing the other into what was probably an odd angle (was the other flexible, he wondered,) and flicked his tongue against a bud before nipping the tiny mound of skin. At the same time, the man forced his waiting finger in, curling and twisting them just a bit.<br><br>He smiled.&nbsp; He hadn’t been this excited in a long time, and the tiny dribble of pre-cum that was making itself known on his tip would attest to that.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 02:49:06</strong>
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				God, were they really doing this in a stairwell? There was far too much foreplay with Miraj to not get caught. They were taking longer than he had thought they were going to, but it felt so overwhelmingly good that he couldn't stop himself from begging for more. He tilted his head back until he couldn't reveal any more of that creamy neck. His better judgement was gone - there was no thought of what the Davenport boss would think of the marks his son had made. <br><br>"Oh...!"<br><br>He wrapped his long, slim legs around Miraj's waist tighter, taking in a notably sharp gasp when the other man's finger suddenly moved up into his body and curled. He shivered in pleasure. <br><br>"Ah..." his head tilted a bit to the side, dark hair sprawled about his shoulders, long since having escaped the confines of the ponytail holder. His fingers ran through Miraj's hair, tugging slightly. A noise of pure desire, low in his throat, came out when Miraj began exploring his nipples with his mouth. His fingertips dug into the other man's shoulders, pale eyes fluttering shut, slim fingertips bringing up bruises on the other man's shoulder. "More, God, Miraj...please, more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 03:11:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">The stairwell? Well, that wasn’t that uncommon, not really. It wasn’t like the guys had never pulled a whore in there before, or even yet—another one of the guys. The Davenports where not refined nor tactful. When they wanted it, they made due where they where, whether it was a public area or not.<br><br>The other was pulling on his hair, Miraj noted idly. He always liked it when people tugged his hair, it meant he was doing a good job—as if the noises that escaped the other’s throat weren't conformation enough.<br><br>A tiny noise of his own passed the Davenport’s lips when the other’s nails dug into his shoulder. He maneuvered his hand a little more, pushing them deeper and retracting them, all the while making sure he stretched the other. He entertained the idea of introducing another finger into the whole equation—but thought the better of it. A little extra stretching wouldn’t kill the other.<br><br>He retracted his fingers with another twist as he pulled back from the other’s nipples. “Well,” he mused a little teasingly, “I think that’s enough of that.” No, he was getting too impatient for that. He wanted to be in the other.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 03:43:07</strong>
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				Elias gave Miraj a playful look when he said that it was enough of the stretching, though let out a soft moan of loss as he felt the other man pull his fingers out of his body. He was still a tiny bit shy, even though he was as exposed as he was, slim body trapped between the wall and Miraj's hard body. He adjusted his legs a bit, holding on even tighter, pressing his lips to Miraj's.<br><br>His nails dug in a bit as he moved. His fingers would leave distinctive marks, and he leant forwards, not wanting Miraj to be unmarked. His lips sealed and his teeth bit down, drawing a sharp bruise that he soothed with a talented tongue. <br><br>His body was clearly flexible from the way that he bent to accomodate Miraj.<br><br>His teeth travelled along Miraj's jaw, finding the sensitive spots. He wanted to exploit each and every last one.<br><br>[Guh. Sorry...a friend called.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 04:03:53</strong>
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				The smile that crossed Miraj’s face mirrored the other’s playful one, and he chuckled softly when the other’s lips met his. How demanding—which for whatever reason, Miraj found a little ironic.<br><br>He let out a quiet, pleased sigh that hitched when the other bit down—but that was followed up by another pleased noise, though far from a sigh. The other would find his sensitive spots, yes, but Miraj didn’t want to feel left out. He’d already explored the other’s body, though…<br><br>Another grin passed his lips, and the hand that had been pressed against the other’s chest trailed downward, teasingly—and found it’s place at the base of the other’s shaft. He let out something like a teasing purr then, and shifted the hand upwards to run a finger over the other’s tip before curling around the other and giving a quick pump.<br><br>[[ Bwuh. My brain died there. Sorry.<br>And don't worry about people calling. I don't expect you to respond immediately. ]]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 04:13:33</strong>
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				His sweater was going to be rumpled, he realized. He'd have to change before he saw his boss. For now, though, he was going to focus on the body pinning him against the wall. The kiss was deep, but his breath caught with an audible gasp when he felt that hand wrap around him and give a quick pump. He was already so hard, and he wished he could reach down and do the same to Miraj, but he settled for giving his hair another slight pull to tilt his head back a bit farther so he could get his teeth onto his skin.<br><br>"Ah..." <br><br>Elias' body stretched up a bit so he could reach better and continued the task, pulling back to catch his breath, eyes twinkling. It seemed that his cold demeanor had melted, if only a little bit.<br><br>"Miraj," he murmured softly, lips playing along the shell of his ear, "Take me." <br><br>He punctuated the last bit by giving his earlobe a nip.<br><br>His cheeks were slightly flushed, long fingers gripping Miraj's shoulders tightly, more than ready for what was to come. Gods. He wanted this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 04:30:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">The noise that left Miraj’s throat when the other pulled his hair and his teeth met his skin—“Ah—Elias…” He almost laughed the other’s name, not really expecting the other’s sudden… demanding attitude. He kind of liked it.<br><br>“Miraj,” the other said, “Take me.” He didn’t need to be told twice, not with the other nipping and twisting and bent into some ungodly strange position against the wall. Miraj laughed a little then, and brushed his lips against the other’s cheek. He let his hands make their way to the other’s ass, positioning him and pulling him up and—he drew in a breath and gave the other a quick, affectionate kiss.<br><br>“This is probably gonna hurt a little…” He squeezed the other’s ass one more time and pressed against the other’s entrance. Dear lord, he knew how tight the other was, even with the stretching, and damn, if this wouldn’t hurt. He pushed in, a tiny grunt escaping his throat when he was met with resistance.<br><br>[[Next to unrelated mini-rant:<br><br>Silly hesitant Miraj. God, I can't stand it when people hesitate, irl. It's kinda... 'AGRAH HURRY UP.'<br><br>Seriously. :[ When people hesitate it's so much worse.]]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 04:35:18</strong>
