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Post by meev on Jun 3, 2010 18:21:30 GMT -5
it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist. [/font]  and your strain; it gets under my skin, within.[/color][/i][/font][/center] Graveyards were not the most adequate place to have a bit of a naughty time. Graveyards were a place to lay the dead to rest, not defile their graves with such actions. But then again, Nikki could never be accused of being a compassionate soul, especially for the dead. He was a man comprised of purely selfish needs and desires, and did as he pleased, no matter the place or the consequences. That, and he was quite passionate, quite prone to having no restraint when it came to his little quirks and kinks.
And so it was, that Nikki was tangled around the forms of no less than two other bodies upon the dirt and grass-ridden floors of the graveyard this night. Wind seemed to howl through the trees, or perhaps it was just wolves on the hunt, but not once did he seem to mind. At first his company had complained, had resisted his urging to make a night time trip to the land of the dead. But once he'd got the two lovely males rolling around their complaints had been silenced, their attention distracted by the insatiable incubus currently assaulting them.
But as quickly as the fun had started, Nikki found himself stilling in his actions, his dark eyes scanning his surroundings in suspicion. Fear was not a feeling that came naturally to him, but that did not mean he was unobservant. He noted the crackling of bushes and leaves, a twig snapping as someone, or something drew nearer to his place of fun. Whether it was someone out for a free show, or something that could be dangerous it made no difference to him, but he could feel his company begin to tense again.
Sighing heavily, he attempted to draw them towards the ground again, only to have them attempt to run away for the risk of danger. One would think the risk would be the most exciting part; after all, it was certainly a thrill for him. He liked his fair share of danger, thrived on it even. Liked the adrenaline rush that came from it. One would also think they'd be smart enough not to leave a sex-crazed beast, an incubus hanging in the middle of his nightly fun. It could only enduce anger, violence. And perhaps a heavy amount of compensation and making up for lost time later, on whoever the next person he came across.
Watching them run off in the opposite direction, a low growl seemed to start from low in his chest, rising as his eyes settled on the sound of that snapping twig. Rising gracefully, a poetic violence in his motions, he edged towards where he'd thought the sounds had come from, scanning the darkness behind the cover of the trees.
"Whoever you are, whatever you want," he said quietly, his voice cold even as his skin remained flushed from unsatisfaction, "You've ruined my entertainment of the night. And you? You can either compensate me by finished what they began, or I can simply kill you."
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Post by ineedu on Jun 5, 2010 13:58:47 GMT -5
• I WANT YOUR HORROR I WANT YOUR DESIGN CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL • YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A* - - - BAD ROMANCE It was absolutely ridiculous how little Jonathan had to go by when it came to finding this person. All he'd gotten was a general description. Black hair, slanted eyes, asian. Well, that was bloody fantastic! How many asians had Jonathan seen running around here? He'd honestly lost track. It was times like these where he wished the man who's hired him (at a price that wasn't money by the way) has just happened to have a picture of Jonathan's target stashed away in his wallet. Unfortunately, there was no such luck.
Thankfully over the last few days he had managed to narrow it down to a few possible people. He was looking for Nikki Syx. The man and his master had ended up on this island in a way that no one could really explain, as had Jonathan. And somehow, against his better judgment, Jonathan had agreed to find Nikki for his master. It's not like he was going to be paid in gold and rubies or something. They were on a flipping island! Perhaps he just needed something to do. Perhaps he just liked the idea of the hunt.
So here Jonathan was, having followed whom he believed to be Nikki Syx into what was undoubtedly an abandoned graveyard. He had to grin at the morbidness of the other mans choice of location for a romping session. Seriously, if he wanted to roll around amongst dead people's headstones, so be it. It was, after all, going to be Nikki Syx's final romp before he was taken by force and hauled off to his master. What a beautiful reunion it was going to be.
Unfortunately for Jonathan, he failed to realize that his foot was about to come crunching down on a rather dry twig. Wincing as it snapped audibly, he mentally cursed himself, dark brown eyes fixating upon the target and his companions. It wasn't going to be easy, taking Nikki if he had those little sluts with him. Jonathan began to quickly assess the situation, though he didn't have to try to work things out in his mind for too long because the toys began to scatter like cockroaches when someone turned the light on.
A small grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched Nikki rise from the ground. Jonathan couldn't help but notice how defensive he looked, like a cat who was ready to pounce. At first Jonathan contemplated on keeping his hiding spot and waiting until Nikki edged a little closer before making himself known. However, something within him sparked further movement. Perhaps it was his love of mischief. Regardless, Jonathan slipped forward from the cover of the trees, a rope made from vines and various things that he'd found on the island tied along his belt loops.
