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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

Thck! The knife embedded itself in Bartiel's practice dummy. Though it was snowy and he was shirtless, he wasn't cold as he glistened in the daylight which barely drifted through the trees. Approaching the dummy, he plucked it out before backing off and slipping it into the harness. Again he did it, squeezing his muscles in such a way that the knife fell out of the harness into his hand and he embedded it into the dummy's arm in one quick motion.

As he heard Jasmine's voice, Bartiel wasn't surprised. He was expecting someone to find him eventually, altough he was expecting moreso to be getting licked in the face by a bloodhoud at this point in time. Approaching the dummy and plucking the knife out, he clipped it into the harness. “I haven't sharpened it in three days and it's the only knife I have which fits into my harness,” he explained before turning to Jasmine, quietly, still breathing deeply. He'd started out the day in a ponytail, although he looked worn down slightly, his hair sticking out a bit more,

“I'm surprised,” he said, looking at Jasmine. “I was expecting something covered in fur with four legs to be the being that found me,” he said, looking at her. “I'm sorry,” he said. He wasn't apologizing for going missing for a few days, since he still had his cell phone and would talk to her should she call, but he was apologizing, again, for the incident on new years eve.
 
Jasmine simply watched Bartiel for a moment before walking across the clearing to take a look at the harness on his arm. Looking at the knife she shrugged before speaking. "There's a small shop in town, most people don't know it's there, but the guy who runs the place makes his own knives. I'm sure he could make you one to fit this harness. He made my throwing knives for me, though mine are a bit too small for this harness."

In order to study the harness Jasmine had grabbed hold of Bartiel's wrist and lifted his arm up near his face but she soon dropped his arm and looked up at him. "I'm not really surprised you were expecting a dog, though. Vision was probably getting ready to call someone to find out where you were. I found out from your mother."

Tucking one hand into her pocket Jasmine leaned down to the top of her boot before pulling out a small throwing knife, only a bit smaller than the one fit for Bartiel's harness. With a quick motion Jasmine sent the knife flying and embedded the point nearly an inch into the practice dummy's forehead. "See. These fly straighter and aren't as heavy so they'll go further."
 
Bartiel raised an eyebrow when she mentioned the small shop in town. He paused as he watched her grab his wrist and study the harness. It wasn't the best made thing in the world; it pinches and chaffed if Bartiel didn't rub his arm down with oil or lotion, but that was because Bartiel had commissioned it a year prior when he was freaking out about the possibility of Abel getting out of jail; it was why he trained with throwing knives in the first place, because if he could throw a knife before his assailant knew what was going on, he could possibly get out of being at gunpoint.

“Mom knew?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “How...nevermind,” he commented, before he saw her take a knife out of her boot and...well, at least Bartiel figured he was better at unarmed combat, because when it came to knife throwing, Jasmine was better. “I didn't know you carried a knife on you,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Mafia-girl, and expert knife thrower?” he asked, before shaking his head a little. “I'm sure there are things that you would rather not talk about...” he said, as he began to shiver. He'd stopped moving nearly as much since Jasmine showed, so he headed over and grabbed his sweater, slipping it on.

“So why'd you come to find me?” he asked Jasmine.
 
Jasmine rolled her eyes at Bartiel's comment and walked to the practice dummy, pulling the knife from it's forehead with a small tug and twist. "Ex mafia-girl, and I'm not an expert thrower. Dad taught me when I was little, I used to do competitions; it was his way of making sure we had at least something in common. If you think that's impressive you should see with with a gun." Quickly running the knife over her sleeve to clean off anything that might have gotten on the blade Jasmine slipped the knife back into her boot.

Thinking about how to answer his next question Jasmine slipped her hands back into her pockets and gave a little shrug. "I figured I might as well be the one to find you. Vision would have gone off on you for disappearing for days. Besides, the way I said goodbye last time wasn't exactly the best way to leave things," she answered simply. For a moment she remained nearly serious before she smiled slyly at him. "Besides that, you still have orgasms to make up for."
 
