Nocturne (Open Thread NC-17)

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

(( Motherfucker. Lost my post halfway through. >_> ))

Alyxandyr stared at Nami in utter shock, mirroring the boy's own expression. This.. was not what he expected. Nothing close to what he had expected. Many a year he had planned this out in his head, ever since he was a kid, and always he was greeted with affection and.. other things. But.. Nami looked a bit skeptical. Okay, 'bit' is an understatement. The boy seemed to be a bit frightened of him, too, for some reason. Had he somehow got the wrong person? No, no. That couldn't be it. It felt right to be in this boy's presence. He'd always been told he'd know who his mate was when they met.. but he'd always assumed the feeling would be.. you know.. mutual? Was this some sort of earth custom of some sort? Did lovers usually run away from each other? He really did doubt that. Seeing a few couples on the street easily proved otherwise.

He stood up to follow the boy when he regained his senses, upping his pace a bit. When within arm's reach, he moved to catch Nami's wrist, his grasp firm but not painful. He'd finally found his one and only. He wasn't going to let this boy go, no matter how panicked and surprised he was. He stopped on the sidewalk, looking rather dejected. This was.. so very strange. It normally didn't feel this bad to have someone turn away from him. Then again, to his credit, not very often did people run from him or even if they had, they had not been his mate.

"You don't understand... No one made me do this. you're my mate. The only person I could ever want is you. I'm not going to.. No... I can't let you go.. We would both be unhappy. I've got to take you away from here.. You deserve so much better than to stay on this disgusting backwater planet." He stepped forward and pulled the other toward's him, slipping an arm around his waist and leaning in to steal a brief kiss. Next, he looked into the boy's eyes, a small smile on his face. "I love you. You're mine now and no one will ever take you away from me now that I've found you, love."

[shinta]

That was the last thing Shinta had expected the man to do. He had never been kissed before and quite frankly, he had doubted it would ever be something he’d experience. He’s always felt like he was the odd one out in everything. Even though he and his brother were twins, his brother was somehow more attractive then he was. People gravitated towards the other twin and Zetsumei didn’t even have to try to get people to like him. It was so easy for the other, but not for Shinta. Shinta had never been good with people. He had always been an awkward and geeky kid. Talking wasn’t his strong point and most of the time; he was naïve to the intentions of others. This made the boy very easy to manipulate. Perhaps that was why he had decided to shut everyone out. It was easier to be alone than to face the fact that everyone only saw him as a tool. No one got hurt that way and there was no need to work so hard to get others to like him. If he only stopped caring, nothing hurt anymore. That pain was locked away and he just stopped thinking about it. But sometimes, when he was feeling his worst, Shinta felt lonely. Those feelings surfaced and he was lonely. Loneliness was a strong feeling. It ate away at your heart and made you cry at night. Shinta cried a lot. When he thought no one was listening, he cried at night. But it stopped hurting a little when Lysander had kissed him.

He wanted to do it again. It was scary to think about it, but he wanted Lysander to kiss him again. He had never before wanted to do such a thing, and it frightened him. What did this feeling mean? Was it a good thing? What were his doctor’s true intentions behind the kiss? This was all so confusing. If he had dated before or something, this would be much easier. Kisses like the one Lysander had given him were reserved for lovers and they had just met. They weren’t lovers. In fact, Shinta had never been someone’s lover before. He didn’t know anything about this. After all, he was just a fifteen year old boy. Shouldn’t Lysander try to court someone his own age? Why was he interested in someone as boring as him? Shinta was completely confused and his feelings were a mess. So he just acted on impulse, something he never did, and wrapped his arms around Lysander’s waist. As he clung to the other, he cried. He wasn’t sure why, but he cried. It wasn’t that he was sad, just confused. His feelings were chaos and it was the first thing he could think of to do.

“W-Why did you do that Lysander?” He asked in-between sobs. “Why did you steal my first kiss?”

