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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 21:11:56 GMT -5
"Ooohkaay. You're humor is NOT appreciated right now for me in this state, and therefore if you do not drop you're smart alec shit, I'll drop you where you stand."
Kitty gave a 'Bitch please,' look at that statement, a pfft noise heard as he grinned at the slight smile on the other man's face. "Dude, be careful with all that smiling. I know I bring out the best in people but the unfamiliarity of it might cause your face to crack." He grinned cockily at the tease, just waiting to get lashed out at. But Dean -he liked the name Dean so he was gonna call him that and that was the way the cookie crumbled- just stood there awkwardly infront of him.
"How does this go?"
Rolling his eyes heavenward Kitty asked, "Okay, you gotta be like what? 17? Kid come on, you should know this stuff." And with that he cracked his knuckled and wrapped his arms around the other man's waist, lifting him into his arms once again bridal style and glared dangerously, "Scratch me and I'll gouge your eyes out, poochie."
And just to get his point across, he tossed Dean's weight up a little so that he went about an inch in the air before landing soflt back within Kitty's arms once again. Grinning smartly he turned sideways and walked out of the room. "So kid, where too? I can assume that you don't want to go back to your dog, for fear of him biting off my balls." Kitty stated, mirth shining in his eyes at the joke.
He licked his lips and rolled his shoulder blades, releasing a soft sigh of contentment at the feel of his joints settling. "Well? Speak boy. Where to wolf-boy?"
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 21:34:35 GMT -5
"Okay, you gotta be like what? 17? Kid come on, you should know this stuff." He snorted, and was about to snip back, when he suddenly found himself in the arms of this scant man. Dean snarled, and moved to swat at him, before he stopped. "Scratch me and I'll gouge your eyes out, poochie." He was walking thin-ice, this man was.
"So kid, where too? I can assume that you don't want to go back to your dog, for fear of him biting off my balls." Dean growled lowly, his larynx rumbling and strictly business. "I'm about too, and it won't be no fucking cock-suck." He snarled.
"Well? Speak boy. Where to wolf-boy?" Dean growled, than sunk his teeth into a bicep, and successfully was let down. "Nevermind, runt. I can do it myself." He only needed something to lean on. He grabbed the man by the throat of his shirt, and pulled him to him, and swooped an arm around his neck and heavily leaned onto him, before carefully descending the stairs. This kid was sarcastic and rude and just gorgeous, but Dean knew better than to doof with young blood.
"You know, I thought you were a whore at first." He limped down the first couple of steps. "And honestly, I was close to ripping your throat out when you didn't stop ringing that goddamn bell." He slipped a step, and his heart-raced, and for all that he was worth, grabbed the railing for his life, his breathing quickening, before calming again, and he unsteadily pushed himself back up.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 5:34:04 GMT -5
Kitty let out a little shriek when the other man suck his teeth into his biceps. He gave Dean a hurt look before rubbing the abused area.
"Nevermind, runt. I can do it myself."
"I'm the runt? You're the skinny one here puppy. I can't believe you bit me. Dude, you better not have rabies or anything cause that would be so not cool."
Releasing a yelp as his neck was jerked by the jerk ass pub owner, Kitty found himself being used as a human walkin stick and, not wanting to piss off the wolf -or at least not until they were down the flight of stairs- Kitty kept his mouth shut for once, intent on his tast at hand.
"You know, I thought you were a whore at first. And honestly, I was close to ripping your throat out when you didn't stop ringing that goddamn bell."
Kitty raised an amused brow. Oh really now? It's the hot body isn't it? It just radiates years of talent and expirience." Kitty gave a playful grin but that grin soon disapated as Dean slipped and missed a step, slipping down forward and clinging to the railing with all he was worth.
"Dean!" He cried out, reaching down and putting his arms underneath the other man's armpits. He helped Dean to his feet but, not wanting the man to fall once again, did what any other gentleman whould do. He cleared his throat and heaved Dean up and over his shoulder so that he lay with his face to Kitty's back and legs dangerously close to his groin. Gripping onto Dean's ankles he whistled a little tune as he stepped hesitantly down the last few steps of the stairs and placed the werewolf down and onto a seat at teh bar.
