For All to See (Happy Faces Me)

[Clementine]

"I should send you back to Sholto's pit for retraining," Rory snarled, the crumpling sound of paper mixing with his words. "How in the hells did this...third cousin twice removed even get my address?" He was still baffled by the event. When Rory had gotten the post that morning, the last thing he had expected amongst his bills and Seelie Court invites was a letter from some guy Rory had met years and years ago. Granted, it had been an interesting meeting, but when Rory had said goodbye to--he looked at the rumpled letter again--Asher, he hadn't thought of the boy since.

"Surely you won't deny him?" Kobe sat across from Rory at their cafe table, his blue eyes twinkling behind his blond fringe. The wolf was too cheeky by half and Rory had half a mind to tie Kobe up in the backyard from now on. Some body guard. Who'd ever heard of one not guarding his master's body? "I mean, he's already coming, after all," the werewolf added, his stupid, twinkling smile growing wider.

"Damn you," Rory snapped, brushing long, auburn curls out of his face. "If I ever find out you had a direct hand in this..." He trailed off, letting the unsaid threat hang in the air. Of course, Rory knew Kobe had something to do with the letter and this Asher person. He couldn't prove it though and what what he couldn't prove he couldn't punish.

Further crushing the letter into his hand before ripping it into tiny, bite sized pieces, Rory dropped them into the coffee cup sitting before Kobe. "Go away," he growled, his mood still hanging about him in a dark cloud. "Go amuse yourself for a few hours while I meet with my dear cousin."

"But milord I--"

"No," Rory cut across Kobe with a wave of his hand. "You helped with this somehow and you'll face the consequences, even if it means leaving my side for a few hours. Go to the club for a few hours and amuse yourself with whatever whore you find. Tell Maddox it's on me tonight." Rory made a shooing motion towards his guard along with a meaningful look. Knowing when Kobe was beaten, he rose and bowed slightly.

"Call me if you need me," Kobe murmured softly before taking up his paper filled coffee cup and throwing it away as he headed out the door. Rory watched the large male's exit and huffed in irritation, wiggling further down into the soft chair he was in. The fae sipped his coffee, scanning the room for Asher and wondering if he could chase the guy off somehow. He was slightly disappointed with himself for not dressing like he did at the club. Rory was, for him, dress down in a pair of tight leather pants and an open backed corset top. He knew he should have gone with the frilly lace blouse when he'd left the house. Dammit!

And so, Rory stewed at his table, sipping his coffee slowly and waiting for Asher to appear.

 

[Happy-Faces-Me]

Although it seemed that things were going less than perfect over on the other side of the tracks, Asher was having an absolutely perfect day. As far as he knew, he’d be meeting the girl of his dreams, the cutest thing since….something, but she was cute. Or so he remembered her. He had a couple of pictures of her, dressed up all nice and pretty in her little white dress, perfect looking face. She’d had to have grown up to be a beautiful woman, and even if she didn’t, he faintly remembered times where they just played and how much fun it had been. Childhood was so blissful, and there wasn’t a thought in his mind that things might not work out the way he planned. “I just gotta meet her, and we can start getting to know each other all over again.” he was extremely excited, not even the slightest bit aware that his dreams of a cute girl were probably less perfect than he thought. Especially since at the same moment he was being driven to his destination via taxi, they ‘girl’ was angrily stressing over how he’d even found ‘her’.

Some time later, Asher found himself at the requested destination and was nearly sweating out of his own skin! He was so nervous, and he wanted to impress her, not make a mess of himself. He’d probably end up making a mess of himself, but anyways, maybe it wouldn’t matter! Straightening out his fancy dress shirt, he tried to not be so awkward and took in a deep breath to calm himself before stepping into the building. He glanced around, saw a first girls, but none of them resembled the one he was looking for. Though distantly he caught a glimpse of curls and facial features that seemed so familiar. Without thinking about what he was doing he bounded over, grinning. “Hey, Rory! It’s been a long time!” the mostly loud and playful Asher was seated in moments, before taking in the fact that, up close, Rory looked like a boy. “O-Ohh… Hey, sorry, wrong person?” he laughed nervously, slowly beginning to scoot out of his chair. Hopefully she hadn’t seen his mishap?

