Well Dressed and Blind - MxM and getting risque

[Mistay]

OOC: Ooo you have plans, eh? -sits back to watch- That's perfectly fine with me, Mem! xD

[iprince]

((Thanks for understanding, love ^^; I feel all mean now, for turning you down ._. ))

[Mistay]

{{Mean? -shakes head- Not at all. Actually, I was sort of afraid to join anyways, seeing that I'm not the most skilled RPer in the world, and I might blemish this amazing story! Seriously, you guys are dynamite together. It's like reading a really good book one page at a time, tantalizing! xD}}

[Vyn]

With the same ease he had displayed hours earlier, Leto slipped his arm through Jaseu's and smiled charmingly at his friend. The sensation of Jaseu's fur coat against Leto's chilled hands put more depth behind the charming smile, remembering that there had been little else beneath it in the momentary peek he'd gotten.

"You're as welcome as always, my handsome Marionette." His words were once again laced with that lovely accent, so strange but so very suiting despite its tendency to dance in and out of his words. "You have problems with your cast?"

Confusion tinted his voice, coupling with the lovely accent. He'd never come across an Euclides that had disliked his cast before, and the surprising realization was fascinating at very least.

Then again, it wasn't as if it were impossible. He'd never come across as many creatures as distasteful of their home as he was. Then again, perhaps that was why they mingled so well? Momentarily his mind flickered onto the memory of Jaseu's sudden pleasure formed amidst the disgust. At the time Leto had been dizzy with hunger and simply craving the company of another after many long years of a self-created isolation but now, with a calmer outlook gained from a pleasant little midnight snack, Leto sensed there had been more to Jaseu's sudden change of emotions than Leto had once believed.

However, those thoughts were easily distracted by the touch of Jaseu's fingers upon Leto's cheek. He was worse than an amnesia when it came to holding onto a train of thought around Jaseu, but the thought did nothing more than form a sweeter curve to his delicious smile, revealing twin points of fangs against his rosy lips.

"You sound as if you're curious for a taste."

The half-breed spoke in a whisper, the accent that had so faded in his voice became far more notable when his voice was lowered. Leto's mind begged to close the small distance between their lips, to give Jaseu the taste of blood he had so easily caught on the air. Thoughtlessly, the simple craving slid smoothly into action, and Leto's lips were suddenly pressed to Jaseu's.

The touch was electric, causing Leto to shiver involuntarily, enjoying Jaseu's taste and absently wondering if the Euclides had found the taste of blood he'd been curious about.

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"Indeed,"Jaseu's lip curled at the thought of them and their distasteful ways. He left the question otherwise dangling in the air, without proper explanation or intention to give one. Perhaps he would further explain to Leto of his dislike for canines and insanities at a later time. Right now he was simply anxious to return to the bodies of his recent prey, then to leave the cast. His nights plans were laid before him, in perfect, intricate order.

Jaseu's fingers burned against Leto's cheek. The skin was hot against hot, a blazing fire, and Jaseu could not tell if it were from his blood or his pretty companion's. The statement brought a quiet hum from his handsome throat, and he seemed to loom closer to the boy,"Perhaps I am."

Even as the words left his lips and electric tingle of anticipation slid up his spine. The fingers of his free hand curled tightly together, fist clenching and breath caught, as if smothered in his painful, empty grip.

The touch of lips was not unexpected, but still sent a jolt of surprise through Jaseu's mind. The thought last for few, fleeting seconds before it was quashed by more dominant emotions.

The taste of blood was faint, but there, as teasing as the light pressure of Leto's sultry lips. He slid his hand from Leto's cheek to the back of his neck, and crushed their lips together. Oh, the feeling was more than electric now. It wasn't just the hot, coppery taste of blood that scent his nerves aflame. Oh no. It had been far too long since Jaseu had had the chance to, even kiss, anyone he had not planned to maul and devour afterwards.

Not that Jaseu would mind a little 'devouring' with this pretty, little, halfbreed.