Stepping away so he could take in his handywork he nodded with a cheerful smile. "Well, all arrived to their destinations safely. Thank you for taking 'Kitty Fair', we hope to see you again." He chuckled a little at that before taking a seat down on the ground to inspect Dean's ankle. He was gentle as he prodded the sensitive area tenderly and asked with a look shot up, "How'd you know that I was a slut?"
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 14:31:45 GMT -5
He was suddenly up and hanging, his face smothered into Kitty's jacket and he groaned, his body sighing it out and his ribcage pressing heavily against the man's shoulder.
He just fucking never quit.
He let out a quite keen when Kitty grapsed his ankles, slightly jostling the injured, but otherwise stayed quiet, his fingrs drumming against the man's lower back. He helped himself when he was placed down on a seat and glared at the younger man, never wavering the stare.
"Well, all arrived to their destinations safely. Thank you for taking 'Kitty Fair', we hope to see you again." He watched with intelligent eyes as Kitty examined his foot, prodding and rotating gently.
"How'd you know that I was a slut?"
"I just know these things," He said, his vocie baritone, "And if you ever pick me up again, you'll find yourself lacking a pair along with your throat." He snarled, showing his teeth just to show how much he meant it. "I hate being at a vulnerability."
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 14:56:19 GMT -5
"I just know these things," Dean said, his deep baritone causing Kitty to unconsciously shiver and pull his coat up and around him tighter, "And if you ever pick me up again, you'll find yourself lacking a pair along with your throat." He snarled, showing his teeth just to show how much he meant it. "I hate being at a vulnerability."
Kitty sighed and got to his feet, his eyes finally narrowing to show a slight amount of frustration before it contorted to that of ill concealed mirth and he chuckled softly. Reaching across the bar he grabbed a clean rag and without caring for a protest he ran the soft material down the other man's neck and left cheek. Tossing the rag aside he sat down next to Dean, head tilted in thought.
"You're not one to trust easily are you?" He laughed softly at this, his voice instinctively taking on that husky tone of his when he was vastly ammused. Shaking his head he smiled kindky at the other man, wishing for some unknown reason to have this man like him. "I must drive you insane, then. All this picking you up, putting you down, clawing, biting, hissing," Kitty looked up at the ceiling in thought, ticking off the reasons on his fingers until he ran out.
He smiled once again before leaning back, elbows on the bar and asking, "So you can't be that much different in age then me, Fletcher -Fletch? I like Fletch- Dean Colechester -I didn't see Cholesterol so now you know even I can be a good boy-. What are you? 14? No no no... 16!" He teased, although he crossed a leg over his thigh to protect his nether regions from anymore abuse from the werewolfe.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 15:08:04 GMT -5
Dean gave the feline man a strange look as he caressed his skin with the rag, cocking a brow.
"What're you doing?" No amusement what so ever, just a weird tone. The younger man sat down across from him, and he watched him with a lazy glance.
"You're not one to trust easily are you?" Dean jerked his brows once, then shrugged. "Nope."
"I must drive you insane, then. All this picking you up, putting you down, clawing, biting, hissing," Dean let hismelf laugh--glorious and genuine.
"Insane? You mean psychotic! Christ, you've molested almost every part of my body in someway or another!"
He shook his head, amusing sounds still caught in his throat.
"So you can't be that much different in age then me, Fletcher -Fletch? I like Fletch- Dean Colechester -I didn't see Cholesterol so now you know even I can be a good boy-. What are you? 14? No no no... 16!" He snorted, with a laugh, and glanced up at Kitty.
"You're a horrible judge of age." He grinned, allowing himself a moments relax as he mimiced Kitty's idea and rested his elbows on the bar. "I'd say you're about... eighteen or so. Maybe just brinking on nineteen." He smirked, rolling his head back to expose his throat and the cords in his neck.
"How old do you really think I am?" This would be QUITE hilarious.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 15:20:29 GMT -5
Kitty smiled brightly at the other man and explained his reasoning for wiping his face with the rag. "I was uhh, heh Dude you still have some wet shit on you from when I tossed it at you earlier." He smiled sweetly, his eyes transforming to large orbs of innocence. Ha! Riiiight. Innocent.
"You're a horrible judge of age." Dean grinned, visably relaxing as he mimiced Kitty's own stance. His voice sounded full of amusement and this made Kitty smile, teeth shiny and white straight blocks of perfection -which was definitely rare in this day and age. "I'd say you're about... eighteen or so. Maybe just brinking on nineteen." Dean smirked and Kitty's jaw nearly hit the ground at the other man's accurate hypothesis.