"I suppose if I were a nice person, I would compensate.. but I'm not." He paused, eyes scanning over Nikki for a moment as his tongue snaked forward to wash over his lips in a positively predatory manner."Nikki Syx.. I presume."
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Post by meev on Jun 11, 2010 17:20:39 GMT -5
it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist. [/font] and your strain; it gets under my skin, within.[/color][/i][/font][/center] Nikki gave the stranger a long look, once down and then back up again before finally settling his dark eyes on the other male's. There was a brief hesitation that passed across his feminine features, but as quickly as it had appeared it disappeared, replaced by a spark of dark mischief, a flash of interest. He wasn't about to deny that the other male was attractive- then again, at this point, being denied satisfaction, he most likely would have found a tree trunk attractive. Still, even if he weren't frustrated....
In the few moments of silence he took to mull over the stranger's words, his gaze focused upon the trail that the other's tongue was making, he still had yet to discover whether the male was simply playing hard to get, a general bastard or more of a threat. Did he really care at this point? Nikki wasn't prone to paranoia or fear, but there was something that sent a tension down his spine, put him a bit on edge. Perhaps it was simply because he wasn't used to being looked at in such a predatory manner, and finding it almost... fascinating, enticing at the same time.
"If the compensation came willingly, it wouldn't be as much fun, now would it?" he said slowly, drawing his focus away from the stranger's lips finally as he stretched his arms lazily over his head, attempting to soothe the tension beneath the surface to no avail.
Upon hearing his name upon the other's enthralling lips, his eyes suddenly narrowed, tension returning as he was suddenly moving forward, reaching out to grab a hold of the male's shirt and pull him towards him.... if he didn't move out of the way, that is. Both mischief and threat sparked in his dark eyes, his lips curving upward in a slow-like-molasses smirk. A devil's smile, even.
"Depends on who's asking," he said quietly, still trying to assess the situation. Whether to keep playing, keep seeking compensation, or just run like hell. "And whether they're looking for trouble or entertainment." In other words: Who the hell are you and what do you want?
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Post by ineedu on Jun 12, 2010 19:41:32 GMT -5
• I WANT YOUR HORROR I WANT YOUR DESIGN CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL • YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A* - - - BAD ROMANCE If the compensation came willingly, then it wouldn't be much fun. Jonathan almost let out a small laugh at those words as they slipped from the others mouth. Was he trying to seem intimidating? Honestly, with those soft feminine features and the way his hair swept over his forehead, this man that Jonathan assumed to be Nikki Syx looked anything but intimidating to him. A small tut escaped from the back of his throat, fingers idly sliding across his waist to the makeshift rope.
Jonathan was just about to unhook the rope from his belt when the other reached out and grasped onto his shirt. Narrowing his eyebrows, he lifted his hand and quickly swatted Nikki's grasp off of him. He couldn't have this little slut thinking that he was going to get the upper hand. Not even for one moment. Even though he pushed Nikki's hand away, he didn't take a step back. Jonathan couldn't help but notice the tension in Nikki's body, and that only made him grin like a wolf.
"The way you responded told me all I need to know... Nikki." Jonathan paused, a rather amused yet extremely asshole-ish grin dancing upon his lips. "Nikki.." The second time the name was spoken in almost a mocking sort of manner. "Is that even your real name? What kind of mother gives her son such a feminine name?" He allowed his eyes to wash over the other without attempting to be discreet, his body posture nonchalant. "Though judging by the way you look, I guess she just assumed you'd turn out to be a fruitcake anyway."
Suddenly, Jonathan yanked the rope away from his belt. Grasping onto it tightly with one hand, he took a step closer. "Let's not make this hard, shall we?" Jonathan hadn't even told Nikki why he was here, but did that really matter? He'd find out soon enough.