He wasn’t really that upset about losing his first kiss to this man, just more surprised and a bit worried that Lysander was using him for something. Shinta didn’t want to be used again. It really wasn’t a good feeling to be used and he hated that feeling. Somehow, though, he knew Lysander wouldn’t hurt him. In this man’s arms, he felt secure and maybe that’s what scared him. He’d never felt secure anywhere before and he didn’t want to lose the feeling. It was a scary thing to think about and he wasn’t sure what to do to deal with it. He just needed to cling to Lysander for a bit longer. Maybe then, he’d be able to figure out just what his heart was telling him.

[Nami Amakura]

[[ Oh, that sucks >< ]]

Nami's mind was in a flutter, as the sounds of his sandles clapping into the ground slammed into his temples. When a rather firm grip caught him by the wrist, Nami gasped softly and whirled around to find the white-haired man attached to the arm that held him. He stared panting gently at the man, his ears picking up the voice that spoke to him from the man. How could this man say he was his 'one and only' if they never met each other? On the other side, the guy was beyond gorgeous and Nami did have a thing for blue eyes. Still it was all so sudden and Nami still didn't know the man's name even.

Then came that kiss, a kiss that made Nami's knees weak and shocks to run through his body. His fingers around the book loosend, the novel crashing to the ground. Sure, Nami heard first kisses are supposed to be special but this was amazing! Nami's eyes fluttered for a bit, his twitchign hand grasping a hold on the man's sleeve as he balanced his weak knees. When the kiss was broken, the poor boy was left breathless and blushing to a noticeable degree. He stared up at the man, a sence of safety and satisfaction running from his heart. This was new.

Wait. The man kept saying planet, as if he himself was from another Planet. For some time, Nami always believed there had been life on other worlds in the universe. Was he being kissed by someone from another world? For the first time since he met this man, nami smiled up as it. " All your points sound logical, but how can you love me without even knowing my name? " Nami said softly, pulling back from the man a bit to lean down and pick up the book that he had dropped. Through the slit on one side of Nami's skirt, if someone were to look you could see a curve of Nami's backside. Skimpy underwear were in this season. Nami then straightend up, took the man by his hand and started leading him for the Apartment Building.

" We.....can talk inside..."

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

"That's a simple question. Even though this is the first time I've met you, I love you because I am meant to. We were honestly made for each other, as scripted and corny as that sounds." He ripped his eyes away from the boy's skirt with a small smirk. He had, indeed, seen all that had been offered unintentionally when the boy leaned over to get his book. That had definitely been a nice sight. The smirk simply faded into a smile as the other took him by his hand and started dragging him along. He amused himself by twining their fingers together, more than happy that this boy wasn't being too troublesome. He had had friends who had found their mates on earth and a few had relayed to him how difficult it had been to convince them to come back to Zerca. So far, this boy hadn't said anything when he said he'd wanted to take him away. That had to be a good sign.

Suddenly deciding that it wasn't enough to just be dragged along, he caught up with the boy and slid his hand from the other's. Without hesitation, the slid the same arm around the boy's side and pulled him a bit closer. He'd always been just a bit over-protective and this was no different. If anything, this made it even worse. One could only imagine how bad it would be once they returned to Zerca, though. Here, the white-haired Zercan had little to worry about in the way of someone trying to steal his mate from him. However, there were plenty of unmated men back on his homeplanet that would have loved to take the boy away from him and make him theirs. He wouldn't stand for this, though. No one would take this boy away from him. He would make sure that, in case anyone did try to steal his mate, that they'd make sure to not make that mistake again.

"Where are we going?" Alyxandyr asked curiously, watching people they passed. He was sure they were giving off the 'lovers' vibe and that was something he very much liked. Whether or not Nami did, the older man already considered them as such. It was fate, so there wasn't an use denying it. This would be the person he spent the rest of his life with. Already, he felt such a love, need, and want for this boy and they had known each other for, what?, five or six minutes at the most? And speaking of such, a question suddenly came to the other's mind. A sly, playful smirk came to his lips, "Is it private? Secluded? Will anyone else be there?"

