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Post by SEBASTIAN STONE on Mar 8, 2009 21:06:13 GMT -5
 I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
People were annoying, that much Sebastian had managed to realize during the day. He had planned to stay in his room and be lazy for a day, but it seemed that even that wasn't possible. One after the other people came to knock on his door. The first was just someone from the institution checking in on him to make sure that he was still doing well. After making it clear that attention was unwanted the employee left, only to be followed by a second knock, which was a boy that he had fucked previously. The boy wanted a quick fuck. Sebastian, against his better judgement, slammed the door in the boy's face. It was apparent that he would be getting little to no privacy in his dorm. Sebastian picked out a random outfit, not worried about appearances for once. It was nothing more than a button-up shirt, which he decided to leave unbuttoned, his M&M boxers, a pair of jeans, and a random pair of shoes.
As Sebastian walked down the hallway he avoided all who spoke to him. This wasn't unusual behavior. Sebastian just wasn't in a mood to be bothered. He had to think of somewhere to be alone, anywhere. The lounge was out of the question. People were always going in and out of there. There would be little to no privacy at all. So Sebastian had to think of something else. It was pretty rainy out, so the garden was out of the question. There were only so many places on campus to go, but Sebastian finally thought of the perfect place to go. Unless someone were to see him walking into the Study Room they would never know he was there. Of course, Sebastian wasn't one to actually use the study room for studying. There had been more than one time that Sebastian had used it for sex, but most of the time he used it for a good smoke break when it was raining and he couldn't go outside to smoke. No one generally called the boy on it, though it was sure to piss some people off.
Sebastian slipped the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled the last one out. He lit it with the lighter he had fished out of his other pocket. Seb inhaled as he shoved the lighter back into the pocket and leaned back against the wall of the room. It was a good thing a vent was open or else he might have been clouded up in a huge mass of smoke. Sebastain slowly slid down to the floor, resting his right hand over his bare abs. He had a lot to think about, like how close his father was to actually finding out where he was. That was something that Sebastian didn't want to happen. Of course, his father would find out and Sebastian would have to really go to rehab to fix his addiction to every known substance in London. That was where he had been headed before he decided to ditch. Of course, Sebastian knew that his father was looking for him, but he didn't care.
After releasing the smoke Sebastian leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes. Being away from the London press hadn't been so bad at all. Sebastian enjoyed being able to do whatever the freak he wanted to do without it ending up in the news paper the next day. He sighed, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips. Sebastian rarely thought about deep things. It always seemed a bit unnecessary to him. Why think about deep, philosophical things that would just get him in arguments with other people? Sebastain had been watching the St. John's chat sessions. There were so many heated discussions about love and th eexistance of love. Sebastian wasn't sure about what he thought about that. Whether love existed or not Sebastian knew enough to know that he didn't want it if it did exist and if it didn't, then good riddance.
Sebastian took another lazy drag on his cigarette, staring into the smoke. Beginning to feel a little confined in his clothing Sebastian shrugged the button-up off. He didn't care about being half naked in the study room. No- Sebastian wasn't in much of the mood to care about anything. If there were ever a time to get him angry, it would be that moment. He had a couple of good things to reflect on. The first of which being that he had gotten a good fuck out of Kennedy Black. For a girl she wasn't bad. The second was that Sebastian had the liberty of singlehandedly destroying close to two relationships in one day through only one pathetic rumor. His life couldn't have seemed any simpler.
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Post by AZRAEL DAVIDE on Mar 9, 2009 22:15:12 GMT -5
 He tells me this thing and that thing to make me come undone
Taking a deep drag on the cigarette in his mouth, Azrael blew out the smoke in the direction of the window in his room. Did he care? Of course not. Did the security? Of course. Did that usually stop him? God no. So why was he being careful? They were coming to search Az's room this afternoon. The smell of smoke might make them angry. When they got angry, he lost things he liked. And that room search was the exact reason Az was packing up. He tossed the few sharp objects he'd accumulated and his remaining packs of cigarettes into his white messenger bag and smiled to himself. Everything he cared about in one bag.
