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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:39 am
Xander, of course, was not trying to undress the boy, but unfortunately his actions were not exactly helping. He had been trying to figure out what exactly this guy was wearing, but in the process it was coming off as...
...well, he had no idea, but whatever the case, Xander was extraordinarily disgruntled. Especially now that the blue haired boy was pulling the top half of his dress off and letting it fall about his waist, removing the black lacy bra and exposing his chest completely.
He was most definitely male. Xander lifted a hand, rubbing at his face.
Why do these things keep happening to me?
Xander was not in the least bit shy when it came to undressing - at least not when it didn't matter - and his stomach and chest were both well defined from years of hard work and labor. He thought he might have an extra set of clothing in his office somewhere, his eyes flickering to the closed door of it as he wondered how on earth he was going to get out of this situation with his reputation still intact. For one thing, the boy - Keelah - could not walk out of this classroom half dressed, which was why he had given him his shirt. But if Keelah walked out wearing Xander's shirt, while Xander had none himself...
He could almost hear the rumours flying.
At least no one can see in this damn room right now, he thought darkly, and folded his arms across his chest, glowering down at Keelah.
...who hadn't finished buttoning up his shirt and who looked...not...presentable. Xander sighed.
"My name is my own," he said evasively. "Are you going to finish getting dressed anytime soon?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 10:29 am
Keelah was not what anyone could call defined, when it came to muscle definition he had none... and thank god for that. They looked attractive on some men, men like X - however to him they would look silly, such an elegant frame was not meant for such things. "Someone works out." He observed making a small whistling noise, he wanted to see how far he could push him - how he would react to such advances, no doubt no student had ever dared speak like this to him.
""It seems more like a letter than a name, though I guess that is your secret to keep." He saw no reason why anyone would hide their name but each to their own. It might have added to his persona and this deep mysterious aura he was trying to radiate. His eyes were enchanting, he had never seen anyone with such unusual coloration. "Rip of my clothes, switch them over, get dressed, get undressed, talk a little. You are a curious man sir. One that gives off very confusing messages." He rolled his eyes, quickly finding out that this man was not as fun as he first thought... infact he seemed socially clueless, even when it came to his own doing.
Maybe he needed teaching?
Keelah was actually quite looking forward to the aftermath of this. He liked being the center of attention and would sure fan any rumors that were to come of this fun yet surprising situation. Though at the same time, he knew how much Xander probably did not want this getting out, afterall he could get into some deep trouble over this... if the wrong things were said.
Keelah's hands were moving around the buttons, but struggling. Any idiot could tell that his fingers were not as nimble and responsive as most people - infact they were quite clumsy due to the wounds on his arms that were hidden under bandages. When they scared over, it often restricted his movement. Though it was not something he gave much thought to. "Patience professor. I will be out of your hair before you know it... until the same time next week. It seems we have a fun year ahead of us." He gave a small chuckle as he continued to fiddle.
Damn, almost had that one.
He looked up at the man once more. Tilting his head to the side rather innocently. He stepped forward, pushing the professors hair over his shoulder - he was not shy to touch, even when it came to people who he was not really allowed to. "You know. I can be quite inventive. I can get you out of this pickle very easily, nobody would suspect anything and no rumors would float around the school. However... if I was going to do this I would expect something in return. Would you be interested in such a proposal, sir?" He smirked, almost devilishly. Keelah could be agreeable, or he could spread tales that would make his writing look tame.
There was no lie in his eyes, he had a way to save Xanders reputation and many awkward questions. He guessed he was about to find out how much his job meant to him.~
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 10:44 am
"Thank you," said Xander airily to Keelah's compliment, as he reached up his hands to tie back most of his hair. It had a habit of falling into his face and sweeping into his eyes, making it difficult to see - and the last thing Xander wanted was to be caught off guard. A smirk played on the corners of his lips as he finished, lowering his hands slowly.