"Lucky guess." He grumbled, looking away as a blush stained his features. It was a little awkward to have his age out there and known when he'd been acting as if he were 22 or even older!
"How old do you really think I am?"
Kitty tilted his head to the side, studying the other man's boyish yet haunted beauty and he figured he had a pretty good idea of what he was going to say. "I'd say around 17-18ish, judging by your maturity level and how you seem to resort to violence instead of thinking things through first and trying to discuss rather than tear someones head off. Also, you're not really all that big and you're kinda short."
Kitty smiled and waited cutely for the other man to speak. He had a rather smug expression on, seeing as how he was sure that he had just nailed the other man's age as he had doen his own.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 15:30:55 GMT -5
"I'd say around 17-18ish, judging by your maturity level and how you seem to resort to violence instead of thinking things through first and trying to discuss rather than tear someones head off. Also, you're not really all that big and you're kinda short." Fletcher snorted, trying to stifle his laugh, but it came out in threads and howls, his chest pumping with the exertion from it. He paused, trying to breathe, than let out a whimper of amusement. However, he finally settled, and glanced at Kitty.
He looked smug. Dean shot the same look back.
"Really?" He shook his head amusedly. "Well, you're wrong." I won't tell him my REAL age just yet. "I'm 22," He corrected, "And I resort to acting quickly and unrationally, because it's the only way I was trained to protect myself. I bite first, ask questions later, as you've learned."
He scratched feverently at an itch on his neck before continuing.
"And I'm the same height as you, pussy, if not an ich higher." He continued to scratch, a growl forming at his incapability to quell the nip.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 15:45:13 GMT -5
Dean looked as if he were about to sob in pain from a split seam from all the laughter that was being elicited from him. Kitty pulled his head back a little in a, 'what the fuck?' type of look and make a tsking sound while he waited for the other man to calm, his smug expression staying put on his handsome features.
"Really? "Well, you're wrong. I'm 22, and I resort to acting quickly and unrationally, because it's the only way I was trained to protect myself. I bite first, ask questions later, as you've learned."
Kitty's jaw dropped at this knowledge. Dude, this wolfboy couldn't be older than him! No one was older than him! He was the wise one out of the people he knew, dammit! He glared as Dean itched behind his neck, sniffing in distaste as he literally resembled a dog with flees. Kitty hissed at the thought, swearing that if this dog gave him flees, he'd tear him apart.
"And I'm the same height as you, pussy, if not an ich higher."
Kitty made a pfft soundquirking a cocky brow and answering saucily, "Dude, there's no way that you're bigger than me. I'll own up to you being an old man but I'm the bigger boy--man here out of the pair of us. Simple. As. That."
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away, sulking slightly at being told that some other man was older than him. He turned his head to sneak a peak at the other man yet looked away quickly so that the other man didn't know that he was staring at him. Finally, after enough dodgy peeks he whined and banged his head on the bar, whing, "Dude! This isn't fair man, you can't be older than me and around the same size! I'll arm wrestle you to prove how much stronger and better felines -not pussy's you lowsy mutt- than stupid flee biten dogs. Put 'em up." Kitty ordered, taking off his coat and shrugging down his shirt with a little pull as it rose up a little past his belly button.
Rolling up a white shirt sleeve he placed his elbow on the bar, a determined look upon his face. "Come here you cute little puppy and get your ass kicked."
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 15:57:17 GMT -5
"Dude, there's no way that you're bigger than me. I'll own up to you being an old man but I'm the bigger boy--man here out of the pair of us. Simple. As. That." Dean grinned, turning his head cockily.
"Whatever you say," He busied himself with a random object in his reach, toying with it. He was WELL aware of the glances he was getting from Kitty, and was just waiting for it. 3... 2... 1... A..n..d..--
"Dude!" There we go. "This isn't fair man, you can't be older than me and around the same size! I'll arm wrestle you to prove how much stronger and better felines -not pussy's you lowsy mutt- than stupid flee biten dogs. Put 'em up." He watched the other man, sucking on his lower lip slightly, his eyes catching the small drift of skin at exposal, before settling on Kitty's eyes, staring him down.
"Oh? You honestly wanna try that with a true 200 pound werewolf?"