[Nami Amakura]

"Heh, you sound like some old Chinese fortune cookie. As if...we were meant to be by fate? " Nami said, as he was pulled closer to the man by the arm around his waist. During the week, Nami and a few co-workers at the bookstore were holding a Palm Reading Special. If you bought two books you could get a free palm reading from one of the greatest Palm-Readers in Tokyo. Since it was closing time, Nami figured he'd get his palm read as well and what the women said was starting to be put into place. She had told him: " You will met your other half by coincidence. Your other half has been searching for you and do not shy away from him. He is going to take you to places you've seen in your dreams and happiness abounds from then on." At first, Nami figured this so called 'soul-mate' was taking him to other countries and that he'd meet him in the bookstore. Not at a bus stop and the guy saying he loved him already.

" Oh, we're going to my apartment. I live alone. You may find it a bit odd that a sixteen year-old boy lives alone in a expensive apartment complex. " Nami said, stopping the two fo them once they reached the Security Locked Doors. Nami reached into his left breast pocket on his shirt, pulling out a card and swiped it at the card reader next to the door. A small 'ping' was heard, meaning the door was unlocked for them. He opened it swiftly and ushered the other in. Nami's emerald eyes blinked gently at the realization of the question if he lived alone as they stepped infront of an elevator. " Hey! You don't get to get inside just by saying we're destined to be together! I dont even know you're name or age! So many questions before sex, geez..." Nami said, a small blush on his face as he pressed the button on the elevator. Seconds later, it pinged to open and Nami led the man inside. Once the doors closed, Nami pressed the button by the number '13' and the elevator headed up. Why did he have the sinking suspicion he was going to find himself kneeling on the floor gripping his kitchen table as this man screwed him after ten minutes of conversation?

[Lysander Sotiros]

Now the man just felt bad about what he’d done. He couldn’t decide whether he’d made Shinta happy or sad and now he was just plain confused. When the other clung to him, he just gave a soft, sad sigh and put his arms around the boy. Had he messed everything up this time, too? There had been plenty of things Lysander had done wrong in the past. Was this just another one of them? He didn’t want to make the other sad. Honestly he didn’t. If anything, he wanted the boy to be happy. He never wanted the boy to suffer. He never wanted Shinta unhappy. He didn’t know why, though. They had just met and the boy was significantly younger than him. This was wrong in every sense of the word, but it felt right.

“Again, if you want the truth, I really don’t know why…” He mumbled. It was the truth. He wasn’t going to make this any easier, lie, and say he loved him. He didn’t have a clue as to what his feelings were at the moment. His body had simply said go for it and his body had been too weak to hold it back. The weirdest feeling, though, was knowing that he wanted to do it all over again. He wanted to hold Shinta until he stopped crying and kiss away all the tears. It hurt to see Shinta unhappy. Again and again he asked himself ‘Why?’ but no answer came to the surface. But, this was deeper than he had initially thought it was. This was something past just ordinary attraction. There was something much stronger than ‘love at first sight’. But, what was it?

“Shinta, I’m sorry. I really don’t want you to be unhappy.” He whispered, closing his eyes. This was all so damn confusing for him. No doubt it was even worse for Shinta. God, he’d just stole the boy’s first kiss. They weren’t dating or anything. He’d just taken it and now the boy could never get take that kiss back. He loosened his grip on the boy a bit, finally opening his eyes. He watched the door carefully, wondering if anyone would walk in on them in such a situation. He could get sent to jail for this, but right now, making Shinta feel better was the number one priority on his list. There was only one suggestion on his mind as the moment. He spoke the words to himself mentally, knowing he’d never be able to live up to them. He had to try, though.. He had to, if it would make Shinta stop crying. “If I make you unhappy, I’ll decline the job and leave you alone. If it will make you happy, I’ll never come back.”

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

“What’s a fortune cookie?” Alyxandyr raised and eyebrow at the suggestion. Chinese fortune cookie? Certainly something he hadn’t heard of before. Oh well. It was probably unimportant anyway. What was important was that Nami was starting to get the hint here. A small smile had worked it’s way onto his face when the boy mentioned the word ‘fate’. That was close enough, he figured. The boy probably wouldn’t believe him though. But, he would save that for another explanation. Right now, there were more important issues on his mind. For one, the boy had answered his question. He did live alone. How very fortunate for him.