"Perhaps one day you'll figure it out," he said. "My name, that is. And I did not rip off your clothing," he added with a derisive snort, shaking his head. A few wispy, stray strands of black and red fell free from the messy half knot and caught against the sides of his face. He brushed them aside impatiently, the rest of his hair still resting over his shoulder. "And my messages are...what they are."
Why did he keep having flashbacks of Remiel? It was like that whole game had come back to haunt him.
"Seduce me," he had said. And now it seemed he was being pressed to do the exact same thing with this boy - Keelah. Except where Remiel was blatantly obvious, but still smooth in his dealings, Keelah was abrasive, swaggering, and almost rude.
Xander's eyes traveled down to rest on the hands that were attempting to button up the rest of the shirt. They were pale and thin, the fingers long and slender and clearly unaccustomed to what he was doing. But there was something a little odd - he seemed jerkish somehow, as he moved, not quite as smooth as he normally was.
It was probably just a show, thought Xander, disregarding it, even as Keelah stepped forward, his fingers sliding through Xander's hair. The expression on his head darkened steadily until it became an almost black one.
His hand shot out in a second, pressing against Keelah's chest and slamming him back against the door with a thunderous crash. Slowly Xander stepped towards him, his fingers digging into his skin until he was right in front of him.
"Are you," he hissed slowly, his eyes burning. "blackmailing me?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:11 am
"Yes, because not many words can start with an X. Xeroses, Xylotomy.... Xylophone." He would understand if his last name was Xylophone, but how likley was that? Looking at him now, X did not seem that much older than he was - he must have been a new teacher, maybe that was why he was so bad at it. He was late for his own class, did not know his students names, half naked in a classroom and about to slam Keelah against a wall - what else could he call it?
He shook his head when he denied ripping his clothes, that was pretty much a dictionary definition of what he did. "You broke my bra strap and ruined one of my favorite dress's. What would you call it? Pulled apart? Torn? Removed forcibly?" He asked, as he finally gave up messing around with the higher buttons. Xander was a confusing man. Even when he was trying to explain how unconfusing he was. "You did not just try to make something clear, with a riddle. As I said. Confusing, but I can not say it does without charm.~"
It was all fun and games until now.
Then he was slammed against the door, he closed his eyes and made a small meeping noise at the sudden movement. Yet, it was not the first time or the last time he was going to be slammed into something hard. Infact it was becoming a weekly custom. "That is not really teacherly conduct." It seemed like Mr. Scowlface did not sit on anger very well. Keelah smirked slightly, he would be lying if he said he was not a little intimidated but he also doubted Xander was about to beat the crap out of him in the middle of a classroom. So he stayed confident, trying not to let said fear reflect in his eyes.
"Blackmail? That word is a little harsh. I would rather it called an exchange of favors.~" He stated with a small wink, half expected to be thrown out of the room at this point.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:18 am
Xander Demetri probably was not the best teacher there was. In fact, it seemed as unlikely an occupation for someone who disliked easily as being a circus clown or a soccer coach. He was easily irritated, he scowled a lot (according to both That Guy and Althaia, for that matter), and he was quite impatient.
But he needed this job. It was not as if he could not get another one elsewhere - there were several more appealing occupations in many of the other towns and cities, but he was needed here, at Makai Academy, for specific reasons - reasons he was not about to reveal so easily to someone like Keelah.
He could not lose this job - and that meant that this boy would win what he wanted. And he knew that.
Xander's face was thunderous now.
"Perhaps I speak in riddles because I want to confuse," he hissed, between clenched teeth. Keelah had made a soft, unexpected noise at being slammed against the door, the only sign that Xander may have finally shaken some of his confidence. But the smirk was back easily, along with an airy wink, and Xander could feel his irritation rising.
"Perhaps not," he said, and slipped his hand down Keelah, dropping it away from his chest. Straightening, he folded his arms across his own bare one, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"What exactly do you want from me?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:04 pm
"Well you are doing exactly what you set out to do." He smiled at his statement, so he was playing games? Keelah had always been truthful, despite the many games he played and the flaws he had. I guess you could say it was one of his only redeeming qualities. You never got what you wanted if you did not make what you wanted plainly obvious... maybe a little too obvious at times, but there you go.
