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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 18:45:11 GMT -5
Chris offered a purr and tiny squeal from surprise, though pleased, as he crawled over with an ease, shifting his body to sit sideways in Pascal's lap. "Nawww, you're not jealous, are you? She's not, is she?" he asked of Banshee as he looked up to Pascal, mildly worried. Thoughts of his mate still being in the alley and probably being able to watch never came to mind. Why would they? He was with family, and God, did he love his family.
His tail swished a bit more, gesture making him seem like a teenager himself, not going on twenty-four.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 18:52:57 GMT -5
"Warum? Ich habe Ihnen in meinem Schoß. Sie hat es nicht," Pascal said simply, sliding his hands up Chris's shirt.
He didn't expect him to understand what he said, that was mildly the point.
*[Why? I have you in my lap. She has not.]
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 19:17:24 GMT -5
Chris lifted his arms up, pulling his shirt in the movement. His chest was shockingly muscled though marred by a tremendous amount of scars. Street fights. The routine was similar in that aspect as he let his shirt down and to the side as he stretched. If there was something he was certainly confident about, it was his physique. He might not have been as tall as some of the others, but he made up for it with his build.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 19:21:37 GMT -5
Pascal ran his hands over Chris's bare chest, tracing the muscles. "Schone," he murmured, licking at Chris's neck.
"He's a cutie, isn't he?" he commented to Rozumbrad and Banshee, purposely ignoring Fangor. See if he could make him jealous.
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Post by Fangor on May 12, 2010 19:30:07 GMT -5
However, Fangor wasn't deterred so easily as he sat back, skewered rat still on the stick.
"I've had better," he said calmly before taking a larger bite, chewing, and swallowing, ignoring the red dribble of blood down his chin. Though, well, Chris wasn't bad. Almost too easy for what he wanted. Maybe not as smart. Then again, Fangor didn't particularly want anything. If it bled, it bled and that was hot. If it screamed and bled, better. The more fight, the more horny he got.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 12, 2010 19:40:08 GMT -5
Rozumbrad didn't answer, just continued to observe them, and the others, from his relaxed position.
He had decided that he was going to have to bang Chris sometime. And bend over for Fangor. Hello promotion.
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 20:26:19 GMT -5
Chris purred, tail swishing in time with Pascal's licks as he smirked rather than smiled, something a bit more seductive than just a cutie, although mostly one. He was convinced it was his face, a bit of an innocent babyface, really. But it didn't matter. What mattered was he was getting attention, affection, love. It was thrilling.
They doted on him more than Kitrina, he was convinced. That or her doting had gone a little sour.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 20:31:29 GMT -5
"Apart from me," Pascal commented to Fangor. Being naughty was fun.
He used on hand to undo his shirt buttons, keeping the other on Chris, grazing his back with claws. The hand slipped beneath Chris's pants, groping his buttocks.
"What would you like the Doctor to do today?" he asked.
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 21:32:47 GMT -5
"Mmm, I'm not feeling so well, Doctor. Can you make it better?" He arched his back, hissing with the sensation of claws, that sharp and sweet sensation. He thrived on it. It was euphoric as he wriggled. He didn't care so much about privacy. Not then. Then again, there never was much privacy. But it was okay. It always felt good. He only remembered it hurting a few times--most of them being the first few times he'd bottomed, Fangor being the first one to take him, a sort of territorialism, then Jazz, and then he couldn't remember. Was it Pascal? Maybe.
He never cried, though. Not even when he'd choked on Fangor's cock as Jazz fucked him. He thrived on it. He wanted all of them. Wanted all their love.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 21:42:51 GMT -5
"The Doctor can fix any ache."
Pascal pushed Chris's pants down as he moved him onto his back, kissing him on the lips again, forcing his tongue in. His hands pulled the pants down to Chris's knees, as his own fly was undone.
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 21:53:58 GMT -5
Chris offered a moan as he wriggled, trying to get his pants lower, suckling on the velvety tongue, arms moving above his head as he broke contact to moan. It'd be a good night. That was for certain. A good night with the crew.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 21:58:16 GMT -5
Pascal managed to get Chris's pants completely off, removing the underwear as well, tossing it over his shoulder at Rozumbrad. He moved his own pants to his knees, open shirt hanging from his elbows as he moved into position, hoisting Chris's legs.