He wanted to get to this claiming business right away. Sure, it would be improbable for someone to try to challenge him over the boy now, but he wanted to have him marked as his before he went back to Zerca. It was a precaution, sort of. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Another part of it was intense desire. He’d been searching for Nami for quite some time now and he’d covered quite a bit of distance. He figured he was more than entitled to show this new lover of his just how glad he was to find him. It seemed that the boy was going to try and postpone this, though. Sure, it didn’t please him all too well, but he could wait until this boy was ready. Though, perhaps for more selfish reasons of his own, he had figured he’d skimp on the explanation that him claiming Nami would result in a child. That would probably freak the poor boy out and put him out of the mood, at least. He would wait until afterwards and say that he ever-so-conveniently ‘forgot’ when the other started to get a bit round at the stomach.

“Questions? Oh, alright, if we must… Name and age? Alyxandyr Demitrios, age twenty-seven. You’re sixteen, right? That’s out of the way, at least, so tell my your name, love.” He smirked playfully as he stepped into the elevator, turning his head and leaning over a bit to place a small kiss against the boy’s forehead. Sure, they were eleven years separate from each other in age, but age didn’t really matter much to him. Nor to much of anyone else he knew. There were a lot of things more important, anyway. He moved to capture the boy’s ear lobe between his lips, running his tongue over it, “Go ahead and ask me anything you want. I’ll answer anything you want to know, dear.”

[shinta]

Was that what he wanted? Did he really want Lysander to leave and never come back? That wasn’t right. If Lysander left, he’d be all alone. He was sure that wasn’t what he wanted, but then, what did he really want? Shinta had never wanted something before. He had always been satisfied with what he had and never saw the point to having more. But now, things were different. It seems that this person’s mere presence had turned his world upside down. Before, no one had really looked at him. It was like he hadn’t really existed because no one had ever acknowledged him. With Lysander, it was different. The man’s eyes were constantly on him. If it had been anyone else, Shinta would have been afraid, but he couldn’t make himself fear the man. Having his eyes on him was something Shinta found he enjoyed. He had seen an odd glint in the man’s eyes as he had watched him dress, and Shinta wanted to see it again. He wanted to make Lysander look at him like that again. That look confused, yet intrigued him. He wanted to see it more often.

“Sensei…” mumbled the boy. “What do I have to do to make you stay? …you…liked watching me get dressed…so…I’ll take my clothes off if you want!”

Shinta had never before offered to let someone watch him get naked. It was unheard of for him to make such an offer. The boy was extremely shy and self conscious. He didn’t even let people touch him, let alone watch him take anything off. Shinta was willing to let Lysander be the first as long as the man didn’t leave him. He’d do anything to make Lysander stay. It felt like his heart would break if the man left. Even though his feelings weren’t well organized, he had already figured that much out. He knew he was acting out of character and irrational, but that was fine. As long as it meant Lysander wasn’t going anywhere, he’d do what it took. Shinta remembered something his cousin Rin-Rin had told him before. It was something she’d told him he’d do for the person he loved the most. Now that he thought about it, he was sure Lysander fit the description, though he wasn’t completely sure this feeling he had was called ‘love.’

“Ne, should I spread my legs open for you?” Asked the boy with such innocence, it made you wonder if he truly knew what that meant. “If I do that you won’t leave, right? Is that what you want me to do?”

The boy seemed desperate to make Lysander stay. He looked scared to be all alone and confused about many things. Shinta, reacting on impulse, pressed his lips against Lysander’s. This was the only thing he could think of to do. There was still no one around, though the two had been making some noise. Shinta’s room was behind Lysander now and the door to Sujou’s room remained closed. The red head had stopped crying, but he still looked sad. As he pulled away, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were a bit red. The boy looked up at Lysander and waited for the other’s reaction.

[Nami Amakura]

" A fortune cookie is a small tasty cookie that you break open an there's a slip of paper that gives you lucky messages of the future. The cookie is wicked good too. " Nami said, looking up at the floor counter to see they were only at floor four. Curse this slow moving elevator! Nami looked up at Alyxandyr now, who introduced himself and gave an age. Twenty-Seven?! Damn, he looked twenty for a man at twenty-seven. The age difference was a slight factor that made Nami bite his lower lip, not knowing if it would be quite right to date a man eleven years older than him. Though, Nami's slight worry was passed when a small kiss was placed on his forehead. He looked up at the man, only in time for Alyxandyr to snatch his ear-lobe.

