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Post by Skidar on Jan 18, 2018 1:25:02 GMT
Alan paused at the response then swore out loud before replying. ASHLEY I SWEAR TO ZEUS IF YOU'RE FUCKING ANOTHER CRIME BOSS--- The rest trailed off int pointless threats and impossible anatomical suggestions.
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Alfonse gnawed on his throat and felt his pause. "Someone's distracted. Guess I'm not working hard enough." He rolled back on top, smushing him into the bed, jaws clamped around his neck, squeezing to cut off his air as punishment for drifting off. His hand worked down below, ridding Ashley of his pesky clothes. He dug his fingers into Ashley's hips and dragged him against him for better access then let go of his throat so he could get back to work, leaving a string of saliva trailing across his chest as he scratched his nails down his stomach and back to his hips.
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Post by beffalumps on Jan 18, 2018 1:26:52 GMT
Brody hesitated and looked up. Really, if this guy wanted to hang out here alone, what was the problem with saving their own skin? These damn bleeding hearts were so noble. It was gross. I could convince them... But he knew it'd be hell getting out of this place without help, and these two seemed competent enough. He'd get much farther with both of them. "Yep, yeah fine. All for one and one fo---" He cut off as Alan let out a loud curse and backed away. "Or you know, we can go too, that's fine, whatever you want, man..."
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Post by noodlerface on Jan 18, 2018 1:51:38 GMT
Ashley pushed Alan from his mind, the threats dying down to a dull murmur in the back of his mind. He let out a noise at being choked, feeling his excitement thicken. God, this was getting exciting. He shuddered as Alfonse scraped his nails across his stomach, his hips rolling as his fingers played enticingly close to where he wanted them to be. He let himself go under Alfonse, swept up in the most satisfying bit of rough play he'd indulged in in a long time.
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Post by Skidar on Jan 18, 2018 1:58:09 GMT
Alan was practically steaming. "Not you, that tramp Ashley." He snarled under his breath. "We're about to die and he's up there screwing himself to the hangman like a lightbulb." he growled. "I'm gonna ring his neck but he'd probably like it!" he pulled a face and sat cross legged. "You honestly want to stay here and witness that sort of afterglow?" he pointed out. "There won't be any Purple Hearts for that."
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Alfonse wasn't overly gentle with the rest of hist routine, always slowing when Ashley seemed close, dragging him out, listening to the sounds he made. He finally let him go, his skin was angry and red from where he'd been holding him with vise-like hands. He rolled off him and sat on the edge of the bed, arching his back in a stretch. "Well, that was refreshing, but you seem spent, so I guess the fun's over for me..." he reached for his shirt, almost disappointedly. He'd planned on that going a lot longer but apparently his captive didn't. "So, what to do with you now." he looked over his shoulder, back face Ashley showing off his scars and tattoos. The largest tattoo was an intricate version of the Reboot symbol that seemed half scarification and half branded, finished off with ink.
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Post by noodlerface on Jan 18, 2018 2:11:24 GMT
Ashley fought to catch his breath, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to his body. He felt thoroughly used, his body aching from the pain and pleasure. He rolled over to watch Alfonse stand. "If you give me a minute, I'll be ready as hell for round two," he croaked, his arm shaking beneath him. He eyed Alfonse's tattoo. "I've always wanted to be a concubine," he added with a wolfy grin.
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Post by beffalumps on Jan 18, 2018 2:16:02 GMT
Brody still eyed the angry man. As he spoke, he took another look at the opening above them. "Well damn, it sounds like he got the sweeter deal," he grumbled. He sat himself down, not too close to Alan and, with an irritated face, began to draw his finger through the dust on the ground.
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Post by Skidar on Jan 18, 2018 2:19:37 GMT
Alfonse smirked and rested against the headboard. "You are an odd one, how is it you're not in my ranks? I have a feeling I would have noticed you." He rested his hand on his stomach. "And you certainly don't seem to be like the others, the--oh what are they calling themselves now, the Insurgents." he relaxed on his side. "You're a bit of a wild card. I admire that." he rested his cheek on his fist. "I used to be one, but then you get in a few scraps, try all the 'legal ways' to even out the playing field for everyone and suddenly you're in control of a bunch of raving lunatics and look where it gets you." he rolled his eyes. "Frozen in January boning some other wild card that you used to be." he groaned and rested on his back. "Pathetic." he rested his hands behind his head. "Nostalgia's a bitch."