Lips parted, and a hint of velvet tongue peeked out to taste Leto's lips. So sweet, by itself, and not without the tantalizing hints of faint and drying blood. He growled, a deep, low, possessive sound, like the rumble of a tiger's purr, and slipped his other arm from Leto's grip. His hand, clenching and unclenching now, curled itself against the shirt-tails around the boy's hips.

With nothing more than that quick, cruel taste, he wrenched his lips away from Leto's. A gasp, like a knife cutting the air, sliced between them, as Jaseu gulped down precious air. His hands stilled suddenly, their grip tight but not harmful, unmoving against Leto's neck and hip.

"Or maybe I'm looking for more than just a taste,"his voice was unnormally rough, lowered to nothing more than a deep purr. Secrets and unwhispered promises laced those few words.

But Jaseu still had a duty to his cast. He dipped his head again, placing a chaste peck against the corner of his half-breeds mouth. Reluctantly he pulled away, sliding his hand up Leto's side until it met his shoulder, and, with an ease he hadn't yet shown, he curled their elbows together yet again.

Never, in all his loathing and hatred for his miserable Puppet Master, had Jaseu ever felt this much distress and utter abhorrence towards him. He almost willed the carcasses to be cold for when he presented them to him.

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Leto frowned softly at the obvious distaste. However, the Cast would come later, soon...but later. For now his mind was utterly lost to Jaseu's touch. The boy made a wonderful Marionette indeed, and had Leto not been a vampire as he was, he probably would've been among those corpses hauled back to Jasue's unappealing Cast.

Leto reveled in the touch, something he had experienced in such a long time. Ever since he'd left his home he'd been alone, far too alone for his own preference and Jaseu was a wonderful remedy to this loneliness. The deepened kiss was electrifying, sending another shiver racing up his spine.

At the touch of Jaseu's tongue, Leto's lips parted his own greeting the other. The Euclides growl was echoed by Leto's softer sound, a low murmur of a purr. Soft, but alluring, tantalizingly feline despite the hint of lycan lingering below the surface. The grip on his shirt-tails enticed movement from Leto, winding pale arms about the waist of the Marionette before him.

And then they were parting, and Leto was already craving more. Inhaling deeply, though his body had little need for the habit, Leto nevertheless enjoyed the taste of Jaseu in the air about him. Arms still draped about the Marionette's waist, Leto tilted his emerald gaze up to peer into Jaseu's hollow eyes.

"You won't have too look too hard then..." The young half-breed smiled softly, craving to pull out the promise beneath the words. To make it reality and not just whispers.

Another low purr touched his vocals at the chaste kiss, so easily returned before their arms were entwined again. "Lead away, my Marionette." Leto once again pressed close to Jaseu, displaying his willingness to accompany him to the Cast his friend so detested.

Then, perhaps, when duty was done, they could pursue those unspoken promises Jaseu had left hanging in the air.

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Truly blind in the net of darkness and shadows around him, Jaseu fair crept along the alleyway. The overhanging bridge did not stretch long, but it would make for a difficult journey. Jaseu's grip on Leto's arm tightened without the Marionette's own notice. For a moment he almost wished he carried a cane with him, if only for this little shadowy areas. Caneless as he was, he let the finger tips of his opposite arm scrape across the dirty bricks on his left. He was eerily silent until they passed beneath the bridge, where clouds and shadows had parted to let down a little aura of moonlight.

His hand fell to his side and his grip laxed under Leto's arm.

"Perhaps I shan't have to wait too long either." Vision returned, though dull and colorless as it was, he felt much more at ease to speak again. A charming smile lifted his pale lips, but he did not shift his gaze from the dim path in front of him. He certainly didn't want to have to wait.

The conjoined alcove that led to his recent prey's hiding place came up. There was a sharp turn to the right, and Jaseu gave himself barely a moment to decide how he would go about getting there, without making it obvious he was not entirely sightless. The decision was made quickly and without his usual hesitation. Jaseu inhaled quickly, but his senses were swarmed, not by the scent of death and decay, but the precious little morsel beside him. He licked his lips, he wanted nothing more than to forget his cast and ravage the boy beside him. Banishing those thoughts he sniffed again. Good enough, he need not really follow his nose. Turning slowly he lead them both towards the bodies. Still warm and fresh, but they had indeed been picked at by scavenging vermin.