At the same time down the road, Belial was inhaling the cold city air. He’d left home a long time ago, and sometimes he missed the warm embrace of an overly pried heating blanket, or the comfortable couches that were almost worth more than some houses. He’d lived a lavished life, but he hadn’t really enjoyed himself. Although his family wasn’t crazy about his choice in life, they didn’t pester him, and now as he leaned against the filthy wall of the ‘Crisis’ Strip club, he felt that life was going pretty well. But the words from his boss were ringing through his head, “Promote Belial! Promote! Get your tight ass out there and PROMOTE!” Since all he ever did was just put on his show and disappear. So he decided to listen to his bosses words, and glanced around for someone to trick into coming inside. He was glad that this was just the beginning of the night though, because he finally spotted someone interesting looking, and if it were rounding six, then he’d just have to leave it for the stupid day walkers. He adjusted his skirt and tussled his blonde locks, blew hues examining his ‘prey’. Luckily, he wouldn’t make a fool of himself in heels. He’d taken them off earlier in exchange for flats, to be able to come outside comfortably.

“Hey, you look stressed~” He’d dish out the cheesy hooker lines one by one! “See this place right here? Yeah, I work here. I’ve seen plenty a men forget about this hell hole out here when they come inside. “ He should probably promote the girls, but, he couldn’t help himself. “My shows up next, you might wanna step in and see what I mean?” He looked like he had money too! So definitely Belial would be getting paid nice and proper tonight. That is if the guy didn’t find out about him and run off. That would be pretty lame. Feeling that he had enough of this terrible hooker-esse flirting to practically vomit cheese, he said goodbye in the same saucy vixen voice he’d been using all night and ran inside, not falling because his shoes actually touched the ground!

//Ohohoh, Belial and his cheesy hooker lines!//

 

[Clementine]

"Pop a squat Asher," Rory demanded once the overly excitable man had bounced over only to embarrass himself stupid. He took a bit of wicked satisfaction out of shattering Asher's little rose colored glasses. Rory could now add him to the growing list of people who were disappointing in him. It was a long list and Rory didn't think it'd be ending any time soon. With a heavy sigh, he rubbed the growing paining between his violet eyes before he opened them, settling seriously on Asher.

"Sorry for the mishap. There wasn't a return address on the envelope and I didn't have your number." Feeling he was sincerely apologetic enough, Rory flashed a slightly strained smile. For a moment, Rory eyed Asher, raking his gaze over the mortal's delicious form and handsome face. If Rory hadn't know that this was already a lost cause, he might have flirted with Asher. Hell, he might have taken him home for some more intimate conversations. As it was, Rory sighed depressingly and rolled his eyes at his one time childhood friend.

"You can go now," Rory added brusquely with a flippant wave of his hand. He brushed his heavy red curls out of his face, finally looking away from Asher."

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Kobe was stroking his goatee worriedly, constantly looking back over his shoulder as he tried to decide if he should've gone back or not. Rory didn't need to be alone but he, Kobe, needed to obey his Lord. Gods knew what would happen to him if Sholto, the Captain of the Guards, heard of this current mishap. How in the seven hell was Kobe supposed to relax in a strip club if he was constantly worried about Rory? Suppressing a groan, Kobe trudged to what could veritably be his doom.

Just as he headed up to the club, he saw Belial, whom he only knew in name, head back into the club. For the most part Rory and Belial were never on the same shift together. After all, why put two big hitters on during the same night? Rory said it was to make the patrons pant. Kobe kind of felt sorry for Belial though, having to pander outside. It was probably one of the low rung managers who'd sent him out there. Maddox generally didn't condone such things when he was on duty. Which meant, Maddox was gone and Kobe had no one he knew well in the place. Groaning aloud this time, the werewolf stepped into the club.

It was dark and confined like most clubs, thought Kobe found he liked the blue tinted atmosphere. Waving one of the hosts off as he flashed his employee card, Kobe meandered down into one of the seats near the stage. Plopping himself down into one of the chairs, he leaned back and idly scratched the three claw-like scars that ran down his left cheek, just barely missing his mouth. For now, he'd wait for the show to begin.

