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Quinn's Playpen

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Quinn yawned, looking around the room and giving a soft smile. The room was nice and warm, but unfortunately rather empty. No conquests the night before, how unfortunate. He stretched out, giving a small noise of contentment, then slipped out of the bed. He pulled on his dressing gown and slippers, sighing happily at the warmth and comfort. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shower and dress first, or just go down for breakfast like this. The rest of the occupants would be used to his state of undress, in fact, it was rare for him to even be this covered up, he wasn't a fan of shirts. But for now he wanted to keep warm, wait till the sun warmed up the world a little, and he was hungry.

He swiftly moved over to the door, moving out and along the hall. Others would probably be awake, after all, it wasn't as if he'd woken up at the break of dawn. Hopefully Oriel, the cook, would be awake though. Quinn wouldn't quite know what to do with himself if he was forced to cook for himself. He'd probably burn whatever he attempted to make.

((This totally looked longer in the little box thing...))
 
"I'm leaving you out in the cold, again! I'll let you freeze to death!" Codevon's cool voice rang out from his throat, mimicing the voices that played through his headphones. He was dressing, pulling his shirt right over the phone cord and slipping his MP3 player into the pocket of his jeans. His hair was still wet from his shower, but he didn't mind it. He grinned at himself in the mirror as he messed with the folicles, continuing his song. "I won't let you see the flames, just the chimney," he posed, "Where there's smoke, there's fire, but I'm such a good liar!" He finally moved away from the mirror and headed toward the door, making it a point to sing louder once he left the room. "You can't read the signals and my lips are sealed," he walked quickly, his stomach growling as he'd been up several hours, already, "from saying words that deal you shame." By the time he'd finished, he'd made it to the kitchen, the wonderful smells of his brother's cooking hitting him pleasantly and making the noises of his gut resonate only louder.

He reached into his pocket and pressed pause while the other hand slipped his headphones around his neck and he moved to find Oriel--he couldn't spend the morning right without at least saying hello to him. He found him quickly and snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing himself against his back. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of his neck and whispered a good morning, not really thinking of whether or not he was interupting anything, which most likely was. Either way, he'd gotten his chance to take in that lovely, familiar scent and warmth and he was quite satisfied for the moment. He smiled cheerfully as his mouth salivated, ready for whatever his brother was willing to provide him with, that morning.
 
Oriel jumped as his brother came up behind him, giggling softly as the man placed a kiss on his neck. "Codi! You'll make me burn it!" Oriel wiggled a little, grinning widely. He didn't really want Codevon to let go, of course not, though he was a tad worried that the distraction might make him burn the food. It would be so embarrassing if he burnt the food! Oriel quickly finished off what he was working on and served some up on a plate for his brother. "Hope you like it, Codi!" He squirmed a little, hoping that his brother would stick around and eat it with him. He would go out into the dining room and eat it with him, but he couldn't, everyone needed their breakfast, and if he didn't get it to them, who would?

It was about then that Quinn walked in, wearing nothing but his dressing gown and a pair of slippers. Oriel quickly served up a plate for him as well, blushing lightly, suddenly being rather aware of the warmth of Codevon's arms around his waist. Quinn didn't seem to notice however, he simply thanked Oriel for the food, winked at Codevon when Oriel wasn't looking, and went into the dining room to eat. Hopefully more of his 'family' (it was better than calling them prostitutes) would come along. He rather despised sitting alone for too long.
 
Codevon was nearly too busy kissing at Oriel's neck--moving with him as he prepared things--to notice Quinn's arrival. He'd even begun nibbling on his brother a bit before he looked up, just in time to catch Quinn's wink. He smiled, his eyes more than welcoming and inticing, then returned to his own work--tormenting his brother until he'd get to drag him off somewhere. The smell of food and the plate that Oriel'd made for him was tempting, but he had other hungers that he wanted satiated, first. He gently licked the spot that he'd been nibbling and chuckled lightly, trying to seduce his brother into turning around and returning a bit of the favor; things were more fun for him, this way. He moaned quietly, one of his hands carefully lifting the end of his shirt and letting his fingertips brushing against his skin just above the band of his pants. Oh, what a long morning it'd been.

Upstairs, Charlie'd just awoken. He didn't bother with a shower, that morning, far too interested food and people to waste the time--he'd take one after breakfast. He slid out of bed and grabbed a pair of dark jeans, then pulled them up over his otherwise naked body. He left his shirt off, exposing the most recent, yet unhealed scars and wounds, some of which looked like they could have been fatal. He didn't bother looking in the mirror as he passed it, touseling his hair lightly to make it stay out of his face. He left the room and followed the scent of breakfast right down to the kitchen. He ignored the two, having little interest in either of them, grabbed himself a plate, and then slipped out into the dining hall where he took a seat beside Quinn. "Morning," he stated as he picked up a fork and began to eat. He was still rather out of it and that was apparent, a few rather fresh cuts on his arm from the night before that he didn't even bother to cover. He smiled sleepily at Quinn between bites.
 