"Come here you cute little puppy and get your ass kicked." Dean sneered, his lip curling as he spun in his seat to rest his elbow on the table as well, his hand open and waiting.
"Fine, you complaining cat, I'll take your challenge. Albeit it is a pathetic one." He steadied himself in his chair, making sure he wouldn't slip and fall out. "Duking it out would be better show of power and dominance." He cracked his fingers, but suddenly paused, frowning, rewinding.
"Did you call me a cute puppy?" He asked wrly, narrowing his eyes oddly, yet in a confused manner, pulling back slightly to stare a Kitty as if he'd jumped on a chair and yelled, "Chic Fight!"
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 16:44:30 GMT -5
Kitty grinned, a sly expression on his face as he saw the 'true werewolfe' put his elbow up also on the bar, hand flexing and waiting. "Fine, you complaining cat, I'll take your challenge. Albeit it is a pathetic one."
"You're pathetic." Kitty shot back, making a childlike sneer at the other man, hihs nose wrinkled up and his chin sticking out slightly. It was quite the comical look actually.
"Duking it out would be better show of power and dominance."
"Eh? Power and dominance? Whatever you say old pup." Kitty taunted, slapping at Dean's hands to stop them from cracking his knuckles. He cringed, 'nasty habit.
Kitty was about to reach for the other man's hand when Dean's face contorted to that of confussion. '"Did you call me a cute puppy?"
If you looked close enough you may have been able to catch the swiftly passed, Deer-caught-in-the-headlights look that was hastily dismissed from Kitty's face. "Pfft, I think you're losing it, old man. Just get your mangy hand in mine and prepare for the ass kicking of a life time."
Kitty gripped the other man's hand in his and then, not being able to resist, rolled Dean's knuckles with his hand, a trick he'd learned as a kid to piss off other kids and hurt their hands when they'd pick on him about his parents. He stopped the rolling and shouted excitedly, "Go!"
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 16:55:46 GMT -5
The look on his face was priceless. "Pfft, I think you're losing it, old man. Just get your mangy hand in mine and prepare for the ass kicking of a life time."
Fletcher scoffed. "Yeah, right. Cause a puny kitten like you has more than an ounce of power." He watched confusedly as the man rolled his knuckles, cocking his head slightly, but didn't say anything.
"Go!" Kitty announced, and Dean straightened his arm and rooted it to the spot, holding hard and fast and his figners dug into Kitty's hands, but his arm didn't move to push the opposing down. No, in fact, he just held it there, his arm not even straining in his exertion.
"You ain't gunna win. I've been around a long time and had my share of fights. Trust me when I say I might be stronger than you." He squeezed his hand to prove his point. He liked dominance, controlling people. It made up for his lack of a parent when he was young.
His arm still held straight and strong like a sturdy rock.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 17:14:12 GMT -5
Kitty grinned and pushed to the right with his arm, trying to push the other man's arms down. He gasped as he nearly face planted onto the ground from the pressure he'd put on Dean's arm and having it stop dead. He stared at the other man in open fascination before chuckling nervously, rolling his shoulders and stating simply, "I knew you were going to do that."
"You ain't gunna win. I've been around a long time and had my share of fights. Trust me when I say I might be stronger than you."
"Might?" Kitty scoffed, staring down his nose self confidently at the other man. "Not a chance in hell poochie." Kitty yelped as his hand was squeezed and he glared, "Don't do that!"
He concentrated on forcing the sturdy arm down and sweat prickled upon his brow as he tugged at the hand. He retracted his claws for a moment before pulling them back; wanting to win this arm wrestle fair and square.
He thought he saw a slight weakening in Dean's arm and, getting a little full of himself he taunted, "Well, since I can't convince you that you're not going to win, how about we throw in a bet? Huh?" Kitty grinned, knowing exactly how he could easily win this thing although he refused to cheat. He gritted his teeth and settled for his fate of having to do something by the rules for once.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 17:18:31 GMT -5
"Well, since I can't convince you that you're not going to win, how about we throw in a bet? Huh?" Dean smirked, shaking his head with amused disbelief.
"That's why you're suddenly throwing in a bet." He waggled their intwined hands back and forth, before smoking Kitty's hand into the bar a few times, than holding fast to the spot once more.
