Fire and Ice
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				Title: <strong>Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 03:00:36</strong>
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				The bell rang and it took only seconds for the students to fill the halls. Long gone where the combination locks that protected the privacy of the locker’s owner. Hand prints now where the way lockers where accessed so that their owner could retrieve or place a private possession. Books and paper were now also things of the past; the personal computer of each student was networked to the school’s mainframe. So in reality the need for a locker was almost obsolete… almost. <br><br>They were now meeting places. A place where a beautiful girl could linger inconspicuously until a specific guy walked down the hall way. That guy at this moment was 17 year old senior Eric DeWinter. He was tall, six feet to be exact. His lithe body couldn’t be more than 180 pounds. His black hair was haphazardly cut, varying from a few inches in length to midway down his chest. It wasn't just long in the front, there was no style to what area was shorter or longer. Through those long locks where strips of blue. His face was masculine, but soft. There were no sharp angles on the cheeks or jaw line. His eyes were dark gray but accented by black eyeliner and long think lashes that would make most girls envious. <br><br>Today he was wearing a thin, tight blue t-shirt that showed off the subtle contours of his flat chest and stomach. Black jeans clung to the powerful columns of his thighs like a second skin. It was obvious that this young man was one of the gifted ones at the school. There was always something about them that made them seem somewhat good like to rest of the plainly human student body.<br><br>The girl standing at his locker today was Haley Mathews. Pretty, blond in the rich classic way. Had this been a hundred years or so ago he probably would have been considered emo with his bizarre hair, eyeliner and rows of earrings in his ears, but now being gifted made his social life open to all sorts of possibilities.&nbsp; "Hello Haley." He gave her a little smile with an intent stare as he leaned over her to press his hand against the id. pad. He stepped closer to her, pushing her against the lockers and placed his laptop inside his personal unit. After he shut it he glided a hand up from her elbow to her shoulder, a cool touch that made her shutter and melt at the same time. <br><br>"Hello" She managed to whisper back, pulling on the chain around his neck so that he was forced to lean down or risk his necklace being broken. Her lips touched his softly at first and grew more bold when he parted his own accepting the kiss. After this of course rumors would fly around the school that the two of them were dating, which was fine with both of them. Haley really wanted it... he was handsome, sort of... but most important was the status of dating one of the gifted students. Eric just wanted a buffer between him and the rest of the female students. Haley would defend her position until she figured out that she wasn't really getting much from him. <br><br>"Walk me to my next class?" She asked, batting her eye lashes in a obviously fake plead. Her hips moved forward to rub against his. <br><br>Admittedly it felt good... he was a red blooded male after all, but it just wasn't enough. Yet for his reputation... his cover, he smiled and caressed her cheek. I can't. I've got advanced gym for the rest of the day. Three hours of physical activity and training that would probably kill the majority of the school and yet it was his favorite class. Too bad it was only twice a week.<br><br>"After school then?"<br><br>He shook his head and mimicked her pout. Have to work. I'll meet you outside in the morning. It was obvious that she wanted to kiss him again but he just let his eyes linger long enough to see her sigh and walked away.<br><br>There were many reasons that Eric liked advanced gym. It allowed him to use his ability to control temperature and make ice with out feeling like a freak. It was an incredibly powerful feeling. He was one of the two level 5s in the school... the most powerful rating a gift could get. It almost seemed to boarder on magic. He could slow down the air molecules so much that the temperature could drop 30 degree in a second. He imagined that if he tried really hard that he could get the temperature so low that it would freeze a person's lungs if they tried to breathe it in. It was something he was testing out with his mother, a scientist, anyway. <br><br>Another reason he liked gym was that they had to change. While the other guys in his class varied in attractiveness, they were all required to be active. Everyone was put through tough physical exercises and taught martial arts. Their uniforms where full body suits provided by the government to test in a controlled area. As the material was expensive you weren't exactly allowed to get fat. Fail to fit in your suit and you fail the class. Though he wasn't certain on the future repercussions that would have on someone like him, for now it allowed him to view the nearly naked bodies of his classmates with out being obvious that it attracted him.<br><br>Once in the locker room he made his way to the back where his assigned locker was. He said hello to some of his friends as he passed by though he always made sure to keep this gray eyes on their faces. Even though gays now had the same rights as straight people there was still often a testosterone response when one's masculinity was openly challenged. It was not a problem he wanted to deal with in high school or from his undeniably straight brothers who celebrated each time they got laid as if they had one the lottery. <br><br>In the locker room he didn't feel quite as comfortable always worrying if someone thought he was looking at them the wrong way. His carefully hidden insecurities where not so hidden as he pulled his shirt over his head and wondered if anyone else looked at him or if he were alone in his attractions. He pulled off his boots and then unfastened his pants and then slid them down over the curve of his ass, bending to step out of them, leaving him naked to who ever should glance down his row. Unfortunately groin protection was still a requirement and the suits where so close to your skin that there really wasn't room for boxer shorts or briefs. Fortunately the material let your skin breathe as if you weren't wearing cloths at all. Eric loved the feeling of it, but he wouldn't be comfortable until he dressed again.<br><br>Five minutes later he was in the training room. This was not the normal gym. They would have destroyed the normal gym on their first day of training years ago and the nongifted kids would die if they got into the wrong area or program. Eric began his stretching knowing that is what the class would start off with once everyone had finished changing. One could never been too limber.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 04:58:32</strong>
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				Uriel, of the Walkyre family, ran his hand under water and splashed his face. The water steamed until it was gone, and he turned, alone in the bathroom.<br><br>He'd been trying to escape from the trio of girls that tended to follow him everywhere. Somewhere along the line, probably on his first day, he'd picked up a fan club. It was bigger than the three following him, but at one point he'd rounded on them and told them that the hall wasn't wide enough for four people to be following him. So, it was three.<br><br>He felt like some kind of unwilling god, though, the comparison wasn't ill-suited, as his 'gift' made him about as close as humans could get.<br><br>He was a big guy, not wide, he certainly didn't hide a spare gram of fat anywhere, but he was still big. He was six-four, and two-hundred and ten pounds. He was all muscles, skin, and bones, and, from what he could tell from the reaction girls had to him, aside from his guarunteed social status as a gifted student, he was hot too. He could tell apart from that, of course, one look told people he cared about how he looked, if only for himself.<br><br>He wore black, and baggy jeans that hung off his hips. His hair was about the only thing that betrayed some style, red highlights in midnight black hair, that came down just above his shoulders.<br><br>Halfway down the hall he was already hearing about the latest snipit of gossip he barely cared about. Haley Matthews was apparently dating Eric DeWinter. He found that unlikely, people said things like that everyday, especially about him. According to someone or other, he was dating any of five or six girls, probably just because of a flirty comment, though...nobody had caught on that almost all of his comments to girls were flirty.<br><br>What could he say? He liked the excitement, emotions were fun, and having a girl throw a fit because she was attached to him for no good reason and he'd dated someone else? Priceless.<br><br>He walked to the door, and took a step into the hall. The girls, while annoying, weren't that persistent, and he had plenty of time to wander to his next class. Advanced Gym. He walked into the change room, greeted by the flashes of smiles, grins, or laughs and shout-outs. "Hey!" or a slight upward movement of the head, were the most common greetings.<br><br>He went to his locker and strated stripping off, his pants slid off when he loosened his already loose belt. He slid himself into his gym suit, something he despised, but managed to tolerate, in order to use his powers. His powers were...troublesome, fun, but troublesome. Life was easier after years of training, but as a child...he'd manage to destroy a lot of his possessions overnight, though his parents had thankfully made his room pretty much fire-proof. That meant his fun had been less...tame than with most kids, he went diving, he played with firecrackers, mostly for the amusement of his friends, and brothers, which meant they'd end up down-his pants most often, though...being completely fire-proof, meant the explosions did little more that give him a tap, which actually felt rather funny.<br><br>So while other kids had been playing doctor and cowboys and indians, or whatever they did...he'd never actually done any of those things...he was living fast and dangerous, relatively. After that...life became less...fun, and more...work, so gym became a welcome reprieve where he could actually push himself.<br><br>He noticed Eric as he finished getting dressed and walked into the training room about five mintues after he did. He was almost the last one in, and the students began to line up, waiting for the teacher to show up to begin.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 17:49:32</strong>
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				<em>Late as usual.</em> Eric turned his gray gaze briefly toward the locker room door as Uriel Walkyre walked out of it. He didn't need to keep looking, he had endured every single year of his public education stuck in the same grade and classes with the other teen. It was ironic that the best looking guy in the school was one he didn't want to look at. <br><br>To say there was bad blood between them would be an understatement. Eric placed his head to his knee as he stretch and shuttered. How close had he come to having a name like Uriel? His mother had been pursued by both of their father's at the same time. It was obvious who won but the Walkyre's where not good losers, nor it seemed where they good people. Prison was not an unfamiliar place for them. It didn't help the family relationship that the DeWinters were usually the ones who caught them and placed them there. In fact Uriel had a brother there now though Eric didn't care to remember the name or if it was grand theft or drug trafficking that had put him there. <br><br>As for the two of them, they had gotten into a fight the first day of kindergarten. It had pretty much destroyed the court yard and landed both of them in the emergency room. Thankfully most of the damage had been done to the school but Eric still had a crescent shaped scar where the pad of Uriel's palm had burned his chest just under his right shoulder. His rival had won that fight, but the blue haired teen was sure that it was only because the fight had been stopped. They stayed on opposite sides of rooms and hallways from that point on... hung out with different friends. Though the times that they did cross paths where always tense. Their personalities and gifts where almost polar opposites... Fire and Ice... hot headed and calm. <br><br>"Alright ladies and gents get in your lines and let get started." The female coach Miss Johnson blew her whistle and took her place at the head of the square. Soothing music started as she lead the class through their yoga stretches. Though her dark hair was up in a severe bun, she was a knockout... at least according to the locker room talk. Two rows back from the front Eric could appreciate the female figure, but it still wasn't enough to raise his body temperature.&nbsp; <br><br>15 minutes later coach Control... Contrell walked in blowing his whistle louder and longer than necessary. The man was former military and a gifted himself. He was actually a long time fried of Eric's father as they had served together, but it still he didn't care for the man. It was as if he was expected to follow in his dad's military footsteps or at least like his brother and go into law enforcement. But then again all gifteds where being prepped to use their 'gifts' for the benefit of the government. He really didn't know what he wanted to do with his future at this moment. At least his present was decided for him. "Alright ladies, lets see how much the jujitsu we've been working on the past few months have sunk in. I'll call partners and you can take any one of the mats on the floor. No punching, though powers can be used as long as they don't cause injury." The man began to rattle off names until he reached the only two makes left. "Eric DeWinter, Uriel Walkyre. If I have to repair the gym the two of you will be sweeping up the saw dust with a toothbrush." The whistle blew again as a signal to start but for the moment Eric could only stare at the coach as the man wisely walked to the edge of the room to observe the class.<br><br>They wanted him to fight Uriel Walkyre, the only other level 5 gifted at the school... that he knew about, a person he couldn't stand and who felt the same way about him. There was a high probability that the toothbrush threat was a valid one. Eric walked to the only remaining mat. The one that was a good 50 feet away from all the others. He turned to watch the older teen approach. The intensity in Uriel's dark brown eyes made it obvious that he wasn't happy either. What hadn't been obvious to Eric until now what that at some point his rival passed him in size. Uriel was taller than Eric's six foot frame and their uniforms left no doubt who was more muscular. The black and red haired man obviously spent time working out and had to weigh 20 to 30 pounds more than Eric.<br><br>Height, weight, muscle mass all had to be an advantage. As they got ready to face off Eric worked to calm himself. This wasn't about those things, it was about leverage and thinking... speed. On those fronts he could hold his own. You know you should thank God for gym class. Its the only 6 hours a week where you have any fashion sense. A smile curved on his lush lips, his goal was to piss his classmate off enough to either be punched, thus ending the match or to cloud his thinking and lose the advantage that his body size gave him. Either way Eric was going to let Uriel make the first move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 19:17:49</strong>
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				Uriel was pretty much the only one of his brothers that hadn't been arrested. The fact was that his family was not much into childrearing, or organization, or punishment. So a set of gifted brothers, well, the fact that they'd all ended up on the wrong end of the law was fairly easy to understand. He'd never been in trouble mostly due to his brothers, they were a messed up family, but they stuck together.<br><br>His father, well he was not much better, he wasn't in jail, at the moment, though he might as well have been, Uriel never got to see him. Victor was an absent father, but he too, had shown up just often enough to keep Uriel out of trouble.<br><br>His older brother, Jeremiah, had gotten arrested...by a DeWinter, naturally, and put away for five years for Grand Theft. The twins, the brothers just older than him had just gotten out of prison, they'd been dealing drugs, but Uriel wasn't one to judge. If there were people dumb enough to kill themselves on drugs, being a drug dealer wasn't any more morally repulsive to him than selling guns or alcohol, after all, who was he to judge what people can and can't fry their brains with.<br><br>He hadn't really been paying attention until Contrell called out his name, and, Eric's. It just had to be, after all he was the only person in school who could touch him anyway. Most people, even the other gifted students, wouldn't hit him twice if it meant they'd burn their hands doing it, and besides, most of them didn't have the strength to really hurt him even if they could stand the heat.<br><br>The warning went in one ear and out the other for him. He was smiling as he made his way over to the mat. He was going to tear DeWinter in half if he could, and at very least he was planning on making him unable to walk for a week.<br><br>He didn't need to punch him, either, kicks were perfectly legal, so his strategy was simple. He would attempt to hold off on clocking the guy, if he could, and when he had a hold, he'd break him in half. He knew he could too, he just had to catch him once to do it.<br><br>"You know you should thank God for gym class. Its the only six hours a week where you have any fashion sense," said Eric.<br><br>Uriel almost hit him right then, but instead his arms only tensed. His eyes held fire and he breathed deep after a moment trying to calm himself down, impulsive was...exciting but impractical for Jujitsu, which he hated, he was far more into their more...violent, methods of martial art.<br><br>He didn't respond to the obvious bait, and instead, he flared up, a kind of swimming fire on his hands. If the human snowball was going to make the fight long and annoying, he was going to make it just as painful.<br><br>He couldn't help but remember kindergarten. It was amazing the damage they'd done, and that was before he'd really understood what he could do. <br><br>He wasn't slow, not ponderous, but he was larger and heavier than Eric which meant he wasn't quite as fast, but he was taller, so that meant he had a larger reach. He lunged first, throwing his hands towards Eric's right shoulder, not to punch but to capture. He was expecting a quick, and meaningless counter to bring them back to the status quo, but the plan, despite the fact that he expected to fail, was to grab the shoulder with his right hand, bring his left arm around Eric's neck. From there...he could knee Eric in the ribs, which would definately mean some medical attention, though, that wasn't against the rules...just damage to the training room apparently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 01:33:23</strong>