Not even bothering to put on shoes, Az wondered out of his room, humming to himself and dragging on the cigarette that hung lazily from his mouth. His bag hung around his neck as he passed door after door. A few people called to him, but Azrael ignored each and every one of them. He had no use for them. No one liked to screw around in the middle of the afternoon unless they were in a relationship... or thought they were.
"Mr. Davide! Put that out or take it outside. And where are your shoes?"
Azrael turned to the female security guard who had yelled at him. "Oh come on now Ellen. Don't be like that towards me." He winked and added a simple, "You know you love me. And shoes are overrated."
"OUT, Mr. Davide!"
He sighed and walked outside. It was no secret that the security hated Azrael. He was one of the kids that was somehow getting things by them. This cutter was outsmarting them, and he had the fresh scars to prove it. Once he was outside, however, the slight breeze made his open button down shirt flutter. He wiggled his toes and shrugged. Outside wasn't that bad. It was warm today. Nice. He flicked the butt of his cigarette to the ground as he stepped into the academic hall. He never was an outdoorsy guy. Pulling out a fresh cigarette, Az headed for the study room door. Maybe he could pretend to do some work while he avoided being around for his monthly room search.
Stepping into the study room, Az's eyes noticed the only other person in the room. A familiar blond head, with an added trail of smoke rising from it. With a smirk he walked over. "Well, well, well. What have we got here?" Azrael leaned over Seb's shoulder and used the other boy's cigarette to light his own fresh one. "You study shirtless." It wasn't a question. It wasn't an invite to talk. It wasn't anything, actually. It was just a statement. Azrael walked away from the other blond and found an empty table not far away. Putting his bag on the floor, he put his feet up on the table before leaning back. A particularly long drag on the stick in his mouth made Az smile before he released the smoke without removing the cigarette from its cradle.
No one said he wanted to talk to Seb. They just happened to be in the same room. Although, it was empty. Maybe they could argue a bit and fool around. Az smirked at the thought of it. That was one thing Seb was good for. And he wasn't nearly as clingy as that other one Az played around with. Blue eyes. What was his real name? Something with a c... hmm. Chris. Right. Seb wasn't nearly as clingy as Chris. Thank God for that one. Azrael couldn't deal with those types more than one at a time.
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Post by SEBASTIAN STONE on Mar 10, 2009 9:55:03 GMT -5
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
When the door opened Sebastian knew that his moment of peace was about to end. He already knew that he would be annoyed no matter who it was that walked into the room. Sebastian wasn't sure what had started his bad mood. It was most likely a mixture of his family, people, and the goddamned city air. Sebastian looked up breifly to see who it was that had walked into the room. His eyes adapted an angry glare when he saw the familiar face. That was one face Sebastian wouldn't forget. The only guy to ever match his skill. Matching was all the room that Sebastian would allow the blonde boy. Anything above that was unacceptable. Sebastian was too prideful to let someone else be the best even for a little while. When the boy spoke Sebastian wanted to kill him already. Instead he watched the boy walk over, a dangerous look etched into his eyes. At the moment Sebastian wasn't in the mood to be messed with. He was able to hold his composure shortly while the boy proceeded to use Seb's cigarette to light his own. This did not sit well with Sebastian.
Sebastian watched the boy walk to an empty table, and Seb had to snap. He couldn't hold in his anger anymore. Walking slowly toward the empty table, Sebastian put his cigarette out on the table. Sebastian locked his eyes with the blue eyed boy before roughly shoving the table aside. Once the table was out of the way Sebastian closed in on where the guy sat and in one quick motion had his right foot placed exteremely close to a place a guy might be uncomfortable with having a foot come at quickly. But Sebastian stopped before reaching that point, simply resting his foot right there one the chair and using it for leverage so he could easily lean over the boy. Sebastian's cheek brushed past the other blonde's as his lips reached the ear. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you, bitch." He whispered into the boy's ear. Sebastian really wasn't in the mood. Maybe if he were pushed over the edge enough he would give in.
