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ExcaliburEsque
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2012
'cause you and i
we were b o r n t o d i e
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we were b o r n t o d i e
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When women threw themselves at you, where was the fun in that? There was no sport, no thrill of conquering the unwilling prey. The moment he had stepped out of his brother's suffocating shadow, independence had struck him like a rush of ice-water. He was no longer Thor's slimy younger brother, he was Loki and women rather liked Loki.
Or so he had learned over the past few years. He was just shy of his twenty-fifth birthday and Loki had been on his own since his twentieth. It was one thing to leave behind the wealth and stability of the Odinsons, but Loki had tore himself away from a family that had never truly been his to begin with. Being the unwanted spawn of one of the most despised business moguls would not have been so bad if his entire life hadn't been one giant lie.
It had come to him all at once, why Thor had always been the favoured son, why dear old Odin found it so easy to dismiss him, why any and all of his achievements had never meant a damn thing to them, his so-called family. Loki spat on that word. He had no use for it.
Unwanted though he might have been, Loki now bore the very name of the man who had abandoned him. He wasn't particularly fond of it, and yet, it seemed far more fitting than the falsity he had worn all his life. He was Loki Laufeyson now if anyone were to ask and perhaps in time he would come to accept it.
Friday nights at various clubs had become something of a ritual for Loki. It was odd to think of the world's largest misanthrope standing among a throng of loud and obnoxious people but observing was something he had learned from a very early age and it had granted him a small but meaningful advantage over his false brother. Loki understood the workings of humans better than most and perhaps it was for that reason that he had successfully embezzled a large sum of money from morons who trusted dishonesty. He didn't need Odin and his wealth, Loki had enough brains and schemes to last him a lifetime.
Clubs, however, were not a means of finding the newest sucker to swindle. A misanthrope he was, but Loki was not above the desires of all men. He too needed to indulge himself every now and then in the sins of the flesh and women were plenty and willing. But they were cheap and Loki grew bored with their tittering very easily.
It was a Friday night like any other when Loki's eyes found his future. Said future was causing quite the ruckus and as such it had been difficult not to notice him. He was a tall youth and even from where Loki sat, ignoring the mindless prattle of his newest admirer, he could make out that smug sense of entitlement that so often became the staple of the wealthy. He looked young and Loki estimated that he could not have been much more than 21. His hair was a rather mousy shade of brown and looked to be in an awkward stage of growing out. Still, he had a well-defined jaw and a mouth that looked as soft as it was wicked and big hazel eyes that would have earned him a second glance or two.
Loki believed that he had seen that very face on the news once for causing a public disturbance of some sort. A name was beginning to form somewhere in the back of his mind. It was a family that could not have stayed out of the public eye even if the witness protection program had gotten involved. The famous Borgias and if Loki wasn't mistaken (which he never was) then this was Juan Borgia.
Well, things had gotten interesting.
"Let me conclude this for you, darling, I enjoy listening to you speak about your mundane life about as much as a person would enjoy a root canal. Do you understand? I certainly hope so. If you'll excuse me, I seem to have found an acceptable distraction."
Loki didn't bother to gauge the girl's reaction before he took off in the direction of where Juan stood, clearly antagonizing a much larger man. For a moment, he was reminded of his false brother Thor who had always been quick to pick fights if anyone dared wound his fragile pride. The oaf. Loki had always held back what he truly wanted to say and played the part of a loyal brother until Odin came down on them both.
But Juan wasn't Thor. Rather, he seemed nothing like the idiot blond he hadn't seen or spoken to in years. Juan had a certain something to him that made all the imbeciles writhing around in hopeless abandon obsolete. Loki had his prey in sight and now he was going in for the kill. That was, if the oversized muttonhead didn't beat him to the punch.
"Do you know who I am?" were the first words Loki heard Juan Borgia utter as he pushed past the crowd of people. The haughty manner in which the question was posed brought a smirk to Loki's lips. Arrogance with a side of aggression and a pretty face to boot. Oh, he was going to enjoy this one.