The smell and sound of stinking rats was heavy in the little alcove, causing Jaseu's lip to curl in disgust. He eased his arm away from Leto's, letting a lingering touch stay upon the boy's hand, before he crouched down and yanked two of the bodies into his grip, hoisting one up and over his shoulder, and cradling the other awkwardly in his arms. One pale hand grasped the dead male's ankle tightly, so his swinging body wouldn't fall. They were heavy with dead weight, but Jaseu need not worry. He was far superior to any human, even in this form.

The third body lay still and slowly loosing warmth on the gravelly ground. Jaseu craned his neck, smile quirked and suave,"Could you, my lovely Leto?" Jaseu would not think the boy and weaker than him, even if he were of slightly shorter stature, and lithe build. A pretty face did not mean one was incapable of handling themselves. Jaseu never understood the reasoning of human males, and their grudges against their females.

Only a few more bothersome minutes and he'd be at his Theatre. Then he'd no longer have to refer to it as 'his'. Oh no. He cast a quick glance at Leto from the corner of his eye.

Then he'd have something completely different to claim.

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Leto was silent as they traversed the short patch of utter dark. Thanks to his heritage he had no shortage of night vision, but he wasn't the sort to boast, especially not in the company of his sightless companion. When Jaseu's grip tightened Leto held the handsome Marionette more securely, though not so much as to appear to be leading him about.

And then they were back in the moonlit night, Jaseu once more at ease against Leto's side.

"That would indeed be preferable."

Never before had waiting been so disagreeable, nor had Leto ever dealt with such a lack of patiences. However, Leto had never dealt with such a situation before and the only thing that rivaled were the bloodlusts he'd gotten as a child, though his craving for Jaseu wasn't quite as severe.

From beyond the copse of his thoughts came a wretched scent, the putrid scent of death. A soft sigh left Leto's soft lips; he would have to wait but, as Jaseu had said, they would hopefully not have to wait for long. For now, they would attend to the corpses, and once the food was delivered he could have Jaseu to himself for a while.

"Of course."

He flicked a similarly quirky smile back to Jaseu. He never enjoyed lingering with the dead, the scent was overwhelming...toxic senses. However, he had a purpose and the sooner such things were dealt with, the sooner Leto could have fun. Stooping, he picked up the final cadaver and settled it over his shoulder, cringing from the stench but otherwise without complaint.

Rising to his feet, he purred darkly. "Now, to this Cast of yours, my handsome Marionette?"

[iprince]

"Hmm,"he hummed, and nodded his head like the bobbing of a true marionette at his Puppeteer's strings,"If I am correct it isn't far. I shouldn't want to be caught toting bodies." Especially not with the knowledge of the night watch patrolling the nearby area. Jaseu had no intention of dragging down a fourth body to bring to his cast. Such a large offering would send mixed signals to his Puppet Master, something Jaseu wanted even less than being mistaken for a grave robber. It would be difficult as it was, explaining to the sad excuse for a sentient being, that he was abandoning his cast. Perhaps he'd let Kujon come to the conclusion himself.

"Perhaps my theatre will be a more suitable area for us to...continue our endeavors, as it were,"he smirked, but turned away from Leto so it was invisible to the half-breed. He started his careful way out of the alley. The bodies' weight was certainly taking a toll on his gait, but he walked no less prideful or elegant as he had before, with the creepy, slinking, undertone of a wary creature.

He would not be able to look back to see if the boy was following. It would give away his secret. If he chose to leave now, Jaseu would just have to... No, he wouldn't leave him. Not such a tantalizing beauty as that. He would force himself to turn back and coax Leto to come. Not, and Jaseu's cocky grin widened as he thought, that he believed Leto had any intentions of staying behind. Not if he'd been faithful thus far.

Jaseu adjusted his grip on the bodies. With a wet, unpleasant noise, pinkish, feline claws peeked out of his fingertips and dug into the rotting skin of the man's ankle. Much better. He flicked long strands of stray hair out of his eyes with a snap of his head, stilling a moment to listen for Leto's footsteps.

