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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 17, 2014 5:27:41 GMT
Angel was drunk and dazed, a helpless damsel on six inch stilettos who couldn't pick himself up off the grimy ground. But there was always a knight; if you were pretty enough, to pick you up and carry you home. Lately there was just the one - Dmitri, but he was brave and righteous and oh so strong and handsome - Angel giggled and slipped his arms around his neck. His head lolled back and his hair swung loosely with every step. His dress hitched up on his thighs, and eventually slipped down his hips.
Now the dress was somewhere on the bedroom floor, discarded with the rest of his clothes, though he still had those ridiculous heels on and his legs wrapped around Dmitri's waist. Angel was a damsel, after all, and not a princess. He was disheveled and lewd and always improper. He didn't know where Nevada was, but he wasn't on his mind, and he sure as hell wasn't the name on his lips now.
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Feb 17, 2014 5:36:23 GMT
It would be a lie to say he didn't love it when Angel was like this; helpless and being carried in his arms. Angels arms around his neck was his favourite feeling, the two of them smiling, laughing like idiots as Dmitri carried his drunken prize home. He was just like a princess Dmitri would whisper in his ear, his hair could rival that of Aphrodite; in his own way, Angel was one of Dmitri's gods, though he'd never say it.
They always dropped their clothes quickly, Dmitri was a wild animal when it came to Angel's skin. He'd be riddle with teeth marks, bruises, it was Dmitri's way of saying yes, I've been here, and I've laid my claim. He growled a bit as Angel's legs were wrapped around him, and as always Dmitri was on top of him. With a stupid grin he whispered I love you in Angel's ear, with a stupid grin while he was inside of him.
He felt no need to mutter prayers or contemplate the sins he committed, and that was the worst part about Angel. He made Dmitri forsake everything.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Feb 17, 2014 5:54:48 GMT
It wasn’t the first time Nevada came home to the door wide open and clothes littering the floor after time spent away from Angel. He had gone over seas for the weekend, arriving back home earlier than expected. Of course, the last time this happened, it had been a party. There were more than just two people’s clothes strewn across the floor then. But like before, the smell of alcohol permeated the penthouse. He crept in quietly, drawn in by the sounds from the bedroom. This was also anything thing different from that time. Angel, passed out in glitter and covered in sticky booze, had been alone when he came home before. Nevada soon found out that he wasn’t this time. He saw it with his eyes as he pushed opened the partly opened bedroom door. Pain stabbed through his chest at the sight of the bodies tangled together in passion in his bedroom. Something else welled up beneath it, eventually overwhelming it. His fist crashed into the object nearest to him—a lamp. “Angel.” His voice came out low and dangerous. “What do you think you are doing?” There was no stumbling, no disbelief. Only anger. ANGEL ALESSI, DMITRI ALEXANDROV |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 17, 2014 6:26:49 GMT
Dmitri was sweet words and hard sex. He told him he loved him and showed him how beautiful he was. His teeth nipped at his neck, and Angel arched his back, pulled at his own hair spread beneath him with his erratic movements. It hurt and it felt good and it was overwhelming and electrifying in a way that he'd never felt with Nevada.
Angel was all keening moans and shuddering sighs and oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes. He was so drunk, so drunk and delayed in reaction when he heard his voice and spotted Nevada across the dim room. "Ah, shiiiit." It was a gasp, but Dmitri was still all over him and inside him and the surprise mingled with pleasure and came out a needy wail. "Nev?" He said breathlessly, barely registering the situation and what it meant.
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Feb 17, 2014 6:39:38 GMT
Dmitri didn't stop even as he heard the voice behind them, the crash of what he assumed was a lamp. Angel was still gasping and tasted of honey; the rest of the world didn't matter to him at the moment. Though when Angel spoke, he stopped and turned to look at the figure looming in the doorway now, God he sounded so miserable. Nothing like the pretty one beneath him, Angel lived up to his name, no one could deny it.
