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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:42 am
"Who said I enjoyed anything?" Xander said, scowling, but the blush that spread over his cheeks was blatantly denying his own words. He was not about to admit to something like that, not in a million years. Admitting something like that would be the same as surrendering, at least in Xander's mind - and the last person he wanted to surrender to was Remiel.
"Angel my a**," he muttered, rolling his eyes. His skin tingled where the man's breath smooth over it.
He tried to ignore it. But Remiel's lips were moving over his throat in a slow, deliberate manner as the other man's face pushed aside his shirt to reach his shoulder. Xander lifted a hand, his fingers clenching in the blonde's shirtfront, intent on pushing him away - at least he thought he was going to - warmth spreading over his cheeks.
Remiel bit his shoulder. Xander's eyes flew open, a small, sharp gasp escaping his throat before he could stop it, muffled by his face against the blonde's neck. His entire face - and body, for that matter - felt altogether too warm.
He was now sitting half sideways in Remiel's lap, and Xander shifted again, this time lifting himself to move out of the way, but somehow his leg got tangled with one of Remiel's and he was stuck, the man's face still on his shoulder.
"That," Xander said, his voice strained. "that's...who says you know what I crave?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 10:35 am
Remiel snorted and rolled his eyes. "Those things....words I believe you call them?" He said sardonically. "They are not computing. Fairly certain something in your mind is suffering from a faulty connection."
Or the simple version: Denial.
"Where else do you think I got such charming looks and smooth skin accompanied by silky blonde hair?" Why yes, he did put emphasis on certain words while skimming his lips along Xander's exposed skin. One tracked mind. Not only did he have it but he was stubborn and determined to get to this man.
A low chuckle combined with a snicker brushed along the same skin that had lovely teeth marks slowly fading. Remiel was positive there would be a bruise there. And it amused him. Greatly. As did the hand curled in the front of his shirt. Oh and can't forget that gasp! Or the failed attempt to move away.
Wicked. His smile was very wicked now.
"D-E-N-I-A-L~" His voice was almost sing-song like as he traced his nose along Xander's shoulder to his neck. And bit him again.
And then the obnoxious blonde wasn't behind him anymore (belated it occurred to him Xander would probably smack into the dresser - my bad!). Wasn't even sitting on the floor. No, he'd found a little extra strength to be even more obnoxious. And reclined on the bed 'showing off' his body and letting heated eyes drift all over the other man.
"What do you crave, hmmm?" He breathed out low and of course seductively.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:03 pm
His shoulder hurt a little now, thanks to Remiel being more friendly than he should have been, but the flush that seemed permanently spread across his face now was a blatant reminder of just exactly how he felt.
"Who says you're...charming," Xander murmured, his head falling back, unintentionally exposing more of his neck to Remiel's lips, which were moving over his throat, over his shoulder and back again. It was horrendously distracting and simultaneously annoying, and Xander was not exactly in the best of moods to be having this sort of debate - both internal and external.
"I am not in denial," Xander hissed, the last part of the word slightly gasped, feeling the blonde's teeth again, only this time at his neck.
I need this man to go away.
And then, quite suddenly, he was away. Xander's head smacked against the dresser and he let out a string of obscenities. His gaze flickered around, looking for Remiel, and found him - of course - on the bed, lounging luxuriously on top of the silk covers.
Xander scowled. But the heated gaze made him flush anyway. Pushing himself to his feet, he brushed dust off of his pants and pushed his hair back away from his face. Slowly he stepped across the room until he was beside the bed, arms folded across his chest.
"...I asked you first." he said, gaze dark, almost challenging.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:32 pm
"Everyone, of course!" He said grandly yet kept his lips right where they were. The man just needed to stop fighting him! Things would be so much better if he did. But the attempt to break that particular 'door' was a challenge Remiel was eager to accept. And enjoying said attempt very much.
Remiel laughed, placing a feather light kiss against the same spot he'd just bitten. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He teased. "I'm pretty sure it was more of that denial~"
Blonde eyebrows rose at the lovely words that spilled out of Xander's mouth when his head smacked against the dresser. A little voice inside of Remiel's head was cackling and uttering 'MY BAD!'. He waited until their eyes met, giving Xander a sly smile. His gaze alone promised things. Nice things, in his opinion.