Bartiel blinked when she said she was an ex-mafia girl. “Wait, you mentioned that they were what would end up protecting you from That Man. Now who's...” he said referring to Abel before he, paused. “...Then that's my job,” he said decisively, although when she mentioned the gun, he gave it a bit of thought. “Although I'm sure you can hold your own for a couple minutes,” he said with some amusement, sitting on a nearby stump. When she said that Vision would have gone off on him, he laughed a little. “I suppose that's true. Besides...I'm angry at Vision right now after all that's happened. Angry, and jealous that he was able to do something when I just sat there uselessly...” he said, biting his lower lip.

When she gave him the smile and mentioned the missing orgasms, he blinked a bit. “Hey, now, you put that chastity belt on of your own free will. I didn't make you do it,” he said, patting his lap for her to sit in his lap, smiling at her. “...Although sex or not, I missed you while I was gone, Jasmine. I was hoping you'd be the one to find me, even if your method leaves me a bit disturbed as to how much my mother knows,” he commented playfully.
 
Jasmine just chuckled softly and walked over to Bartiel, moving to sit in his lap. Seating herself on one leg she put her legs across the other and snuggled against him, smiling as she kissed his cheek. "I missed you too," she purred, giving his hair a small, playful tug before looking around the clearing. "Your mother knows quite a bit more than you'd expect, but she's a mom, so that's her job. I have to admit, I like your hiding spot, though."

Setting her head on his shoulder Jasmine smiled, snuggling closer as she tucked her arms to her chest and wriggled just enough to set herself in a more comfortable position. "Hey, I have a question. Do you want to come to a rave with me this weekend? A couple friends invited me. Don't worry about anyone from the school being there, non of the students are allowed, it's a private party but I was invited 'cause I haven't seen everyone in such a long time."
 
Bartiel smiled as she kissed his cheek, before she pulled on his hair. Leaning in, he let out a soft, happy sound as he kissed her neck before she mentioned that his mom was a mom, so it was her job. “Thank you,” he said with a smile when she mentioned the hiding spot. When she mentioned the rave, Bartiel raised an eyebrow as she tuckled into a closer position, thinking about it when she mentioned that none of the students were allowed.

“Need I remind you that I'm a student?” he joked, rolling his eyes and smiling. “But sure, I'll come, as long as they don't try to turn me away at the door. I'm not good at just randomly beating the crap out of people,” he said, letting out a breath as he cuddled against Jasmine. It was funny; he felt so good around her, even though they'd only dated a short period of time, and she'd more or lessed forced herself on him twice in that time. Maybe he was just a masochist or something?
 
Jasmine purred at the kisses, smiling at Bartiel before she kissed his cheek again. "They'll let you in as long as you're with me. It'll be lots of fun. Besides, you'll get to see me in all my cute, sexy, lolita/cyber goth loveliness" she purred. "And I want to see how a few of my friends react to you, it'll be amusing. 'Specially Danni. I hope you don't mind guys hitting on you, I'm sure he'll fall in love the instant he sees your hair."

Giggling she purred and snuggled closer. Waiting for the right moment Jasmine had a suddenly devious urge to jump out of Bartiel's lap and throw a snowball at him. It was amusing to watch the redhead's reaction to unexpected things and a handful of wet, cold snow either hitting him or being shoved down his sweater would no doubt give Jasmine a very satisfying reaction.
 
Bartiel nodded when she said that they'd let him in. “Well, alright, I suppose I'll come,” he said, before she mentioned the guys hitting on him. He laughed a little. “I get it all the time from guys, honestly; most of them thinking that I'm a girly femboy who would want to take it up the butt. But I don't mind getting hit on as long as that's where it ends,” he said as he smiled at his glrifriend. He could tell that she was up to something as she snuggled closer.

Until all of a sudden she jumped out of his lap and threw a snowball at him. Bartiel was graceful, skilled, and agile, and he effortlessly dodged the snowball...and then fell into the snowbank behind him when he lost his balance, getting snow down his sweater. With a shiver, he stood up. “Why you...” he growled, scooping up some snow in his pale hands and flinging it back at Jasmine with a smirk.
 