"Who the fuck is this asshole?" he asked, turning back to Angel with a question look before nipping his neck again. He hadn't pulled away from Angel, he just hovered above him now waiting for an answer. He was tempted to keep making Angel squirm and moan, hoping that whoever it was would just walk away. But something felt off, and Dmitri just waited for an explanation from either of them.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Feb 17, 2014 6:51:29 GMT
Nevada’s ears were battered with their sounds of pleasure. Listening to them made him sick. What made him sicker was the glint of metal around Angel’s finger—their promise ring. It was on the wrong finger, but he still wore it. He let his gaze move to the man straddling Angel. Cold rage welled up within him, though by some miracle he kept himself from tearing them off each other. Angel was asked who he was, but Nevada answered for him. “I am Angel’s boyfriend. We have been dating for a year.” Nevada pointed out, icily. “Get out of my house.”ANGEL ALESSI, DMITRI ALEXANDROV |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 17, 2014 7:12:45 GMT
"Wait, wait," His hands slid to press against Dmitri's chest, as if to push him away, but they only rested there. He bit his lip, tried to pull himself together, writhing on the bed with a gasp he couldn't muffle. It was hard to think - he liked the way Dmitri made him feel everything and think nothing, but now it made him slow to collect his thoughts, on top of the gauzy drunkenness that made his head swim.
"Nooo, don't be mad." Angel begged, not sure who he was addressing, not sure how to fix this. Everything had been perfect before and now he could feel it coming apart. He could feel himself coming apart too. "I..." He didn't know how to fix things with words. With Nevada and Dmitri both he how knew to smooth things over, with kisses and touches and smiles, but now things were precarious, now he couldn't do any of that. "I didn't... think..." Sometimes, crying, pity, worked too; and he felt sick and panicked and teary.
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Feb 18, 2014 23:31:20 GMT
At the response, Dmitri couldn't help but huff. Some boyfriend, he thought,but then what did that make him? He didn't get mad at Angel, not often, and not as horribly. "I guess he enjoys moaning my name more, huh?" he said as he felt Angel's hands on his chest. They just rested there, and he sat beside him, pulling his little evangelical nightmare into his lap while ignoring the other. "I'm not mad, Angel." he said in a whisper, but he was lying through his teeth. Angel was probably too drunk to notice, maybe he had never noticed how strung out he had Dmitri.
"Do you want me to stay or go?" he breathed against Angel, trying to hide his shaking. The lamp would be nothing to compare if Dmitri lost his temper. Prayers ran through his head on repeat. Don't lose it, he kept telling himself.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Feb 19, 2014 23:07:33 GMT
The man’s trembling didn’t go unnoticed by Nevada’s piercing gaze. He measured himself up to the man lying entwined with Angel. It was obvious a physical confrontation was to be avoided. Nevada had no desire to wear any bruises either. Worse come to worse, he could call security and have the other man removed. But that man made it clear he wasn’t going to leave without trying to inflict some kind of wound on the man, emotional or physical. “It is his job to moan other men’s names. I’m certain you pay him well enough.” Nevada countered. “At the end of the day, he comes home to me.”His gazed moved to Angel, who was staring at them with wide, teary eyes. “Tell your client to leave Angel.” Nevada was hurt by the breach of trust. But he was already aware of Angel bring a prostitute. It shouldn’t have surprised him. “I have missed you and would like to spend the evening alone with you.” ANGEL ALESSI, DMITRI ALEXANDROV |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 20, 2014 6:28:14 GMT
Angel was drunk, but even he couldn't miss the way they were both seething, spitting like snakes at one another. When they turned to him they were gentle again. Angel, who was fierce and unabashed, who snickered at Dmitri's prayers and Nevada's romanticism, who was shrill and drunk and fearless. Angel had brittle bones and paper skin, sitting in Dmitri's lap and meeting Nevada's eyes.
He could feel all the drinks threatening to spill up, and the back and forth made his head spin. He swayed, leaning against Dmitri; a babe who couldn't even sit up on his own. He sniffled. "Nev are you mad?"
Angel had never kept any secrets. Nevada knew he fucked around on the side. Dmitri knew Angel didn't pay for his own couture. It had been an easy balance to keep until now.
He turned back to Dmitri. "You should go." He whispered. He was close enough to kiss him when he spoke. He didn't. He just blinked with teary eyes that pleaded and promised. He had never meant for Dmitri to take it all so seriously - neither had he meant for Nevada to. He hadn't meant any of it, not to anybody, no, he was a liar and he was so, so sorry.