He did not wait long. Patience thinning with the prospect of things, possibilities, promises, to come. Hardly bothering to distinguish the sound of light footfalls from those of distant persons and scrabbling of night-time animals, he was on his way again. Jaseu did not need sight, or assistance, to find his way 'home'. It was a path he'd travelled on many an occasion, and like all familiar roads, the feet new it better than the eyes. It would not take but a few minutes blind to reach the splintered entrance of his rotting domain.

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Leto nodded, trying hard to ignore the scent of death so very close to his sensitive nose.

"Perhaps..." Leto cooed, surprised to hear his voice was a smooth and sweet as ever despite his disgust.

However, if the beautiful Marionette could tote about corpses for a cast he had no affection for, than Leto could assist his friend without complaint as well. Silently he crept after Jaseu, keeping his poise even under the dead weight of his cadaver. A vampire alone was enough to lift one human body, dead or alive, but combined with a Lycan's strength as well he had quite the adequate supply of power.

Jaseu didn't have to worry about Leto leaving. The boy was too attached to turn back now, especially lugging a cadaver. He'd be all too happy to follow Jaseu back to his cast and get it off his hands.

Leto smiled over at Jaseu, still gliding along a few steps behind him. Automatically he followed Jaseu, but his mind was in a whirl as distant from reality of Jaseu was. Absently a heavy sigh slid from his lips, it was so hard to keep from expression his anticipation. However, the action was quickly regretted for with it came the intense odor of death.

Wincing once more, Leto picked up his pace even as he lifted his gaze from Jaseu to look around. They were coming upon an old Theatre, most likely their destination. The sight was relieving for so many reasons. First and foremost would be ridding himself of that stench, but far sweeter than that would be having Jaseu to himself.

[iprince]

Jaseu's smile of anticipation waned as the theatre came into view. It was large and beautiful, with steps leading up to blackened doors that hung open in a deadly welcome. Very little could be seen inside, for it was pitch black, and the lack of lighting outside did not help to illuminate the area about the doorway. One thing was for certain, maybe not to Jaseu with his weak and colorless eyes, but perhaps to other creatures of the night. A shape, not so large and formidable as the theatre itself, but certainly something to be wary of, was pacing only a few feet away from the double doors.

But Jaseu's thoughts of such a building being rotten were not far from the truth. Even the grand entry stairs were splintered and bathed in a light green moss or mould. Jaseu's lip curled in disgust as he crept up the creaking, groaning, steps. No feline grace would same him from the slippery, repulsive, wetness of it all.

"Please excuse the,"he paused, searching for an appropriate word. When nothing came he continued,"mess, my lovely Leto. It's hardly befitting of one such as yourself to tread upon. Our Puppet Master is not fond of choosing well-kept abodes for his Cast to reside in." His lip curled even further at the mention of the canine.

Speak of the devil, there was a short yip of a noise from the shadows at the entrance and the pacing white figure slipped out between the old doors and sat himself in front of them. "The smell is nice," the canine euclides flicked his ears back, making the teetering top hat slip forward over his face.

Jaseu's grip tightened on the body of the man,"That's all very pleasant, Kujon, but most of us don't find it nearly so alluring." He sounded as if he were talking to a child.

Without so much as a dip of his head for sign of respect, Jaseu swung both bodies off his shoulders and dragged them the rest of the way up the stairs before dropping them limply in front of Kujon.

Kujon was not looking at the meat, though. He had his blank, narrowed eyes on Leto. A moments silence passed between them, with Jaseu standing awkwardly and angrily beside his puppet master.

"Fresh food?" the canine finally asked, cocking his head up at Jaseu,"You look like fresh food too. Stop it. We don't like it."

Jaseu snorted and turned away, trotting down a few steps with one hand outstretched until the tips of his fingers brushed against Leto's arm. He said nothing in reply to his Master.

[iprince]

((Perhaps we should move this to the Theatres?))

[Vyn]

(All right. ^^ Who should start up the post at the Theatre?)

[iprince]

((I'll just repost my last post there >3 -hurries off-))

[Vyn]

(lol All righty. ^_^ [scurries over to the theatre <3])