"My cousin," he said, stepping in in full-view of all onlookers. At first, Juan took no notice of him for he was too busy glaring at his opponent but pretty soon the buzz became too much to ignore. He cast those blazing hazel eyes on Loki with a look of contempt bordering on suspicious and Loki had to smile.
He turned to the angry-looking fellow and inclined his head apologetically. "My cousin speaks before he thinks. An angry young man as you can plainly see. He begs your pardon and implores you to be the bigger man and walk away with your pride intact. Don't worry, I'll see to it that he's taken care of."
Juan seemed to have been struck dumb as he goggled at his unlikely saviour. Though, judging by the way that delicious jugular vein pulsated at his neck, Loki gathered that saving was the last thing he wanted. No matter. Loki would set him straight in due time. "Please," he continued, addressing the man and purposefully ignoring Juan, "Let's not make a mess of things."
The man studied Loki curiously and his suspicion mirrored the stare Juan had bestowed upon him, but he seemed far more interested than coming out the victor of this spat than actually continuing it. Loki was giving him an out and he was grasping it. He watched the man turn to Juan and point a meaty finger at his face.
"You're lucky you got such a well-mannered babysitter, son," he threatened and Loki closed his eyes briefly to ward off the impending headache. They never did learn when to walk away. Before Juan could lunge at the idiot, Loki stretched an arm out to prevent any retaliation and in doing so, batted the man's finger away. The narrowed slits of his green eyes showed the stranger how little he cared for his attitude.
"You've had your fun and I've given you my word," he spoke calmly, though it was a voice that dripped with the venomous promise of a threat should the man continue, "I think it's time you left."
To his credit, Juan waited until the nimrod and his buzzed cronies had left before removing Loki's arm from his presence. Loki didn't mind, he supposed his ego had suffered enough damage for a night. Still, he was very interested in what Juan had to say.
"Cousins, are we?" he sneered, "That's strange, because any true cousin of mine would know not to interfere the way you did. I had it handled without your help."
"Oh, I could see that," was Loki's blithe reply. He couldn't fight the smile even if he had wanted to. Juan looked so very angry and flushed, it was both entertaining and deliciously arousing. He decided then and there that he had to have him and Loki always got what he wanted. Leaving the Odinsons behind had been the first step towards a life of his own where nothing was denied of him. Not even this petulant, pampered, princeling.
Juan scowled and spun around. "Piss off," he dismissed and promptly began to walk towards the bar.
Loki might have allowed him a moment's space but he followed behind as though Juan were expecting him to. There were two empty stools just waiting for them and he had himself a seat next to the disgruntled brunette.
"I'm sorry, was my British slang a little too contemporary for you to follow?" Juan queried mockingly, "Let me see, how about you leave me the fuck alone? Does that make sense?"
Loki's smile was indulgent and his tone patient as he ordered himself water and nothing more. He could feel Juan's eyes on him as if judging him for his selection. "My dear, boy," he crooned, "I do believe this bar is welcome to all. Are you within your rights to tell me to leave and then expect it? You'll be disappointed."
"And whatever it is that you want from me, I can almost guarantee that you'll be disappointed," Juan shot back.
"Well, it hasn't happened yet," Loki replied.
"So, you admit that there is something you want," Juan ventured.
"Oh, not something," he grinned, taking a light sip of his ice-water, "rather someone."
Juan glanced at him briefly before breaking out into a grin of his own. "Disappointment awaits you, cousin," he lamented mockingly before rising from his seat. It was a move Loki hadn't yet anticipated and his hand shot out accordingly to grip Juan's wrist. The response was automatic and before Juan's fist could collide with his face, Loki seized it and gave it a good, hard twist. It was rough enough to elicit a cry of pain from the younger male but not quite rough to cause any physical damage. Loki couldn't say the same for Juan's pride.
"You don't know who you're dealing with," Juan hissed.
