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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 21, 2009 18:45:23 GMT -5
Isis nodded, ignoring the flutter in his stomach as the male's lips touched his hands. "Fare well..." he said softly.
Little did Maddox know, Orai was already awake, and was watching Erik buzz about the room, straightening things. The boy had a superb ass.
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Post by clementine on Dec 21, 2009 19:03:01 GMT -5
"Bye." Maddox rumbled, swooping in to give Isis another quick kiss before exiting the kitchen. He was surprised to find Erik still dashing about, cleaning things. "Time to go." He told his secretary who, unsurprisingly, ignored him since he was still in the throws of cleaning.
Giving a sigh, Maddox stomped over and flung Erik across his shoulder, the male still holding an empty chip back and giving a huff of indignation. "Say goodbye Erik." Maddox said, marching out the door.
"Goodbye Erik." The shifter said snidely, sticking his tongue out at Orai when he caught the male looking at him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 21, 2009 19:17:58 GMT -5
Orai waved back smugly, with a sexy wink as the male disappeared around the corner. He got up, going into the kitchen to see Isis standing there looking confused. "What happened?" he asked, quite soberly--considering the amount of alchohol he had consumed just a couple of hours before.
"Um..."
"Isi's got a date!" Drik'a said stolling back into the kitchen, his body wet and white and glistening, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His lean, perfect body was shimmering, and his dancers grace made it seem as if he were floating.
Isis and Orai both stared in awe for a second before frowning. "GO PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!" they yelled. Drik'a jumped, looking down at himself. "What?" he asked, confused. "Fine...geez, you schizos."
As he left Isis and Orai looked at each other and shuddered. "Ew! That was creepy."
"I know..." Isis said, making a face.
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Post by clementine on Dec 21, 2009 20:23:24 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Corbin, he was still passed out on the couch and missed the entire thing along with the wonderfully wet Drik'a
As Maddox made his way outside with Erik still tossed over his shoulder, he couldn't help but hum a little tune and step jauntily back to the limo.
"I take it you got the date." Erik groaned as he was dumped roughly into the back seat.
"Yes I did." Maddox replied smugly, and that's all he said as he shut the car door and have the driver take them both back home.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 22, 2009 8:48:17 GMT -5
Isis had filled Orai in on what had happened, and Orai was currently staring at his cousin with a "You stupid fool" expression.
Drik'a popped him on the back of the head. "Don't look at him like that! He did what he thought was right, so shove it. Besides, no one's making remarks on you all but raping that shifter kid with your eyes."
"Yeah, but I'm not doing it with my tongue!" Orai shot back. Isis just sighed. Here we go again...
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Post by clementine on Dec 22, 2009 14:50:59 GMT -5
"Oi! Why don't you both shut up." Crobin slurred from his place from the couch, throwing a pillow at Orai's head. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
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The next day found Maddox rather anxious about his date. He had a bit of a hangover so decided to skip office work, again, much to Erik's disproval. "Why are you so worried about this. You already fucked up with him once." The secretary said as he helped Maddox into his jacket coat.
"That's exactly why I don't want to mess up again. That whole three strikes thing is a lie. Especially with bearers like Isis." The date was going to be perfect. He was already getting everything set up, so hopefully by the evening everything would be ready. For now, he had to go hunt down the Alnilam family and go over some more contracting business.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 22, 2009 14:59:36 GMT -5
Currently, Drik'a was destroying Isis' closet, looking for something for him to wear.
"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH BLACK?!"he thundered, roaring throw Isis' clothes.
He finally pound a pair of dark wash pants that fit Isis to a T. He threw them at his cousin's head while the terrified half Zercan just sat obediently as Orai rooted through his hair, pinning it artfully.
Drik'a then turned to find a shirt, diving into a pile of clothes.
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Post by clementine on Dec 22, 2009 15:08:21 GMT -5
Erik knew that Maddox was nervous because he kept fidgeting with the cuff link on his left sleeve. The shifter tried not to roll his eyes, knowing that HE had never been in such a fuss over some male before. He soothed the demon though and picked out some nice clothes for his, consisting of a pair of black jeans and emerald green tank.
"Are you sure I look okay?" Maddox fussed as they headed over to Isis' apartment, messing with his hair for the millionth time.
"Yes." Erik snapped, getting irritated. "So shut up and try to be a man." He muttered as they pulled up.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 22, 2009 15:23:42 GMT -5
Isis blinked at himself, he didn't recognize himself.
He was standing in a pair of pants that looked almost painted on, and a form fitting white top with a black vest over it. Orai had smacked a hat on his head that Isis didn't even know he owned and had done something to his eyes that made them seem to glow.
"What...the hell guys?" He asked as he turned around to face them, tendrils of his black hair curling out from under the hat sexily.
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Post by clementine on Dec 22, 2009 18:41:00 GMT -5
Nervously, Maddox walked up the steps to Isis' apartment with Erik in tow. "Just take some deep breaths. You'll be fine." The secretary assured, making the male turn around so he could adjust the leather jacket he was wearing and smooth out his hair like a worried parent.
"O-oh stop fussing." Maddox stuttered like a silly teen, still pausing at the door looking rather unsure.
"Oh for goodness sake." Erik shoved passed Maddox and knocked loudly on the door.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 26, 2009 5:01:22 GMT -5
"Whoooo! Sexy!" Drik'a said with a grin, leaning over Orai's shoulder.
"I must say, cousin. You do look pretty damn hot. I'd tap that, you know, if it wasn't incestuous." Orai grinned as Isis blushed despite himself. "Shut up!" he replied wittily.
Drik'a jumped up with a wide grin on his face as they all heard the knock. "He's here." he grinned. "LET'S GO!" he said, pushing Isis from the room and into the front room. He wrenched open the door and slid out of sight. Leaving Isis standing there slightly confused, before his eyes landed on Maddox.
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Post by clementine on Dec 26, 2009 13:47:06 GMT -5
Maddox heard the hooting and could help but smile as the door opened moments later. He was caught in awe over the sight of his mate as dressed up and looking dropped dead gorgeous. "Wow." He breathed, simply standing there and admiring Isis. "You look stunning." He complimented, moving into the house with Erik following behind.
The secretary disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the two alone for their privacy, wondering how the hell Maddox was going to get through things.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 26, 2009 15:37:36 GMT -5
Isis blushed slightly under the compliments. "Thanks..." he said after a moment. "You look nice as well..." he replied. Better than nice, he thought, edible, almost.
He fixed his glowing gaze onto Maddox. "So, where are we off to?" he asked, gently pushing up his glasses.
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Post by clementine on Dec 26, 2009 15:52:21 GMT -5
Maddox's features softened and he offered his arm to Isis. "Thank you." He beamed, not telling that Erik had picked the outfit out. "And where we're going is a surprise, so you'll see when we get there." He added, motioning for Isis to come to the limo with him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 26, 2009 16:06:50 GMT -5
"Alright." Isis said, hesitantly taking Maddox's arm. As the two left the apartment, Isis slammed the door behind them.
"VICTORY IS MINE!" he danced.
"Shut up, Drik," Orai said, tossing a couch pillow at Drik'a's head. He too was now wrapped only in a towel, having gone for a quick shower. He walked into the kitchen for a drink of water before he blinked at Eli sitting at the counter.
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