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				Elias only became demanding when his lover wouldn't give him what he wanted, but Miraj was finally obliging, shifting him so that he could feel the hard head pressing against his entrance. He shut his eyes, preparing himself, and...ah, there it was. That initial resistance, the pain that came, and would go soon enough. He bit his bottom lip hard, knowing that he needed to relax his body. He let out a quick breath and his muscles relaxed a bit but God, it really had been a long time, and he was still so tight.<br><br>He felt like a virgin all over again.<br><br>With less awkardness, naturally. At least he now knew what to do with his hands. <br><br>His legs tightened a bit on Marek's hips, nails digging in, a bit of tit-for-tat. He kissed him, but it was slower, gentler. A bit more tender, still clearly doing all that he could to relax his body around the member pushing into it. <br><br>He was tight, clenching around Miraj, body hot and entirely willing to accept what Miraj had to give.<br><br>[[Hahahaha. I wouldn't know - still a virgin. :P]]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 05:00:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Miraj let out a tiny huff, the breath he had been holding escaping his lungs in a rush. He’d been a little hesitant about pushing in—and he wondered why, since the other had probably been through more preparation for sex then the man would ever be able to guess.<br><br>He licked his lips, a tiny smile tarring at the edges of his mouth when the other’s nails dug in. Maybe he’d walk away with more then the bruises and tiny lacerations the other had left—maybe he could walk away with a few nice scratch marks here and there that he could show off.<br><br>Once more Miraj licked his lips, and shifted a little to push in deeper.<br><br><br>[[ No way, really? o: Wow.<br><br>But... no. By that time, assuming you're pretty much horny as hell, you can pretty much take whatever pain it's going to cause. It's actually better (in my opinion,) to do it then, 'cause at least then the pain doesn't matter-- as long as you're pre-stretched and properly prepared, at least.]]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 05:16:32</strong>
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				"Miraj..." Elias moaned, voice faint with pleasure, that edge of pain lacing through his voice and making it a tiny bit tighter. He just didn't want to stop, though. He wanted more, he wanted to feel more of his lover's length moving into his body. "God, you're huge..." <br><br>It felt so good to have a man...a young man...in his body, taking him. He let his body slide down a bit, letting his back slip against the wall, scraping it a bit, sinking down an inch. <br><br>"Ah!" <br><br>Miraj's length, as he slipped down and Miraj pushed up, was just right. It was a bit like Goldilocks finding her match, but...dirtier. And so, so much better.<br><br>"Miraj..." he murmured, smiling faintly, clearly enjoying it. He liked a bit of pain in his sex, so he was more than alright with the feeling of Miraj moving into him. "More, Miraj, I have to...I have to feel all of you." <br><br>He held on tight, giving his bottom lip a gentle nip, swallowing hard. He had to feel Miraj moving in and out of him. Feel what that powerful, lithe body could do to him. <br><br>[[I'm trying to find the right guy before I do, but...bleh. Waiting. It's boring.]]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 05:31:57</strong>
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				The licking of Miraj’s lips turned to biting. He shifted his hands to the other’s hips and made sure he was going to leave bruises of his own there, fingers curling and nails digging in. He didn’t even have to hold back the chuckle that would normally escape his mouth at the other’s comment—no, no. He was a little to intently set on this for that.<br><br>He let out a quiet breath when the other slid down, and leaned forward to capture the other’s lips when he made his comment. “Hush, you,” he whispered, “you will. I don’t want to hurt you, though.”<br><br>He hoisted the other up by his hips for a second, and pulled out to nearly his tip before thrusting back in. He did this a few times, each time letting out a little noise. He bit the other’s lips before wandering to the other’s neck—this time paying attention to the other side of it. The Davenport sped up his thrusting just a little, letting one hand wander around front once more. He might as well keep his hands busy, after all.<br><br>Once more his hand curled around the other’s length, and the man pumped it in time with his slow, steady thrusts.<br><br>[[Bah. The little hamster turning the wheels inside my head is getting lazy. I think I need a snack...]]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore;  Sho and Sigma Octantis.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 15:21:42</strong>
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				Miraj's fingers tightened up around his hips, squeezing and drawing up bruises. The pressure made him moan, though he couldn't stop that smile from spreading over his lips at the chuckle that the other man let out, then those gently chiding words. He wanted to tell Miraj that he wouldn't hurt him - for God's sake, that he was <em>bred</em> for this - but a smaller part of him knew that Miraj was right.<br><br>His pale eyes met Miraj's and he smiled a bit, tilting his head to the side to allow Miraj access to that pale, slim neck, smooth body moving within his arms. He cried out when Miraj began thrusting into him and stroking him at the same time, eyes fluttering shut once more.<br><br>His dark lashes brushed those exotically high cheekbones as he moaned.<br><br>Miraj had found that sweet spot in his body, thrusting straight into it, letting tiny, soft noises escape each time Miraj thrust into him that coincided with Miraj's own. His fingers ran through his lover's hair, tugging, biting his bottom lip as Miraj's lips marked the other side of his neck as well.
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