Instead of staying that way Sebastian took the boy's cigarette from his lips and moved back toward the wall. Sebastian leaned back against the wall, the cigarette place between his own lips. He took a drag on the cigarette, releasing the smoke after, "You have two choices, well three, but that's only if you don't choose the first two really." His eyes fell on the nameless boy, "One, you can get the fuck out of here and leave me alone." He didn't think the boy would choose that option. "Two, you can tell me your name then get the fuck out of here." For the next one Sebastian took the cigarette from between his lips, "Or...if neither of those are appealing to you..." He paused thinking for a moment before walking back toward the boy without a name. "Forget choices. I don't think you deserve a goddamned choice, you fucking piece of shit."
Sebastian smirked as he pulled out his lighter. He didn't have to light the cigarette and he was sure that the other guy probably wouldn't know much of what he was doing. That was the beauty of it. Sebastian stuck the cig between his lips as he reached back and undid the neckalce that hung around his neck. It was a gold necklace with a golden S at the bottom. Lighting the lighter Sebastian held it the the S, letting one side of it heat up until it started to glow a little. Sebastian then pocketed the lighter once more, moving closer to the boy. He straddled the guy, which may or may not have been a risky move to make. Seb roughly moved the boy's right sleeve down. Pressing the hot gold to the boy's skin and holding it there Sebastian bit the skin on the shoulder next to where he held the hot necklace.
Removing the S to reveal a dark, S-shaped burn mark. "I think I'll keep you here, torture you a little for ruining my morning. After all, you do belong to me," He said, running his fingertips over the place he had just branded the boy. "It's only fair that I get to punish you."
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Post by AZRAEL DAVIDE on Mar 10, 2009 16:51:06 GMT -5
He tells me this thing and that thing to make me come undone
Azreal's eyebrow arched as he watched the other blonde react poorly. He wasn't really frightened seeing as how he wouldn't care if he got hit a little. His eyes followed the boys foot. Az didn't even so much as flinch. If he did he was weak. Simple as that. He took that moment to let his eyes trail up the other boy's frame. He was still shirtless, naturally, but Az couldn't help but notice how ridiculously low his pants hung. It made him smirk as his eyes came up Seb's face. "I don't remember asking you to deal with me. I barely even acknowledged you. Used you for a light, sure. But that was it." He shrugged and blew out the smoke from his cigarette. If anything, he planned on making this interesting for himself.
Taking Az's cigarette was crossing the line, no matter who you were. His eyes narrowed the boy walked over to the wall. "Options? Oh please. You don't get to give me choices. Who do you think you are?" The two options he was given weren't even that appealing. "My name? Really? Does it bother you that much that I know yours and you're not even the slightest bit closer to learning mine?" He smirked and watched the other blonde walk back towards him. He wanted his cigarette back.
As the hot metal touched his skin, Azrael looked at it with a twisted self loathing smile. Oh it was beyond perfect. His breathing got a little ragged, but not from pain. Oh no. The searing metal was nothing compared to the pain the brain in his pants was suffering. The intended scarring coupled with the overly attractive boy in his lap was just torture. But that was exactly why he loved it. As soon as the other boy straightened up and rubbed the fresh wound, Az shrugged. Pain was nothing new to him. Even burning metal. Hell, he'd used that a few years back. The feeling was a nice touch in his line of mutilation. Letting his tongue run along his top lip, Az looked around the study room. He really didn't even care if anyone else was around.
Reaching up with the unbranded arm, Az took back his cigarette and inhaled. Instead of releasing the smoke as he removed the stick from his mouth, however, he pulled Seb's head down to his own and kissed him, using his tongue to help push the smoke into the other boy's mouth. Letting go as soon as he was done, Az smiled lightly. "Now if you don't mind, I have some work to pretend I care about doing. They'll know I'm up to no good if you don't get off me. I could work around you if you prefer. Even though you pushed my table aside. Tsk tsk. No need to be so rash."
He leaned over to his bag and pulled out a book he was supposed to be reading. Something useless about hell by some Italian guy. It had its moments, but for the most part Az wanted it to burn in the flames the writer so artfully described. After a few sentences, he cleared his throat. Without looking up from the book he muttered, "You're kind of in my light, Sebastian. Would you mind moving a tad?"