((Loooooooool his hooker lines. And it's okay that Rory and Belial work in the same club? I figure Rory is like new or something. /shotshotshotshot))

 

[Happy-Faces-Me]

Asher was, at the very least, thoroughly confused. Who in the world was this, and why did this person know his name? Did he spill his guts all the time or something without even noticing? His dark brown eyes showed his extreme amount of confusion, but he sat down and just kind of stared for a while. After all that fuss his black hair was messy and he was sure that he looked less than presentable. Though when the male began to speak, he felt even more confused and hurting in the brain. “Huh? S-So….you’re Rory? ….I’m not leaving, no way! I wanna know whats up! I mean, Rory was a girl, right? You were wearing a dress….” he was almost talking to himself, thinking hard as he now stared at the table.

Although stuck in thought, Asher was intent on this being perfect, really intent. “Well, I am a bit of a spazz! I can totally see myself mistaking you for a girl! So, anyways, it’s been a long time, how’s life treated you!?” Yes, he was a bit uncomfortable with the idea that Rory was a boy, but he’d never been a straight line in the first place. He’d just have to get used to it right? Though it wasn’t a thought in his mind, it might be Rory’s attitude that would be harder to get over than his gender. “I’m really a boy so don’t worry!” he laughed, trying to lighten the odd mood. “Can I order stuff, do you mind?” he waved over a waiter and ordered a soda, smiling. “I’ll pay for myself, so don’t worry!” it would be an understatement to say he was nervous. This is his kind of nervous, and it only got worst.
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The male had seemed a bit familiar. Although to Belial he was just another customer. Everyone looked the same at night, especially when he was starving. After drinking some of that nasty refrigerated crap he had to keep in his room before beers for the customers that he brought in, he picked out a change of clothes, something flimsy and hardly able to be considered clothes. Flats went to high heels and his blonde locks were tossed around until they landed perfectly. Things always had to be ‘perfect’. After working hard on his appearance, he entered to some ‘sexy’ music and raped the pole that stood mid stage. There was a bit more rape and then he trailed the elaborate walk, the usual routine of letting a few guys have a feel at his legs, smooth as a babies bottom he had to add, and then give a few that were willing to cough up the cash right away a kiss or two. He really wasn’t any kind of ashamed by his actions.

Eventually, he made his way to Kobe, although he was still a stranger to Belial. He sat down on the stage, legs hanging off and crossed. He examined him a bit more, sure now that he worked there. “Enjoying yourself?” he purred. It’d be embarrassing only if he got shot down, so he scampered off right after. He removed some of his clothes, undies going first and teasingly he pretended to throw them towards the crowd, but didn’t beause that’d be money on his hands he’d have to give up. So instead he slipped them back on and just kind of moved around a while longer, eventually getting naked since that was kind of his job. The usual routine went and passed before hand though, and then one of the workers motioned for him to wrap it up. He did so gladly and pulled back on most of his clothes. He felt it had been a rather not too interesting show, but he had more plans for later.

Turning his attention to Kobe before he could leave, he motioned him over and started for his room. “Don’t’ get left behind~” he’d call gently, heading inside the room to the far end of the place. It was actually pretty simple, more romantic than stripper-esse. Once they were both in and he’d closed the door, turning to look at the male. “You have something to do with this place?” he asked as he strut to the bed, dropping clothes until he was left in his undies. Actually, he wasn’t in the mood for anything, but he supposed that a little chat might get him riled or something odd like that.
//That's fine! Lol, excuse my kind of moving about quickly. I should be asleep but I couldn't get to sleep, so I posted. And I wasn't thinking I was going to do this reply tonight, so my whole stripper show sucked hard core >o<;;; I didn't want things at a stand still either so I kind of got them to an easier spot to interact. Dx //

 

[Clementine]

Rory stared at Asher like he was insane. "Excuse me," the fae asked stupidly, one delicate eyebrow cocked in disbelief. "Perhaps I wasn't clear. I. Am. A. Man. The whole dress thing happened to be one of my mother's more...colorful interests at the time." With a long suffering sigh, Rory rubbed his throbbing temples again and wondered if Asher really was an idiot or just so charmingly charismatic that he didn't know a bad job when it hit him in the face. The male was handsome though, Rory would give him that, but he'd made a firm promise to himself years ago that he never dabbled with straight men and by Mab was Asher straight. The man had been expecting a woman and instead was met with an effeminate fae. If that wasn't a straight man, Rory didn't know what was.

Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes at Asher's seeming exuberance, Rory abruptly stood. "Look," he ground out, "you don't have to sit there and pretend that you weren't expecting some fancifully romantic reunion or whatever it is you humans expect from distant encounters." Pulling out his wallet, Rory tossed a twenty onto the table, covering both his food and whatever it was that Asher had ordered. "Quite frankly, I'm not sure why your still sitting there. We met once at a wedding where you thought I was a girl. Since I am obviously not, I'm having a difficult time believing you have any interest in me, a GAY fae, at all. So, if you'll excuse me, I have things to get to as I'm sure you do as well."

Feeling like he'd just dodged a bullet, Rory headed for the door. No straight men, he told himself again, even if they were adorably yummy and a bit naive.

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Kobe's mouth was hanging open in surprise. Had that little dancer just...accost him? The wolf gulped audibly, though the sound was thankfully muffled by the loud music. Another blessing was that Belial had darted off right after his comment, saving Kobe from having to think of something intelligent to say, especially when all the blood in his brain had rushed suddenly south. How in the seven hell he'd never run into this dancer, one of Rory's coworkers, before was beyond him. With an enraptured sigh, Kobe sat back and watched, never expecting Belial to become him into his room.

With the images of Belial's nude body dancing behind his eyes, Kobe was helpless but to obey, following the male backstage. Rory had been right about one thing, it'd been a long time for Kobe. He took his job seriously after all, so there wasn't that much time for idle trysts. He figured this was different though since Rory had commanded him here AND was footing the bill. Kobe couldn't help but smile.

"I--pardon?" Kobe took a seat across from where Belial lay, his head cocked curiously at the dancer. "What made you ask that? Do I not look like a normal customer? You did beckon me after all."

 

[Happy-Faces-Me]

Asher didn’t…feel crazy. He knew what he was doing. He knew he’d been looking for, minus a few minor details. So Rory wasn’t a girl, oh well, Asher didn’t care. He’d never considered himself gay, but then again he’d never really considered himself straight. He’d never really done much or been interested in anyone since he was young, only ever really having eyes for the Rory of his past. Asher giggled a bit, shaking his head. “Yes, You. Are. A. Man. I get it.” he smiled, trying to assure the other that he was serious with what he was doing. Of course it didn’t seem that Rory cared, or believed him.

“Rory-” The male would easily cut him off, Asher not being one to interrupt. He sighed some more, standing up as well. He was expecting a girl, yes, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like Rory. He stared as he dropped the money, trying to think if he’d ordered anything. Just in case, he dropped a five from his pocket as well, turning towards Rory. “A fae…?” he was a bit confused, but knew that there were a few oddities in the world, and his mother had spoken rarely of some as well. “I really don’t have anything to do. Today was dedicated to you.” he smiled his cheesy Asher smile, almost childish charisma pouring from every one of them. “Look,” he turned and went after Rory, taking his arm gently but with enough force to say ’Stop, I’m talking’ behind it’s grip. “I might not have been expecting a man, but I still like you. So you’re gay, maybe I’m gay. I’ve never been in a relationship with either gender really, so I wouldn’t be prejudice to being with you. If you’d just get it out of your head that you’re disappointing me by being male, and maybe seem a little more excited that I am so open to this big difference. Even…even if we can’t be together, together, we can still be friends. Although I’d much rather be with you as more then friends.”