He moved in deep. Chris was always ready for it. Such a good activity after a day of hard work dealing with stupid people.
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 22:07:26 GMT -5
Chris squeezed his eyes shut, a deep breath taken in. That always seemed to be the trick; as far as he was concerned, he could take anything that was thrown at him in life, especially stuff like this. Curled with his legs over Pascal's shoulders, his hands gripped the ground behind his head, small bucks given to aide the hard rides. He grunted in thrusts, eyes opening as he exhaled, riding out the motion.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 22:11:21 GMT -5
"Feeling better?" Pascal asked, panting as he thrust hard. Sort of similar to Fangor, he liked it rough. The difference was he didn't like it violent. Unless he was biting Fang and lapping up the blood. He liked that.
"Ach, minen youngen, du sind gut."
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 22:23:38 GMT -5
Chris was one to enjoy was was there for the taking as he met the other's pace, a hand moving to grip around his length and stroke hard and fast. Damn, this was good. A euphoriating night. A fantastic one. Being around everyone. Sharing Coalie with Fangor. The circumstances seemed different, everything under rose-tinted lenses.
He was able to only pick a few words from the German, before in his Northern accent replying, "Ja. Das ist gud." Not even sure if it was correct in any sense, but it seemed appropriate.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 22:33:33 GMT -5
Pascal grunted as he pushed hard, ignoring that fact that there was some light bleeding. Chris never seemed to mind.
"Ach! Chris! Scheissgal!"
He slipped out as he came, shooting up Chris's chest, thinking he looked quite cute that way.
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 22:35:51 GMT -5
Chris winced in pain a moment, turning his head to the side as he panted, stroking himself hard and fast until he released as well, groaning more deeply. He trembled a little, a few involuntary spasms, before lying mainly still. Damn. Just damn.
His eyes roamed from Pascal's face to study the others from where he could without budging. He learned a long time ago to never try to immediately move after that. Always a bad idea.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 22:39:02 GMT -5
Pascal leaned down to tenderly lick the mess off Chris's chest.
"All better now, my boy?" he asked, letting his small beard graze Chris's stomach.
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 22:53:06 GMT -5
"Mmm." A nod was given, eyes falling shut. "Gimme a few mins, and I'll be back on my feet-" he paused then, almost horrified, before he looked to Fangor. "Unless you want me for anyone else, boss." He'd learned the hard way about asking, and felt terrible whenever he didn't. Fangor was so upset. Or at least seemed upset. Or Chris imagined it when Fangor smashed his face against a brick wall.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 22:58:58 GMT -5
Pascal threw a 'be kind' look at Fangor. Chris was no fun injured.
"Just relax," he said, combing claws through Chris's pubic hair. "I have a fun idea, for as soon as you feel fine again."
The usual, suggest things mode. He got much further by convincing others that they wanted to do it.
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Post by Kitrina on May 12, 2010 23:02:44 GMT -5
From the adjoining alley, Kitrina watched everything. Chris didn't even seem to acknowledge her, or remember, and just let that creep fuck him in front of everyone. He wouldn't let her have a special time with him, but just let Pascal do whatever he wanted?
Every day broke her a little bit more as large tears rolled down her cheeks and she staggered to her feet, limping in the direction of her den. Fuck the wardrobe--she'd go to jeans. To tanktops. Maybe even ugly sweatshirts. Anything that was harder to get to.
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 23:04:00 GMT -5
"Fun idea?" Chris's ears perked up as he shifted onto his elbows, legs spreading a little bit as he enjoyed the grooming rather thoroughly. Even though he wasn't completely fine, he wouldn't tell the other that. "I'm good. What's the idea?"
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Post by Fangor on May 12, 2010 23:09:39 GMT -5
Fangor, meanwhile, had been lesser interested in the fucking spree, watching with mild disinterest as he ate the rat. Chris was too behaved, but like hell he'd make that one scream. He was perfect for his job, and Fangor intended to keep him that way. Although it was obnoxious to be given that look by Pascal. He'd punish the other later.
Maybe come in his eye or something equally unpleasant.
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Post by numbertwo on May 12, 2010 23:13:03 GMT -5
"Well," Pascal began, playing with Chris's member, intending to get it hard again. "Banshee needs is bad," he said, quietly so the mentioned queen wouldn't hear. "In fact, twice as bad. So if you go and put it in her, I'll get hunky newbie to come behind you, and put it in her too. Both in the same hole, at the same time, huh?" he encouraged.