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				Preferring the more violent types of martial arts was something that the two teens would never know they had in common. Eric had no desire to be with in grappling distance of Uriel's strong arms. The cool teen wasn't worried about being broken, both men were sturdy. Their bodies could take stress that would put a normal person in intensive care. But while they may have had an equal strength level while growing up it was obvious that the flame wielding teen had included lifting weights to improve his muscle mass. Eric was rated at a three, he was going to assume that his nemesis was on the high end of that or even a four.<br><br>The most worrying part of this was the differences in their personality. Uriel was the type to jump into a fight with glee and damn the consciousness. It was apparent in the smile on his sensual lips and the twitch in his angular jaw. Eric saw that the barb had reached it's mark but that his opponent wasn't a blundering idiot. Those large hands was obscured in a haze of fire and Eric was even more thankful for this suit. Unless those hands came in contact with this face, they would be uncomfortable but not scarring. <br><br>The first move came toward his left shoulder. Being on the receiving end of those hands, even protected was not appealing so he rolled his shoulder and twisted so that Uriel's left hand missed. There were a few more fractions of a second where the men tried to feel each other out, but the younger, smaller teen was forced to move with in reach of the fireman's long right arm. Faster than he would have thought warm arms where locked around his neck and a knee flew into his chest, not into the soft spot of his stomach but his ribs. The precious air was forced out of his lungs as his ribs flexed to their limit with out breaking. Out of reflex and self preservation Eric wrapped his arms around the assaulting leg as it began to move away. So Jujitsu only wasn't going to be followed... that was fine with him.<br><br>Being the only one with both feet on the ground, even if he wasn't exactly balanced, Eric swept his leg up under Uriel's kicking him hard hoping that they would both end up on the mat. Even more hoping that the grip around his neck would be broken or at least relaxed so that he could get away. Eric's body temperature was low at 92 degrees. His fighting partner had to be running a fever because the heat was very uncomfortable.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 01:04:20</strong>
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				Uriel let go of Eric with a surprised look, not having predicted the strategy he might use if his attempt at testing Eric's defenses failed.<br><br>He grunted as he fell back to the mat, but managed to summon the prescence of mind to grapple Eric's leg on his way down, twisting the smaller student down with him.<br><br>He was getting mad, not only because Eric had managed to put him down so quickly, but because he'd done it by accepting a knee to the chest, something he doubted would ever factor into one of his strategies.<br><br>As a result, his body flared up almost instantly, the flame spreading over his limbs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 04:25:02</strong>
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				Eric was by no means unscathed by his decision not to block the knee to his chest. His lungs felt like they were on fire even with out the added warmth of Uriel's body. As for the surprised look, the blue haired teen was facing the wrong way to see it, but everyone else did. The entire room was now watching the two not wanting to miss a second of this epic battle.<br><br>"Shouldn't we end the fight?" Miss Johnson asked as Uriel's body lit aflame. <br><br>"No. How else are we supposed to test the suits and see if they work?" Coach Contrell responded. The government really didn't care if they had to replace the entire school if their experiments worked, and he wasn't thinking about their 'gym' suits.<br><br>Eric had gotten two things that he wanted. The first was Uriel pissed enough to be out of control and the second was those warm arms from around his neck. What he didn't realize was that Uriel's entire body would catch on fire and that their gym suits wouldn't stop the flames. When they fell he had landed on top of the older teen and was in the process of rolling off as he felt the temperature increase. It was more the temperature than the fire that Eric needed to get away from. He could get heat stroke faster than a normal human and though he could lower the temperature by slowing down the speed of air molecules he could not do it while he was fighting.<br><br>Unfortunately his legs where tangled with the other teen and Uriel didn't seem to have the desire to let him go. If Uriel could pin him Eric's life would be at his mercy. This was no longer an exercise for him, but a fight for survival. Let me go. He demanded as he gathered water vapor in the air and began to super cool it for an ice blast. If the red and black haired teen let Eric go, then Eric would jump to his feet and take a protective stance. If Uriel continued the fight, then the younger, smaller man would direct the blast into his opponent's face.<br><br>ooc: we can continue it until it strikes our fancy to stop. I don't mind Uriel getting the upper hand then the coaches using water from a fire hose to stop the fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 00:05:28</strong>
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				Uriel's fire just kept spreading though his suit seemed unaffected by the high temperature. Soon enough he was burning blue, and the other students had all stopped to watch.<br><br>He barely registered Eric's demand and only got a better grip, giving him another quick knee to the ribs before pinning him down while stradding him. Unfortunately he'd let the pure joy at getting to hurt Eric cloud his thinking, and so as his flame kept burning brighter, he brought up his hand ready to drig his firey fingers into Eric's face and see if he couldn't give him another scar.<br><br>He really didn't hate Eric as much as some people though, but his personality, his very nature was...passionate, and he'd long believed that Eric hated him. For him, the combat, was fun, a joyous passion, the goading gave him fury to fuel it, and soon enough the floor was groaning in protest of the heat, and the other students, though some distance away, were backing up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 02:48:42</strong>
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				Eric had never hated Uriel. Just the old adage about the rotten apple and how far it falls from the tree. Both of their families where gifted, but the Walkyre just seemed to waste it. However at the moment Eric was absolutely terrified. Their power's worked differently Uriel could still move with his power full blast. Eric could survive in subzero temperatures... he could even move in it, but he couldn't ice his body or put ice on his body because ice wasn't flexible.<br><br>Tough his skin wasn't burning because of the protective suit, the heat coming from his opponents body made him feel sick and dizzy. The ice blast that was ready in his hand failed as he moved to swing. Uriel used that momentum to once more bring a hot leg up into Eric's already tender chest. They came to rest with the older teen sitting on that bruised chest with Eric's arms pinned by his sides. His gray eyes looked up, pleading that Uriel didn't hit him in his unprotected face with that blue hot hand. At least he was already sliding into unconsciousness, sweet was pouring off his body trying to cool it down. He wouldn't feel the pain.<br><br>Just as he slipped into blackness something cold, refreshing, but hard hit them from the side. It was about 70 degrees by the feel of it, it had to be shockingly cold for Uriel, but it wasn't soon enough to keep Eric from passing out. Coach Johnson had blasted the two of them with the emergency fire hose. The water pressure was enough to knock a normal man off his feet. She doubted it would be able to knock Uriel over but at least it would put Uriel out and slow him down before he did something that he would regret and injure or kill Eric.<br><br>"What did you do that for?" Contrell asked angrily, but most of the kids where too far away to hear it or even understand exactly what they were talking about.<br><br>"You disgust me." The beautiful woman whispered, then ran to the mat to make sure the two teens where ok.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 21:08:09</strong>
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				Uriel only realized he was hesitating when the water hit him. He was too disoriented to stay in place and he rolled away from the cold stream to dry safety a few metres away.<br><br>As soon as he stopped moving, he started steaming, water evaporating from his skin and suit almost instantly. The relief was immense and he calmed down right away, his fury forgotten with the correction of his latest problem.<br><br>He stop slowly, and predictably, a crowd of girls had swarmed Eric, a smaller, and more...abnormal group heading towards him, girls with black nail-polish and red lipstick or who got 'hot' for the dangerous one.<br><br>He was interested in either group, and walked back towards Eric.<br><br>Seeing him unconscious made Uriel realize that he'd completely lost his temper. It was all Eric's fault, or he explained it to himself that way, as eric had to know that he wasn't stable when he got angry.<br><br>Cantrell and most of the guys had stayed put, some of them annoyed at the seeming showy nature of the fight and the others laughing and giving him silent encouragement, the coach seemed, neutral, but Uriel knew he had wanted to see the end of it.<br><br>Uriel gave an indignant grunt and walked away, after looking down at Eric a moment before the school's medics got him on a stretcher. They'd take him to the infirmary, and Uriel, after changing would go too. He doubted anyone would stop him, despite the hours left in Ad.Gym. He seemed calm again, as he got dressed and stuck his hands in his pockets to head down to the infirmary, but really he was just annoyed and a little angry. He had never wanted to scar Eric, and he was glad that he'd been stopped, but once again he'd shown that he was just like his brothers, but for a criminal record, and as much as he over then he didn't really want to be like them.<br><br>He walked slowly to the infirmary. He knew that the pang of horror he'd felt at what he'd considered doing was not about the brutality of it, it was about Eric. It scared him that he cared at all, let alone for Eric's looks. His trip to the infirmary was just to see that Eric was going to be ok, he wasn't going to be kissing ass, or anything, just making sure Eric wasn't going to be crippled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 00:39:20</strong>
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				The scene wasn't chaos, but for Coach Johnson it could not have been devastatingly slower. She spared a quick glance at Uriel who seemed to be recovering, but Eric hadn't moved. She felt his face and it was warm. The few times that she had touched the teen before this moment he felt cold. Now his hands and his face were warmer than her own. She sent one of the girls to the infirmary to let them know they needed an ice bath. The medical personal that was always on stand by had the stretcher there only seconds after the girl disappeared, her speed making it look almost like she vanished. Not a word was said as they put his limp body on the stretcher and walked him out, only running after the door to the gym was shut.<br><br>No one else in the gym understood that the teen was in fact close to dying. For a normal human a temperature of 104 could be fatal. Eric had a lower core temperature than anyone else. 104 temperature to him was like a 110 and that was fatal. She had never seen Uriel go into full body flame or glow blue, but that with the combination of them being so close had raised Eric's body temperature at least enough to make him pass out.<br><br>In the medical center only a short distance from the gym, the doctor and staff worked quickly to peal Eric out of his uniform. There was no cutting it. It took far stronger lasers than what they had access to for that. After laying him in a tub of ice then dumping more on him, then then began to take his vitals. His temperature had reached 101. 9 degrees higher. 6 degrees was fatal to humans. They placed an oxygen tube at his nose and a heart monitor, but the rest was just waiting.<br><br>"That was something we've never seen before." Cantrell stated, waiting for her in the room just outside the medical facility... the school's waiting room. The old man seemed pleased with Uriel's display.<br><br>"What the fuck is a matter with you? Eric could die and your happy that Uriel displayed something new?" The woman was livid almost to the point she couldn't talk. <br><br>"The two of them are why this program exists. Our bosses are looking for progress and its progress so yes I am happy. If you value your job you'll keep your mouth shut and be happy too." He threatened.<br><br>"They're just kids." She stated as Uriel opened the door from the hallway and came in.<br><br>"Yeah but their not YOUR kids." The old coach growled at her and then left through the same door. <br><br>The woman closed her eyes to regain her composer and then smiled at Uriel when she opened them. "Eric will be alright. He's just sleeping." She lied, but technically one could consider a coma sleeping. "We need to give you a physical, take your vitals and make sure you're ok too. Follow me." She hoped he wouldn't ask questions and just go along, but Uriel's personality matched his gift... it packed a punch.<br><br>In the next room, where they would have to go, if Uriel followed. The blue haired teen that Uriel thought of as Snowball as getting better. His temperature was going back down. At that moment he only had a slight fever. His skin was no longer flushed and his heart rate was normal. The only thing that they could do was wait for him to wake up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 01:15:44</strong>
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				Uriel knew what she would find hen he followed Coach Johnson. She'd find that his heartrate was quick, but normal for him, he was running at his normal hundred and five degrees, and he was in his usual perfect physical condition.<br><br>He only delayed a moment anas he did he shot Cantrell a bored look. He then followed the Coach into the room and shut the door.<br><br>He sat on the examining table and rolled up his sleeve as she started taking his vitals. She wasn't saying anything, perhaps the fact that he hadn't shown relief at hearing that Eric would survive had made her reconsider his reason for visiting.<br><br>The fact was, he'd never wanted it to go that far. He'd intended to bruise Eric, and maybe give him some heat, but he hadn't ever poured out so much heat at once. He wasn't feeling as drained as he might've, though he'd been working on his skill for a long time, and he hadn't even had to make the flame really travel.<br><br>He remained silent as Coach Johnson looked him over.<br><br>He really felt like begging for forgiveness, despite his self-justifications. He'd always felt things severely so...the fact that he was an asshole had hit him with more force than most other things.<br><br>If it had been anyone but Eric the lack of challenge might've let him ease off, but as deep as his moods were, they didn't shift suddenly, except, apparently, through pain, though he could understand that.<br><br>Coach Johnson didn't find anything, because...while the water was painful while he was burning hot, it wasn't freezing and hadn't pushed him below normal enough for him to notice.<br><br>The fact that he had gone cold once, and so, knew his limits, meant that he only felt worse about pushing Eric past his.<br><br>He couldn't really care though, not outwardly, it was necessary that he not show his enemy that he felt anything but rage. As far as most knew his moods were either disinterested or furious, with very small and subtle occurences of anything else.<br><br>He sat quietly while Coach Johnson wrote down her findings on his chart.<br><br>His mind was elsewhere, though, on Eric. He couldn't have felt worse, except perhaps if he'd actually scarred Eric again. He couldn't forgive himself for the attempt, after all, he had secrets even he didn't know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 04:07:44</strong>