"So, what's the wager, putty tat?" He accepted silently.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 17:54:55 GMT -5
"That's why you're suddenly throwing in a bet."
"What? You think you can read my mind or something puppy? Not a chance. You don't know how I think or operate." Okay, so he wasn't even making sense bt when you really looked at it, someone like Kitty could easily get away with it. Just throw in a little smile and that cute little dimple of his would turn anybody to mush. Well, other than stupid Fletcher Dean Colechester who seemed immune to his charm. 'Bastard...'
Kitty gasped as Dean suddenly waggled their hands, and then bashed his hand into the bar once, twice, three times before lifting it back to it's earlier position, a dizzy Kitty in its wake. Jaw dropped to the ground he could only stare at the other man in open fascination.
"So, what's the wager, putty tat?"
Kitty had been about to squirm his way out of the arm wrestle when he'd said it. He couldn't believe that Dean had called him a 'putty tat]! What the hell was he?! INSANE?! Hissing ferrelly, his emerald greens eyes spitting green fire.
"Alright you bastard, I got a bet for ya. Loser tells about their worst scar and winner gets to sit back and listen, taunting if they so choose." He made sure to accent the fact that he was interested in Dean's scars, although the knowledge of having to tell his own story was killing him inside.
(ooc: permission to power play)
Shaking his head he nodded his head and began to push onto Dean's arm, yet the werewolfe seemed to have some unknown energy to him for all his relaxed stance and with a cry he found his arm smashed hard onto the table top, a gleam unknown in the other man's eyes. Eyes wide in shock he cursed the idiot werewolf. "Stupid wolf, you only got into it when you heard about the stupid wager. Should'ver kept my big mouth shut but of course I couldn't." He glared at their hands, fingers still intertwined and he found himself keeping them that way, liking the wolfs stupid heat that radiated off his stupidly sexy body and into Kitty's completely wanting hand.
He took a deep breathe before letting out a shaky laugh. "Well, time for the sad, sob story, eh?" He darted an insecure glance around the room before starting. "It happened when I was thirteen, my Papa and Father had went out and..." He broke off, coughing to cover up the choking noise he made in the back of his throat.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 18:42:31 GMT -5
"Alright you bastard, I got a bet for ya. Loser tells about their worst scar and winner gets to sit back and listen, taunting if they so choose." Unintentionally, Dean snarled violently, curling his lips back. He wasn't going to lose. But he certainly wanted to make good use of blackmail.
The minute he felt the press of strength, he rebelled and summoned a vicious amount, taking Kitty down within seconds, much as he did deer in the woods. He smirked smugly, a victorious gleam hidden, and swelling with it.
"Stupid wolf, you only got into it when you heard about the stupid wager. Should'ver kept my big mouth shut but of course I couldn't." Fletcher snorted.
"Well, you challenged. I wasn't going to give in." He excused, than glanced at his hand still tangled with Kitty, cocking a brow at him. He wasn't the touchy-feely kind of person. He withdrew his hand, but keeping it close to the other hand.
He heard the shake in that laugh. "Well, time for the sad, sob story, eh?" He caught the glance and cocked his head. "It happened when I was thirteen, my Papa and Father had went out and..." Dean fixed his posture, sitting straighter, slightly curious.
"Go on." He smuged.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 19:12:44 GMT -5
Kitty looked down at his hand before pulling it away and tucking it down in his lap with his other one, fingers entwined. His eyes turned haunted and he swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at Dean. His gaze turned hard and his jaw locked at the memory, anger bubling to the surface.
"Fuck... This is so stupid, it's not even worth telling. It's really not all that bad. I have worse times..." He stopped himself, knowing that it wasn't fair to renig after he had infact been the one to instigate this whole thing. He'd set this trap and he had to get out of it by himself.
"My Papa was out with my father and they'd both left me behind with one of their close friends. His name was Rudy and I'd always thought of him as slightly off, although I wouldn't tell it to my parent's or they'd probably kick my ass. Anyways, I was doing all I could to avoid the man and was on my way up to bed when he stopped me. He," Kitty sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration, suddenly tired beyond belief. "Rudy told me that he wanted me to stay with him and when I told him no he, well, he pushed me against the wall and forced me to, you know. My face hit the wall and that's where I got the scar on my lower jaw."