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Post by SEBASTIAN STONE on Mar 10, 2009 20:25:50 GMT -5
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
It wasn't hard for Sebastian to go on pretending the whole time that the other boy hadn't said anything at all. Sebastian couldn't care less about what the boy had to say. Although, he had to admit that it was fucking sexy the way the guy reacted to his branding. The kiss mingled with the smoke was better than Sebastian could have expected from anyone else. He was tempted to return the kiss, but he also knew that he couldn't will himself to give in to the boy. Sebastian wasn't the kind of guy that could just give in like that. He needed leverage. As sexy as the kiss was, Sebastian wouldn't let it have the effect he wanted to let it have. Sebastian was the king of denying himself pleasure at times. He was quite positive there would be other moments like that though. There were sure to be. For some reason there was an almost uncontrollable chemistry between himself and the mystery boy.
But it was the rest that Seb wasn't happy with. This guy was asking for Seb to just fly off the handle with him. Sebastian grinned, not moving an inch. His grin was in no case a happy one, but more of a wicked one. "Move you ask?" He questioned rhetorically. Sebastian grinded down on Azrael seeing as he was in the perfect position to do so. He hoped it was uncomfortable for the guy. It was pretty obvious thought that the other guy was just as turned on by the situation as he was. Sebastian took the book from the guy's hands, closed it and tossed it to the floor. There would be no reading with him there. Besides... Sebastian had to make up for lost ground. Their last encounter, which had actually been some time ago, hadn't gone as planned at all. Sometimes there had to be diversions from the plans. Sebastian didn't mind as long as the diversions went his way. What bothered him about the last encounter was that it ended in a stale mate.
Sebastian calmly took the cigarette from the boy's lips, took a drag, and smirked as he immediately kissed the blonde terror beneath him. Holding the kiss Sebastian oh so calmly put the cigarette out on the boy's leg. Oops. Sebastian could remember the first time that had been done to him. He still had the scar on his back. Unlike the blonde boy Seb was burning, Seb didn't have clothing for protection. His lover at the time had just burned him with a fucking cigarette while they were having sex. Though Sebastian had to admit that it had been sexy as hell no matter how badly he was burned. As of yet the had been his best fuck ever. That was one of the few Sebastian could actually remember. Most of the time he didn't even try to remember them. But something about this situation told Seb he wouldn't be forgetting it.
It was a good thing that the situation served as a distraction. Sebastian had been tired of thinking about London and his parents. His family could fuck off. Sebastian knew they couldn't be happy that he had come to America instead of going to rehab like he was supposed to, but oh fucking well. Sebastian had mystery guy to take all his shit out on. He didn't care if he hurt the other boy. As far as Sebastian was concerned he was doing the guy a sexual favor. These thoughts caused Sebastian to wonder if this should be it... if he should finally just give in, fuck the guy senseless, and move on. What would be the fun in that though? It would be like a wasted boy toy. Sebastian, despite his outward grumpiness, enjoyed the constant teasing, the insults, and yes- even the pain. It was a fucked up thing, but it seemed to work.
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Post by AZRAEL DAVIDE on Mar 12, 2009 9:12:34 GMT -5
He tells me this thing and that thing to make me come undone
Az continued to reading his book, making a slight noise in agreement as Seb asked the question. He knew there was no need for an answer, but he was pretending to care about his book. Although. he was at the part about sexual offenders. Suddenly, this book seemed a lot more interesting. As the other boy ground down into him, Az concentrated on his book and ignored the boy in his lap. He couldn't give in. He just couldn't. However, Seb quickly snatched the book and tossed it aside. Azrael sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. The point was to appear as uninterested as possible when you were closest to getting really excited. And, well, Az was an expert at denying himself what he wanted. After all, that made getting it that much more exciting.
As Seb leaned down, Azrael didn't even bother closing his eyes. Hips lips remained as still as he could possibly keep them. He refused to give in. He wouldn't crack, no matter what the walking sex atop him did. It was all a sick mind game that he knew how to play just as well as Sebastian. In fact, Seb was the only person Az had ever met who had actually played back. Let alone played with skill. The point still stood, however. Az could dish cause he could really take it. It was a fair trade.
Of course, this was before he felt the tingling in his leg. Looking down as the other continued to kiss him, Az raised an eyebrow again. Now that was original. He watched as the cigarette scorched through his pants. Sadly, his pants had caught most of the burn, but there would definitely be a mark on his leg. Maybe not forever, but for a while. His otherwise motionless lips curved into a smile. As Sebastian sat back up, Azrael looked at him with a spark in his eye. "I do believe you just put out my cigarette. I wasn't done with it." He didn't react in the least bit to the kiss or burn he'd just received. Instead, he focused on the loss of a replaceable item.