Nami epped softly, his face reddening gently as his knees went weak again. Nami's next question came out rather blunt than logical. " How...how big are you.." Nami blurted out, the sentence not registering in his brain until it was heard in his won ears. Emerald eyes widened and Nami gasped, clasping his hands over him mouth. " Oh my god..I'm so sorry I didn't mean that how it sounded I....I....I meant...how tall are you! Yea, yea...how tall are you.." Could Nami make it more obvious he wanted his man? Nami slapped himself a few times mentally as he pressed his two index fingers together. Usually people from Earth would get rather defensive when that question slipped out, but ever since Alyxandyr talked about taking him away from this planet he figured Alyxandyr was from another planet. Which meant Nami would be leaving Earth.

[Lysander Sotiros]

The color rose to Lysander’s cheeks as the boy gave his suggestion. He honestly hadn’t meant to stare at the boy while he had changed. Now he’d made the other think he wanted to see him naked. Of course, his mind was insisting he’d hit the jackpot, but he simply stared. He couldn’t grasp the words at the tip of his tongue. Now his suggestion of leaving had seemed to upset the boy. So, the other did want him to stay there? This was too confusing and complicated for him. He needed to get some solid ground to stand on, so to speak, shortly before he lost his mind making guesses at what the other was feeling and what he was feeling himself. He wanted to give the boy a ‘No’ and move onto the next subject when the boy’s next question brought even more blood to his cheeks.

He didn’t have much time to be startled, though, as the boy’s lips sought out her own again. He instinctively moved to twine the boy’s hair around the fingers of his right hand as the left remained on the small of the younger boy’s back. It was such an odd feeling to be kissing this boy, but then again, it simultaneously felt nice and natural. He was beyond the point of confusion now, but the damage had already been done. When the kiss came to an end, he looked down at Shinta. The boy still looked sad. He gave a small smile as he moved his right hand from the boy’s hair to one of his cheeks, gently wiping away a bit of the moisture with his thumb.

“You don’t have to do anything like that to get me to stay. If you want me to stay, that is all I need. Anything to make you smile.” He leaned in, briefly pressing his lips to the other’s in an innocent, chaste, and ultimately comforting kiss. He could’ve laughed. It felt much better to be holding the boy when his mind wasn’t so eager to protest. He could honestly get used to this sort of thing. “I never want you to be unhappy. It.. hurts to see you so sad, especially when I am the cause of that sadness.”

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

Alyxandyr considered the statement. Oh, so the boy was comparing him to a Chinese cookie with a piece of paper in the middle..? Why.. would people want to consume a cookie stuff with a slip of paper? Some things he just did not understand. Personally, he didn’t think it sounded that appetizing. But, if Nami said it tasted good, it had to be such. Maybe it was a bit naïve to trust the boy so much already, but he knew the other wouldn’t lie to him. His mate, of all people, wouldn’t lie to him, especially about something as trivial as the taste of a confectionary. But, still, he never was that fond of sweets. Even if it did taste good, he’d pass on it.

The boy’s next question surprised him a bit. He’d figured the boy was going to drag this out a bit. But now, it rather seemed like he was getting right down to the point. He laughed when Nami corrected himself, knowing full and well that the boy probably had little to no interest in his height whatsoever. It was cute, the way he tried to hide his own dirty intentions, though. He moved his hand around the boy’s side down quite a bit, quickly sliding under the skirt to give the boy’s backside a good grope or two. Sure, the man was perverted… but he really did mean well. “Well, size.. I’ll let you come to your own conclusions on that, my dear. As for height—currently, I think I’m near 6’4.”