Jasmine giggled delightedly as Bartiel fell back into the snow. Dodging the snowball he threw Jasmine quickly made another and let fly, making more as she backed, dodging another before she was hit. Cold snow going down the top of her shirt she let out a small shriek and threw another tightly packed snowball. "That's cold and so not fair! You're bigger than I am, you make heat faster!" Darting into the trees Jasmine quickly found the cache of snowballs she'd made earlier before she'd stepped into the clearing, rubbing her hands together quickly as she grabbed an armful of the big, wet snowballs and headed back out after Bartiel.

It had been a long time since Jasmine had actually had a snowball fight with a worthy adversary and she was intent on at least getting in two hits with the snow balls, even though Bartiel would probably be able to bury her in the snow before she could get off a good shot. Jasmine didn't really care though, she wanted to have fun and they had the perfect opportunity to be as juvenile as they wished with no one around to see.
 
Bartiel smirked as she let out the shriek, before he danced to the side gracefully, avoiding getting whacked in the face with a snowball. “Hrm; to hit me will require a homing snowball!” he joked, before she ran off...and got a cache of snowballs. He blinked. “Or a lot of snowballs,” he commented with surprise, before he paused...running after her. Looking at her, he smirked, getting an idea. One of my skills is fighting, he said to himself as he started to let her run after him, smirking and scooping up bits of snow, curling them up and throwing them at Jasmine, mostly missing horribly but occasionally lobbing one that would actually hit it's mark if she didn't dodge, leading her through the forest. He was bobbing and weaving through the trees, but at the same time he was looking for a certain spot; it was distracting him enough that he was moving slowly enough to be closed in on.
 
Jasmine noted how distracted Bartiel seemed, easily dodging the snow ball thrown at her before she decided to beat him to the trees. Breaking off her pursuit she darted into the trees, quickly stripping off her jacket and letting it land in the snow beneath a rather thin tree. Since she was no longer wearing the jacket she blended with the trees and was short enough she could stick to the trees rather easily. Even though her jeans were black they were beginning to fade to gray and her white t-shirt was the same color as the slow.

Pausing for a second she scrambled up a tree and perched in a high branch long enough to pull her beanie from her back pocket and tuck all her dark hair up into the white, slightly fluffy hat. A few stray strands hung around her face, but not enough to draw too much attention. Moving carefully she scanned the ground, slowly climbing down from her perch to land silently. Lowering herself a bit closer to the ground and taking off at a slow trot she quickly backtracked until she found Bartiel's prints and began to follow them silently, using the trees and thinning underbrush as cover. Another good thing about having an ex military father Jasmine thought with a smile.
 
Bartiel merely raised an eyebrow as he noticed that Jasmine was no longer on the ground. Looking around, he frowned as he heart movement in the trees. For a moment, he smiled and got a wonderful idea. Approaching a huge, wide tree which he found to be just right, he quickly climbed up the tree, perching in the tree for nary a moment before climbing down the other side, so his prints would come to the tree. From there, he waited. Slipping his glasses out of his pocket, he focused on them, using the glare of the glasses as a mirror. It was inaccurate as hell, but as soon as he saw a change of color from Jasmine's approach, he quickly turned around the tree and flung a snowball...at the tree behind Jasmine.

Since trees are much bigger targets, he hit his mark. And that little shock was all he needed to get a rather large degree of snow to fall down right for Jasmine.
 
Jasmine had begun to slow when she noticed the prints leading directly for the tree and she smirked as Bartiel jumped out from behind the tree. For a moment she considered darting up the tree until the snowball hit the trunk behind her. With a gasp she jumped backwards, landing behind the massive snow fall that hit the ground right where she'd been standing a minute before. Instead of lunging after him, though, the small girl chuckled and peaked out long enough to blow him a kiss before she took off into the trees, disappearing behind a particularly thick stand of trees.

Climbing up easily Jasmine began to carefully pick her way through branches, moving from tree to tree. It wouldn't matter if Bartiel threw snowballs at her, most of them would hit the branches beneath her so she'd only get hit with a few flicks of snow. Finally spotting the tree she was headed for Jasmine judged the distance between the oak branches on which she stood and the thick evergreen bows nearly five feet away. Steadying herself and making a few mental calculations she shifted her weight before taking a few steps and jumping.