"But I do," Loki answered in that same calm tone, neither tightening nor releasing his hold, regardless of how hard his captive struggled, "Juan Borgia, son of Rodrigo Borgia and his... mistress?"
The struggles amplified and Loki was so surprised by the show of strength that he almost lost his advantage. Clearly Juan didn't appreciate him airing his mother's literal but offensive title around. "Now, now, there's no need to get angry. Truth be told, I'm a bastard myself."
"Another word, and I swear I'll kill you."
"You'd have to break free in order to do that," Loki added, "But don't worry, I'm quite through angering you, I hope. But I'd rather not have to force your attention. Wouldn't it be better for us to sit down like two reasonable adults and discuss things quietly?"
Juan seemed to struggle with himself but Loki was willing to give him all the time in the world to come to the right decision. He could be very patient when he wanted to be.
"What do you want?" Juan asked coldly.
Loki looked almost taken aback as if the answer were the most simple thing in the world to grasp. "Well, isn't it obvious, I want you." The silence that followed had him releasing Juan from his hold and he watched the younger man frown and lower his wrists like a scorned child which only resulted in his grin widening. This fiery little Spaniard was adorable.
"I want you," he continued, "To come back to my place and allow me to make up for my boorish behaviour. It isn't far and I think you'll like what you find."
If anything, Loki hadn't expected Juan to laugh the way that he did and for the first time that night he felt the initial prickling of real anger. Was his little find laughing at him? It was a barking sound, carefree and calculating and it lit up Juan's handsome face to the point where Loki almost forgave him his impertinence.
"Please, let me in on the joke," he said in a low voice.
"You want me, me to come back to your place?" Juan questioned with a look so superior Loki felt his cock throb in his pants, "Granted, you clean up nicer than most but you can't expect a Borgia to wander off with riffraff such as yourself. I'm sure even you can understand that."
This time, Loki joined in on the laughter, though the look in his eyes was deadly calm and piercing. He reached out and grasped the back of Juan's neck, fingers curling around the soft nape in a possessive grip as he drew his face towards himself. They were so close he could feel the younger man's warm breath on his skin. The feeling was electric, but Loki didn't forget insults.
"I believe this alleged riffraff has enough power in him to snap your pretty little neck should he will it," he explained softly. He leaned forward to close what little distance there was between them and pressed his lips to the warm shell of Juan's ear. "I too come from a wealthy background. Wealthier than your family, in fact, but I don't parade around dressed in the accomplishments of those who came before me. You were born into the greatness bestowed upon you. Don't pretend even for a minute that you are above me."
When he pulled back, he could read the anger in Juan's eyes and there was a defiance there that made his belly feel warm and strange. Juan's superiority complex was simply exquisite and contrary to what he had just said, Loki welcomed it with open arms. Here was a man who knew his worth and didn't hide behind false modesty. It was a lesson many could have learned and few heeded.
His face softened in a smile as he dragged his thumb along the younger man's lips to little protest. "But you are lovely," he noted with a fondness that surprised him, "And I want you as I'll never want these empty-headed sycophants. Tell me, Juan, aren't you tired of being pandered to by leeching nobodies? Would it not benefit you to associate with one of your own caliber. Someone who understands your frustration with society's shortcomings?"
Juan snorted, though he made no move to escape Loki's ever-growing advances. "And I suppose that someone is you?"
Loki widened his eyes in faux-surprise. "Why, nothing gets past you, does it?" he teased. Juan's lips appeared even softer up close and Loki hadn't witnessed such an inviting sight for many moons. He wouldn't take no for an answer. "What do you say? Will you honour me with your company, Signore Borgia?" He granted himself one final meaningful brush to those plush lips before dropping his hand.
The gears were shifting in Juan's head, Loki could tell. It was as if the younger man were picking him apart piece by piece. Loki almost felt naked under such a watchful gaze but the relief washed over him in waves when he heard Juan's reply.
"Sure, why not."