His hand dropped from where it currently sat on Nami’s rear to gently and suggestively running his fingertips down the back of and the inner parts of the boy’s thighs. He leaned in again, playing with Nami’s ears again. He was enjoying this thoroughly. He loved the reactions he was getting from the boy and was ecstatic that the other wasn’t pushing him away. Once he ran his tongue over the entirety of the boy’s outer ear lobe, he moved to whisper, “So how ‘tall’ are you? Oh, and you never told me your name. You must’ve had bigger things on your mind, I’m sure, so I do not mind.”

[Nami Amakura]

Nami was running all the worst things that could happen now that he blurted out a question feared by most. He didn't except a warm hand to find itself underneath his skirt and totally grabbing one of the soft mounds dubbed Nami's backside. Skimpy underwear covered not an inch of Nami's backside, so it was skin-on-skin contact. It forced the poor boy to gasp, his eyes closing as he bit his bottom lip to suppress further gasps from leaking past. So Alyxandyr was 6'4? Jeez, he was obviously strong and tall not to mention drop-dead gorgeous. What was the next surprise?

The hand moved again and Nami found himself gripping tightly to Alyxandyr's sleeve tightly to keep himself from falling. " Nnn....5'3....and..my name...is...Nami...Nami Amakura..." He whispered out, as he dropped his head onto the older man's arms. Nami knew he wasn't entering this elevator again a virgin after he left. " We....we...cant do this in here...." Nami admitted, knowing now what he wanted. He'd question Alyxandyr later, right now he just wanted in his apartment and laying skin-to-skin against this man. Imagine, Nami woke up this morning saying to himself today was going to be a good day. Ironic, no?

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

(( Sorry about that. XD Was reading a yaoi story to get inspiration. Aiko be ready for being a true seme…. Sort of? XD ))

The white-haired man had laughed again at the boy’s gasp. This was such a wonderful situation! He wanted to just freeze the elevator and take the boy right then and there. He would claim him and the boy would officially be his. But, they were in this damnable lift and not yet to the thirteenth floor. The elevator was just taking too long. His body was longing to feel Nami’s against it—it had been for quite a few months now—and the only thing lying between him and satisfying this need of his was this very slow form of transportation. He gave the doors a hateful look, much like that of a cat when it’s been thoroughly annoyed, before turning his gaze back on Nami, his eyes instantly softening again.

“Only 5’3? That is very short, but you’re so attractive that it more than makes up for it. Nami is a very pretty name, too. It’s very fitting for such a beautiful little boy like yourself.” He whispered to the boy in a low and ultimately seductive tone, running the hand that had fell down Nami’s thigh up across the flesh again, though at the end of it’s journey, sliding around to the opposite side of the younger boy’s body, running his fingers teasingly over the boy’s crotch. He leaned in to place a kiss on the boy’s lips, the kiss itself being slow and passionate. When he pulled back, he moved his hand to rest on the other’s hip, still underneath the fabric, “I know we can’t do such things in this slow-as-hell elevator. But, we can start here and work our way to your bedroom, can we not?”

When he wanted something, it was more than obvious that the man was going to get it. He was demanding by nature and not many people—especially the more submissive of the masculine race and quite a bit of the rather odd females of earth that seemed to annoy him whenever he was clearly not interest in them—could deny him of what he wanted if he asked it of them. He was charming and quite the accomplished sweet-talked when it came right down to it. Talking a human boy into having sex with him without question when the situation was in his favor to begin with proved to be extremely easy. He ran his hand—the one that had just previously gave the boy’s bottom a grab and the like—slid out from under the fabric of the skirt and found a new home as it slid under the boy’s shirt. His lips moved from Nami’s ear to place a line of light kisses down the boy’s neck, ending where the stretch of skin met the shoulder. He closed his eyes, placing short kisses on the boy’s beautiful skin as he talked, his voice stained with lust, “Are you a virgin, love?”

[Nami Amakura]

Ping.

Nami panted gently from the touches, squeals and moans escaping him as he watched the doors slide open on the Thirteenth floor. A family was standing there, the wife and husband stareing at the two of them. Mostly because of Nami's clutching at Alyxandyr's arm and the fact the older man had his hand up the blushing boy's shirt. The mother moved to shield her children's eyes, as Nami quickly regained his composer and apologized to the family. He quickly took Alyxandyr by his hand and hurried him out of the elevator and down the hall. Nami lived in apartment number 13-9, and after a short walk Nami found themselves standing infront of his door.