Catching hold of the thick branches easily Jasmine scrambled through the prickly needles, hugging the thick, rough trunk. From her position she had a good view for quite a ways and she doubted that Bartiel would be able to climb the evergreen since the branches were close enough together that even she had to squeeze through some gaps.
 
Bartiel blinked as he missed his 'artillery attack'. Any normal person would have suspected that his throw would have missed and prepared to counterattack and then gotten snow all over them. But when she blew him a kiss, he smiled a bit. “Hey, if you can hit me square in the chest or back with a snowball, I'll wear your collar outside,” he taunted playfully. Of course he would...if she could get a direct hit onto his chest. Now, he just had to avoid getting hit directly.

Admittedly, if this had been a watergun fight in the summer, Bartiel would have felt fully-confident. If he were a unit in some sort of silly tactical game, he would get bonuses in the forest, but the nature of slow would give him movement penalties. Looking around, he frowned as he lost sight of Jasmine. “Damn, where'd she go?”
 
As Jasmine sat up in the tree gathering snowballs she began to form a plan of attack. It would be slightly difficult to get to Bartiel if she tried hitting him from point blank range, then again if she were too far away and her aim was off then he'd be able to dodge the snowball and send another back at her before she could move. Mulling over possible courses of action the small girl took a bit of time to think as she began to pack snowballs. Gathering the snow from the branches hiding her Jasmine watched Bartiel closely, making certain to keep an eye on her.

Once she'd made four snowballs she decided on a plan of action. Slowly and carefully she walked from branch to branch, stepping down the branches until she'd reached the ground. Instead of making certain she didn't make any noise Jasmine purposely shook a few branches, making a bit of a ruckus before she darted from behind the tree to another. Picking her way quickly and carefully around the tree she scanned the trees closely, keeping her small body close to the ground and using every inch of cover she could find. Even as her hands began to go numb Jasmine kept a tight hold on the snowballs in her hand, working her way behind Bartiel.
 
Bartiel knew that even if she'd climbed a tree, she would likely attack from ground level. Attacking from above would just be inviting him to turn and evade, or at least prevent a direct hit. So he stood in one place. His legs apart, his hands somewhat low, he remained perfectly still. Upon hearing the ruckus she made, he glanced that way...but wasn't fooled. If she made a bit of silence as she moved, then he would have fallen for it, but she was always so silent that she wouldn't start getting loud unless it was a trap.

So he used the moment's opportunity to pack a few snowballs, but leave them at the ground beside him, and even set a few a meter or two from where he stood in a couple directions. Bartiel shifted nervously. Long-ranged fighting and tactics wasn't his thing. While in hand-to-hand combat he fought as a fragile speedster, here he used stone wall tactics.

It was odd for him.
 
Jasmine finally reached her position a few minutes later. She was only about three and half or four meters behind Bartiel but she made no move to attack. If she pushed things too fast then she'd loose her chance to collar him in public, and that was something she wasn't going to do. Instead Jasmine simply remained crouched behind a small bush laden with snow, keeping her breathing slow, steady, and silent. Not making a sound she softly licked her lips, glad that she was downwind of him. Even with the slight breeze that day Jasmine knew Bartiel would be able to smell her perfume.

After waiting a minute more Jasmine finally decided to make her move, silently she shifted her position just enough to get a good shot before hurling one snowball from each hand. Only popping up long enough to throw the snowballs Jasmine disappeared back behind the bush as she began reloading.
 
Bartiel bit his lip as he stayed unmoving. He leaned his head upwards, taking in a deep breath. The crisp air smelled slightly of Jasmine's perfume, a scent which he was slowly getting used to, though it wasn't strong enough to give him a specific direction. Eyes slowly opened as he paused, facing downwards. It was a good period of time, and Bartiel was growing cold. Bartiel blinked as he detected motion behind him, quickly swerving just slightly to the side at the last moment as a snowball pelted his arm, causing him to shake off his arm as he rolled on his side, picking one of his snowballs up and countering, throwing it at her before she disappeared behind the bush.

Damn he thought to himself. She almost got a direct hit on his chest! He'd have to be careful.
 