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Post by meev on Jun 14, 2010 22:44:48 GMT -5
it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist. [/font] and your strain; it gets under my skin, within.[/color][/i][/font][/center] A low growl escaped him as his hand was swatted away. A sound that started low within his chest, rumbling it's way upward until it was audible. A slow sound of displeasure, something more that an animal would make- most certainly not a sound that a feminine male would be expected to make. Nikki, well, he realized that he was not necesarily intimidating at first but that didn't mean he was weak. Better to lure someone into a false feeling of superiority and then show them how much of a beast he could be, right? Violence was nothing new to him, and he held no remorse for fighting or causing pain when necessary. He just happened to like other uses for his body than fighting more. He preferred entangling his body with another out of passion, rather than fury. However being teased in such a manner that he was currently wasn't particularly passion-inducing, instead bringing out his violent nature. Then again, violence and anger were another form of passion, and tended to have the same effects in the long run on him anyway. Can he really be blamed? He was an incubus after all. He was created for passion and pleasure alone. How else were such things supposed to effect him?
"If you had enough brain in that pretty little head of yours, you'd realize it was short for Nicholas," he said, his eyes narrowed in both suspicion and interest as his eyes fell upon the rope at the other male's waist. Now that, that did not look like something he wanted to fall prey to. At least yet, anyhow. "Fuit cake? Is that what they're calling a man of my talents these days? I'd like to think of myself as a master of pleasure. Then again, I'm sure someone lacking in brains such as yourself wouldn't be able to tell the difference..."
Trailing off, his gaze never wavering away from that rope, he instinctively took a step back as the other stepped closer. He wasn't sure that he liked this feeling, of being stalked by a predator and he the prey. There was a hint of danger trickling through his nerves, sending a rush though his bloodstream. It was the sort of tension he wasn't used to... or rather, he'd grown accustomed to his freedom away from a master. But then again, the rush, the tension was also something thrilling, almost intriguing, as if being stalked by a delicious male and the possibility of being dominated was something that almost... interested him.
Shaking his head suddenly, he forced his piercing eyes away from the rope to stare hard at Jonathan. This was not something he should be finding entertaining. This was a time he should be running, escaping, but his feet remained rooted to the ground, refusing to back of. Perhaps he was just stubborn and foolish, or perhaps he wanted to see how things played out.
Licking his lips slowly, his lashes lowered as he stared up at Jonathan, he braced himself to fight back. What he wouldn't give at this point to sink his teeth into the enticing cocky bastard's neck right about now. He might not be much of a fighter, but he had his own tricks up his sleeve, all designed to induce mind-numbing lust rather than pain... or perhaps a bit of both. His methods were meant for distraction and entertainment, more the type to escape than stick through an entire battle. "Hard is the best way to play, darling," he said, edging forwards a bit as his eyes lowered to the rope again. "Both figuratively and literally, don't you think?"
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Post by ineedu on Jun 18, 2010 15:41:25 GMT -5
• I WANT YOUR HORROR I WANT YOUR DESIGN CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL • YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A* - - - BAD ROMANCE Jonathan noted the animalistic sort of sound that rumbled in the back of Nikki's throat, and he was somewhat amused by it even though his facial expression made no indication of this. He had a feeling that sunk in to his brain rather quickly that Nikki was not going to be as simple of a hunt as he initially thought he would be. That was okay. Jonathan liked a little bit of fun with his prey. But be that as it may, he still considered the other Asian to be on the rather easy scale. Easy, but feisty and tricksy.
Raising his eyebrow half in mild irritation and half in amusement as he was insulted in regards to Nikki's full name, Jonathan simply tilted his head a bit as if to say 'is that so?' Who cared what his name was short for? Jonathan knew that he didn't. "Don't be stupid. Nikki doesn't necessarily mean Nicholas. Yeah, it can.. but Nikki is first and foremost a female name. Especially if you spell it the ridiculous way. You know, the way with two k's in it." Most people would find it a bit odd that the two were having a weird sort of conversation as Jonathan stood there with a rope in his hand, but he didn't. "I wouldn't call you a man of pleasure, either. It's just an elaborate way to say you're a slut. Congratulations on insulting yourself."
Despite the fact that he was semi-amused by the conversation at hand, Jonathan was beginning to grow a little bit impatient. It was perhaps one of his weakest points. He didn't like to wait for things that he wanted, and most of the time he didn't like to play games. Unfortunately for him, Nikki seemed like the exact opposite. Jonathan had a feeling that Nikki got stiff erections from games. His grip on the rope tightened a bit, his knuckled becoming white with the strain. His eyes were locked upon the other, definitely noticing the tension in his body. Noticing the willingness to fight if he needed to.
"Oh shut up. You're not cute. Let's get this over with." The moment that Nikki edged forward, Jonathan took his opportunity. He lurched forward, free hand reaching out to grasp for the other's wrist. If he succeeded, the grip would be almost bone crushing. Jonathan was a bit stronger than he looked.
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