Oriel gave soft whimpers of protest. It wasn't as if he didn't want it. Of course he wanted it, but did Codi have to start right now? The temptation to spin around and start kissing his brother was starting to get a little too much, and he was almost reduced to a squirming whining mess. But he had a job to do, so he had to resist! A momentary flash of imagination had him standing strong, the epitome of an iron will. But that dissolved, along with a lot of his remaining composure, as Codevon's fingers snaked up underneath his shirt and began to toy with the skin just above his pants. "Nnn... Codi.. Stop, I need to cook the breakfast for everyone!" He blushed at the sound of his voice, knowing he couldn't really put any real protest into it. The fact that his lower areas were almost begging to let Codevon keep going didn't help.

Quinn looked up from his breakfast and smiled as he saw Charlie. "Good morning to you too, Charlie." Quinn gave him a warm smile, looking over the cuts and bruises with a careful eye. "Need anything for those? I wouldn't want you dying on me. He laughed softly, "people pay quite a lot to be with someone as willing to be hurt as you." He was teasing, that certainly wasn't the reason he was asking. Even though it was true that Charlie brought in quite a lot of money, he cared about the man. He cared about all of the people in his little 'family.' He was genuinely concerned, though Charlie seemed to be fine. The man seemed to be capable of being hit by a bus, getting up and walking away with a smile on his face.
 
Codevon smiled softly and gave a very quiet chuckle--he always enjoyed the squirming and small noises that Oriel made, especially when he was doing inappropriate things at very inappropriate times. It wasn't like he was planning on stripping him down, he just wanted a kiss... for now, anyway. Hmm... It would seem he'd have to try harder to get what he wanted, that morning. His small smile slowly turned into a small grin and his jaws opened and shut neatly on that patch of skin he'd been working at. His fingertips carefully found their way beneath the band of his pants, lightly caressing the skin of his upper abdomen. Of course, he wasn't about to tell Oriel what he wanted--that would ruin the fun! He made a quiet moan, his eyes glancing up into the room around them, every so often, to check that they were still alone.

Charlie felt his blood rise to his skin in a pleasant fashion as Quinn commented on his beloved wounds. He smiled a little more, this one sticking as he ate. Although he could have easily read into Quinn's comments to find just how he felt about everyone, he chose not to. Charlie liked to believe that he was unwanted and that everyone wanted to tear him apart. It was quite a pessimistic view, to most, but it allowed Charlie a whole new world of fantasies to enjoy. He ate slowly, always enjoying Oriel's cooking, especially the mornings after he'd had a long night. He found himself staring at his knife as he cut through a bit of food and licking his lips lightly and quickly as he stabbed the tip through the piece and directed it between his lips. He let it nick him lightly, just inside mouth, and began to stealthily suck the blood from the new wound. He answered Quinn shortly thereafter. "No, I'm quite fine, thank you." Morning lust--day dreams from the previous night--was still lingering in his gaze, strengthened by the familiar coppery taste against his tongue.

Emmerick remained upstairs, rather exhausted. There was never a way of telling when he'd wake, though it was more often than not quite later than everyone else. He preferred afternoons, so long as he was allowed them.
 
Oriel shivered, moaning slightly, before giving up. He wasn't going to get any work done in these conditions, and if anyone complained, they could talk to Codi about it. He turned of the stove, making sure nothing would burn or catch fire or anything horrible like that while he wasn't paying attention before squirming around, snuggling up to Codevon. "Alright, you got my attention," he gave his brother a slight pout, though quickly grinned up at him. "But if anyone gets angry because they have no breakfast, I'm gonna tell them it's all your fault." He laughed brightly, leaning up and planting a soft kiss on his brother's lips. "You're such a bad influence to me, Codi." He purred teasingly, wrapping his arms around Codevon's shoulders.

Quinn chuckled lightly at Charlie's response, looking him over as he ate his food. The knife didn't go unnoticed, and even though the man was rather sneaky about cutting himself with it, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he was doing. Charlie was like that, though, and if it amused him, it was fine, it wasn't as if the man was seriously damaging himself or anything like that. "Well, feel free to have a rest if you need it, I don't want you falling asleep during your next session." More teasing, of course, and he laughed softly.
 