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				Coach Johnson couldn't imagine what was going on in Uriel's head. She knew that he didn't have the home life that someone of his gift should have. It was hard enough to deal with the fact that you were different from most of the population, but to have family in and out of jail all the time wasn't exactly a stable emotional foundation. One had to be tough to get by. Of course the teen could have just reported for the monitoring they were all used to. If he was feeling bad she wasn't going to make it worse. <br><br>"Take the rest of the day off. Do you have a way home?" She asked, giving him a genuine smile. Though she was over 10 years older than him and he was a student, it didn't mean she couldn't take pleasure in looking. <br><br>Across the room Eric moaned. Actually he thought he was talking, demanding that the hideous beeping noise stop while he was trying to sleep. He was cold, which to him wasn't uncomfortable by why he needed to be sitting in ice water that was 32 degrees was beyond ridiculous. They had done those experiments in kindergarten. Each breath hurt. He remembered Uriel kneeing him in the chest and sitting on top of him but he couldn't keep the places straight or the time. Was it past or future. The face kept switching between young and older though that long black and red hair hair stayed the same.<br><br>The beeping hurt his head, which felt like it was stuffed with cotton... over stuffed and pulsing. His finger was throbbing where the monitor was put on too tight in the rush to do bring his temperature down. Something tickled his nose too, but he still wasn't thinking fast enough to figure out why someone would make him so uncomfortable. He flicked the monitor off his hand and pulled the air hose off his face. This of course made the alarms on the machines go off which only made his head hurt worse. <br><br>The doctor came running in just in time to try to make Eric lay back in the ice, but the strong teen didn't want to lay down. The movement thus far had made him dizzy and he sure as hell wasn't going to throw up on himself. He forced his abs to contract and his bruised chest to twist and then spewed over the side of the ice tub. His sounds where a mixture of grunts, moans and sharp intakes of air as his stomach emptied of its contents. At least someone was holding his hair back so he wasn't left with anything gross on him. After a few minutes he leaned back in the tub, the bruising on his chest standing out against his pale skin. It was also obvious that he now lacked clothing with only ice protecting his modesty. But of course Eric didn't really care about the state of his modesty at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 08:30:55</strong>
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				"Yeah," said Eric getting a bit closer to Coach Johnson. He knew she was looking and he got a tinge of passion for the pursuit of an older woman. He was about to come-on to her when Eric moaned, and be, and the coach rushed back to him.<br><br>Uriel was certain they had 't wanted him seeing Eric up close, but Uriel got close anyway, looking sown at the very naked, very wet, DeWinter. He felt like helping somehow but he couldn't and he bit his lip to keep from saying anything before turning to walk away.<br><br>How much easier was it for his brothers without his extreme moods? Doing something wrong, hurting people usually affected him worse afterwards, if he really couldn't justify it to himself, and, while Eric had been an ass, he hadn't meant to drive Uriel so far.<br><br>He saw someone adding more ice, from the corner of his eye, and he shivered.<br><br>He wanted to spin back around and begin a penance of sorts, but instead he just swallowed hard and started walking away. The Walkyres had not use for a bleeding heart and he was determined, through all his internal problems to be strong, his brothers, jail or no, were at least counting on him for that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 20:20:50</strong>
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				When he next woke it was to the buzzing of his alarm clock. He was naked underneath his sheets. Who ever got him home and in bed in this state could very well remain a mystery to him. Though he still felt a little ill and could probably convince his parents to let him stay at home he felt it better to go to school so other people could see that he was ok. Though he wouldn't admit it, He wanted to see if Uriel was alright. The other teen could last a while in freezing weather because of his hot nature (he knew because he had been the one to make the room cold for that test), but a sudden temperature change couldn't have been comfortable. <br><br>He wasn't looking forward to being the kid who got his ass kicked. Uriel would be a hero to some... ok most. But he didn't want anyone to think that the hot head had actually killed him. It was strange that he wasn't pissed off... it was training... it happens. Still he didn't want to be in arms reach of the man again... ever. Fighting had never been Eric's enjoyment. It was something that the training program forced him to do. A match up that was just as much a matter of the mind as it was physical ability was almost a sexual rush. But almost being killed, even by the sexiest man in school, was not.<br><br>He closed his eyes and let the image of his heterosexual nemesis, fill his mind... not in what Uriel normally wore to school, but in the locker rooms where he had to take off his shirt to reveal a finely sculpted chest or their uniforms that actually showed the shape of his ass. For Eric the only benefit to those hideous looking things was the shape of Uriel's ass. As he slipped on a shirt the pain in his chest brought him out of his little daydream. It reminded him of how useless that his powers really where... so he could keep ice cream from melting on a summer day... but dealing with fire right on top of him... he choked. He didn't know if it was Uriel's temperature that melted the ice blast forming in his hand or if he simply lacked the balls to do it. Regardless they were 2/0 in Uriel's favor. <br><br>At school he was sitting on top of a picnic table. His gray eyes emphasized with eyeliner. He had no clue how this failed to let all the girls fawning over him know that he was gay... he sure as hell wasn't in a rock band. But they wanted to provide him cover he was willing to accept it. He was wearing a tight purple t-shirt. It wasn't until he got to school to realize that it probably wasn't the best choice but what could he do? Black, blue and purple where practically the only colors in his wardrobe. So far the worst he had to deal with was smirking stares from guys he didn't know or that were Uriel's friends and wince on the occasions where the girls that were pampering him got a little to ambitious with their touching. Putting his arms around his pretty harem was usually enough to make the guys shut up. <br><br>What wouldn't shut up was his mind... and his topic of pondering... Uriel.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 01:49:28</strong>
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				Uriel had done something he hadn't done in years. He'd taken a cold shower. The fact was that the icy water that normal people would find uncomfortable, that might even give them a 'chill' would rapidly give him severe hypothermia.<br><br>He'd done it before, nearly killed himself each time. It wasn't that he was suicidal, but when he was...ashamed...he became...self destructive. Anger, as it turned out, kept him alive, by directing his emotional outbursts on something or someone, instead of himself, or on his own life.<br><br>After what he'd done...well, he really couldn't take it. He wanted to apolagize, but he couldn't walk up to Eric and be cursed, or damned, something he'd fully expect from his nemesis, and believed he deserved.<br><br>He showed up to school in his usual outfit, but his appearence forestalled the congratulations and adolation many students had been intending to give him.<br><br>He was pale, washed out, and wearing gloves and an insulated jumpsuit.<br><br>If it wasn't for Eric he wouldn't have come back, he needed to see, and know that&nbsp; he wasn't a murderer, that he hadn't crippled Eric, or done any of a million things he knew were all he was good for, pain and death. His brothers at least had the honour of being in control, but his power, and therefore his moods were beyond them by a mile.<br><br>Eric was alive, some his approach to the school confirmed as he spotted the youth on a picnic table.<br><br>He shivvered and turned away, heading straight for the school building. He couldn't face Eric. He'd never been able to, he knew he'd just do something he'd regret, and if Eric goaded him again...or worse, condemned him, he wouldn't be able to avoid what might've happened the previous day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 22:25:34</strong>
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				It wasn't like they could be friends. Not even as youth did they stand a chance. Their brother's were always fighting probably because their father's was always badmouthing the other. Strangely even though they had never been poor the Walkyres were considered to be from the wrong side of the tracks, then again most of their money wasn't earned from legal avenues. The DeWinter's on the other hand were seen as the darlings of society. They had wealth and social standing. Eric couldn't count the number of times he had literally been the ice machine at a charity event. <br><br>So it was unknowingly sad that either young man didn't know that the reason either one of them was at school today was for the other. Eric felt like shit (but thankfully didn't look it.) The gray eyed teen still had a headache that made him want to crawl back in bed, but he hadn't wanted Uriel to feel guilty about what had happened. They were both still learning and evolving. There was bound to be some danger involved, better they be pushed to their limits now where there was a coach to spray them with a fire hose than out in the real world where someone would have ended up dead. It wouldn't have been&nbsp; <br><br>As of thinking of the devil conjured him, he spotted the black and red of his rival's hair just before locking in on the face of his dreams... both erotic and nightmares. Normally they could stand being in proximity of each other, but the older teen turned with out even making eye contact to head into a building. <em>What the hell was wrong with him?</em> Then again Uriel normally held some sort of 'i'm a bad ass' scowl on his handsome face. It made him look dangerous. It made Eric's stomach flutter just like every other female's did on campus. <br><br>A few hours later Eric walked into Chemistry class. As the bell rang it was clear that two people where absent today... his lab partner and Uriel's lab partner were no where to be found. Mr. Vaughn never let anyone do labs alone, even if the teacher had to participate in the lab himself. <br><br>"Today is the start of your science projects for the science fair. You work in teams. DeWinter move back to Walkyre's desk." The man said with out even batting an eye, apparently he hadn't heard that Uriel had nearly killed Eric the day before or simply didn't care. "You're seniors in high school, I expect the project to reflect that... you have three weeks to turn the project in. You may begin." The teacher then sat himself behind his desk with a science magazine and began to read it.<br><br>Eric picked up his books and moved them back to Uriel's station. We are the effing science projects. That alone should get us exempt from this. He looked at Uriel and shrugged, smiling slightly. On the bright side we don't have to worry about blowing ourselves up with propane since you're a human Bunsen burner. The 17 year old was certain it would either get him a fierce scowl or perhaps another beating. He didn't really need to make it to his 18th birthday in a couple weeks anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 23:13:27</strong>
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				Uriel would probably have used Eric's face to make a dent in the table were it another day, he knew it too, but as it was he actually saw the humor in it. Normally he was too, emotional to take being compared to a bunsen burner as a joke, but after nearly killing Eric the previous day, he found it tragically comic, and so he laughed.<br><br>He didn't say anything at first, nobody was staring there was talking and laughing going all over, and he wasn't the humorless type, he was often more sensitive to humor than others, but he'd never thought he'd laugh at something Eric DeWinter said.<br><br>He put his hand palm-up on the table. With the colour returning to his face a flame shot up there, five inches high and a couple thick.<br><br>"Ok," he said, "but you're doing the math."<br><br>He didn't say anything else as he closed his hand. Even if he was a human Bunsen burner there was work to be done. He wasn't a bad student, but he did find studying, and math, boring. He didn't mind reading, often stories were captivating, but numbers to him seemed cold, and lifeless.<br><br>He was about the only one in the class who didn't have the wear gloves or goggles. Chemical burns didn't hurt him either, and an explosion wouldn't even phase him.<br><br>"So...what're we doing?" he asked, not wanting to spoil the mood. He was an asshole when he was mad, but Eric was being...nice...he guessed, or maybe he always had been, and he was an asshole even when he wasn't mad. Either way, if Eric was civil, he was determined to be at least the same, if he could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 21:52:37</strong>
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				Erik could not ever recall single time that he had seen Uriel smile. The upturned corners of that sensual mouth nearly took his breath away. For a moment he lost all train of thought along with his memory to breathe. At least it seemed that the fireball was as unsure as he was, even if for different reasons, so the time it took for the 17 year old to recover was about equal to the time the older teen decided the joke was ok and gave everyone a demonstration of a sustainable flame... by far a simple trick.<br><br>Obviously. He gave a cheeky grin and winked. Pushing his luck... he knew it. But a smile on such a kissable mouth was so worth it... if it worked. Now he wasn't certain if his wink had been 'i'm joking dude' or if he was flirting. If it was the latter then the coma he had been in yesterday had definitely affected brain. Uriel wasn't gay. There were far too many witnesses of steamy lip locks with girls on campus and as one who faked it knew, even if you were hiding... lip locks didn't get steamy unless you meant it. So even though his nemesis turned lab partner had the best body in school. Erik had never allowed himself to 'go there' in his mind and he had seen every part of Uriel's bare body except for the prize.<br><br>Why not us? The question and the answer sounded like a delightfully dirty suggestion to Erik gutter tripping mind. For pretense he opened up his notebook to an empty page and picked up a pen... all to look away from the guy with red and black hair and intense brown eyes. We endure the school's tests all the time. Why don't we make our own hypothesizes and see if they are true. My mom is using her lab at work until almost sundown for some secret project so the lab at our house is free. He said it casually as if there was a lab that two teens with superhuman powers could work and not damage anything in every house hold. Then it dawned on him that he just invited Uriel to his house. He couldn't look up and face what those dark eyes and beautiful face was thinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 02:00:20</strong>
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				Uriel was actually surprised at how instantly friendly Eric had become, it was as though he'd just been waiting for one friendly remark to open up. Uriel wasn't sure how to interpret the wink, so he didn't instead just laughing at Eric's witty retort, and listening to his diatribe/proposal. Eric seemed more cynical, more pessimistic, than he'd ever been, maybe it was just because he enjoyed the testing and the trials, they were fun, at least, most of the time.<br><br>He'd thought at first he was only talking to him to share some kind of sarcastic dislike for the system, maybe he was wrong...but he wasn't going to overthink it. If Eric wanted to forget what had happened, he was willing, and if he wanted to be friendly, fine.<br><br>"Alright," he said, "but if it involves a fire-hose...I'm gone," he laughed.<br><br>"Besides..." he added, glancing over his shoulder at pairs of girls in the back who giggled and waved, "at least I'll be able to honestly say I'm busy..."<br><br>He was glad at least they'd be working at Eric's house, he didn't have a record, and despite the bad-blood between their families, he imagined he'd fair better at the DeWinter place than a DeWinter would at the Walkyre household.<br><br>He laughed, and got out his textbook, if they were doing experiments, the least he could do was markdown the parts about gifted people in book, after all, most parts on level-fives were all theory, so they actually could do some real research, hell, if they were lucky, they could actually place in the science fair.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 18:43:24</strong>