When he was placed back on the ground he straightened out the shirt, one thing he could not stand was creases. As he thought, Xander was not about to kick five bells of crap out of him -he was grateful, and certainly not complaining about that, he liked kink but that was a little too rough for his tastes. He was in any rush to be pushed back up against that wall - not in anger at least. He looked at the older man, maybe if he was a more level headed person Keelah would have pushed his luck... but he knew when it was time to play it safe.
Xander needed sizing up still, before he pulled another stunt like that again.
"There is a little bar I visit in Clarus Arbor. Come down one time and buy a couple of drinks." He has hidden intentions, ofcourse he did. Afterall Keelah was looking for something and Xander might know something. If not, then there was nothing more entertaining than getting slightly tipsy with questionable characters. He chuckled slightly, raising his hand to his lips in a feminine like manor. "See and I bet you were half expecting me to request something dirty." He added, folding his arms behind his back and leaning forward innocently.
"So that is it, give me your word and I can wipe away all of your troubles." With any luck Xander was a man who kept his promises, he hoped so at least. "What do you say? Sir?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:14 pm
He couldn't stop the smirk that flitted across his face, Xander's brows arching. Deliberately he lowered his eyes, starting at Keelah's feet and letting them trace slowly up his body,giving him a long once-over. He stopped at his face, his arms folded across his bare chest, his hair already beginning to fall free of its restraints.
"So do you, it seems," he said. Despite the fact that he was being blackmailed by a boy who didn't look older than twenty at the most, he could not help but be very quietly impressed by his drive and his ambition. Those were two traits that were admirable within the Black Hearts, and regardless of the arrogance and flirtations, he had the makings of someone who knew what they wanted and would not hesitate to get.
Though that was disregarding the flirtations, and the fact that Xander now had no shirt, and that Keelah was twisting all of his words and actions around to make them seem perverted. And Xander was not the type to let that go so easily, the scowl sliding back onto his face.
"You want me to...buy you drinks," he said flatly, as though saying the words out loud might indicate whether or not there was some sort of hidden meaning behind them. "How...very tame of you."
"And yes," he added, completely honestly. "I was expecting something a little more...to your tastes, but this works just fine."
The tie around his hair snapped completely, and the black and red locks fell over his shoulders in dark waves. Ignoring this, Xander stepped forward towards Keelah. His hands reached forward, finding the buttons that were still undone, and carefully he finished buttoning the shirt before lifting a hand, his finger beneath Keelah's chin. He tilted his face up, Xander's expression dark.
"You keep your promise, and I'll keep mine," he hissed, and stepped away, back towards his office to find a damn shirt.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:51 pm
"I have my reasons." He nodded, reasons that would become clear when they had the chance to talk. Even though Keelah liked to joke and play there was a motive behind all this.... trying to get Xander into bed came secondary to the goal that has consumed him for the last ten years. The goal that once had a twelve year old boy digging up his fathers grave in the rain.
He looked up as Xander put a finger under his chin. What was that about? He was being confusing for the sake of being confusing? He was dressed, then he was not, then he was attacking him and now he was buttoning up his shirt rather sweetly. Keelah looked on totally gobsmacked, a small taint of pink spilling onto his cheeks. What was with this guy? He was more tortuous to be around than Lutea.
Why did he keep meeting these people? It did not matter... he got what he wanted.
"Okay then!" His voice was cheery; as the black shirt went flying over, hitting the older man at the back of the head. He was no good with buttons, but undoing shirts was something he could do at great speed - all it took was the right technique. He then reached into his bag, that so far contained one apple and his novel. He pulled out a small coat and wrapped it around himself quickly whilst the others back was turned.
Okay... maybe that was cheating. Oh well.
"So I will be seeing you there! Don't forget or I will have to stir up trouble in all your class's until graduation!" He blew a kiss in Xander's direction and then went to escape the classroom... before the dark haired man actually killed him.
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