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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 8:55:18 GMT -5
"He knows each one individually. I'm sure more than you think he does!" the cat said enthusiastically, though he couldn't help but laugh. "Cute little devotion, huh?" A boyish grin came to his face as he nudged the other back. "How can I work without devotion, without passion, without belief? I knew I loved Macavity when I started working for Fangor because Fangor worked for him, and I love Fangor, and Jazz, and Pascal, and Banshee, and Cinder, and you too."
Somewhat sweet, how well he meant. Somewhat sad for how misguided, how he followed unassumingly, blindly.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 9:07:29 GMT -5
"You're disgustingly adorable," Rozumbrad said. It was true. Chris was a sickly sweet you wanted to hate, but couldn't.
"You love everybody. A right little plaything."
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 9:12:10 GMT -5
"Plaything?" He quirked a brow, tail giving another swish, the smile not leaving his face though there was something accompanying it. Maybe a sort of darkness, or maybe a small shield. An instance. "A right little plaything? Do tell."
But it was true how much he did love everyone. Well... at least everyone affiliated with them. They once had a mole, a spy for another gang. That was the only time Chris remembered being forcefully pulled away from a body. The corpse had been dead for quite some time.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 9:24:24 GMT -5
"You're always ready to to fool around," Rozumbrad confirmed. "You know, play."
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 9:31:01 GMT -5
"Only for a select bunch," he answered, more thoughtfully, head cocking to the side as he shifted the bag again. "Don't you like to play? Surely you do? I don't think much is wrong with that." His weight shifted again, distributed over his legs evenly. Another thought. A late consideration. "Hey Brad? Did you want to play with me?"
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 9:42:10 GMT -5
"There's nothing at all wrong with being playful, so long as you know what you're doing."
He paused. "Are you up to it?" he asked in answer of Chris's question. "I like to meet my match. Not have it all easy and submissive. You have the strength, but do you play like that?"
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 9:45:31 GMT -5
"I can," Chris replied evenly. "It depends on who I'm with, what they want. Easy and submissive, I do that more for the Doctor. It's rougher with Banshee, she likes it rou--well, yeah, you'd remember that of course." A smile came to his face. "We made her filled with love."
He studied the other. "How do you like your play? What's a good meeting point?" More curious than anything.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 9:48:09 GMT -5
"I like equals," Rozumbrad said. "I want to work for control, and not always get it. It's way more fun than weak whores who are just cheap trash with no life."
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 9:55:40 GMT -5
"One small spark becomes a fire."
It didn't quite make sense in context, but Chris was trapped again in his thoughts.
"I think playing with you would be enjoyable." Rozumbrad had the height advantage, but Chris was never intimidated by that. Granted, the only thing Chris usually was intimidated by was, well, disappointing his family. Fear never surfaced. "Do you want to set up a playdate? Eat fish? Play now?"
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 10:02:24 GMT -5
Roxumbrad thought for a moment, looking at Chris.
"Play now, then fish, then see how we feel after that."
He stepped forward. "Just don't make it too easy."
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 10:09:54 GMT -5
Chris offered a nod, again giving a contemplative thought, this time in terms of location. He didn't mind playing in public, but sometimes the idea of being away worked well.
He didn't say anything to the other, instead breaking into a fast run, leaping up on a bin before using it to propel himself over a fence. Landing in a crouch, it was a quick trip to spring to his feet and take off once more. It was a seedier area with more abandoned buildings, one still under Macavity's terrain but not in the heart of it.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 10:18:11 GMT -5
Rozumbrad gave chase. This was more like it. Hunting down his prey. When he caught him, one of them was going to be fucked, and he didn't really care which.
He followed Chris, slowly gaining due to his height an longer legs.
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 10:28:35 GMT -5
Chris ducked around a corner before spotting a window, barely space underneath it but enough as he leapt up, throwing his bag in first before squeezing through, leaving the bag where it landed as he ducked into the shadows, in hiding. Waiting.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 10:31:42 GMT -5
Rozumbrad arrived and couldn't fit under the window. He gave it a shove and it moved upwards, enough for him to slip under.
He prowled in the dark, licking his lips, pants not tight simply because he had no underwear on, and his pants were baggy enough to give his not yet complete arousal room.