Beginning to finish another few snowballs Jasmine focused all her attention on making sure the snowballs were packed tightly but not too firmly and weren't too big. She needed them light enough to fly far and fast, but dense enough that they'd not fall apart in midair. Finally finishing with the last five Jasmine scooted slightly, peaking out from behind the bush before she stood and began to pelt Bartiel with snowballs, throwing the icy cold missiles as fast as she could. Running forward Jasmine decided to raid his stashes and continued throwing, disappearing behind another set of bushes with a laugh.

"I'm going to get you eventually, I hope you know that," she called, purring as she smiled. "I want to see you wearing that collar during school. It'll be fun to see just how people react."
 
Bartiel chuckled a bit as he dodged several snowballs, his movements graceful and quick as he rolled, scooping up a large snowball and lobbing it in her direction haphazardly. “Hah, there's no way you'll be able to collar me in public!” he said, smirking. He was absolutely confident in his victory, looking over the bushes.

It was also noteworthy that he was an idiot. Bartiel was quick, but he hadn't even realized there was a large splatter of snow on his front, as he stood smirking arrogantly, waiting for Jasmine's next attack, having not noticed having been hit.
 
Jasmine took the time to peak out quickly before she giggled delightedly and stood, making no move to throw the snowball in her hand. "Oh, I highly doubt that," she smirked, setting one small hand on her hip as her smirk turned into a grin. "Jasmine DelRoy, 1; Bartiel Onyx, 0" she chuckled, nodding to his chest. "Sweetheart, take a look at your chest."

Crossing her arms beneath her breasts Jasmine smirked, looking him over. "I think the bet was that if I could get a hit on your chest or back that you'd let me collar you in public. I got the hit, now you're getting collared," she purred sweetly, thoroughly enjoying her victory.
 
Bartiel prepared to throw as she just stood, but hesitated. Was he falling into some kind of trap? Hesitating, he blinked as she mentioned that she'd gotten something, before she mentioned his chest. Looking down, he blinked. “.......What.”

Bartiel was surprised. “I didn't even feel it,” he said, commenting, before she looked at him and she mentioned that he could be collared in public now. Hesitating, he bit his lip. That's not fair...I demand a rematch...! he almost said out, but he grinded his teeth. Bartiel almost did, but he let his shoulders fall as he looked at Jasmine, frowning.

“...I guess I did say that,” he said quietly. He wouldn't go back on his word. “...Fine, I guess you can collar me now,” he said. He was hoping she'd fall for it and collar him when school wasn't in so that he could take it off before school actually began.
 
Giggling Jasmine purred and practically bounced over to Bartiel. "Oh, I don't think so. I'm going to put it on you right before school so that everyone can see you wearing it," she purred, humming softly as she walked around him and gave his hair a soft tug. "And I'm going to have more than one collar so if you take it off I'll just put another back on you," she purred sweetly. Stopping before him she gave him a smirk before she turned on her heal and began back through the trees.

Humming a soft tune Jasmine looked over her shoulder at Bartiel and tilted her head to the side slightly. "You coming? It's cold out here and I want something hot to drink," she purred, giving him a cute little smile as she ducked under a low branch and headed for where she'd dropped her jacket.

Finding it quickly and simply shaking some of the snow out of the garment Jasmine didn't bother putting it back on, instead she simply walked across the clearing and headed through the trees, taking a short cut back to the dorm that she'd used many times before.
 
Bartiel blinked and hesitated as she said that she was going to put it on when school came in. “Ah...are you sure that's a good idea?” he asked before she pulled on his hair. Bartiel was a little bit worried, before she looked over her shoulder to him. For a moment, he blinked as she mentioned something hot to drink, and she seemed to be going to her dorm. “Alright, alright, gimme a minute,” Bartiel said, before shaking his thoughts off. He'd come back and put his training dummy away a bit later.

Following along, Bartiel wiped the snow off of his sweater as he followed along, sidestepping and ducking low branches as he looked over at Jasmine before reaching up and brushing his fingers along his neck. I mean, every single person in the school will see that I'm wearing a collar,” he said to her, biting his lower lip.

Of course, it wasn't like she'd be at his side every single moment when he had such a thing on.
 
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