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				While Erik didn't know exactly how many other people rated as high on the power scale as he and Uriel he guessed that it could be counted on two hands or less. Uriel was the only other level 5 that he knew of. The other teen just happened to be a couple of months older then him and live in the same area. They had known each other since they were five yet hadn't been able to be friends. His brothers where going to blow blood vessel to know that a Walkyre had been in their household, especially the one who only the day before almost killed their little brother. To them Uriel was just as bad as the others... he just hadn't been caught yet.<br><br>The blue haired teen looked back to the girls and gave them a wink... a flirty one. The he looked back to his handsome lab partner. "I didn't think you were the guy who could have too many girl problems" He smiled and closed his book. Erik wasn't happy about the tests. They were being taught how to fight and seeing how they affect different materials, how they functioned at different temperatures. It felt like he was being pushed toward the military with out consideration of what he wanted. And it was that way at home too. Unlike Uriel, Erik couldn't go home and relax. Most of the time he was participating in more experiments. Sure his parents loved him he didn't doubt that, but it didn't matter to them if he didn't want to do something or wanted to feel normal. 'He was gifted and had to meet expectations beyond normal people.' At 17 the only part of his life he controlled was his dreams.<br><br>"Hey do you want to go now? Control class is after lunch. We should be able to get the science project to count for that class until its over." It was doubtful that any of that staff really wanted to get close to Uriel anyway. They were always a bit skittish of the two of them, always wondering when one of the teens would go beyond what they could handle. As evident in their science book there wasn't much know about them. It was debatable if they could still be considered human. We can relax with out your harem over pizza and make our plans. Plus his brother's weren't home and usually avoided the lab. Sneak Uriel in while they weren't there and out while they weren't looking. It was as close to perfect as he could get.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 19:08:42</strong>
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				Erik's comment about girl problems made Uriel laugh again. He wondered just how Erik failed to have the same problem he did. Maybe he just didn't date that much, he'd never heard of him going out with anyone, really going out...being spotted with someone at the movies, just in the halls.<br><br>He didn't respond to the girl problems comment, letting it pass, he had them...mostly ones concerning girls who failed to realize just how serious he was when he broke up with them, hell, half of them respected him for dumping them or standing them up, he wasn't sure why, something about maturity and waiting for the right one, but it turned out that way, and it could get tiresome pretty quickly.<br><br>"Sure," he said. He wouldn't have had a problem skipping out even if they weren't allowed, the school wouldn't punish him unless he did often enough to impact their plans for his life, whatever those were. He'd never minded the pushing, it always just fed his habit for excitement.<br><br>"I've got to change, though," he said, looking down at his clothes, "I've got a set in my gym locker."<br><br>He wanted to at least be comfortable, if they were going to be doing some testing, naturally their concepts would need some preliminary work, even if just to make sure that what they wanted to try was possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 03:16:45</strong>
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				Was there ever a perfect cover up? If one looked closely that would see that the only time Erik 'went out' with a girl was if there was an entire group of people. His contact at school was enough to keep those less astute from questioning.&nbsp; Not that there was anything wrong with being openly gay. Many now did it with out any stigma, but those people didn't the same expectations that Erik had hanging over his head. Not to mention it was awkward with your brother's were listing off names of girls they fucked that week and he would have to chime in with the names of guys... They would make his life hell. <br><br>At the mention of changing cloths the black and blue haired teen allowed a look up and down his new friends body before shrugging. Yeah sure... I'm not in a rush. He tried to look like it didn't matter to him, but there was no way he was going to miss Uriel changing in the locker room. Since they had gym together it wasn't like he was being perverted by going with him. Since they had two cars the other teen had to follow them. At least one time he was going to use the necessity to his advantage and actually allow him self to enjoy the view.<br><br>They walk to the gym was uneventful.&nbsp; Once they were inside though it was apparent that Uriel had indeed done damage to the gym because the floor was being replaced. The bad part about it was that it seemed class would held tomorrow as scheduled. After they entered the locker room Erik took a seat on the bench and waited for the show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 03:49:55</strong>
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				Uriel almost laughed when he saw the floor being replaced. He hadn't really known how hot he was burning, but apparently it was over the tolerence for even the gym, which was saying something. If Erik had stayed conscious...he wondered how long it would've been until everyone inside was roasted alive. Not a pleasant thought, but there were times he was thankful for someone with a hose being around, especially his brothers, and they loved that hose.<br><br>He made his way over, with Erik to his locker, and peeled out of his clothes pretty quickly, leaving him in his underwear while he opened the locker door and pulled put his usual, more loose attire.<br><br>He pulled off his underwear, leaving his body exposed completely, and stretched out his back before pulling on his t-shirt and grabbing a pair of boxers out of the locker. He pulled them on, covering his large manhood as he did so, it was a source of envy for some guys he knew, and he wouldn't mention it, but he doubted if Eric had that problem, gossip was a bitch, and that sort of thing had a way of getting around. He'd never heard of one of Eric's date's complaining, or the girls he was said to be dating.<br><br>"Look," he said, pulling on his pants, "yesterday...I didn't mean to go that far...but I'm not...very smart when I'm angry, alright?" he said, "even so...I'm sorry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 04:02:55</strong>
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				<em>Sweet heavens</em> Erik thought he was going to overheat and pass out again. It took phenomenal effort to keep his blood from pooling in his southern most brain. As it was he had to lick his dry lips and was thankful that Uriel's well formed back was toward him at that moment. In the past his new friend was off limits to his lustful thinking, but to have such a body so close to him while they were alone was just too much for his mind not to go there.<br><br>He could have drooled as the pants slid over such a succulent ass. The older teen didn't need to remove his underwear for Erik to know that he would love to drum a beat on those cheeks just to watch them jiggle. Not that he was experienced, actually as a virgin he had no experience... but damn what he could think to do if he got the chance.<br><br>Then as to torment him further, Uriel took off the last remaining cloth that protected his modesty from the gay teen's eyes. When he stretched his long, lean body it gave Erik a wonderful view of his seeming large endowment. While the rumors of Erik's sex life was just girls trying to appear important and make each other jealous, the cool blooded man was very pleased with the genitalia that god gave him. And what go gave him was beginning to swell. Thankfully he had his laptop in his hand so he placed it over his lap. He kept his focus straight a head and not directly at Uriel until the other teen spoke. <br><br>"It's not a problem man. You learned a new trick right?" He laughed. For him the problem hadn't been that Uriel had nearly killed him, it had been in his lack of ability to handle the situation. "There's no need to be sorry. So the adults were a little freaked. No one has had to deal with what we do. Not even our brothers. So its all cool." At least it was now that the black and red haired teen was putting his cloths back on, but now the knowledge of what was under those cloths would never be lost. Erik wouldn't have to jack of to porn magazines tonight.<br><br>Once Uriel was dressed Erik stood, keeping the laptop in front of his tight jeans. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 04:20:21</strong>
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				"New trick?" he said, confused, but then realized what Erik meant, "oh..." he said, "I suppose, yeah..."<br><br>He'd almost killed Erik, and he'd barely been able to forgive himself...Erik was just letting him off? It seemed wrong somehow, but he couldn't really focus on that.<br><br>He pulled on a shirt, and closed his locker, snapping the lock shut, and getting ready to go.<br><br>"I'm pretty sure Contrell would've let me take your face off," he said, in response to Erik's saying that the adults had been freaked, "think Coach Johnson likes you?" he asked, laughing a little. He was trying to lighten the mood, though the darkness was purely his, he was sure. He'd been low since he'd seen Erik the previous day, unconscious, and being taken away.<br><br>He didn't wait for an answer, and walked to the exit, turning toward the parking lot. They'd be able to talk at Erik's house anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 04:51:46</strong>
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				All too soon the slightly older and larger teen had finished dressing but at least the embarrassing evidence that Erik had liked watching too much had been covered up. "Yeah." He agreed a little uncomfortably in response to the fact that the head coach would have allowed Uriel to kill him if it hadn't been for Ms Johnson. "What can I say... I'm a good looking, charming and sensitive guy." They exited the building into the bright light of the midday into the parking lot. <br><br>Both went to their own cars. Erik waited at the entrance of the school to make sure Uriel was behind him and then instructed the car for home. They drove to the outskirts of town, turned into a rich neighborhood and then after going through it reached a gated driveway with 10 foot high stone walls stretching out in either direction. <br><br>The gates opened long enough for both cars to go through. there was a winding drive before the land opened up to a huge yard. The house was huge, definitely in the mansion category. The garage alone could hold at least 6 cars. Though Erik did not stop at the house, but drove around to the building behind it. It alone was the size of a large multistory house. This was the lab. A place where he spent most of his son/mother time being her guinea pig. It was the part of being gifted that he hated. <br><br>Once they were both out of the cars he flashed a grin to Uriel. Welcome to the DeWinter compound. He laughed, though it was more of a scoff. But the attitude was brief. A second later his smile seemed genuine. This here is the lab. We'll have the run of the place for a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:13:00</strong>
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				Uriel looked around in amazement, not at the size of the place, but that Erik had a lab next to his house, of such...proportion, and it seemed amazingly well equipped.<br><br>"Can't say I'm not impressed," he said, opening the door and putting his bag on a table, and sitting down. He had other things on his mind, though, more about his own specific interests than the project at hand, but his mind tended to do that, and he'd been considering something the whole way over.<br><br>"Listen," he said, looking Erik in the eyes, "I don't really care why we've been fighting all along, or at least, I don't care why we were supposed to be fighting all along, but if yesterday told me anything its that I'm not normal, body or mind, and I think we, or maybe just me...if you don't understand what I'm talking about, but I think we need to figure out how we are...mentally, because I know I can't control myself sometimes...and all the relationships...its all so fucked up, I don't even know if I actually am anyone at all, or just a beast."<br><br>He looked down when he finished his speech, wondering if Erik knew what he meant, Erik clearly didn't have his moods, or his anger, but he'd thought...there was something there that he didn't show to people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 00:28:21</strong>
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				Erik was nervous. Though he wasn't one hundred percent sure why. It wasn't like he was taking Uriel to his room, yet there was some hope that the other teen would like being here. It was a relief when they walked in and the other teen seemed impressed but there seemed to be something else on his mind. He sat down in a chair that was facing his new friend with a look of concern. <br><br>At first it seemed a simple matter of stating the same thing that he himself had thought about. Why were they fighting?... or at least not trying to become friends. With the exception of that fight when they first started school... which Erik suspected that one of Uriel's brothers had encouraged him on... they hadn't been in any other fisticuffs, just a verbal jab here and there. The rest of the words made sense too. Uriel seemed to have a hair trigger temper, but for Erik it was far different... more self destructive. <br><br>Leaning forward he put his hand on Uriel's knee. There was no rubbing or suggestive touching. Just a friend trying to comfort another, though he couldn't help but to think the other teen had a warmth that would be nice to cuddle against. "It's not just you. I don't feel stable either. But you are someone...." He reached his hand up under Uriel's chin and applied light pressure to encourage the other teen to look into his gray-blue eyes. "We both are. You can't compare yourself to what is normal for other people. There's no one else like us." If there was one thing that Erik refused... it was to feel like a freak, at least when he wasn't feeling suicidal. <br><br>Not wanting to push Uriel's tolerance of being touched too much or maybe it was to keep hiding the fact that he was gay, Erik leaned back in his chair. "I have been thinking that our personalities have the same attributes as our powers. Fire is passionate and quick. Cold is aloof and slow. I could probably pisses you off by insulting your eyelashes..." Not that there was anything long with those long thick black rows of hair that framed those brown eyes and had no need of mascara. "Though you've beat the hell out of me twice and I can't even muster a cell in my body to dislike you much less be angry." No... he was upset with himself. The failing was on his side. It was his turn to look down. He should have smiled in amusement yet he felt himself sliding into his personal wasteland where it was hard to be moved by anything at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 01:03:48</strong>
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				Uriel wasn't sure why but when Erik leaned back, he felt less secure, a little bit of anger too, just a little, at Erik, though not for touching him, but instead for taking the cool and calming touch away. That very thought unnerved him a little, but made an effort to regain his composure at least.<br><br>He wasn't sure why, but reaching out physically was tough for him, so he only tried to match what Erik had done, not sure if he was going to far.<br><br>He put his hand on Erik's leg, and his other at Erik's neck, coaxing his head back up.<br><br>"Look," he said, "I have serial relationships with girls I don't care about and loads, and loads, of fun, but meaningless sex..."<br><br>He was actually amazed that he'd gotten it all out like that...everything that was wrong with him in one sentance, the symptom of his power.<br><br>"You don't hate," he said, "and I only hate...hell, for me...its fun to hate, I enjoyed what I did, and I'd probably enjoy beating you again right now if you did...insult my eyelashes..., but the fact is...I don't want to, I want to like you, like a normal person" he admitted, "I want to be like everyone else, and despise the thought of beating someone I don't hate, or even dislike."<br><br>He moved the hand on Erik's leg to Eric's shoulder, trying to figure out how to get out what came next.<br><br>"That why...I did it all," he said, "I figured...maybe if I found someone to love...someone I loved...or at least cared for...that I wouldn't be able to hate them...but I guess I never really gave them a chance...I just hoped that controlling whatever it is makes my mind the way it is, would be the same as my fire..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 05:20:27</strong>