If he'd been a feline, his tail would have been flicking about to and fro in a playful and taunting way. Remiel smoothed a hand down along his side and stomach to rub the silk sheets below him. "Good taste." He said conversationally, ignoring the scowling man standing in front of him. And the question thrown back onto his side of the quart.
"Wonder if it feels this soft still against heated skin." He murmured, glancing up at Xander beneath his lashes.
"You crave...one night." Remiel said after a moment eyes on the hand tracing designs against the sheets. "One night to be happy. To feel satisfied in ways you try to ignore. He let his gaze drift slowly upwards to meet Xander's eyes. "And companionship."
He flopped back on the bed, folding his arms behind his head and staring up at the other man. "I can give you that one night." His lips quirked up. "Unfortunately not the other. However~" Now that cheshire smile spread. "I will just have to come visit you again. And again. And a few times after that." In other words, Xander was stuck with Remiel appearing out of nowhere.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:40 pm
It was almost two thirty in the morning now, and outside the stars were muted behind the sheer curtains, just vague, fuzzy pinpricks of light in an inky black sky. There was hardly any sound at all - the night was still and quiet, as though nothing else was going on anywhere.
The chaos, of course, was all within Xander's own mind. He stood there beside the bed, watching Remiel carefully, his dark, dual colored gaze guarded. He had no reason to believe that the other man was lying - if anything, he was absurdly, obscenely obvious in his own desires and beliefs, but he still hesitated, lips pressed together.
Companionship. The word was foreign to him, like a strange taste in his mouth. He did not even know where to begin with that, where to start, how to go about getting it.
How long has it been?
Keeping silent, Xander sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Remiel. His shoulders were tense, his posture stiff, but after a few moments he said, without turning around, "...so turn your game around."
He tilted his head over his shoulder, gaze flickering.
"You seduce me this time."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 1:04 pm
Remiel had not sense of time. To him, night was just night until the sun rose and and thus, night turned to day. Hours were meaningless in his mind. When you'd lived for as long as he had, keeping track of days was a blessing. Trying to keep track of hours was a waste of energy. Energy that could be used elsewhere and much more...enjoyable things.
He was confident in his responses. And not in an arrogant way. The witch eater had learned how to read the body. Know what signs to look for. What certain behaviors typically meant. And most of what he'd suspected from before had been answered tonight through various means. But, the strongest bit of confidence he had in his answers was that he understood. Remiel knew what it was like, in his own way, to lack companionship. For so long he'd only ever had his twin. The two of them lived their lives the only ways they knew how. They had their pawns, yes. But true 'friends'? None. They were alone. A breed of witch eater that was unique. Alone.
The blonde let his head roll to the side a little, in order to watch Xander's body. His eyes traced along the man's spine, up to his shoulders, the dark hair. When he finally did speak, Remiel just stared at him. Slowly, one eyebrow rose up in disbelief.
Oh you did not just say those magical words?!
Moving slowly, the blonde sat up, still staring at Xander. There was a spark glinting in his eyes playful and wicked all in one. Equally as slowly as he'd sat up, Remiel reached out to drag his fingers through those dark strands before gently brushing them to one side, exposing the back of his neck. Hands slid to either side, fingers digging into his shoulders. With practiced motions, he rubbed along too tense muscles there, leaning forward to brush his lips against that exposed neck.
"If that's what you want~" He murmured, breath whispering against his skin as those fingers continued their work, moving along his shoulders while he teased his neck.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 1:17 pm
He waited for the inevitable reaction, for Remiel to realize what he had just said. Xander's posture was still stiff, tensed as though he were readying himself for what was coming.
The bed creaked a little. Hands sifted through his hair, and Xander closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. His weakness, as well as anyone might have easily guessed, was his hair, as much as he hated to admit it. He was certainly vain in his own way, and arrogant enough to understand that and embrace it, but his looks were rarely brought into play.
Unless it was his hair, which was long enough that it brushed against his waist. Xander's head fell to the side a little, feeling Remiel's thumbs digging into his back between his shoulder blades, the voice that thrummed against his neck, sending shivers reverberating up and down his entire spine.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he had the distinct feeling he was going to regret this, but that was later and this was now.