He smiled another one of those smiles and let go of Rory. He couldn’t force him to stay anywhere, just try and talk him out of leaving.
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“I mean, you just kind of seem familiar. It doesn’t really matter either way to me,” Belial giggled, laying atop the soft sheets gently and twirling his finger in circles before him, “I did beckon you. You didn’t seem so familiar outside in the dark, but those dance lights really show off your features. Whoever you are, you’re here aren’t you? Are you just gonna sit around? “ The blonde teased, sitting up now and looking over to Kobe. “I have to admit…I didn’t think I’d be doing much other than the show tonight.”

He snickered slightly and got up, walking towards Kobe and taking his hands, urging him up. He was taller then Belial, but Belial was pretty small in comparison to most. Which helped with his job of course. If he was tall and bulky it’d be hard to work the pole, and the customers. “It doesn’t matter if you’re a regular customer or not, you’re a customer now.” he turned, his back facing to Kobe, and placed the males arms around his waist, tilting his head to meet his eyes. “How often do you pick up strippers at strip clubs, hm?” Belial joked, not that he cared. A job was a job to him, even if he really had an interest in this male for whatever reason. He rarely got too into his work, but at the moment he could feel his blood boiling.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he thought about his situation. Despite all the put downs on this type of job, he could say he enjoyed it. Not for what it was, but some of the people were interesting and nice, and people left happy near all the time from here, unless they ran out of money. It might be a ludicrous way of making a little part of the world happy, but it was getting the job done quite well.

 

[Clementine]

Rory nearly punched Asher in the face for grabbing his arm. Almost. Instead, when he whirled to give the male a tongue lashing, he ended up pausing. The moment he caught sight of Asher's face, a blush began to creep up Rory's neck that was almost as red as his hair. The fae felt it coming and knew he couldn't stop it. He rarely ever blushed and it usually only happened when someone was being sincere. The thought only made Rory blush harder.

Slowly, Rory slide it arm out of Asher's grasp, rubbing the tingly flesh slightly. Biting his lip, he stood there trying to come up with something to say. He wanted to yell and scream, but Asher's earnest face stopped him. He'd always been a sucker for the truth. Why couldn't Asher be like every other drooling human male out there?

"Fine," Rory managed to bite out, though he was clearly resigned to whatever fate Asher could come up with. "I need to go and get some new boots, so you can come with me. I guess." Not waiting to see if Asher would follow, Rory turned and marched out the door, his red curls bouncing as he did so.

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Kobe didn't just feel tall around Belial, he practically towered over the slight male! Kobe himself was barely six feet tall, but he was nicely defined from his guard work. That almost made things worse since it seemed he'd break Belial if he so much as touched him. With a gulp, Kobe stayed right where he was until the little minx was drawing him to stand up. He was helpless to do much other than struggle to reign in the sudden burst of desire. His arms around Belial's waist didn't help much either.

"Do you not like doing...things like this?" Kobe asked, his voice a bite strained. Already he was unconsciously rubbing his calloused fingers in slow circles along the smooth skin of Belial's waist. Kobe hadn't planned on having sex with anyone that night, not really. Yeah, he'd watch the show like Rory had wanted, but ultimately he imagined himself back home and alone in the shower. He wasn't sure if he still wanted that now or not. Belial would tempt any man, or wolf, what with that luscious body he flaunted. Speaking of wolf, Kobe's own was growling in approval and Kobe had to stop the real growl of pleasure that curled up his throat.

"I've never picked up anyone before," Kobe murmured sincerely, giving into the temptation and kissing the delicate shell of Belial's ear. He'd meant to stop there but found himself placing hot, opened mouth kisses along the pale column of Belial's neck as well until he'd reached the bend of the male's shoulder.

 

[Happy-Faces-Me]

Asher froze as well when the male had turned, surely to get mad at him once more. He didn’t freeze out of fear, because he’d taken a punch before, but he froze because he suddenly saw Rory’s face turning a different color, making Asher’s lips curl into a brighter smile. Once he’d let go of Rory, he rubbed the back of his head, blushing a bit himself though for different reasons then the faes.

“You’re…you’re really cute..“ he chuckled glancing away in embarrassment. Perhaps Asher’s tactics in doing things were a little different, but he’d found them, at times, useful, opposed to more rough and rude ways of convincing people into things. He really was interested in Rory, despite his gender and whatever else might surprise Asher. It didn’t make a difference to him.

