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Post by clementine on Dec 16, 2009 0:05:22 GMT -5
"We are not mates." Both Maddox and Erik snapped at the same time. Erik gave Maddox a long suffering look. "Now Maddy." He demanded, but the demon didn't respond, eyes fixed on the fire dragon who had taken his seat.
Grinding his teeth in agitation, Maddox did something he knew he would regret later, but could currently care less about at the moment. He leaned around the idiot fire dragon, grabbed Isis' face with both hands and planted a kiss on the librarian's mouth, forcing his tongue past those delicious lips and into the hot cave of Isis' mouth.
The kiss didn't last more than a few second before Maddox was pulling back. "Now we can go." He told Erik, eyes blazing.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 16, 2009 0:11:32 GMT -5
In those few seconds Orai was up out of his seat, and Isis was turning red in indignation. "Shit! Grab em!" Drik'a told Corbin, grabbing Orai, who was already in the process of stalking towards the male. Isis was clenching his fist, How DARE he?!
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Post by clementine on Dec 16, 2009 0:21:22 GMT -5
Corbin lunged for Orai, helping Drik'a hold the male back. Maddox looked unperturbed by the events that were unfolding, however, his secretary felt otherwise. Erik was in the process of turning purple. The situation was spiraling out of control and he asked himself for the millionth time why he was working for Maddox.
"You!" Erik snapped curtly, pointing an imperious finger at Orai. "Sit down immediately." He was not afraid to butt heads with anyone despire his slight size. "And you!" He nearly shouted rounding on Maddox and the big male actually stepped back. "You will apologize to this young man right this minute." He said, indicating Isis.
"No." Maddox replied, crossing his arms and looking surly.
"Excuse me?" Erik asked, eyes flashing. "Fine." He said throwing up his hands. "Let them kill you I don't care." And that very well may be what was about to happen.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 16, 2009 0:28:12 GMT -5
"What the hell, you bastard?! No one touches our cousin without his permission!" he glared still moving forwards, unpeturbed by the fussing redhead and dragging both Drik'a and Corbin--despite their strength. Orai was notorious for being on of the best fighters in his generation, and his strength was freakish despite his long, lean form.
Isis closed his eyes and slowly counted backwards from ten, and then from 1 to 10, then back again. He would remain clam, he would remain cool, he would NOT go kick the arrogant bastard in the balls. That is what he would not do.
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Post by clementine on Dec 16, 2009 0:37:47 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe he couldn't let his employer get pounded, even though he should. Huffing under his breath, the shifter stepped right into Orai's path, hands still on his hips and legs planted firmly apart. "You will stop right now you brat and sit down." Erik demanded again, staring Orai straight in the eye and managing to look formidable even though he hit right at the male's chin.
"Now look." Erik said rather diplomatically, freckles standing out on his pale skin. "I know you're angry and I know Maddox is an asshole but I would appreciate it if you refrained from ripping his limbs off." Finally, the secretary turned back to Maddox to say again. "Apologize."
"I'm not going to be sorry for kissing the person who I think smells good." Maddox huffed. Erik's eyes went a little wide and he groaned, facepalming.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 16, 2009 6:03:06 GMT -5
Orai raised a pierced brow. The little shifter didn't know what he was getting into, but Orai thought him brave for trying to step in. Heh.
"Me, a brat, a kid? And you are how old?" He asked Erik, folding his arms. He did stop his war path, however, Drik'a and Corbin panting.
Isis simply stood, sliding out of the booth calmly. He walked towards the group, laying a calming hand on Orai. "It's alright." he said softly.
He walked towards Maddox, until he was standing directly in front of the huge, hulking male. They stared at each other for a moment, until Isis' golden eyes darkened and in a flash Maddox was on his ass, not sure wether to hold his face or his abdomin. Both were in quite a large bit of pain.
"If it takes violence everyday to have you understand that you don't. Have. Permission. To. Touch. Me," he ground out, voice still honey smooth. "Then I suppose that's what I shall have to do."
Isis turned on his heel, hair flying behind him. "Orai, Drik'a, Corbin--let's go." he said, voice authoritative and strong. His elder relatives all straightened themselves and followed Isis out, Orai shooting Maddox a haughty "Ha Ha, you got your ass kicked anyway" look, before Drik'a smacked him on the back of the head.