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				If Uriel Walkyre wanted to touch him then Erik DeWinter was not going to push his hands away, though the touching was most likely appreciated by the gay teen in a much different way. He did look up into those intense brown eyes. The chill over his emotions definitely beginning to thaw. His entire body was starting to tingle starting from the two points where those hot hands where touching his body. Of course having Uriel mention 'fun, but meaningless sex.' was something his teenage brain spun on. The last thing he needed was to get another hard on... one he couldn't hind. It was so damn hard when such a beautiful pair of lips was barely 6 inches away from his...<br><br>He blinked and swallowed, briefly picturing Coach Contrell naked. Now was not the time for his brain to get deviant, especially with a man who just confessed to having fun hating. When Uriel was through, Erik placed a hand on top of the one on his shoulder. In part a comfort gesture, but mainly because he liked the feel of the other man touching him. "You felt bad for hurting me, that's not someone who hates. We're still learning, growing, changing and we've got the normal teenage hormones on top of that control issues are going to happen. Forgive yourself and lets move on."<br><br>It was hard to understand why he felt so comfortable with this situation... both of them touching each other for an extended period of time in a nonsexual way. Erik lifted a hand to Uriel's face and tucked the man's hair behind his ear before dropping his hand again. "Maybe you need a friend who understands what it is like to be a theory according our science book rather than a girlfriend who no matter how hard you try you still feel lonely around." Erik knew what it was like to be lonely. He had a well practiced smile and knew all the words other people wanted to hear to prove it.<br><br>"Though I wouldn't give up the sex if I were you. If you're this much of an ass and you're getting laid, I don't want to see how cranky you get with out it." He smiled, a genuine one this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 05:34:52</strong>
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				"I don't know," he said, letting his hands slip away from Erik, feeling slightly angry again, though this time, at himself, for just touching the cool boy was comfortable, not like his cold-showers, but more like a luke-warm water, it felt cool to him like a nice breeze did to normal people.<br><br>"Sex has never really worked as stress relief for me," he said, "though that may just be because I'm a bit more...active than most people."<br><br>He laughed, and stood up, walking over to his bag, to unpack his books. He wasn't sure why he'd said that, admitted that he liked have hot sweaty, marathon sex...not in so many words, but Erik could read between the lines right? Why did it seem wrong to even mention it. Erik didn't really agree whenever he talked about girls, or sex...maybe he wasn't interested? Did he have a girlfriend? Out of the game as it were?<br><br>He turned back to Erik, leaning his back against on the lab tables, and hooking his elbows on it.<br><br>"Are you seeing somebody?" he asked, "seriously I mean?"<br><br>He really wanted to know if Erik had managed to find someone who understood him...someone worthwhile, he couldn't...really think of stealing a girl from a person he would consider a new 'friend' but, at least if he had some idea...what kind of person...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 15:23:16</strong>
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				Not for one instant of his life did Erik ever think he would be having a conversation about sex with Uriel. Hell he hadn't even had the sex talk with his parents. The blue haired teen had never been so inadequately prepared on a subject. It was getting dangerously close to his secret, that the touching the he had just received from the other teen who was now leaning against the table was exactly how he wanted to be touched from the sex that he wanted to be touched by... male.<br><br>Looking down an nothing in particular Erik felt while they were being somewhat honest, he would at least make a confession. "I'm not seeing anyone. I never have. I'm too busy trying to figure out my own life to throw some trivial person in the mix. Flirting with a girl at school and letting her fill in the blanks how ever she wants usually keeps the others at bay for a while. Occasionally I will go to the movies or hang out with a group and invite the attachment of the week along." He shrugged. <br><br>"I've never meet a girl in school, in the lab or the military base that felt like they would come even close to understanding what it was like to be a person who was so different that technically I can't even be considered human. I have 50 chromosomes my brothers and everyone else in this world have 46." This was something he had only found out recently. He couldn't confirm it because his mom had come back from her break and got upset that he was using her computer to surf the net... at least that was what he was doing when she walked in the room. But he now had a suspicion that he was engineered instead of being conceived the old fashion way. If that was the truth he could only be thankful for 10 fingers and 10 toes... and of course the 5th appendage that even though was little used seemed to be working properly if the tightness in his pants was any indication. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 16:12:52</strong>
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				He looked confused for a momeent, trying to process what Erik was telling him. He didn't have sex is what he was getting, and he didn't like the girls the fawned over him, though Uriel thought there seemed to be more to it than just that.<br><br>'You're a virgin...' was his first thought, but that only got lost in the second. If Erik wasn't having, and hadn't had sex, then he was doing that by choice, it was the only explaination Uriel could think of, and Erik had never seemed to be religious enough to be waiting for marriage, he didn't really think either of their families were, so that really only left a couple of possibilities, as far as Uriel could see.<br><br>"You're..." he started, this time it actually partially came out, but he couldn't say the rest, half in fear that he was wrong, and half because his mind was taking loop, part of it reinterpreting everything that had happened so far, which he didn't want to do, and the other half already a bit desirious, realizing he could have more of that cool, calm touch, though again, Erik hadn't been coming on to him...right?<br><br>Suddenly the clothes and eyeliner made sense. Uriel wasn't sure what do with his theory, because he hadn't even manage to say it out loud. He stopped leaning at least, turning back to his books.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 19:11:48</strong>
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				<em>You're a virgin..</em> He wasn't certain that he liked the sound on that comment. It was very easy to forget that despite Uriel's temper and abhorrence of math the man was incredibly smart. Erik blushed and could only reply "Yeah." as if it were so obvious that it didn't need to be pointed out. The black and blue haired teen wasn't religious. If you forced him he'd tell you if their was a god then the deity was just as clueless as they people who worshiped him. There had been nothing in this life to convince him that one existed. Not even recovering from a brush with death that most likely would have killed anyone else.<br><br><em>You're...</em> The other man said again and then stopped. Erik looked up trying to catch the thoughts that were going though the teen's head just by looking at his eyes. There was a baseball sized knot in the pit of his stomach. Any results of pleasure that he had gotten just from their innocent touching had faced. Erik had just told his opposite that he probably wasn't human but he had a dreadful feeling that wasn't the part running around that fiery mind.<br><br><br>"Not human, a pain in the ass... a better fighter..." He hoped to through a bit of humor in there just to keep himself hopeful that they would stick to the fact that Erik recently learned he had a different chromosome count from everyone else. "There are endless possibilities on that one, you have to finish the thought or give me a clue." His hands where now clasped in front of him, they held a blue tinge which meant that they were now cooler than his normal temperature. Something definitely had Erik nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 20:03:46</strong>
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				Erik calling him out on his unfinished sentance brought Uriel back to reality.<br><br>"You're gay," he said, quitely, not really the way he said anything else. It was only one more word, but it seemed like far more. Did Erik not want anyone to know? Yes, of course, there were other gay students at their school, he could be dating, or at least not letting girls hang around. Instead, he was pretending not to be gay, only...without ever actually saying he wasn't, though, lying by omission was still lying, and letting people reach their own conclusions was kind of illegitimate when you doctor the evidence.<br><br>He was still pulling out books, stacking them according to what their subject matter was. He was really just trying to separate science from everything else, and he was doing it efficiently, not looking up, not wanting to face Erik. He was waiting for a contradiction, or a brush-off, even if he was, he would have let him say he wasn't if that was what he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 23:22:22</strong>
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				<em>You're gay...</em> Erik would have rather been punched by Uriel at his blazing best than to have heard those words. It's not like there was a stigma to being gay except when you had brothers who kept trying to prove which one was the bigger man by how long their dick was or how many women they fucked or how man bad guys that arrested (triple points for bringing in a Walkrye). It was hard enough dealing with their jealousies that he was not only the baby of the family but he one with the most power. <br><br>"Yes I'm gay though I don't see how that makes a difference to our conversation. I still choose not to date, I'm still a virgin." His voice wavered. He had known since he was 11 that he was gay and he had kept that secret for almost 7 years. Now someone he wasn't sure he could trust knew and it scared him. "Look, I wasn't coming on to you a few minutes ago." Though there had been a couple of times that day where he was sporting a heft erection based on Uriel's influence. "and my family doesn't know. I don't want them to know, hence my charade. This isn't going to be a problem with us working together is it?"<br><br>He could keep his eyes in his head. He had always thought the teen standing only a few feet away from him was the most gorgeous guy in school, but had never let his mind drift because he was a Walkyre. So he let himself slip a few times today, it was easy enough to keep his body too cold for his other little brain to think anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 00:43:46</strong>
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				"It doesn't make a difference to the conversation," he said, "but it makes a difference to me."<br><br>He started putting his books away, back in his bag, rather quickly actually, tossing them in pretty soon, and when he was done he threw the bag over his shoulder.<br><br>"You kept a secret," he said, congratulations, "I'm spilling my guts about who I am...and you don't bother to mention that the reason you don't go out with all the girls that you have around is because you're gay?"<br><br>He let his bag slip back to he counter, though his skin was getting...brighter, hotter.<br><br>"I didn't think you were coming on to me," he said, "not even now...but its on your mind...so, what? You wanted to? Did you like seeing me the in the lockerroom?"<br><br>He felt sick, and by extension, angry.<br><br>"You didn't think...even for a second...that I might be a bit more understanding...given my....condition..." he said, brandishing a flaming hand, "that I might understand keeping secrets from family..."<br><br>He took a few steps closer.<br><br>Now close enough to strike, he lunged out, both hands, going for Erik's wrists, hoping to pin him, before he could do anything else. He wasn't burning nearly hot enough to make up for Erik's cooling if he tried to shield himself, but right now...no matter how mad he was he wasn't planning on hurting Erik.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 03:13:43</strong>
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				The knot in his stomach got bigger and heavier until Erik felt as if he were going to be sick. By some miracle he and Uriel had managed to spend almost an hour (not counting drive time) in each other's presence without killing each other. They even talked, joked and got along. And now over something that wasn't important to him... a sex life... their progress was shattered. <br><br>He didn't fully understand. The younger teen had never been disrespectful, he had never openly leered at anyone in gym class. Of course how good looking Uriel was was on his mind. Most of the girls at school drooled over the red and black haired teen, even the ones that hung out with Erik. How could he not think the same thing? He wasn't going to take the bait and say yes to the locker room thing. It wouldn't get them anywhere and they weren't in a protected area of the lab. If Uriel went off here then equipment would be damaged. <br><br>The only thing that he could let the older teen do was vent and hope that he could mend things at school tomorrow. He didn't get up from the chair or move when Uriel came toward him. He just watched. Since he was already damned he took a moment to admire how gorgeous he was when he was angry. It was like he could feel the heat radiating off that skin just by looking at him. When the man got closer he could feel the heat, even more contrasting against his extra cooled skin due to his nervousness. <br><br>Uriel's strong hands wrapped around his wrist and it felt like he was being burned. Though their would be no burns there would be red hand prints there for a while. The pain was only light... bearable and he knew it was that way for the other. "Come on Uriel." He said as he looked up into those brown eyes. He didn't try to stand. If he was pulled then he would go where the older teen wanted him to go. "We've had a truce barely an hour. I wasn't intentionally keeping it from you and when you called me on it I told you the truth. We're the only two class fives we know. Please." He pleaded soothingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 03:49:04</strong>
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				Uriel let go, struggling for a moment to get his flame down, until he was back to normal. He looked away from Erik, and walked back to his books.<br><br>"Its fine," he said, "I don't...care."<br><br>With that, he settled into a chair, and pulled out his textbook, opening it to the mostly empty pages on level 5's.<br><br>"What should our first experiment be?" he asked.<br><br>Just like fire, when he was out, he was out. He was smouldering, to be sure. He had something he couldn't admit, but that didn't mean he denied it by being outright contradictory. Hell, if he hadn't had such a double standard, he might've beaten Erik then and there until he felt better, but he didn't. He'd had some time...believing he was gay. When he was twelve he'd been sure he was gay, absolutely certain, but it hadn't been the case. Ever since he'd only dated women, but there hadn't been a man for him to test his sexuality. He didn't fantasize over men in the lockeroom, but niether did he women, so for him...it was all very confused. At least, though, he'd done something about it. Erik seemed set, he was gay, but he'd never so much as dated. For that, Uriel was angry for him, not at him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 16:24:57</strong>
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				Erik was disappointed when Uriel let him go. As expected the red hand prints wrapped around his wrist like bracelets. He turned to open his laptop but mainly to avoid eye contact. He didn't want to show the loneliness that he felt and he had a feeling that at the moment his gray eyes were far too expensive. There was no hint of anything that would leave the 17 year old to think that his lab partner even questioned his sexuality. While not wanting to complicate his life more than it already was was the reason he wasn't sexually active there was a smaller fear of hurting the person he was with. Erik wondered how Uriel had sex with normal human girls with out worrying about squeezing them too hard in a moment of passion and bruising them or breaking a bone... his stopped the thought there not wanting to think about the use of another part of the attractive man's anatomy. Time had passed for that conversation. It was time to move on.<br><br>"The first thing I would like to do is run your dna. See if you have 50 chromosomes like me." That would make them a different species all together. While that in itself was a little frightening he was more upset that his mother was hiding it from him. "But for our experiment I think we should investigate the affect of one's gifts over their personalities. Though to actually place at the science fair we would probably have to convince some of the other gifted students to allow us to collect data on them as well." Not that he wanted to waste time with the other gifted. For 17 years he had sat through experiments that his mother, her coworkers or the school controlled. He knew information was being kept from him. He felt like he was being railroaded into a life he wasn't sure he wanted. He wanted to learn for himself to feel like he was in control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 16:44:04</strong>
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				"Seems likely though, doesn't it?" he said, "we're level fives, I guess it takes two chromosome pairs for your ability, so I wouldn't be surprised if I have the same number."<br><br>The personality thing concerned him a little though, he hadn't really meant to be talking about his...mental issues, in the context of the experiement.<br><br>"We're not going to focus on personality," he said, "well, not unless you feel like looking into the link between powers and sexuality..."<br><br>He realized he'd slipped up, hinted that perhaps they shared something other than an abnormal mental state, but moved on, hoping Erik would pass that comment by as an insult. However, it held true, even if he didn't think there was a connection, or perhaps, there was. He was altogether too passionate, and quick-tempered, maybe he had been, he was, bisexual, because he just couldn't separate them, in his mind, he just didn't really care about gender, because as long as his body was pleased, he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 02:44:56</strong>