Codevon grinned a bit wider as he'd finally managed to get Oriel to turn around. His hands moved from around him and gripped the counter on either side of him cornering him as he pushed him against the wood and stone. The first kiss wasn't enough, he wanted something a bit deeper to satiate his desires. He pushed his hips against him firmly, tilting his head and leaning forward to kiss his neck, once more. "Mmm..." He trembling lightly, almost unnoticably, as he imagined later events. He kissed his jaw bone, then along the line until he'd reached his lips, again. He pressed theirs together for a long, passionate moment, pushing him back, lightly, to lean over the counter top.

Charlie chuckled, his tongue playing with the little cut between bites. He had no intention of sleeping, though the offer was duly noted. He ate a bit more, then spoke curiously. "...Any plans, today?" He was, of course, referring to his schedule and whether or not he had any appointments. He was rather excited to, past events aching at him and making him cringe lightly with a pleasurable memory every now and then. He looked up to Quinn, for the first time since he sat down, and suggested further, "...Because, if there aren't..." He gave him a small, seductive (for him, anyway) smile, trying to lure him in. Although he didn't consider Quinn the best of all those he'd had abuse him, he did enjoy any that he could get. Even if it meant a mere cigarette burn or paper cut that pained him for less than a minute--it was better than no pain at all.
 
Oriel gasped lightly as he was pushed up against the counter. He could feel his heart rate speed up, and he could only imagine how embarrassing it would be if they were caught. But somehow he couldn't find the will to protest. He wanted it a little too much. Not to mention, being a complete bottom, he wasn't the type to go against what his older brother wanted, for long, at least. He shivered softly as their hips were pushed together. His hands gripped Codevon's waist, holding him tightly, almost clutching him, and his lips eagerly sought his brother's when the kissing resumed, his lips parting slightly, hoping to invite Codi in.

Quinn thought for a moment, as far as he could remember, Charlie didn't have any appointments scheduled for today, though you could never be sure who might pop along during the day. There was one client who seemed to take a particular interest in him. Then again, most kinky ones had at least one or two that took to them, after all, they could be hard to find anywhere else. A small smiled formed on his face as he caught the tone of Charlie's voice, along with the expression on his face. "Really, now, Charlie, the day's only just begun and you want to have another go?" He chuckled softly. "I haven't even finished my breakfast, so you'll have to way.
 
Codevon closed his eyes and smiled ever so slightly at the entirety of Oriel's actions--it was a very good thing that he was the one in control. He parted his lips in return and allowed his tongue to lash out in search of Oriel's, sliding across his brother's teeth and the roof of his mouth. After a pleasant moment with their tongue sliding across one another, he returned it to his own mouth and closed his teeth lightly on Oriel's lower lip. He opened his eyes and drew back a bit, smirking slightly as he released and denied his brother further contact. He chuckled lightly and stepped to the side, his fingers lightly gripping and sliding across Oriel's pant band as he moved. He leaned back against the counter beside him, grabbing the plate he'd prepared and nonchalantly taking a bit. He chuckled delightedly as he chewed the small portion. "This is delicious, Oriel! He gave him a lustful expression to tease him, then focused on picking at his meal.

Charlie's smile turned into a sly grin as he continued eating. He'd figured as much, but he'd wanted to ask, either way. Although he wasn't much of an eater--ever--he couldn't help but at least taste the food that Oriel provided every morning. As the food began to hit his stomach, he felt his wounds starting to pick up their healing process, most noteably the one on his lip. He sighed and set his silverware down, then lightly pushed his plate forward so he could rest his arms across the table. Already, he missed the taste of blood. He gave the plate a soft smile as he spoke. "Hm, take you're time." There was obvious disappointment in his tone, though he really was patient--that was part of his nature as an Uke as he was often forced to wait for his pleasure. He turned his smile to Quinn, nodded, and then stood to step outside, suddenly feeling a strong need for a cigarette. He felt bad for leaving Quinn, but he wouldn't be long--five minutes tops. He stepped lightly and quickly, drawing a cigarette from the pack in his pocket as soon as he moved over through the door frame.
 
Oriel moaned softly, his breaths quickening as he felt his brother's tongue pass between his lips. His own tongue moved tentatively forward to meet it, and almost caressed the other man's tongue. He gave a small sigh of disappointment as Codevon's tongue moved back, but he smiled as he felt teeth gently grab his lip and pull. He was practically putty in the man's hands, and it took him a few moments to actually figure out what was happening as Codevon moved away. He looked around the room, blinking a few times, barely even capable of remembering where he was, then watched as Codevon started eating. When he finally got back into his own mind his face turned from a horny kind of bliss to a pout. "C-codi that's... Mean..." His face flushed and he turned away, getting back to cooking and trying to hide the problems that had surfaced in his pants.
 