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Feb 21, 2014 16:04:11 GMT
He was still shaking, even as Angel leaned against him. Dmitri had always known the beautiful clothes Angel wore weren't paid for on his own, but he'd never really suspected... A boyfriend? It left him sitting there wondering just exactly what he was to Angel. His arms wrapped around Angel tightly before he turned back to him, telling him he should go.
"Alright," he said, leaning in to give Angel a kiss while wiping under his eyes with a finger. "You know where I'll be." He untangled himself from Angel, standing up; he was still completely undressed, and he stood for a second to let Nevada take in just what he was. Better.
Slowly he pulled his boxers back on, followed by the rest of his clothes; he kept glancing back at Angel. He didn't have a fucking clue what to feel, or what to even say. "It's funny, because I don't pay him anything. It seems like you're the one paying him." he said while motioning to the penthouse. Dmitri didn't have all of this, and he didn't seem to need it to impress Angel. Slipping on his shoes, finally, he went to leave.
But as he passed Nevada he just couldn't help himself, hand balled into a fist he swung right at Nev's face, aiming to at least a part of it. He was furious, of course he was, but he wouldn't take it out on Angel. No, not now, possibly not even later.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Feb 21, 2014 17:56:33 GMT
“I am,” admitted Nevada as he stood still in the doorway. His dark eyes stared at the two with eyes like dark chips of ice. It had been a long time since he found himself hating another person. The emotion welled up again towards the man who defiantly held Angel close to his naked body. Angel was his. He wouldn’t stand for this other man to try and steal him away. Anger surged up fresh when the man kissed Angel and thumbed at the tears just beginning to spill over his eyes. He still remained calm. He had won. Angel had asked him to leave, after all. The man was only trying to provoke him. He made that clear when he stood to leave by letting Nevada take in his naked frame. He was hardly impressed. Angel had always told Nevada he was the biggest he’d seen. “There is a difference between pampering your boyfriend and paying a prostitute for intercourse.” He replied, unaffected by the man’s comment. He was grasping at straws to strike injury at him. “I do everything to make Angel happy. If he is unsatisfied with my performance in bed, then I will gladly improve for him.” He held Angel’s gaze as if directing the statement as a question to the blonde. “He does not need you.” Nevada took a step inside the room, finally. He intended to walk to Angel’s side with a fist connected with his face. He lost him balance and hit the nightstand. The wood splintered and cracked under the weight of his body. Nevada tasted blood. “Leave.” He hissed at the man Angel had taken home. “Do not come near Angel again. No matter what you believe, Angel and I are dating. You are nothing to him. As soon as he leaves your bed, he comes home to me.”ANGEL ALESSI, DMITRI ALEXANDROV |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 24, 2014 2:41:23 GMT
He closed his eyes when Dmitri kissed him, tried to pretend Nevada wasn't there watching with malice in his eyes. He didn't want Dmitri to let go, Dmitri held him upright like the stake to a sapling. His lips trembled, he was unsupported and he dug his hands into the bedsheets like roots. Angel had eyes that were bright and fearless and seductive, but now they clumped heavy with mascara, trained downwards, waiting for the storm to pass with his head between his knees.
The storm that left him numb and cold, sitting naked on the bed while he watched the two of them like surreal visions in the same room. Look at the mess he'd made, smeared his dirty hands all over, finger painted in mud with clumsy hands. Nevada always said he was like a child.
He looked up with a gasp and another wave of nausea. He crawled across the bed to Nevada, his attention flickering to Dmitri's retreating form before he bent down. "Nev?" He reached out for him. Was this his fault? "Are you okay? Sorry. Sorry."
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Apr 8, 2014 20:46:35 GMT
He felt better as he saw Nev, or whatever his god damned name was, and heard him crack against a table. Little rich boys, Dmitri thought, always running their mouths because they felt they could get away with it.
"It won't be me going to him." he said with a grin, and then turned to walk out the door without saying another damned thing. He'd begun to mutter under his breath as he walked out, his hand raising to the string around his neck. It was a nervous habit, but he'd never say it. Dmitri never got upset, got nervous; he got mad, than was it.
So he walked home, up the empty stairwell, into the empty apartment. He sat on the couch in the dark and thought. About what was up to anyone's guess.
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Post by CREATION on Apr 28, 2014 0:16:51 GMT
[attr="class","profn"]GOOD JOB [attr="class","profb"] SOUTHE, KITTY, and LAIKA each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread. |
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