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Post by noodlerface on Jan 18, 2018 2:57:13 GMT
Ashley smiled at him, winking. "The trick is not to care about the causes," he said, mimicking his pose, resting his head on his hand. "You can't get swept up into any of this bullshit if you just don't care." He trailed a finger across Alfonse's collar bone. "Aw, honey, don't beat yourself up. You're wild where it counts."
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Post by Skidar on Jan 18, 2018 3:04:09 GMT
Alfonse snorted, turning away from his touch. "Oh I care. I cared enough to start this whole mess but it wasn't supposed to go on this long. It was supposed to be a show of power and then the Council would come forward on their knees begging for peace. We'd right the wrongs caused by them and things would balance out. But no, they hide in their doomsday bunkers like cowards while their city dies around them. They don't care for their people, they only care for their fat paychecks and cozy status. If I could weasel them out I'd throw them to the mercy of their own citizens." He licked the point of his fangs. "Maybe kill off one or two myself to blow off some steam." he folded his arms. "The Council is pathetic. But I can't turn the power back on even if I wanted to. Freezing my ass off out in this stupid island." he grumbled. "Oh well." he sat up and shook out his bedhair. "Can't sit around complaining all day, gotta figure out what to do with you..."
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Post by noodlerface on Jan 18, 2018 3:17:29 GMT
Ashley listened to him rant, before smirking at him. "Are my pants going to be on or off for this bit?" Guess I'm gonna join you suckers in a minute. How're the living conditions? he shot at Alan.
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Post by Skidar on Jan 18, 2018 3:24:29 GMT
Only if you shower. Alan snapped back.
Alfonse rolled over onto his stomach. "Well they're pretty useless to me on unless you use that mouth for more than being cheeky." he gave a sassy look over his shoulder. "But you're a smart lad, Cher, I'm sure you'll figure it out." he gave a sensual hip roll to give him a hint.
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Post by noodlerface on Jan 18, 2018 3:32:23 GMT
Ashley woke the next morning, his body thrumming with aches and stinging cuts. As the night had wore on, Alfonse had grown more and more punishing, bite marks littering Ashley's body. He'd given back as much as he'd taken, fresh scratches running up the length of Alfonse's back. Honestly, I've never been fucked so hard in my life, he told Alan. I'll be feeling this for weeks.
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Post by Skidar on Jan 18, 2018 3:50:25 GMT
I DON'T NEED THE DIRTY DETAILS YOU SLUT I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD COFFEE YET! Alan snarled into Ashley head, making disgusted faces at the wall. He was stiff from sleeping on his side with his hands bound. "I'm gonna kill that kid when he gets in here."
Alfonse was resting on his side, flipping through a book lazily. He was still half asleep, he'd really enjoyed himself last night. He heard Ashley moving and closed his book. "Thought you were dead. I was disappointed." he looked over his shoulder. "Well, that was fun." he rolled on his back. "Guess its back to work." he didn't make a move to sit up yet though.
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Post by beffalumps on Jan 18, 2018 13:59:58 GMT
Brody jolted awake at Alan's grumbling from where he lay curled on the floor. It'd been awhile since he'd slept alone. He let out a groan and stretched out like a cat, giving attention to the muscles that had been curled uncomfortably all night. "Lucky him," he muttered, brushing the dust off his shoulders with a cough.
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Post by Skidar on Jan 18, 2018 17:30:20 GMT
Alan! Are you hurt? What's going on over there, I'm trying to organize an extraction for you and the others. Lilah's voice rang in Alan's head.
Don't do that. I'm cooperating. They want to know where the Council is hiding, I'm more than happy to tell him.
You can't do that! Lilah snapped They could cause even more destruction!
Honestly, I don't think they can. The Council left us to fend for ourselves. Let the Reboot target them and we can try our best to move the majority of the civilians out beyond the borders. It's the first chance we've had of escape in weeks. It'll take them ages to get through the security fail-safes and in the mean time we can pack up and run. We need this.
Lilah sounded defeated in response. I understand. I also know Alfonse has blood puppetry involved, at the risk of getting falsehoods from you I'm calling for radio silence on your Tpaths until I see you again. Understand?
Alan sighed heavily. I understand. I love you, tell Kate I love her. And if I don't see you again--
Stop that, you will. I'll see you again and we'll get everyone out of here. I love you.
The silence that followed left Alan aching and he sat straighter in the pit feeling miserable. "Hey!" he called up to the guards above. "Tell Crazy I'll talk to him."
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sometime after ten, hope you'll be up! also.... WILL PROFILE thatisall 