"I bet she'd like that. Twice the love," he added, just manipulating Chris a little more with that word.
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 23:18:11 GMT -5
"She would?" The tom's head turned to the queen. Both Scottish. Both attractive. She was a gorgeous tabby, just like Coalie, only brown instead of gray.
Stiffening up, he lumbered to his feet, a few steps taken unsteadily as he approached Banshee. A hand traced her face. "You need it?" He didn't so much as wait for the it as he gripped a hand in her hair, forcing it up toward him, a bit of a darker expression on his face. "I'll fucking love you."
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 12, 2010 23:21:57 GMT -5
"Interesting plan," Brad commented casually to Pascal. He had heard it all. He was supposed to.
"I must admit that causing her pain has its appeal," he said, watching Chris with become more rough.
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Post by banshee on May 12, 2010 23:40:01 GMT -5
Banshee watched their escapades with a mildly amused expression on her face. Sex, like killing, was an activity that had long since become practically a daily thing. It didn't shock any of the gang anymore, it just seemed to happen, and you took it when you could get it. It was lucky for Banshee she got off on pain. If she didn't she'd probably be the same as Kitrina in a few years time. Broken.
She had to smother a giggle at Chris' good nature. The Doctor was rough, but Chris, always eager to please, didn't cry out, not once. She could hardly deny her body's reaction to watch him being rode, hard, by Pascal, and the sight of blood drove her even higher. she pressed hard on the M, digging her fangs into her lower lip.
She could see Pascal whisper to Chris, once they had finished, but couldn't hear what he was saying. She was, however, jerked out of her reverie when Chris grabbed a hold of her hair, pulling hard. She gasped, then purred, a low, deep, animal rumble in the depths of her chest.
"Gotta make it hurt," she panted breathlessly, tipping her head back so the tension on her hair as increased, little jolts of agony down her spine, setting her nerves on fire with excitement. Hearing Brad behind her, and his obvious distaste for her, made her squirm with glee. It was better if there was hate.
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2010 23:52:59 GMT -5
"I fucking will, bitch," he said harshly, the lust coming to his eyes. "I'll love you so hard you can't fucking walk straight." The lines always blurred for Chris and that eagerness to please, probably the most manipulatable out of their group, the most gullible, and the most loyal. It depended on the situation, but he was fierce.
He growled as he crawled over her, not thinking of the harder consequences as he clawed her waistcoat and shirt just to the side of the buttons so it'd sever in two pieces. Rather than cut through her bra, he pulled the straps closer toward her neck before yanking the front of the cups down and over so the underwire would cut into her skin. Two hands closed over her breasts, a hard grope given before he ducked his head to lick and bite a nipple.
"Coalie's are bigger."
And he flipped her over onto her stomach, a fist forcing it's way against her spine to drive her torso against the ground, a hand sliding before them to work at the fly to her pants. Dandy be damned, she'd feel pain. She'd feel love.
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Post by banshee on May 13, 2010 0:09:55 GMT -5
Banshee found she rather liked the dark look that came into Chris's eyes. Much better than the goopy look he got around Kit. However, she had to slam her eyes shut and gasp loudly as he yanked at her bra, the wired biting hard into her skin. At his insult, she growled, irritated at being compared to Kitrina, but the masochist part of her brain reveled in the derogatory comment. At the thought of Kitrina, she moaned loudly, partially from the lust building inside of her, and partly because she hoped Coalie would hear it. Hear it and know where Chris was, how he was spending his time when he could be comforting her. The fierce joy at this realization was coupled with momentary shock as he forced her down.
She pressed against him, still purring loudly. "Don't make promises you can't keep," she teased breathlessly, nipping at one of his forearms from her position on the ground, tail thrashing excitedly.
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Post by Chris on May 13, 2010 0:13:06 GMT -5
Fly successfully open, he growled in delight, using both hands to pull her pants and panties down, lifting up each of her legs high to succeed in it. A hand smoothed down her side before he used his hand to slap her crotch hard, not waiting for the recoil as he shoved himself in, and deep.
"God..." he groaned, head tilting back. "God, you're tight."
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