Lifting his head, Asher felt automatically more upbeat, happily trailing behind Rory like a little pup with his owner. “What kinda boots are you gonna get? I mean, I don’t think any kind could make you look bad, but I’ just curious as to your style. I just wear whatevers in the closet and clean.” Asher laughed, catching up to Rory and taking his hand. “Do you mind? If you do I’ll let go.” He didn’t want to make Rory uncomfortable, but even if they weren’t a couple, friends held hands too some times.

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Maybe it was odd to Kobe, but Belial was no stranger to appearance differences. As a kid in school, he was always more girlish in shape and form, even some of his brothers picked on him because of his size compared to their own rather muscular and toned figures. Belial worked to make sure his body was pleasing though as it was, because you couldn’t too much have a successful career in the stripper business when you were all ick and what not. People just skipped your show and drank until you looked good.

Belial chuckled, shaking his head. “Sometimes the people I’m with aren’t the most desirable, but I don’t dislike it. If I disliked it I’d probably be a little pile of mush like some of the girls here. You get used to it, but you have to come in strong too. Anyways, how could I dislike it when I’m getting a chance at someone like you? I only meant I thought that my night would go uneventful. I pick who I bring ‘home‘.” Belial purred the last bit, smirking at the feel of Kobe making circles on his skin, obviously having made the man ease into being with Belial. He’d almost seemed uninterested before. Almost.

Tilting his head off to the side to allow Kobe access to his neck, Belial started walking them to the bed, groaning softly as one of his hands caressed Kobe’s cheek. “You…you must’ve been with someone before though. You’re already making me weak at my knees, and I pride myself on being hard to please.” What was with his rhyming today? Panting softly, he turned, breaking Kobe’s line of kisses reluctantly and wrapping his arms around the males neck, crawling backwards onto the bed. “Unless your just a natural, but I don’t think this is your first time.” Belial’s blue hues twinkled with excitement. He felt his own lower regions pulse, but felt they were getting excited for other reasons besides his and Kobe’s actions.

The male smelt amazing, exotic and edging on uninteresting, but making Belial remember that odd hunger that cold refrigerated junk could never fulfill. He’d hold back his fangs though, not wanting to ruin this moment. He hadn’t been this excited in a while. “Don’t be shy, it looked like you were getting comfortable where you were.” Leaning in, Belial began gently sucking on Kobe’s lower lip, his hand slipping to gently graze the clothed area just below the males waist.

 

[Clementine]

The more Asher talked, the redder Rory got. "Whatever," he groused, though made no move to untangle his hand from Asher's. It was...kind of nice to hold hands with someone who knew that they might not be getting any action. Most of the people Rory had been with already knew they'd be getting in his bed and didn't bother with any of the touchy feely romantic crap. It was kind of refreshing actually, Asher's attitude. That, and Rory didn't have the heart to tell him to stop blathering on like a big adorable idiot.

"I need some hiking boots, actually," Rory found himself replying as he walked with Asher up the street. "I'm going trekking with Kobe this weekend and didn't have any shoes that weren't high heeled and leather." He didn't know why he was offering up this information to Asher. The words just seemed to spill out and Rory was helpless to stop them. Biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from uttering anything else, he focused on tugging Asher into Famous Footwear. Once inside, he made a beeline for the big man stomping boots, instantly picking up a yellow pair of run of the mill boots. They would do, he supposed, but he would definitely hide them in the back of his closet, underneath all his ugly panties.

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"I'll take that as a compliment." Kobe was quit content to just keep kissing Belial's neck, but the male was pulling away from him and towards the bed. Unbidden, a soft growl rose in the back of Kobe's throat and his helplessly trailed after Belial. There was something about the little male that enticed him AND his wolf, which was not an easy feat.

The moment that Belial was on the bed, Kobe was on top him, growling a bit more insistintly this time. When his lower lip was captured by the little minx, Kobe let out a harsh pant before he suddenly took Belial in a breath stealing kiss. He couldn't NOT kiss the dancer. It seemed wrong not to. With a louder groan, Kobe thrust his tongue into the male's mouth, licking every inch of the honey sweet cavern. Kobe continued the passionate kiss until he needed to come back up for air.