He looked down anxiously, fidgeting in his seat slightly. "Not much else to say. After he was done with me I went to my room and stayed there till the next morning. He never told me not to tell but the guy was a behomoth and well you can understand when I say I didn't want to get on his bad side..." His voice was small and the joking tone fell flat.
Loosening his collar he looked down at Dean's shirt, asking in a hoarse voice, "Is it hot in here or is it just me?"
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 19:22:47 GMT -5
Fletcher listened quietly, a few times wanting to interupt, actually having a ehart to say, "Stop," But never did. He wanted to know more about this guy. And he was sorry he did. Because he was more alike than he would've thought.
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" He glanced up, unaware that he'd diverted his gaze, to stare at Kitty, his eyes filled with sympathy.
"Yeah, it is a bit hot in here." He wasn't about to take his wife beater off though. He felt guilty, making the kid have to recite that.
"You never told anyone, I bet. Let it control your life for awhile, before you thought better of it and just took a direction where you could keep your mind on something, and it'd just be a bad throb at the back of your head. Just, pushed away from the surface." He looked to Kitty. "What's keeping you going? Because usually people do themselves in after something like that, unless they cling to something." He glanced at the pendant hung around the feline man's neck, his voice thick with sympathy and honesty.
He held out his hand, grasping the pendant between two fingers, holding it delicately as he inspected it. It resembled a scarab of some sort. He closed his hand around it, his knuckles grazing Kitty's chest, his eyes trailing slowly up his neck and landing on that scar he'd mentioned. An impulse made him want to reach out and soothe it, but he resisted.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 20:09:11 GMT -5
Kitty nodded at Dean's chest as the older man agreed with him about the heat in the room although he had a feeling that some of the temperature was probably caused by the rising il feeling he was beginning to get. Bile rose in his throat and he swallowed it down hard. A weird prickling feeling started behind his eyelids and he blinked it away, passing it off as a pain from the smoke of the fireplace.
"You never told anyone, I bet. Let it control your life for awhile, before you thought better of it and just took a direction where you could keep your mind on something, and it'd just be a bad throb at the back of your head. Just, pushed away from the surface. What's keeping you going? Because usually people do themselves in after something like that, unless they cling to something."
Kitty swallowed hard and his adam's apple bobbed a little before he shook his head, looking down at the floor. "I'm not afraid of death, but the loneliness? Man, I just couldn't deal with it. Life's tough, but there are people out there way worse off than me. Parent's do this shit to their children all the time and you don't see them all offing themselves. I'm a big boy. Besides, it was a quick fuck, nothing more nothing less. I have enough sex that the violating feeling has subsided. Like I said, I'm tough and a whore. Works for me, works for the men around me."
Kitty's breathe hitched at the feeling of Dean's hand grazing his chest, long fingers wrapping around his charm. His eyes turned soft as he stared into the other man's eyes and there was something so electrical that passed between them, Kitty wasn't even aware that his face wasn't to far away from Dean's, the wolf's breathe hot on his cheek.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 20:19:23 GMT -5
"I'm not afraid of death, but the loneliness? Man, I just couldn't deal with it. Life's tough, but there are people out there way worse off than me. Parent's do this shit to their children all the time and you don't see them all offing themselves. I'm a big boy. Besides, it was a quick fuck, nothing more nothing less. I have enough sex that the violating feeling has subsided. Like I said, I'm tough and a whore. Works for me, works for the men around me."
He chuckled half-heartedly. "I must be out of date than."
Dean wasn't sure when he had gotten so damn close to the cat, but he smelled so good and he moved his head in a bit, his eyes half-lidded. He inhaled gently, silently, and savoured it. A smirk slowly deluded his features as he leaned in, lips to Kitty's ear and just about in nipping urge.
"You're vulnerable," His voice was like liquid smoke, his accent adding to it as his lips brushed against the man's ear just barely in a graze, gently prying and urging.
"You're also extremely... obsessed with something in this room, I noticed." His lips moved closer to the side of his head, his breath splashing the shell of the younger man's ear. "You've been very obvious about it, but you haven't done anything about it." He teased, his eyes watching the wall in front of him, yet behind Kitty.
"Cat got your tongue? Scardy cat, perhaps? Cold paws?" He taunted in a push. However, before the other man could even consider thinking, he pulled away.
"I think the cat needs to drag itself back home, now." He couldn't believe how much he'd let his gaurd go right there.
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