Codevon couldn't help but smile with Oriel's small comment; he was pleased that he'd succeeded in his plan. He sometimes liked to get Oriel worked up, string him along as if there'd be nothing done about it, but he'd eventually make sure that he treated his brother later. He sighed softly at the thought, already getting ideas of what'd they'd do. He worked about halfway through his food, then set it aside--even that was more than he usually ate. He gripped the counter behind him and pulled himself atop it, then watched his brother work, imagining him in his glory. He could've cared less if he'd noticed the way he gazed at him, the fact was that he was able to control it, and with hardly a movement, he could make Oriel melt. That's why he liked him, so much. He moaned softly as his mind wandered, a tiny smile spreading across his lips.

Charlie returned shortly, smelling of tobacco. He seemed more awake, now, and ready to sieze the day. He sat right back where he was, turning the chair toward Quinn and resting on elbow on the table. The wounds on his arm had scarred up pretty nicely, though they'd never completely fade away, and he seemed a bit healthier. He wanted to socialize that morning, but he wasn't exactly the best at it--his humor lied in cruelty and he'd never really been good at small talk, so he was at a loss. Until Quinn brought something up, he just looked around the room, trying to keep his mind busy.

Emmerick finally crawled out of bed, his head pounding and the scent of liquor, tobacco, and blood rather ground into his body odor--no matter how much he washed, he always seemed to smell of such things. He looked at himself in the mirror for a while and finally decided a shower was required before he headed down for breakfast. He spent about half an hour with his bathroom duties, most of the time spent standing in the shower and letting the water run over his body. He dressed in dark green cargo pants and a black shirt, and then left the room. He walked slowly, starving but not really in the mood to see people, just yet. He could still feel a bit of liquor sloshing in his stomach--he really must have had a lot the night before--and it discouraged him from eating, though he'd ignore it as usual. He made it down to the kitchen and stopped just inside the doorway, looking around the room a bit sleepily before he headed toward Oriel. "Morning, Oriel," he nodded to him, then to Codevon, "Codi." Codevon smiled and returned the nod, then re-focused his attention on Oriel's work. Emmerick grabbed a rather large plate of food, then moved to the dining room, sitting across from Charlie and hardly paying him a second glance before he began to eat, rather quickly.
 
Oriel squirmed, constantly distracted by his brother's presence. Codi could be so mean sometimes! He tried desperately to focus on making the food, but couldn't help but look over every time Codi moved, half-hoping and half-fearing that the man would do something else. He got the shock of his life when he heard Emmerick's voice behind him, and he nearly tipped over one of the pans. By the time he'd calmed down, Emmerick had already gone, leaving Oriel with a profound sense of embarrassment, along with the aching longing in his loins.

Quinn remained mostly silent once Charlie came back in, focusing on eating his food. He knew Charlie wasn't very partial to small talk, so he was trying to think of something to say. Right about then Emmerick came in and Quinn smiled. "Well, Charlie, if you really want to do something, I've always thought that you and Emmerick would make quite a good match. He laughed softly. That didn't mean he thought they were particularly compatible personality wise, but their particular 'fetishes' were just right for each other. The poor cleaning staff would think there had been a massacre in the room if they had at it. The thought caused him to chuckle, and he watched them out of the corner of his eye, wondering if they would consider it.
 
Codevon was nothing short of pleased with the facial expressions he was gifted to witness. He grinned and chuckled, every now and then making small movements to tempt him further. Eventually, he stood from the counter entirely and circled around him, lightly sliding his hand across his backside and leaning in for a quick kiss on the cheek as he moved to the other side of the counter. He leaned on it, watching Oriel's expression. "...You going to eat, Oriel?" he asked, his tone just a tad seductive. He lifted his hand to his lips and lightly bit at the tip of his thumb, letting his tongue graze the skin between his teeth; of course, he was thinking of Oriel as he did this, causing his eyes to narrow slightly with the remnants of past pleasures.

With the comment, Charlie looked over at Emmerick, his face rather vacant of expression. He'd considered this before, of course, and even attempted to ask Emmerick, though he'd been denied. Unknown to Charlie, it was Emmerick's controlling personality that'd taken affect, there. He didn't want to be asked, he wanted to give it and force it of his own accord. Emmerick gazed at Charlie, in turn and they shared opposing expressions: Charlie's was thoughtful and Emmerick's was nearly a glare. Emmerick then turned back to his food, eating as if the exchange never happened. Charlie seemed to frown a little and grow antsy, but it hardly showed. Although he wasn't hungry in the least bit, he picked up his fork and took another bite to distract himself, knowing that Quinn had his eye on him.
 
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