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 10:40:02 GMT -5
Chris crouched, waiting. Watching. It was easier with that much of a headstart. Just the way it was easier as he charged from behind the other, arm wrapping around Brad's neck, other gripping the front of his pants as he tried to wrestle the taller tom down.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 10:42:34 GMT -5
Rozumbrad fell to his knees in surprise.
He grunted and gripped Chris's arms, trying to pry them off. He may be shorter, but damn, he was strong.
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 10:50:16 GMT -5
The other cat didn't relinquish the grip, shifting onto his knees as he rocked back, opposite arm pulling Brad over him, Chris's chest to his back, a buck up of his hips given, somewhat a warning. A challenge. "That all you have, bitch?" he breathed against Rozumbrad's neck, giving it a lick.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 10:55:25 GMT -5
"Fuck you," Brad growled. He leg go of Chris's arms, pushing between them instead to push his body away. As much as he would like to have Chris enact that threat, he wouldn't give in easily.
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 10:59:43 GMT -5
"Like to see you try," Chris taunted before he rolled on his back, pulling the other with him before on his side, kneeing the small of Rozumbrad's back to pin him against the ground. "I thought you wanted me to play equals," he mocked. "I'm going easy on you, and that's still all you've got?"
He hadn't much intention of letting the other get the upper hand.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 11:02:22 GMT -5
One of Rozumbrad's legs moved behind, bending back to dislodge Chris's other leg, rolling with the hope that he had made him unstable enough to get the advantage.
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 11:10:43 GMT -5
Chris slipped for a second, taking the moment to release the other completely as he rolled across the ground and leapt to his feet, poised in a crouch. A wicked smile played on his lips. A sense of timing. Patience.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 11:18:07 GMT -5
Rozumbrad stared of with Chris for a while. Then he leapt. A full tackle on Chris, hitting him around the middle, sending them both to the ground.
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 11:25:09 GMT -5
The other cat rounded his back to absorb the impact, legs wrapping tightly around the other's back, ankles hooking for extra security. "So you want to play like that?" He spat, both hands working to undo the fly to his cargos and slip his cock through the slit in his boxers. "You want your face in that? Suck it, bitch." Both his hands moved then, one shoving against the top of Brad's head to force him down lower, the other gripping the back of Brad's neck, an added pain. He wasn't raging hard yet, but getting there as his hips bucked up.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 11:29:02 GMT -5
Rozumbrad growled, gnawing his teeth against the semi-erect cock.
He braced his hands against he ground, trying to push up from his position, yet his tongue still lashed out at Chris's member.
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 11:56:48 GMT -5
"Fuck! Watch the teeth, son of a bitch!" he snapped, using his hand to then smack he other's cheek, regripping his hair as he bucked up into the inviting tongue.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 12:25:04 GMT -5
Rozumbrad reached a hand around to tug at the back of Chris's pants, trying to pull them away from his backside. His own back arched, still trying to dislodge the feet on his back.
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 12:35:48 GMT -5
The cat twisted further, finally offering a groan as he pressed up, bucking by the other's mouth, loving and craving the contact. The thrill of it all. The love.
That was what it came down to for him. Just love. Loving everyone. Everything. His gang. His cats. They were all together.
He struggled for a moment, lifting up his hips to try and slide his pants and boxers down, then bewildered and caught, unsure of how to take them off without letting the other go. Letting Brad go at that moment would be giving up the dominance. Then again, Chris was strong.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 12:45:55 GMT -5
Rozumbrad used both hands to pull, managing to slide Chris's pants off his rump, but still stuck on his thighs. Nevertheless, it was enough for him to slide one hand up Chris's boxer leg, giving his balls a tug.
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Post by Chris on May 29, 2010 12:56:39 GMT -5
Chris hissed a little, by that point definitely raging hard as he tried to wriggle out of the offending fabric, irritated with the lack of mobility although it turned him on at the same time. His own hand shoved down the front of Rozumbrad's pants as he smirked.
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Post by Rozumbrad on May 29, 2010 12:59:39 GMT -5
Brad's hand travelled around to the base of Chris's tail, tugging at the tail before brushing over his entrance. Two fingers were ruthlessly pushed in, an attempt at turning the tables.
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