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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 18:19:38 GMT -5
Possessive blue eyes stared right back, blinking and giving the other male a smoldering look, before the head moves away as he's sent into a spin, a whirl, and his eyes stare back from the end of the stretch, calling, beckoning, a practice for the look he'll give the audience, but also a challenge. There's nothing quite like competition for one Nevin Bryndon, and Angel Matthews was more than just a challenger, he was a challenge. It's as though they're playing some sort of chicken now as he leaned forward, too forward, pushing boundaries, toeing the line, then pulling away again as he's dragged along again.
Heat.
It's like the fire is consuming him.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 18:33:33 GMT -5
Oh the boy wanted to play that way, huh? One more line is crossed as he pulls Nevin closer than before, no space between their torsos as he presses his hand into the other, slowly slipping down his back to rest close to the end of his spine. Angel has moves so their faces are just a breath away from touching, as if he's going to kiss the other before moving both his hands to Nevin's waist. Then he lifts the other with while spinning, setting him down with a satisfied smirk.
Competition.
Challenges.
This is something that Angel can allow the dark perverseness of his mind have. There is nothing wrong with the urges to attempt to tease- play fight with the other.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 18:37:33 GMT -5
He doesn't notice the sparks that trail behind him like glitter in the air as he holds his arms out, sticking the landing of the liftand pressing his body back to Angel's. The other is teasing him back, now, and he smirks to reveal his own set of small fangs, dancing close to Angel now, as close as could be, only half a breath between their faces on the next pass, so that their lips almost brush and he can taste the electric air between the two as a thrilling wave of warmth passes down his spine.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 18:57:02 GMT -5
Angel feels the growl in his chest at teasing. The darkness curling and twisting. He didn't like being played, but, for some reason, since it was Nevin he was getting a bit high off of it. But enough was enough. He moved the last of the distance, the darkness cheering him on as he presses their lips together. His fangs press painfully against the inside of his lips, he can feel another rush run through him. Two rushes. Each one of its own sort. The first being the energy he's receiving from just the kiss. The second is a shiver through his back as if something wanted to tear free, but resists due to constrictions. With this line already crossed, Angel muses in the back of his that there was no turning back now.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 19:07:08 GMT -5
Angel's lips pressed against his, and while for a moment, he finds himself angry, it's washed out by the passion of the whole thing. He leans in, pressing himself forward, grasping, searching with his mouth, exploring the other's lips. It wasn't quite a kiss of love, but also not quite a kiss of hate, either. As though there were some third emotion, a blend between the two. He feels fire run down his spine, a thrill that overflows him, and it burns in his back and wants to explode as well, but is trapped by the fabric of his shirt. The fire spreads down his arms and legs, a pleasant thrill that leaves him feeling warm in its wake.
He doesn't understand what's happening to him - doesn't notice that the flames left trails of shining, ruby scales down the backs of his arms and the fronts of his arms, doesn't notice the long, muscular tail that's now lashing behind him.
The hands that run through his dance partner's blonde hair are now tipped with silver claws, but he's too wrapped up in the kiss to notice that, too.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 19:18:24 GMT -5
Angel only minutely noticed. His mind too busy to keep up with the intense kiss that the darkness is cheering at. His stomach is a curled pool of knots and thorns, but in a pleasant way. And, for some reason, the only thing on his mind is the mantra of "mine, mine, mine".
He nips at the others lips, both playfully and wanting to be allowed inside. The blond has given into the urge, the want to concur the ginger's mouth. Its the darkness that seems to be running the show right now, but its not like Angel doesn't like it... And Nevin doesn't seem to be objecting yet as they continue to flow a crossed the floor with ease, yet a blazing passion.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 19:29:23 GMT -5
Nevin refuses to be conquered, a tongue that's just slightly forked at the tip flickering over the Angel's lips, claiming them - his stubborn pride coming to the forefront, his inherited natural possessiveness whispering that thsi other male was his now, his and his alone. He won't let up the kiss one second before Angel does, as his heart thuds and his lungs burn inside his chest, and warmth spreads farther over his body, his neck and shoulders and most of his back covered in ruby scales now.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 19:39:18 GMT -5
As if he would be outed in an activity such as kissing. His tongue moves to claim the other's, rubbing and tangling as his one hand goes to tangle into the other's hair, his body slowly as he dips the other now. Deeply kissing Nevin even as his own lungs begin to burn, desperation making his heart pound wildly. His other hand on the other's back slips to move under the fabric of the shirt found there, fingers splaying on the scales they find in a possessive way.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 20:04:10 GMT -5
His fingers on Nevin's back feel strange, and the orange-haired boy is suddenly snapped back to reality as he realizes that fact, as the waight on his back brushes over and around Angel's fingers. He breaks the kiss, feeling his heart pound for another reason as Angel pulls out of the dip.