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Post by clementine on Dec 16, 2009 13:41:59 GMT -5
Erik had ignored Orai, simply puffing out his chest and standing there with a defiant look on his face. However, it seemed he should have just given up as Isis had flattened Maddox. The secretary wondered why the president didn't fight back. It would look like Isis was always winning, however Maddox just kept doing nothing, even though he was a formidable fighter himself.
The demon was currently bleeding from his nose and holding his gut, barring his white teeth at Isis and his brood, actually ignoring the taunts and the sucker smacks. His muscled were taunt as if he was holding himself from springing up and going after Isis. Instead, he ran a hand over his stubbed jaw, popping it back into place.
"Come Maddox." Erik said, moving to help the big male up. "He's not for you."
"He is." Maddox growled, green eyes having bled to red as he watch Isis leave. "He is mine." What Erik thought on this admission was unknown as he simply remained silent, heaving Maddox out the bar doors and too the limo waiting out back. When the president was settled in the back, Erik slid in beside him, smacked the roof, and waited as the limo rumbled to life and headed back to the office.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 16, 2009 16:37:29 GMT -5
The group was already halfway down the street, Orai frowning. "Man, what a bastard. How dare he do something like that?" he asked.
Isis only sighed. He hated fighting.
Drik'a understood his cousin the best, the two growing up like brothers and placed a hand on his arm. "It's not the first time, is it?" he asked. The look on Isis' face was enough to tell him all he needed to know.
Orai's gaze darkened and he cracked his fingers. "The bastard's mine." he frowned.
"Oh just leave it be!" Isis frowned. "I'll just stay away from him from now on, it's not that big of a deal. "
"It is! He had no right to touch you! I mean, what if some guy walked around grabbing on Drik'a all the time, would you stand for it?" Orai asked, folding his arms. "I sure as hell wouldn't."
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Post by clementine on Dec 16, 2009 17:10:25 GMT -5
"And how can you stay away from him?" Corbin asked. "He's gonna be hanging around my family for the new Spa. I wish dad would change contractors." The male sighed, falling in step next to the others. He didn't like that hurt look on Isis' face upset him and yet...there was something about Maddox he couldn't shape.
"Hey, Isis. Would you ever think of giving him a chance?" Corbin asked tentatively. "I mean, he seems pretty serious." He had no idea why he was saying these things, especially after everything Maddox had done...but still.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 16, 2009 17:15:13 GMT -5
Orai rounded on Corbin. "WHAT?! Of course he wouldn't! The guy's a fucking borderline rapist! And he's old! Where is this coming from all of a sudden?" he asked, folding his arms. Isis was too surprised by the question to answer.
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Post by clementine on Dec 16, 2009 17:23:25 GMT -5
Corbin jerked back, flushing in embarrassment. "Well I don't know!" He snapped defensively, folding his arms across his chest. "I was just saying is all. You don't have to jump on me."
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 16, 2009 17:28:04 GMT -5
"I just wanna know why you're playing the devil's advocate here." Orai frowned. "Would you give some creepy molester a chance?" he asked.
Drik'a just frowned, shaking his head at his idiot cousins.
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Post by clementine on Dec 16, 2009 17:39:18 GMT -5
"Well, he's obviously not just ANY creepy molester. I mean, dad hired him so he can't be that bad." Corbin pointed out. He wasn't really defending Maddox, but more of his family's choice on of workers. He frowned at where his thought too him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 16, 2009 18:04:22 GMT -5
Isis sighed, ignoring the two. his lips still tingled slightly from the kiss, and he could still taste the slightly oaky tase of the demon in his mouth. He didn't like it.
Isis frowned, before turning to his cousins. "I'm going home." he announced, before heading to his apartment in the heart of the city.
Drik'a followed, turning to Orai and Corbin. "Don't come if you two can't shut up, okay?" he asked. "He just want's us to drop it."
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Post by clementine on Dec 16, 2009 18:16:47 GMT -5
"We're sorry. We'll drop it." Corbin hurriedly said, glaring at Orai as he ran to catch up with Drik'a. "I for one at least wanna walk Isis home." He grinned, trying to lightened the heavy mood he had continued with his stupid questions earlier.
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