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				What didn't seem likely though was that they had 50 chromosomes. Why when there were noted gifted humans over 100 years did it just happen now. None of the others had been class 5s. This is what bothered him. <br><br>At the mention of a link between powers and sexuality, he looked at Uriel and shrugged. Standing he walked over to a cabinet and took out a dna test kit. "If it is relevant to our stability and control then why not. But I don't see how it can be considering I am gay and you are straight, and unless your control is better after you're laid it's probably not an avenue we need to consider." <br><br>Despite the fact that he just said something that could likely trigger an ass kicking he walked over to the other teen. "But you do seem to be a bit touchy to everything and I can't seem to muster any aggression even if it was to save my life." He was still uncertain if it was Uriel's heat that caused his power to fail or if he psyched himself out. Not for a second did he consider that he was afraid to harm the man himself. "But if you think it won't help us out then suggest something else. Now open up." He held out the wooden stick to do a cheek scrape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 03:23:12</strong>
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				It was then that Uriel had a thought. He opened his mouth and thought about it for a moment. He was angry, he probably bled hate when he fought. And he breathed out aggression whenever he got the slightest insult or slight.<br><br>He was relieved that Erik hadn't noticed his slip, so instead of being angry at anything else, he was still calm.<br><br>When Erik was done with the scraping, Uriel closed his mouth and promptly spoke.<br><br>"You didn't come on to me before..." he said, standing up, and reaching for Erik's wrist, "didn't you want to?"<br><br>He focused on being warm, not hot. The fact was that he'd first gotten his greater abilities while think very, very steamy thoughts, and because of who he was, be knewthat it was likely that it would be harder for Erik to match him because his personality didn't lend itself to being of the right motivation at the right time, so he needed to give Erik something to draw from.<br><br>If Erik hadn't been getting close to people out of fear, that was holding him back, and Uriel wanted to help him, he owed him that much.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 05:19:27</strong>
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				Erik dropped the swab into to the plastic case that was meant to protect the scraped cells until the were put through the machine. He was pleasantly surprised that Uriel hadn't lost him temper. There wasn't even a temperature difference around the older teen which showed he was either in control of his anger or wasn't trying to generate extra heat. He turned to go back to his laptop when he felt a very warm hand on his wrist. He looked back to see Uriel standing next to him.<br><br>The question that was asked caused his throat to go dry. He liked is lips and swallowed. Was this some kind of trick question? The confusion was evident in his gray eyes, but he wasn't going to lie to Uriel. "If you're fishing for a compliment, yes I find you attractive. But I'm also respectful..." He had to look down. Erik couldn't confess to getting a hard on while watching the larger teen change cloths. Yeah it was rare for him to get turned on that far, but he still wanted to think that dating wasn't that important to him because of the macho competitiveness of his brothers.<br><br>He looked back up at Uriel wondering where this was supposed to be going. Now he wasn't so certain that being honest about being gay... and finding Walkyre attractive was the best idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 13:49:54</strong>
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				Uriel wasn't sure that what he was doing would give him the results he was looking for, but inevitably, he'd do it anyway, given that even touching Erik felt good.<br><br>He slipped his arm around Erik, his hand sliding across Erik's back as he pulled him close. Then he leaned in, his lips seeking Eric's. The project could wait. As usual, he'd found a distraction. This time, though he didn't really feeling like hurting or disappointing or making Erik mad, even if he could, would be any fun.<br><br>He wanted Eric to feel something strong, even if it was lust for him, because he knew that it would almost certainly let him develop his power.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 19:14:08</strong>
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				Erik had no idea what was going on. He didn't know what Uriel was thinking to even counter the idea. Arousal raised your body temperature which was conducive to heat that could have pushed him to his next state of power. For Erik it was different he had been pushed enough, it was more difficult for something to stimulate him enough for him to get aroused. Either his mind or his body was simply too 'cool'. <br><br>It felt like some kind of alternate reality when the slightly larger teen slip and arm around his back like he was a girl. Their bodies pressed together lining almost perfectly from groin to chest. It felt as if he were laying in the warm sun. Time was proceeding in slow motion as their lips came together. Erik did feel something strong, it was like lava was poured through his veins though the sweet aching heat was not only bearable but welcomed. He opened his mouth, giving Uriel the invitation to tongue him if he wished but not taking the lead.<br><br>He had no idea why Uriel was kissing him, only that he wasn't going to reject the opportunity. This was the first time ever that he got to act upon his sexuality even so little as kissing a guy. He only hoped that the slow hardening of his manhood could be ignored. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 19:34:41</strong>
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				Uriel smiled against Erik's lips and slipped his tongue past them. Experience bred skill, and he'd had plenty of experience, not with...men, but he imagined it was at least partially transferrable.<br><br>He only needed to give Erik that nudge to let his power flare. Which meant heating up. After all, if he couldn't cool down in a fight, he could at least match him, and hopefully, the distraction of what was going on would let him let it out. Besides, he was going to be the one keeping their temperature neutral, with luck niether of them would get.<br><br>Of course, there was some risk, but then, Uriel was all about risk.<br><br>Uriel let go of Erik's wrist, and put his hand on Erik's side, sliding his hand under Erik's shirt to touch bare skin. He started to warm, slowly, trying to keep a handle on his own power, while encouraging Erik, out of two-fold self-interest, to match him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 20:31:40</strong>
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				Kissing was something that Erik knew how to do. He starting making that sacrifice when he was 13 years old. He had never really liked kissing girls because there was no strength behind their kiss and if put even the smallest bit of his passion into the kiss they had claimed it was too hard. But Uriel had plenty of strength in his kiss. Erik could both push back and submit at the same time. He curled his tongue around Uriel's and sucked gently before using his own tongue to explore the other teen's mouth. His knee's felt weak as the 18 year old's masculine scent filled his nose adding depth to the man's natural taste. <br><br>His mind was battling the logic of the two of them standing in the front room of the lab. Though unlikely, they could get caught. Uriel was straight... wasn't he? He had mentioned connecting sexuality and their powers, but Erik had thought it either a joke or something they would look at on paper. Being kissed and touched by his nemesis had him in such a state of blissful shock that he didn't notice Uriel increasing his body temperate. In truth he couldn't tell if it was Uriel using his power or if it was just his body reacting to having his skin being touched by another man for the first time.<br><br>Erik Shivered by not from being cold. His skin was starting to perspire. It wasn't uncomfortable. He enjoyed Uriel's heat not that the other teen wasn't trying tio kill him. Itw as a small thought in the back of his mind that perhaps Uriel could enjoy his coolness. He slowed down the air molecules around them, lowering the tempature against their skin. Then he gathered the humidity from the air and his fingertips and frose it so when he slid his hands over Uriel's arms it felt like ten ice cubes being slid over his skin with trails of cool water left behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 22:56:26</strong>
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				Uriel could see he'd have to go uncomfortably far to get anything more than a steady increase in power and low maximum out of Erik. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a strange desire to...perhaps it was the feeling of Erik's skin, it just made him...hot, ironically.<br><br>He pulled back, letting his temperature drop to normal.<br><br>"Sorry," he said, "I shouldn't have..."<br><br>He started packing up his books, certain that he shouldn't stay, going into his uncomfortable virgin girl sensitive guy mode by accident, feeling like he should leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:22:07</strong>
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				When Uriel stepped back Erik let him go. He almost lifted his hand and touched his swollen lips; instead he blushed. At first the blush was because he had really enjoyed the kiss but then he understood. The kiss had been an experiment and Uriel hadn't received the result he was looking for. Was he questioning his sexuality and found men not to his liking or did Erik fail to respond in the manner he was supposed to power wise... Because Erik was responding. The tightness of his jeans was just a little tighter. He never responded there to women and it took a truly beautiful man to make his plumbing work because his sexual experience so far was looking at pictures and using his hand... rarely.<br><br>"Don't go." Erik sat back down and ran his hands through his black and blue hair. His fingers where still really cold but no longer icy. "You had a question, you found your answer. We move on like it never happened." Though he had to wonder if Uriel had noticed that he was enjoying the kissing and touching far more than he should have. Perhaps the 18 year old was more in line with his brothers... 'if you're not fucking women then you're not man enough'. It wasn't that they had a problem with gays. The DeWinter's where taught to live and let live, but having one as their brother was a different story. They would still love him but his life would be an even bigger hell that it was now. "Besides if we don't move on now then the awkwardness would only continue tomorrow. We might as well get some work done."<br><br>Though Erik didn't feel like working. He felt like finding some dark cold place, curling up and hiding for a decade or two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:02:30</strong>
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				Uriel stoppped his packing and turned back around.<br><br>"I had a question," he said, "but not the one you think...and I didn't get an answer..." he paused, laughing a little, not sure if that was the right response, but appropriate responses were never his forte.<br><br>"I'm too impulsive," he said, "impulsive...and bisexual...and impulsive..."<br><br>He sighed, and laughed again, sliding down a lab table, to the floor.<br><br>"I'm not moving on," he said, "but if you want to, thats fine..." he didn't feel that making Erik feel guilty for wanting to get past a very short make-out session with a Walkyre, after all, they were what they were, even if they both weren't quite what their families imagined, they were still what they were.<br><br>"What do we need to do first?" he asked, wiping his face with one hand and standing up again, smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 18:08:14</strong>
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				"You're bisexual?" Erik asked stupidly, closing his eyes and shaking his head for a moment before realizing that he asked a question that had obviously been answered. That of course meant to him that the answer for the reason that their kissing stopped was that he didn't meet the other teen's expectations. It figured. For all his 'greatness' he didn't feel that great. "Sorry man, its not any of my business. You just seemed uncomfortable and I don't want you to feel that way."<br><br>Thankfully his feeling in inadequacy had returned his blood flow to its normal places, but knowing now that Uriel was bi was going to make it difficult to keep his mind off his new friend when he was alone at night. Damn.<br><br>"I guess I get give you a tour of the lap and put this sample in the dna machine." Erik put a smile on his face and forced is body to relax. His emotional and mental state was not the other man's problem and he didn't want to fuck up their progress by being moody... or the opposite, deadpan.<br><br>The building was state of the art. They had to go through a decontamination cell where they were cleaned by special light and air. There was an operating room, a chemical lab, offices, and a fortified room that looked like it could handle a moderate explosion with out being fucked up. "I spend alot of time in here running tests for my mom. There are cameras and sensors all around so they can see in the control room. The room can be heated to 260 degrees Celsius or cooled to -130. Quite literally this place can bake or freeze you. It can also withstand explosions." He really hated this room because when you were working it it the door had to be shut. More isolation for someone who already felt isolated. Despite that Erik was a very social person, at least he wanted to be. "Any questions or anything you want to see again?" The place was very much a orgasmic scientist playground and they had the run of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 20:26:17</strong>
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				One hundred and thirty below...that was cold, he wondered momentarily if perhaps Erik wasn't weaker at all. He didn't even know how hot he could get.<br><br>A few questions occured to him at once, and in his usual fashion he didn't really bother separating them out.<br><br>"Your mom is some sort of scientist?" he asked, "and how cold can you actually go...and...do you want to go out tomorrow?" he asked, all in a row. The first two were at least on-topic. He'd never been all that close to his mother, and he knew about Erik's though...he'd never heard much about her in the present tense. In fact, he'd never been close to his parents period, his brothers had raised him, nearly on their own, though, having money meant it wasn't a necessity, they just enjoyed raising their little, special, brother, who was unique even in the family, an entire family of gifted men and women. He had sisters as well, but didn't see them much, he had a couple of younger sisters, not yet in high school, and one older, she was a psycho, but a thus fair unjailed one...she ran the family drug business, a tidbit he wasn't supposed to know, but did anyway. She was in charge of the family's warehouses, though the actual family business was mostly done by outsiders, people hired on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 22:23:21</strong>
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				It wasn't the temperatures he could work with or endure, that was the temperature that machines could make the room. Erik had survived the coldest setting but it wasn't comfortable. It was like his blood was antifreeze, except antifreeze would freeze before he did. <br><br>"Yeah she is... geneticist." Erik responded automatically before his brain fully processed that Uriel asked him out. After a brief pause he continued on, certainly he was being asked out as a hangout thing not a date. "Well she's had me standing in this room butt naked at a -130 for ten minutes. It's not comfortable but everything still worked. I can make the room that cold myself though its not as fast as you're fire gift works. Mom wants me to try to liquefy nitrogen next. That's at -196 Celsius." He could very easily freeze flesh if his hands got super cold. That's what scared him when they were fighting the day before. What if his hand came in contact with the older teen's face?... It could have killed his flesh and he would have rather died, and almost did.<br><br>"Yeah sure. Getting out after working on our project for a while should be good to relieve stress." Again his mind wasn't going to assume it was a date. That Uriel was bi was still something that was hard for his mind to wrap around. As for family his wasn't quite as large or at least the few he knew about. His brother's numbered three. None of them twins and all older. His mom was telekinetic but not overly strong. Sometimes he wondered it it was telekinetic that allowed him to cool the air and form ice.<br><br>"So do you have anything you've been curious about that's not being answered but is being the school's guinea pigs?" He had no idea why he used such an old comparison. Guinea pigs hadn't been used for research in over 50 years. People where used now, people assigned to death row or life with out parole. Some even donated themselves while alive. But all animals where safe. For some reason Erik didn't feel safe. There were huge chunks of information that he felt like he was missing and he was following along ignorant of where he was going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 05:44:47</strong>