Nami withdrew the second card-key out of his breast pocket, sliding it through the card reader and opened the door. He ushered Alyxandyr in and closed the door behind them, atleast no one could barge in. You needed a card-key to get into the apartment rooms. Nami let out a sigh, kicking off his sandals by the door and walked into his living room. He set the two card-keys and his book down on the table and stretched. Now he was slightly nervous; he was all alone with Alyxandyr and he knew what the man wanted. It's not like he didn't want it, he was just a bit scared. He could still Alyxandyr's lips against his skin, and he knew the man was right. With all the other guys he was set up with, not one of them had made him feel like this. Alyxandyr was right. They were meant to be.

Nami's apartment was decorated nicely, vases of flower practically everywhere and pictures of his family adorned some walls. One in particular was framed by the door, it was Nami and his two brother. It was the day before Nami moved out, they were all at an amusement park. Nami was in the center, his blond hair held up in pig-tails as he held a teddy bear he won at a booth in his arms. His older brother Shuuya, who dyed his hair black and had it in spikes, was to his left with his elbow on Nami's head to show how much taller he was. Nami's twin Yamato was to his right, the blond standing there looking like he was the coolest thing since sliced bread with a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes. They all were smiling, it had been a great day. In Nami's living room, on a wall was decorated with various Japanese Weaponry. Nami liked art, and collecting swords was a hobby. He had about three swords mounted on the wall, each getting a bit smaller as they went down.

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

The Zercan's eyes had jerked open and turned upon the family as the doors slid open. He much would've rather continued what they were doing, but this type of thing wasn't acceptable to do in public by human standards.. Or most planet's standards, actually. People were barely any fun at all.. He sighed lightly and Nami apologized to the family and dragged him from the elevator. He wondered why the boy had apologized. If anything, he figured the couple and children owed them apologizes for the interruption of their alone time. The children surely wouldn't know what they had been doing, and if they had, then what the hell was the damage there? If one could've peeked into his mind, it would've been easy to see the failure in getting what he wanted, when he wanted it had left him temporarily bitter.

He waited impatiently as the boy opened the door. He eyed the card scanner curiously before the door slid open and he stepped inside. Seeing the boy kick off his shoes at the door, the other did the same before following him to the living room. He reattached himself to the boy instantly, holding him from behind with his arms wrapped around the boy's waist, his chin resting on the top of the boy's head. The embrace was more loving than lustful until he started playing with the fabric of the boy's clothes again. He ran his fingers under the waistband of the boy's skirt with one hand and slid the other underneath the boy's shirt, tracking circular patterns on the other's chest with his fingertips. He closed his eyes again, a small smile on his face. The boy had been pleasantly vocal in the elevator and he definitely wanted to hear the boy's voice again. He wanted to get even more reactions from the boy like the ones only moments before.

"This is quite a nice place you live in." The other mumbled, sliding his hand farther up the boy's chest, absent-mindedly running a fingertip over one of the darker nubs of flesh. His other hand had already slid completely underneath the fabric, resting on the brunette's hip as he played with the edges of the boy's underwear now. His eyes opened again, scanning the room around him once more. Nami had quite a collection of photography of what he assumed to either be the boy's family or friends, or maybe both. It made him fairly guilty to know he'd have to take the boy away from all of this. He knew firsthand how bad it felt to lose those close to you and he hated to have to put anyone else through it. But, this had to be done. They had to return to Zerca as staying on Earth was clearly not an option for the two of them. Perhaps he could bring the boy back now and then for visits or something. He didn't treasure the idea of ever coming back to earth, but if it made Nami happy, he'd gladly make the sacrifice. He moved his chin from the top of the boy's head, leaning in to toy with the boy's ear again.

He wanted to get down to business now. He had waited twenty-seven years for this but could not stand to wait another moment longer. He had to show the boy just how much he really loved him before he went insane. The man's body was aching to have contact with the younger boy's. He drew his tongue back away from the other's ear momentarily, just long enough to ask his next question before moving his lips now to Nami's neck. "Which way is the bedroom?"