"Wh-what...!?"
Angel's glowing red eyes don't faze him, for some reason, even though he knows they should, but those look natural on the other boy. The way his arms are covered with red scales on the other hand breaks his concentration and he pulls away, feeling both tired and invigorated in a strange way.
"The... the hell is this?"
He's still holding Angel, though not as closely, still in an embrace as he stares down at his arms and scale-covered legs and...
is that a tail? What the hell?!
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 20:14:28 GMT -5
Angel feels the rush die, another rush coming upon him as he slams a hard heel down into the previous urges. Fear has shot through him. Somewhere, below the shock of being pulled away from, his mind is frantic, "please don't tell me I hurt him, please don't tell me I hurt him, please don't tell me I hurt him, please don't tell -". He comes to a stop with Nevin, concern laced in the ways his hands have moves so they now travel the other male's side, "What's wrong?" His red eyes fading back to blue and a few pale gold pieces of fluff flutter to ground. "Nevin? What's... oh god." Then he spots the tail and his heart hammers for a whole new reason, a whole new fear leaping up as the darkness screams in frustration as its stamped into the ground. Indeed. What the hell is this?
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 20:36:37 GMT -5
"I... I.... what the hell?!"
His first instinct was to demand what the other boy had done to him, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the words, mostly because he could tell that Angel was as confused and terrified as he was, annoying as it mihgt seem. He didn't resist Angel's arms on his waist, though he did resist the urge he had to melt further into them, to cling to his rival for comfort. Nevin Bryndon clung to no man.
He removed his arms from around Nevin, stared at the way his hands were covered, all but the palms, with the red scales and tipped with silver claws. Scales plated the backs of his arms, running all the way up into his sleeveless shirt. The fronts of his legs, too, were covered with them. And there was the tail, a long mane of orange hair running from the back of his neck to the top, where it grew into a long, orange tassel.
"I... this is... this is fucked up. What just happened to me? I felt hot all over... I just thought it was the kiss...!"
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 20:43:43 GMT -5
Angel inhales, trying to figure out what the hell is going on as well. Its not like he knows about anything more than humans after all. He shakes his head, "The hell I know." He snaps before he softens his voice. "B... but we'll figure it out, don't worry." One hand comes up to stroke the other's cheek, not like he was fully paying attention to what he's doing. "Please. Please calm down."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 20:51:16 GMT -5
Nevin found himself nuzzling into Matthews' hand, reaching one hand up to grab the other's, feeling himself relax into the touch and the sound of the other boy's voice.
No. No! He wasn't some... some pet.... wasn't somebody's arm prize. He felt himself stiffen. He didn't want Angel to stop.
He wanted to want Angel to stop.
Gently he pulled Angel's hand away from his face. "S-stop that," he mumbled, his cheeks heating to red as he glanced away. "I'm calm. We just... we jsut need to figure out how to fix this. As much as I would love to wear a skirt to school every day, this is sort of beyond that."
He pulled out of Angel's arms, running a clawed hand through his hair as he paced. "Scales. A tail. Claws. This is crazy, I'm like a... like a... like a freaking lizard...!"
The tightness of his shirt against his back was odd.
"There's something on my.... on my..."
He tore his shirt off, not caring if the other male was in the room. Hell, they were both guys, so what? It felt good and freeing, and he sighed in relief as his back no longer felt hot and cramped.
He didn't even realize that it was because large, red-and-orange wings were spread behind him, his mane traveling neatly between them and down his tail.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 21:15:00 GMT -5
Angel come completely back to his senses as he flushes, looking away from the other, clearing this throat. The other was toned and hot as hell. But he was also a little surprised as he gives small, "Hey... Uh...ne-Nevin? You, uh... Look over your shoulder."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 21:29:20 GMT -5
"Hm? Look over my shoulder? DO you think I'm falling for th..."
He looked anyway.
Let it be known that Nevin Bryndon screams like a little girl. He nearly fell in his attempt to scramble away from them, which, of course, didn't work, because they were attached to his fucking shoulders. Then he did fall, riight on his ass, and they spread out in front of him, causing him to take one between his hands, a look of sheer and utter panic on his face. "Th-the hell?! Wings?! Where did these come from?! I've got... got wings! And a tail...! And claws! And scales! This is... this is..."
His throat wouldn't let him choke out the words 'your fault' because it wasn't.
"I'm a freak," he said lamely. "A total freak. Some kind of.... giant.... lizard... with bat wings... and... and..."
He could feel a burning feeling in his chest.
"I have... to calm down. Angel, do you... do you know what's happening?!"
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