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				"You mean besides why I've never been sick a day in my life, and I'm impervious to heat...oh, and why I can cause flames to appear over my body? Or why this happens?" he asked, pointing at his hair, as his face and shoulders suddenly burst into flame and his hair seemed to flow upward, drifting there like slow fire as the fire began to spread.<br><br>"I've got questions," he said, "but none of them have ever seemed accessable, or..relevant, my life...just is...I've always care more about whats going on in my head, than in my body..."<br><br>He started to turn away, but then turned back, something else occuring to him.<br><br>"Look, tomorrow night...if you don't want to date..." he said, "I can always find a girl...I just figured...if we're getting to know each other...and you're...attractive, that you might like to get a drink or something...a movie maybe? I won't be pissed or anything if you say no...but you're the one talking about awkwardness, so I figured I'd get it all out there..."<br><br>He knew he was just doing his normal thing again, though, with Erik instead of some girl from school. He wasn't sure how it was different, if it didn't work out, we'll it'd be the same as all his other relationships.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 16:41:06</strong>
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				"You not being sick is easy. Your elevated core temperature kills off normal human bacteria. And if you weren't impervious to heat you would have killed yourself already and been considered another case of spontaneous human combustion." He said all this while trying not to, but failing, to laugh at Uriel's hair. "The hair is easy too." He grinned. "Hot air rises and you are creating a fairly good wind as you heat the air around you." Erik knew he could affect air movement as well and wondered what it would be like to mix them both together. The effects should be... stormy.<br><br>Before he could express the idea, the other teen turned the subject back to them going out, but now it was clear that the other man did mean it as a date. That was a much harder call, not because he didn't want to, because he didn't know what would be expected of him. He had never went out alone with a girl, always a group of friends where getting intimate was not so easy. "No.. I... I don't..." He took a breath and blushed that he was stammering and that Uriel had said he was attractive. That only lead to more confusion over that kiss. "I don't mind a date, but..." He looked away and pulled his hand through is unevenly cut hair. "My brother's are assholes. I'd like to go out with you... I can't be intimate in public." Privately was a different matter. He would love to make out with the hottest guy, literally and figuratively, in school. He turned his soft gray eyes to look back at Uriel. What he would give to have such intensity. "If that's a problem, I'll understand." He would be disappointed though... greatly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 08:37:18</strong>
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				"Its just a first date," he said, "no touching...I promise," he added.<br><br>He laughed, and moved toward Erik, extinguishing his flame, putting his hands on Erik's shoulders and giving him a kiss on the cheek.<br><br>"In public..." he said, "no touching in public..." and then he laughed again. He'd never really been so relaxed, he was usually strained, by keeping his more...dark, emotions, and desires in check, but he hadn't really been feeling them for a while, was it Erik? Who knew?<br><br>He pulled away, and shook his hair back into place.<br><br>"You're officially the smart one," he said, "so...what's next on the schedule?" he asked.<br><br>He was relying on Erik for the project's timetable and progress, but he was planning on contributing as much as he could. It was the thing that connected, them, their abilities. Fifty chromosomes...did he have that many? What would that mean? If...he wanted to have kids...of his own, would he have to find a female level-5 to carry them? He dropped the line of thought, he couldn't do that to himself, it didn't matter, he could always deal with that in later life, when...or if...he ever needed to.<br><br>The other issue was his career, but that didn't seem like the conversation he ought to start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 22:27:10</strong>
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				Erik felt his temperature raising a degree perhaps two and it didn't have anything to do with Uriel warming the air. He had always tried hard to ignore his attraction to his former(?) nemesis but now that it seemed he was free to do so every cell of his being seemed to hum with happiness... it was weird. For the moment he was going to accept the weirdness because it felt nice. The other teen didn't seem as tense as he normally did.<br><br>"Thanks for understanding." Erik blushed... really blushed by the kiss on the cheek. Far more than he had when they had actually locked lips. When Uriel stepped away he was just content to watch him, though there was an urge to see exactly how warm his hair was, but they were here for business at the moment... well school work anyway.<br><br>"Well there is always the personality/power connection or I thought perhaps we could create an indoor thunderstorm with lightning... or at least try anyway. Who knows maybe we can even get a tornado out of the deal, but that will take a little studying on hot and cold air masses..." <br><br>The dna processor chimed that it was done with the process and Erik motioned for Uriel to follow him into the control room. There he turned on the monitors, typed in his mom's stolen password and then the results. 50 chromosomes. Erik frowned and shook his head before rubbing his forehead as if he had a headache. One time may have been a freak of nature, but not twice. He had a feeling that both he and Uriel were both genetically engineered. He pulled up his dna results and put them side by side but aside from a couple of markers there was no other correlation. "Well i guess this means you're a freak like me Walkrye." Erik smiled as he turned to look at the other teen, though it didn't quite reach his gray eyes. So which idea do you like or do you have any better ones?" He turned the computer screen off. After Erik was gone he'd try to make heads or tells out of it, but it wasn't likely. Stuff like this required a doctorate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 04:43:56</strong>
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				"I'm stumped," he said, "it doesn't really make sense, unless all four of our parents have the same thing, which seems unlikely, maybe this develops as the result of mixing abilities?" he said, "assuming being gifted is genetic, then I suppose the new chromosomes could be the result of a natural evolutionary step, that just happened to coincide with our generation...hell, we could be the product of years of selective breeding, or two different genetic eningeering projects..."<br><br>He stopped talking, thining that he'd gotten his point across.<br><br>"This really isn't going to lead to many answers..." he said, "we need someone with skill, a geneticist, and I don't think we're going to be able to get someone for a school project..."<br><br>He laughed, and sat down on a stool nearby.<br><br>"I need food," he said, "we should get something to eat...we can always find the answer to our nearly unanswerable questions afterwards..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 01:46:24</strong>
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				Erik laughed. Of course hadn't expected Uriel to offer any insight on the chromosome problem. The man was cute, no... gorgeous, smart but not scientist material. He only knew more because he was so immersed in his mother's tests. <br><br>"Well i was talking about out science project... not this." He points at the screen. He wasn't going to give the man hell when he wasn't exactly clear. "But to correct your thought we are not a natural evolutionary step. We technically can't be considered human and our parents didn't do the dirty for us to be their wonderful bundles of joy." He frowned as if the realization upset him. He was an adult now. Was it too much to be respectful and tell him? For most of his life he had thought his mother was his best friend. Now he wasn't so sure. "We were genetically engineered."<br><br>But food offered a way to get some distance from the problem even if he was only slightly bothered by it. In contrast had he been Uriel the lab would be burning down. "We've got pizza, hamburger, sandwiches... pretty much anything in the main house or do you want to go out?" The prospect of showing the other teen his house was both exciting and unnerving. He guessed for a straight guy it would be like bringing a girl to your room. While he waited for the decision, Erik typed a few commands into the computer to bury the file so that it wasn't easy to find.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 06:35:53</strong>
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				"Uh...right," said Uriel, "sandwiches are good."<br><br>He wasn't sure what to say, they were genetically engineered? He hadn't thought....how could that be true? Unless he was accidentally right and two totally separate projects had created them at the same time? Why? Even so, if it was only one project, which made infinitely more sense, why weren't there any correlations? Further, why did he look like his brothers?<br><br>"Oh, and I like the thunderstorm idea," he said, "sounds fun."<br><br>His mind was still on the strange revelation he'd been given.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 16:25:06</strong>
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				Had he asked out loud the answer would have been simple. He looked like his brothers because his parents where biologically his parents. It was sperm and eggs that where used. He wasn't quite sure if their siblings were other experiments or if their parents had proven solid at passing on their genes for a specific gift trait. His mother had tried explaining some of her work to him... what she had considered the simple stuff. Some of it he understood but at least half of it might as well been gibberish.<br><br>"Great, weather it is. Follow me." He smiled and lead the way from the lab to the main house. Every luxury imaginable was there. The door was opened by his thumb print. The carpet in the entry way, and the entire house) was lush and soft enough to sleep in comfortably. Erik loved to walk across it barefooted. "This is my humble abode." Well perhaps not so humble. The living room was a tasteful combination of modern and antique. There were artifacts and art from all over the world. Its vastness probably could have contained a two bedroom house or at least a decent sized loft.<br><br>They walked through that room to get to the kitchen which was a little smaller but not by much. It had the latest state of the art appliances and was so clean that it looked like it had never been used. "We have almost any kind of sandwich meat and cheeses and the choice of white or wheat bread." He opened the fridge and started putting the supplies: meats, cheeses and condiments on the counter. "There's diet soda, tea, water... and do you want chips too?" he asked as he moved to get two plates out of the cabinet. He accidentally brushed against Uriel's body as he placed the plates on the counter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 20:26:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Uriel got up to make his sandwich, but ended up sliding in behind Erik and slipping a hand around his waist, pulling them together in front of the counter with the fixings for the sandwiches.<br><br>He didn't say anything, or even make a big deal out of it. It was an affection action, flirty, normal for him, something he wouldn't have done if he didn't know Erik was gay, but something that felt right either way. He kept his hand in place as he made his sandwich with the other, white bread, ham, cheese, it was stacked thick, but he wasn't really thinking about the sandwich.<br><br>"Mind explaining the genetic engineering bit?" he asked, still tight up against Erik, and putting his lunch together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 02:03:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Uriel's arm slid around his slim waist, Erik wasn't thinking about food either. There was nothing he wanted to do more than lean back against the other man and see if he was as sturdy as he looked. Instead he just leaned back a little, very aware that Uriel's crotch was perfectly aligned with his ass. It made him want to wiggle so he concentrated on keep his lower half still and aiding the other teen in making his sandwich. <br><br>"Well..." He started to work on his sandwich... not quite so thick. "You know from science class that all living things have levels of classifications: kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus and species. This is on the principal that if you reverse evolution back far enough it all originated at the same point. What caused life to diversify was the animals being separated and living in different conditions and evolving different adaptations. Primates for example are of the family Hominidae. Humans, apes and monkeys all originated from the same source. At one time our ancestors had the same number of chromosomes. But now we don't. Gorillas have a different number than chimps and a different number than us..." He shakes his head. "humans." Finding it frustrating to talk to someone behind him in a subject he felt frustrated about, he stopped making his sandwich and turned around so that he was face to face with Uriel. He didn't realize how toasty his backside had gotten until it was no longer near the warmth.<br><br>"Natural progression says living things change when there is environmental cause for to change. Of course there is random mutation but random mutation occurs in the dna that is there. It doesn't create extra ones. That has to be a mass environmental change. There's only the two of us... we're it. 50 chromosomes. If it wasn't genetic engineering there would be alot more level fives in this area." He brushed his hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. Then his curiosity got the better of him and he ran his fingers through Uriel's shoulder length locks. It felt like warm silk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 02:17:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So someone, presumably someone with a lot of skill in this area, and probably not working alone, took the two of us, in whatever form we might've been with only fourty-six chromosomes, and added two pairs, to both of us, without re-using any sequences, and caused level-five gifts in both of us?" he said.<br><br>It didn't make a whole lot of sense to him, but then, he wasn't a great science student, not unintelligent, he understood what was said, but the motivation for doing such a thing escaped him.<br><br>He felt Erik run his fingers through his hair and smiled.<br><br>"If that is true...then our original DNA would have to have been changed to remove whatever power we might've originally had, or else we'd both have two powers, unless they used that part of our DNA to create the new chromosomes?" he paused for a minute, thinking, "alright, well, I don't get it...but there has to be someone who does...what about your mom?" he asked.<br><br>He got his sandwich and disengaged from Erik, hoping that Erik would voluntarily get closer to him, it was the idea...it always worked before, but then, Erik wasn't like the girls he'd dated, he was a guy, for one, but beyond that, he was ...well, cool, frosty, all-around a very calm, and not...a person to act on urges, or so Uriel assumed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 00:27:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No Uriel didn't get it, but he had to live with brothers who were jealous of him, not only because his gifts were stronger than his but because they thought that their mother doted on him. The truth was that 90% percent of their time she was just putting him through one test or another, telling him it was for his own good each time... especially when he wanted to stop. For a moment it felt like he was being left when the other teen stepped away from him. Logically that didn't make sense since it was easier to sit down at eat. <br><br>Erik sat his plate down on the table beside Uriel and then walked back to the fridge. "What would you like to drink?" He asked as he grabbed himself a coke. Grabbing what his friend... was that boyfriend now?... wanted he went to the table and sat down.<br><br>"I think they knew before they altered the embryos what our powers would be. All of our siblings can do what we do to a much lesser degree. If they weren't conceived in a lab... hell even if they were, it showed a natural dominance between our parents for our traits. Our powers were just pumped up." He pointed out calmly. Though he was upset only his gray eyes looked mildly troubled.<br><br>"My mother knows. If I tell her I know then that means I confess to hacking into her computers. Its not something I want to do." No he wasn't going to be clingy like the girls who went after either of them. Though he did have urges... stronger ones when it came to Uriel, the newness of the situation and the fact that they were sitting in the kitchen table definitely, but unnecessarily, strapped any wayward ideas he had. Erik did, however, slide his leg over so that it touched Uriel. He didn't want to mention that he thought perhaps she had been one of the scientists that did it. With a forced smile he added, "She would ground me and then where would we find a room that we could safely make it rain in?"