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Post by ode on Nov 30, 2010 21:24:11 GMT -5
Running a hand down the nervous giver's arm, he leaned in to whisper in his ear, "How would you like to come home with me?"
The man gulped but nodded frantically.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 30, 2010 21:25:01 GMT -5
Drakary was already being led off to the backstage area with the sexy little bearer.
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Post by ode on Nov 30, 2010 21:26:32 GMT -5
Aida did indeed take the man home and had him come no less than four times before the man passed out in his bed. Never one to wake up with a lover, Aida had his AI transfer the man to one of Mentisiquar's premiere suites along with a letter thanking him for a good time. Settling back in bed, he sighed. Now he was ready for some shut eye.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 30, 2010 21:28:43 GMT -5
Drakary's condo was filled with the screams of two lusty little bearers as he pleasured them, pounding into one and jerking the other. In no time, the boys were screaming in pleasure and Drakary was emptying himself onto their chests.
"Alright, you can go." he said after the pair had recovered.
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Post by ode on Nov 30, 2010 21:33:32 GMT -5
Aida awoke the next morning feeling invigorated- That is until he turned on the tv and saw himself and Drakary grinding only to have a headline of TROUBLE IN PARADISE right beside it as the announcer went on to show both of them leaving with separate people.
Phoning up Royce, he snapped. "You released the statement to the press anyway?"
The man knew he was in hot water and immediately denied it. "Absolutely not! Mr. Croix got the go ahead from Mr. Jukar in saying you two would be dating for the press." He seemed to have gotten his umph back when he snapped out the next statement. "What the hell were the two of you doing putting on a show like that before leaving with other people? Stars!"
Aida groaned and clicked off the vid, not wanting to deal with the press storm he knew was waiting downstairs from his condo.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 30, 2010 21:35:11 GMT -5
Drakary blinked as he woke to the familiar sounds of press. "What the right fuck?" he blinked, stomping to his door and hurling a few fire balls outside. "FUCK. OFF!" he growled before slamming the door.
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Post by ode on Nov 30, 2010 21:39:24 GMT -5
Thankfull for his AI, when he finished dressing he teleported to the studio. He was currently working on a different album.
SIghing when he saw Royce already waiting with a reporter in tow to give his official statement, he avoided the pair and headed inside the sound box.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 30, 2010 21:44:35 GMT -5
"Breaking news, it seems there IS trouble in the DrAida relationship, as it has made for a very grumpy Drakary. When reporters tried to get a statement from him, they were rewarded with this--" the clip showed Drakary yanking open the door to his apartment and throwing several fireballs at them before roaring a "Fuck off" and slamming the door.
"My my my, is the celebrity 'IT' couple over before they began?" the reporter asked "This is Luna News, standing by."
Drake rolled his eyes and called his agent.
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Post by ode on Nov 30, 2010 21:46:57 GMT -5
Mr. Croix answered the phone with a sigh, "Hello Drakary. how can I help you? I mean other than trying to kill the media frenzy because the two of you can't keep yout dicks in your pants."
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 30, 2010 21:49:06 GMT -5
"You can find a new job," Drake growled. "The fuck is all this?!"
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Post by ode on Nov 30, 2010 21:51:35 GMT -5
Croix rolled his eyes. He had been fired no less than twelve times but, since no one else would put up with Drake, he still had a job. "You gave me the go ahead that you would agree to dating him. I had just released the press release last night. It was supposed to be this morning news. Instead it's this mornigns blow up."
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 30, 2010 21:54:21 GMT -5
Drake looked at the male. "When the hell did I give you a go-head?"
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Post by ode on Nov 30, 2010 21:56:28 GMT -5
"Right before you hung up on me last night," Croix sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It doesn't matter, it's what the studio wanted. So it's what they got. You can fire me all you want but in doing so you lose your next 8 contracts. Now the real question here is what are you going to do to give the press the impression there is nothign wrong between you two?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 30, 2010 21:59:00 GMT -5
"Fuck the press," Drake grunted.
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Post by ode on Nov 30, 2010 22:02:24 GMT -5
Croix ran a hand over his face. "Do it for the studio, Drakary. Stars. You're their poster child even though your an asshole."
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