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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 30, 2009 20:02:10 GMT -5
Jazzy gasped again, biting his cheeks to control the moan. "No." he said, pushing at the male. He fought through the arousal to find his anger. "Get off! Who the fuck do you think I am?" he growed, pushing at the man's hard body. "I'm not a common whore."
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Post by clementine on Oct 30, 2009 20:12:13 GMT -5
Unsurprisingly, Akelah didn't move. "Hush." He murmured, voice husky. "I know you're not a whore." He added almost gently, still burying his face in Jazzy's hair and taking deep breaths.
"You smell like chocolate." He whispered. "Did you know that?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 30, 2009 20:16:51 GMT -5
Jazz shivered. "Um...no," he said shakily. He could feel the male everywhere, it was driving him insane. "Please get off." he said almost pleadingly.
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Post by clementine on Oct 30, 2009 20:30:32 GMT -5
"Don't want to." Akelah said petulantly. Wanting more, he licked at Jazzy's neck, right where he would mark the male. Wait. The lion jerked back, shoving Jazzy away and looking horrified.
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 30, 2009 20:35:07 GMT -5
Jazzy made a soft noise in his throat as his head hit the bed from the force of the shove. He looked up, completely confused, but greatful the male was off of him. A hand was on his neck where it still tingled where he was licked.
Tonight was completely crazy. He just didn't get why these things happened to him
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Post by clementine on Oct 30, 2009 20:43:43 GMT -5
Akelah bared his teeth at Jazzy. "Who are you?" He asked again, angry now. This had to be some kind of trick. No way in hell was the human his...his...well that certain thing.
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 30, 2009 20:47:21 GMT -5
"What?" Jazzy asked, completely baffled. Who ever heard of a bipolar alien? "I'm Jazzy." he said, blinking. "I've already told you this."
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Post by clementine on Oct 30, 2009 20:54:21 GMT -5
"No." Akelah shook his head violently. Jazzy had obviously lied to him. He had to be working for those vampires, sent as a distraction for him. That made the lion snarl and grabbed the front of Jazzy's shirt and shook him.
"Dont. Lie. To. Me." He hissed.
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 30, 2009 20:59:01 GMT -5
"I'm not lying!" he cried, his hands flying up to grasp the angry alien's wrists. "My name is Jasper Ewan Hale! Everyone calls me Jazzy," he said with a bit a fear.
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Post by clementine on Oct 30, 2009 21:18:40 GMT -5
Before Akelah could shout some more, a voice sounded overhead. "Ease down Akelah." Came Jack's voice over the intercom. "The human tells the truth. I've just run a background check. He's had no association with an Jeskaran's until this night."
Jazzy was save, it seemed, by Jack, for Akelah eased his grip on the human's shirt.
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 30, 2009 23:02:19 GMT -5
Jazzy wrenched himself away from the large male, moving backwards until his back hit the wall. He just wanted to go home! He wanted to go home, back to his normal, miserable life--pinning over Damel, writing songs to get the anger out, going to practice, getting onstage and forgetting it all, before returning home to sleep alone and put on a smile the next day so no one could ever know what he really went through. With every thought there was a different flash of pain, but Jazzy would rather have that familiar pain than be trapped here with a homicidal alien and his crack pot computer pet.
He glared at the alien, refusing to shed the tears of frustration and anger that came from being caught in a completely unchangeable situation. He just wanted to go home! He couldn't remember doing anything bad to anyone, yet here he was, in a precursor to hell. The male before him couldn't seem to make up his mind between killing him or raping him first and Jazzy was fucking sick of it.
He just wanted to go home.
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Post by clementine on Oct 31, 2009 20:25:30 GMT -5
Akelah sighed, scrubbing a hand over his mouth. The emotions rushing through Jazzy were confusing the lion and he shook his head. "You're not going anywhere." Akelah finally told the frustrated tears. "At least not until I figure you out."
At that, the lion got up and left, making sure to lock the door. Jazzy was not who Akelah thought he was, refusing to believe that the male could be his...mate!
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 31, 2009 20:48:52 GMT -5
Jazz pounded the wall, before crumpling to the floor, finally letting the tears fall. What had he done to deserve this?! After a while, he pulled out his iPod from his back pocket, hoping the music would help soothe his feelings.
He moved to a corner of the room, sitting down as pulling his knees up, playing his his "Calming" playlist. Michael Jackson's "Earth Song" began to play, and he put it on repeat, closing his eyes.
About halfway into the third replay, he began to sing softly, lulled completely into the world of music and away from his situation.
"What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son...
What about flowering fields
Is there a time?
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war?
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth, the weeping shores?" his voice was soft at first, but beautiful and clear, entrancing even.
"Aaaaaaaaah Oooooooooh
Aaaaaaaaah Ooooooooooh" He closed his eyes, feeling the beat, and thinking of nothing but the sound of the bass and drums.
"I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don't know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far
Aaaaaaaaah Ooooooooooh
Aaaaaaaaah Ooooooooooh
Aaaaaaaaah Ooooooooooh
Aaaaaaaaah Ooooooooooh..." he opened his eyes, his happy place gone as they took in the strange bedroom yet again. Jazzy sighed, burying his hands in his face. This was hopeless--he was never going to make it home. Not if that great hulking, heartless, insane, beautiful (no! bad Jazzy!) , bastard had anything to say about it.
He frowned looking at his watch. It was three in the morning. Jazzy groaned, letting his head strike the wall behind him. He had to work at the site tomorrow. His band was probably pissed at him, Damel would worry--Jazzy cut that thought off. He wondered if anyone would even notice if he died...and what about the kids at the hospital? They all depended on him.
He supposed he should've wrote a will or something, but Jazz was only twenty-five for God's sake! He shouldn't even be thinking about dying. Now, the reality of his situation was slapping him in the face full frontal. He was most likely going to die. He had no power to stop it.
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Post by clementine on Nov 1, 2009 18:42:28 GMT -5
Akelah was in the pilot's seat, head in his hands. He had Jazzy's voice on speaker, listening to the male's panting and then soft singing. He shook his head tiredly, wondering what the fuck he was doing. He knew he'd scared the boy senseless. Hell, he scared himself sometimes. The lion groaned, trying to get a hold of himself.
In the bedroom, a sudden light flashed right over Akelah's bed, followed by a shriek and a muffled thump. A boy looking to be about fifteen and vaguely like Akelah was shaking his fluffy brown head.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 1, 2009 19:58:47 GMT -5
Jazzy jumped, shooting up and making for the door, grabbing the nearest and heaviest loose object he could find. He held it poised, ready to throw as he took in the figure on the bed. It was a kid.
Jazzy blinked, still holding the--whatever it was--poised to chuck at the kid. "Who are you?" he asked, looking at the cute teen.
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