<br><br>He had to wonder why the times they had him and Uriel working together that they were working against each other. This project seemed more promising in so many ways.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 07:02:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Assuming thats true, then our parents don't hate each-other quite as much as they'd like us to think..." he said.<br><br>If that was being done, there was absolutely no way his parents weren't in on it. The amount of work required to create him, and then implant him in her...well, at very least, his mother was in on it.<br><br>"It isn't as though knowing will do us that much good really, will it?" said Uriel, being practical. He couldn't bring himself to bear much anger for his own creation, even if he came from a lab, it was all before he was born, and none of that particularly concerned him, as long as he existed, he didn't care how he was created.<br><br>"We'll keep this quiet, for now," he said, "after all, knowledge is power, and what we know, that they don't know we know, gives us an advantage..."<br><br>He laughed at his own sentance and bit into his sandwich, and then took, a drink.<br><br>He felt Erik's leg against his and smiled, swallowing and putting his delicious sandwich back on the plate to talk again.<br><br>"Actually," he said, "now that you mention it...my brothers all have the components of my power, manipulation, creation, immunity, but individually..."<br><br>He was wondering if perhaps their extra chromosomes weren't new things, but rather, additions, taken from their family, added on in order to create a more powerful, and more effective version of what they all had.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 00:30:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well perhaps they didn't when we were little." Erik conceded, but by the time they reached elementary school it had been enough that the two kids had gotten into a fight only shortly after being in each others presence. After spending the day with Uriel he was certain that the other teen's brothers had something to do with that fight. It was too bad because it was more than obvious the two young men would have been good friends and could have used one another's friendship through out their lives. <br><br>"Maybe, maybe not. But I hate being lied to. You know?" He hated feeling more like a science experiment than a son or a person. It wasn't that he minded what he was, it was that he wished it wasn't the focus of the people around him so that they could see who he was. At least with Uriel, the teen was in the same situation. Erik wasn't unique or an oddity to him. It felt comfortable. <br><br>"I never thought about how my brother's powers correlate to my own... if added together they could be me... just not a level five." He reached over to Uriel's soda and cooled it back down to where it would be ice cold again. "That should be easy enough to check out later." thankfully it didn't require him to be an genetic engineer. The computer would do all the analyzing for him all he had to know is what he was looking at. He had looked over his mother's shoulder enough to have a clue. <br><br>After eating only half his sandwich, Erik put he food down and pushed it away. His appetite was a fickle thing and the subject matter definitely killed it. "So do you know enough on how rain is made or do I need to have that researched by tomorrow?" He flashed the other teen a smile. There was nothing they could do but plan today and he was the one who would have to figure out how much water they would need and the temperatures that they would need to use so that everything worked correctly.<br><br>He glanced at the doorway that lead to his room for a moment. He almost invited Uriel to his room... to do something like play video games of course.&nbsp; But the thoughts of being too forward and that his brothers could come home at anytime stopped him. He turned his attention back to the other teen, their thighs still touching.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 19:43:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rain I know," he said, "though of course, if we do it indoors, we'll only get evaporation and condensation, you can figure out how we get clouds, or if we can at all."<br><br>He laughed and let the previous subject drop, not wanting to make the atmosphere in the room any more uncomfortable than it already was.<br><br>"So..." he started, "would working on this project with me rate on the list of things you won't admit to your family?" he asked.<br><br>Really, the question he wanted to ask, was being who he was, and then asking Erik on a date, would Eric ever be open with his family? Could he? Would be be able to admit to his brothers that he was gay, if he was seeing someone? After all, he wasn't really sure how he felt about the issue, being open, not being open. His brothers wouldn't be as hard on him as Erik's might on Erik, but it still wouldn't be fun to show up one day and tell his brothers that he was bisexual and dating a guy.<br><br>He didn't know if the date would lead anywhere other than an uncomfortable remainder of time working on their project, but it was worth it wasn't it? Erik was attractive, and about the only human he could relate to on a deeper level, hell if they weren't even human, then he was the only other one of his race, assuming the other level fives had been naturally born that way.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 03:22:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you have to bring up complications to my bliss?" Erik laughed. So he would have to figure out how to create an atmosphere inside the room. It looked like he would be spending his entire night in research anyway. At least it was a potential cover for spending so much time alone in the lab. He had never been told he couldn't use the lab, but it was difficult to test one's self especially when they were a child and he was certain his mother still looked at him like a child.<br><br>His smile didn't fade when Uriel asked about telling his family about his science partner. The younger teen was unaware of the unasked question and unaware how important his answer really was. "No. I'll tell them tonight. I don't want them to attack you while you are here." He blushed a little to speak of his siblings. "They're a bit more emotional than I am and not as bright." He honestly didn't think they would be able to handle that and the knowledge that he also found Uriel very attractive. "I'm hoping they won't act like Neanderthals, but jokes about the ice age is not uncommon with this family. They will most likely be rude, just don't toast them okay?"<br><br>They probably still had a good three to four hours before anyone of his family would be home. He was kind of worried that Uriel would have no reason to stay after they finished eating. He had to figure out how to have the room function like an atmosphere so that they would have more than just evaporation and condensation. "Do you play video games?" He asked a shyly looking down at his hands. "I've got an xbox and playstation in my room if you've got some time to kill." He was afraid of how Uriel would interpret an invitation to his room. This wasn't a sexual invitation at all. He was afraid the other man would say no, but even more so that he would say yes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 22:24:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its in my nature," he said, laughing in return. He knew the answer wasn't what he was looking for, but the idea that he feared them acting like neandrathals over him being a science partner...well, it didn't bode well for what they'd do if they every found out that he'd asked Erik out.<br><br>The invitation to his room was, suggestive, from his point of view, but he couldn't turn Erik down, and wouldn't have wanted to. He doubted that Erik was being as suggestive as his own passionate mind would like, Erik was cool, he didn't think that he'd be prone to throwing himself on someone, and of course, he loved video games.<br><br>"Yeah," he said, "I've got time...and I'm a playstation guy, myself."<br><br>He enjoyed video-games because they were simple, non-destructive fun, and plus, it was something he was good at that he wasn't born with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 22:32:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Great.”&nbsp; Erik smiled, his gray eyes actually brightened so that he looked genuinely happy about the acceptance. He had the latest playstation of course, but he also had more classic versions that worked with buttons on hand held controls. It was those he loved the best.<br><br>After Uriel finished eating Erik cleaned the kitchen. Though is brothers and parents would have left the mess for their maid, he could not. He considered it rude and hated messes. That he was neat was evident by his room. It was a blend of blues and purples but not feminine in any way.&nbsp; There were a few posters on his wall of male video game hero’s though they were too artistic to give away that he had them on the wall because of their bodies.<br><br>His bed rested against the wall. It was definitely large enough for two grown men to get tangled in the sheets together with out fear of falling off. On the opposite wall was a large TV.&nbsp; Several different game systems sat on a cabinet beneath the TV.&nbsp; Though there was a chair at a desk, Erik normally sat on his bed when he played the video games. <br><br>“Welcome to my sacred domain. Make yourself at home.” He smiled as he allowed the other man to enter the room first. While he couldn’t be seen he shook his head slightly that such a fine ass would be hidden by such baggy jeans.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 03:09:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Uriel walked in curious to see the place, but mostly noticing the men plastered over his walls, men from video games a few of whom he recognized, but he'd usually gone for the impossibly big-breasted female variety of action game heroes, but...to each his own. He could remember thinking about a few of the men on Erik's walls in that way, but not many.<br><br>"Its hot in here...don't you think?" he asked, pulling off his shirt as he sat down on Erik's bed. Ok, so he was obvious, that didn't mean it wouldn't be effective right? He could just imagine Erik reaching out to unzip his straining jeans.<br><br>"What do you want to play?" he asked, wondering what Erik would choose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:38:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erik just stared dumbfounded for a moment as Uriel took off his shirt proclaiming it to be hot in the room. Anyone normal would have thought the room freezing, not that it would have been more than just annoying to the human fire bug. So he was smart enough to get the point that his new friend was not cold and showing off his fine body just to torment him and it was working. He managed to pull his eyes off the man's well shaped back long enough to shut the door and start to chuckle. <br><br>"its freezing in here. Well at least it's comfortable for me. Which means its cold to everyone else." He didn't sound like he minded at all. After walking around the bed to sit on the other side of Uriel he was even past the thought of teaching the other man something about subtly... like actually using his power to heat up the room, but that sculpted bare chest did that task just fine. Once again they where thigh to thigh. Erik tucked a strand of hair behind his ear as he turned on the tv and turned up the volume. There was a tightness in his chest that he had never felt before, expectation, excitement and a fair amount of fear. He and the man beside him had not even been friends a day yet they had kissed once and he wanted so badly to turn and kiss him again but he didn't want to seem too forward. He really wanted to get to know the other teen not have the man think that he was some sex maniac. Of course Uriel already knew that Erik was a virgin.<br><br>"There's one of the classic Tekken games loaded in there now." He said as he pushed a button on the console and the game introduction began to play making fighting sounds so that anyone passing by in the hall would have to stop as listen very intently to realize it wasn't being played. He picked up a controller and turned to hand it to Uriel. He swallowed when his gray eyes locked with the others brown ones and then he wet his lips with his tongue; suddenly realizing that they were dry. The younger teen felt light headed, dizzy, definitely not unaffected by the sheer beauty of the one sitting beside him. "That ok with you?" Though he didn't make a move to hand over the controller. Instead his other hand slid onto Uriel's thigh. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 23:22:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah...thats...great..." he said, not reaching for the controller but putting his own hand overtop of Erik's and moving it up his thigh willing him to have confidence enough to touch what it was he wanted to.<br><br>The room was cold, but not enough to bother him, and he knew that because of Erik's silent consent to let him pretend that it was hot, Erik was more than happy with the view he had. There was something strange about being able to affect Erik the way he did, somehthing far better than anything he'd ever had with a girl. Erik was a guy, soft, but well muscled, something about having Erik lick his lips and reach out, made Uriel strangely excited, and his already stiff arousal strained against his jeans.<br><br>"I always liked Tekken," he said, "but I'm partial to...first person shooters...they give you a kind of rush...if they're any good..don't you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 01:23:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though Erik knew he was gay he never associated himself with having any feminine attributes. He wasn't demanding or clingy or given to fits when he didn't get his way. In fact he rarely got emotional at all and drifted more toward depression than happiness. But this was totally different. It wasn't like there was a huge gap between what he knew he liked and what he felt. His heart was hammering inside his chest and all the extra blood being pumped was going straight to his groin. <br><br>Uriel placed a hand over his and slid it up the hotter man's thigh. Erik couldn't quite understand while the normally aggressive teen was waiting for him to make the moves. It spoke volumes that the other man would want to make sure he was comfortable and be encouraging but not pushy. "I have 3d viewers and realistic response guns." Erik said softly as his eyes dropped to his hand. Turning his hand, his fingers brushed against Uriel's trapped erection and he wondered if the man's cock felt and reacted the same as his own. "but it wouldn't be polite of me to make you play while you were uncomfortable."&nbsp; He leaned forward and tilted his head up, hoping that the other teen would meet him half way though he would continue until his lips tentatively pressed against the full lips of the other if Uriel did not.<br><br>The controller to the game was left balancing precariously on the edge of the bed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:39:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Uriel wasn't about to leave Erik hanging and met his lips with his own putting one hand on Erik's back, and forgot all about the barely relevant conversation they'd been having over video-games. He put his own free hand under Erik's shirt, feeling his way downward quickly, though still not being pushy.<br><br>He considered that Erik's hand moving to give his erection the barest bit of stiumalation as a sure sign that Erik wanted him. How badly, he didn't know. This was a first, for him, and Erik, he knew, but that didn't stop his lust from starting to rise, slowly at first, from the newness, it was hard for him to picture what was going to happen, but beliving that it was was enough.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 19:54:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For most the feeling of flames that they felt when being kissed or touched was just a metaphor to describe their passion but for Erik kissing Uriel it was as close to the truth as one could get. The young teen wanted to melt into the kiss, yet he wanted more from it.&nbsp; He pressed harder into the kiss, sliding his tongue into the other's mouth and wrapping around the pink muscle he found there. <br><br>His hand slid over Uriel's covered thickness and lightly squeezed as his other hand moved to tentatively explore the muscle definition of the man's lower abdomen as if he couldn't decide if he wanted to go up and explore the broad expanse of skin there or follow the faint hair trail down to where it disappeared under the confines of those baggy jeans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 07:40:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"MMmffff...." he moaned when Erik squeezed his trapped erection. He'd never really been teased all that much, girls always seemed more than willing to pull it out, maybe it was just to say they had, but he couldn't really remember the last time he made out while touching like that, it was strange and interesting.<br><br>He put his own hand down to Erik's waistband, and then slid it down into his pants, though he was over Erik's underwear he gripped Erik's member stiffly and leaned into him, exerting a bit more control over the situation, though Erik still remained the one who was setting the pace.
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