"I'm far from shy, puppy," Kobe mumured against Belial's neck. He didn't know why he kept coming back to the place, but he happily licked and suckled the soft skin, intent on leaving a bit of a mark. His breath hitched slightly when Belial's hand drifted to his groin. "I don't think this is your first time either," he added teasingly. "How old are you anyways? You look so young, but, then again, humans do have their silly ways of retaining their youth." Yes, Kobe thought Belial was a human. He smelt so much of human lust and sex that his sensitive nose couldn't distinguish anything else.

 

[Happy-Faces-Me]

Asher was simply relishing in the fact that he made Rory blush! He wouldn’t directly point it out, not wanting to make the male mad, but he thought it was incredibly cute and he couldn’t stand it one bit. In a good way. Glad that Rory hadn’t ripped their hands apart, Asher swung them gently in the air as they walked, humming softly to himself until he might hear words come from Rory’s lips. The male had a nice voice, one that Asher enjoyed listening to, even if he was being rude to Asher himself. Honestly, Ash had expected Rory to still tell him to leave after his big speech, but was glad that he’d decided to let Asher stay, and even let him hold his hand.

“Oh, hiking boots! I’ve gone hiking before, it was really boring at first, then I saw a bunch of cool stuff where we were and it wasn’t as boring. “ his story was longer, but he didn’t wanna ramble and interrupt Rory. “Who’s Kobe? A friend?” Asher asked happily. He wasn’t jealous, just curious. Kobe had left for the strip club area just before Asher arrived, so they’d had yet to meet. “Hm, I don’t have many pairs of shoes. It’s nice you can afford stuff like this. My tennis are really comfortable, I have a pair of hiking boots but their old, and I have some sandals, because I like going to the beach.” Chuckling, Asher allowed Rory to drag them around, smiling at his choice of hiking boots. “Those are nice, I think they’ll look good on you. Do you have a hiking outfit?” he asked gently. “I bet if you do you look great!”

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Belial snickered, nodding his head. “As you should.” All the growling Kobe was doing made him seem like a dog, not that Belial disliked it. He was hot, that was the blunt truth of it, and Belial was hot too but in a completely different way in his case. Licking his lips, he felt their moving about was getting tiresome, hence his choice of finding the bed. He could move around this whole room with Kobe, but not just kissing and touching.

Giving a light gasp of slight surprise, Belial soon found himself being kissed, something that didn’t often happen. The neck kisses and what not were given, but kissing was usually skipped. Kissing in Belial’s room was done everywhere BUT the lips. Of course this only added to Belial’s pleasure, the vampire aching with need of both varieties. He eagerly accepted Kobe’s tongue, moving his own to meet the other males, the two wet organs dancing together in heated passion. Belial didn’t feel the air. He didn’t feel the need for much anything really, ever, since there was only one thing that sustained him. But Kobe obviously needed to breathe and he gave him that moment. Despite the lack of need for air, Belial was panting hot breaths, something that only happened when he was quite excited, cold blood now boiling.

Scoffing a bit, Belial took to just enjoying Kobe, speaking sensually, “Ah. I see. So you’re not shy and I’m a puppy now? What does that make you, the big bad wolf?” the blonde snickered, holding Kobe’s head gently as the male gave attention to his soft, cool, and pale neck. “Nnh…Definitely not my first time..” he murmured softly, eyes closing softly as he let the males actions sink in against his skin. Although at the question his eyes shot open. Not even a hint of movement was made, other then his eye lids lifting, his body both not frozen and frozen at the same time. No one ever asked his age. Ever. No one cared, and if they did he’d probably get fired, although he doubted they’d tell since they could get arrested, vampire or not.

And human? Ha. Belial smelt something odd on the male, and thinking about his own joke earlier, perhaps there was something ‘special’ about this ‘wolf’. “Ah they do don’t they. What does age matter? I mean, I don’t know how old you are, but that’s not stopping me.” the smaller male rubbed harder on Kobe’s groin, eventually slipping his hand in, making an attempt to rid the mans head of that question.