mouth on fire.

[menace.livejournal.com]

[just nonchalantly polishing his gun and shoving bullets into the barrel. don't mind him.]

{ooc; 18+.. ish.}

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[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

[watching curiously]

[menace.livejournal.com]

[it's not very interesting. squeak, squeak, click.]

What?

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Nothing, just wondering what you were doing.

[menace.livejournal.com]

Stocking up. I don't know when another potential shot will wander by.

[takes aim straight ahead.]

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Ah, that experiment thing you were doing.

[menace.livejournal.com]

It's life long, you know. I'll keep experimenting until I achieve the ability to restore what I haven't killed.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Why do you want to do that?

[menace.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't know. I figure it's a good goal to work for, though.

[when you're a man with a life as desperate as him.]

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

I won't lie, I don't really understand, but there's nothing to argue against.

[menace.livejournal.com]

If I can heal the dead without having killed them by my own hands, I'd be more like a god.

I think people would actually appreciate my power, then.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

But people who were meant to die would be alive again. That's a little weird.

[shrugs]

I suppose that is just how I see it, but then again, I was dead before I came here...

[menace.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't mean reviving the old, but.. reviving the young. The ones who weren't allowed to finish life.

[shrugs.]

Freak accidents happen. I could save them.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

That'd be nice.

[menace.livejournal.com]

It would.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[squeak squeak squeak. he's frowning, trying to clean a sneaker that has a lot of dried paint on it. he himself has a lot of flicked paint over his clothes and skin.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

You look like you had fun.

[eyes him.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Yup.

[after a few more scrapes, he's putting the sneaker back on and yawning, stretching his arms over his head.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

[and he's already one step ahead-- quite literally, and right behind Riku.]

Nice to see you again.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[--he doesn't even flinch, although he turns his head just slightly to see him behind.]

... I guess. Do I want to know why you're acting like a creepy stalker?

[menace.livejournal.com]

[leans over him just a little, placing his chin on Riku's head.]

I'll be blunt, I want more.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Want m--

[and suddenly his face is stark red.]

F-fuck you...

[menace.livejournal.com]

[and he's laughing, deep and melodious.]

Well isn't that attractive.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[can't help but shiver at his voice, really not liking the looming feeling of someone taller behind him.]

Shut up.

[menace.livejournal.com]

You'd like that too much.

[runs the muzzle of the gun up Riku's spine, smirking down at him.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

You're a b--

[sh-shudders, shoulders pulling back.]

A-aah...

[menace.livejournal.com]

[just strokes him with it, that satanic laugh returning, just as warm and yet uninviting as ever.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[fjksl slf. he eventually elbows him, grabbing the gun and panting, face all red.]

St... stop that.

[menace.livejournal.com]

[grabs for the elbow sailing back at him, sidestepping just a bit to avoid it hitting his side. his gun is grabbed though, and he's not a happy camper, twisting it from Riku's grasp and pocketing it.]

Why? Your body is reacting in a strange way I've yet to have seen before. I want to explore it.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[oh god. stares at him for a while before sighing, shaking his head.]

It's just a sensitive spot. Leave it alone.

[menace.livejournal.com]

[just disregards his command, sliding his middle and index fingers right up his shirt and along each and every ridge, rubbing slow circles between his shoulders.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[he's tensed all over, but his shoulders come up and he's gritting his teeth, a muffled moan coming from his throat.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

[leans down enough to stay behind Riku, but ghost his lips along the shell of his ear, his voice just above a whisper.]

Close your eyes. Pretend I'm who you wish I was.

[strokes up and down his spine once or twice before he settles back between his shoulders again, kneading that point.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[there's a hard huff and he shakes his head, grabbing his shoulders hard.]

Get. Off. N--

[he chokes on a moan, nails digging into his shoulders.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

[w-well shit, if that doesn't go straight to his groin. that's not the point though-- this is all about Riku, and making Riku feel good, so he'll try another option, which involves ducking his head beside Riku's again to let him hear his labored breathing, something soft and just short of a deep moan rumbling in his throat.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[that shouldn't make him feel like continuing, it really shouldn't, and he's trying to release him without a word. his hands won't move, his feet won't shift and his mouth is a slave to the groans and gasps that's forced through his throat.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

[murmurs his name almost breathlessly, stepping closer and making the massages to Riku's spine all the more urgent.]

Will this make you come?

[he mutters in question, curiosity tearing through again. he's almost begging him without truly begging-- it's evident in his tone that he does indeed want Riku to orgasm simply from just these whispers and touches.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[the way his spine arches back and his eyes are closed tightly, fingers balled into tight fists, maybe he will. he doesn't answer, gasping raggedly and trying to muffle it by--well, what else--shoving his face into his shoulder and almost biting.]

[sos-totheworld.livejournal.com]

[walks by, bringing a teacup to the kitchen]

[pauses, that looks threatening... The last thing this place needs is more violence.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

Mm. Interested?

[the corner of his mouth quirks up. finally, a lovely little lady. he doesn't recall any even approaching him before, but maybe she's daring.]

[sos-totheworld.livejournal.com]

[turns to fully face him] Yeah...

Where'd you get that?

[menace.livejournal.com]

Had it since I was just a kid.

[clicks the barrel back into place, holding it out to her in case she wants to see it.]

[interrogatingly.livejournal.com]

Children shouldn't play with guns.

[menace.livejournal.com]

Children aren't twenty one years old.

[takes aim at Axel's head.]

[interrogatingly.livejournal.com]

[summons a chakram, eyes dancing]

You're so old? My apologies, looks can be deceiving.