Letting a smug smile rest on his lips, Az started to shrink into the chair, as the rest of his body started to slide underneath Sebastian. "You know what? You win. I give in." His hands reached for Sebastian's waist as he had slipped to a slightly awkward position, putting his face in a less than awkward place. "I hope you don't mind..."
But instead of doing the expected, Azrael felt the chair slide out from underneath him. Maneuvering himself slightly, he got himself out from underneath Seb and left him there with no support anymore. No Az. No chair. Nothing. Naturally his balance wouldn't have caught up with him that quickly. Az smirked to himself as he walked away. The perks of being a dancer. He grabbed his bag and book and moved to another table. "I told you, Sebastian. I have work to do. I don't have time for you today." Opening his book once more, Az tried to find the page he'd been on previously. He really did intend on reading it. It may have been written by a pointless dead Italian guy, but Az was interested in his description of hell. It was like reading real estate ads for most people. He was merely reading up on his future home.
Like there was ever a doubt in anyone's mind that he'd be going anywhere but there.
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Post by SEBASTIAN STONE on Mar 16, 2009 0:30:39 GMT -5
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
Somehow Sebastian should have suspected that the boy wouldn't react to the cigarette burn the way other people would. This bothered him, but at the same time he found it oddly attractive. Sebastian raised an eyebrow as the guy said he gave up. Something wasn't right about that. He was suspicious of that statement. It was also counted as quite the disappointment for Sebastian. He didn't want to win so easily. the prospect of working for the end point was thrilling to Sebastian. It was much different than automatically getting the fuck like he had with Kennedy Black. Then again, she was a girl. Every guy knew girls sucked when it came to holding themsleves back from things they really wanted. Creatures like Sebastian and the boy who currently had his head positioned at a very awkward angle for most... well, that was their natural way of protecting themselves. At least Sebastian knew that was why he did it. He wanted control... that was pretty much it.
Sebastian was about to say that he did mind when he felt a sudden change in position. There was no more boy and no more chair. He tried to cushion his trip to the floor, but ended up landing on his wrist. Seb winced as he rolled onto his back, holding his wrist in the air above him. He twisted his hand, unhappy with the soft clicking sound that came when he twisted his wrist. Of course, naturally Sebastian would have sprained it. Blondie's words hit his ears, causing a blinding rage that he could tone down for the sake of the situation. Was Sebastian angry that the boy had out maneuvered him for a bit? A little. But was he pissed that the boy dared mock him afterward? hell yes. Sebastian sat up, not using his wrist. He watched as the other blonde asshole
Naturally Sebastian didn't reply to the boy. He grabbed onto a chair to pull himself up, his wrist making a sickening crack sound. Sebastian didn't care about what shape his wrist was in. He never did. It didn't even hurt all that much. He looked away from the only one able to inspire pure rage inside of him. Sebastian felt that if he were to look at the guy he would just kill him. That would be the easier way out. If Seb just killed the guy then he wouldn't have to worry about anything. Of course that would be a waste of a perfectly good fuck. What? Sebastian Stone would never resort to necrophelia. Disgusting. He tried to convince himself to leave... just walk out of the room and get out, but he couldn't. There was something about the guy that just made it hard for Seb to want to leave the room without getting some sort of pleasure from it.
Sebastian closed his eyes, turning his back to the boy for a moment. He walked to a far table, figuring the best way to deal with the rage that twisted in his stomach as to try his best to ignore the other presence in the room. Sebastian didn't want to leave and end up drawing the short end of the stick. That wouldn't the way it worked. He violently kicked away every chair that was around the table. Sebastian wasn't one to anger. He then lay on the table, stretching his legs out and resting his hands behing his head. What Sebastian really did laying on that table as close his eyes and slowly count to ten. If he didn't do that then there was no doubt that he might actually try to kill the other boy. The last thing Seb needed was to be deported for killing a stupid American boy.
OOC// i'm so sorry. this sucks.
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