"...you've wanted this," said Xander, his eyes still closed. "So prove to me that you can actually do it and you're not just all bark and no bite."
Yep. Definitely going to regret it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 1:39 pm
A soft laugh, almost as dangerous fanning along his neck as the feather light kisses. And his hands continued to work the tension out of Xander's shoulders. He alternated between digging his fingers in deeply to the muscle and rubbing soothing designs. The blonde worked the areas until he finally felt the knots there release.
"As you wish." He murmured, letting teeth graze against his skin. His hands slid forward with light teasing motions as Remiel worked the shirt off. Once that was accomplished, he exposed all of Xander's back to his ministrations. He started at the top, dragging the tips of his fingers along his shoulders and down to mid back. There he dug his thumbs in and massaged the man's back. Slowly. Carefully. Hands moving lower each time.
But his hands weren't the only thing torturing Xander's body. Remiel followed a similar path with his lips, letting them just barely touch skin in places. A kiss placed in others. A light pinch of skin between teeth here and there.
"Still think I possess no bite?" He whispered, grazing his teeth along Xander's spine as his hands slid slowly to rub along hips now. A few fingers may have teasingly dipped below the waistband as well.
How long will you try and fight it? He mused to himself.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 1:46 pm
He felt somewhat disconnected with the world around him, as though time had stopped and what was happening now would not alter reality. But perhaps that was the point - perhaps that was what Remiel had been trying to get him to do in the first place, to let him relax and to remind him what it was like after so long.
The massaging felt nice, and after a few moments Xander let himself relax, the tension easing beneath Remiel's experienced hands. Then he felt him move, those hands slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt and tugging it gently off - and Xander let him, without much protest. The room was warm, and he did not feel uncomfortable or cold - if anything it was the direct opposite. His skin warmed beneath Remiel's touch, beneath the fingers that danced along his spine and the lips that made him shiver, despite all odds.
His head was spinning now. Xander opened his eyes, his gaze hooded. Remiel's hands were on his hips now, and he smiled - an almost feral smirk.
"Yes," he said doggedly, deliberately obnoxious, but he couldn't resist the jibe, feigning complete innocence - though his face was rapidly growing more and more flushed, betraying his own words.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:00 pm
Ah, there it was. The tension completely leaving. That last guard falling. He felt the man relax finally, lips curling up in a triumphant smile. He'd known Xander could relax like this, choosing to torture himself by not doing so. Just like he tortured himself in other ways.
"Feel better now?" He asked with mild amusement, never stopping his hands.
At least not until he heard that obnoxious challenge in that single word. Remiel snorted against Xander's back, shifting himself so he was directly behind the man. The hands on his hips slid around him, tracing designs along his stomach. One hand kept making a slow climb upwards while Remiel mirrored the movement from behind with kisses until he got to his neck. A gentle n** was placed there as his fingers brushed just under Xander's jaw, nudging his face a little to the side, exposing neck and shoulder.
A flicker of eyes to meet his combined with a wicked smile, and Remiel bit down hard into that tender location.
Releasing his hold on his shoulder, Remiel let his breath ghost just behind his ear before whispering into it.
"Xanderrrr~" His voice was low and slightly rough. "You enjoyed that little n**, didn't you?" He teased, lips pressing against the base of his ear.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:07 pm
He was going to answer Remiel's question with an obnoxious reply of his own, but Xander decided against it, instead just letting a smirk flit across his face. The blonde's hands moved again, and now Xander was completely wrapped in his arms, his back still peppered with small kisses from Remiel. One of his hands lifted, smoothed over his chest and touched his jaw, Remiel's fingers tilting his head to the side.
Xander's gaze flickered sideways, just barely catching the wicked grin before the bite came.
A hot flush spread over his body instantly, Xander's face feeling entirely too warm. He hadn't realized he was trembling slightly until he felt Remiel's mouth move again, this time right beneath his ear and sending tingling spindles all up and down Xander's neck.
"No," he muttered, but his own voice was just as rough as Remiel's, a flinch flashing across his reddened face. His head fell back, black and red hair cascading over his shoulders, falling against Remiel, Xander's breath coming out more erratic than he wanted it to.
"Not...at all..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 11:05 pm
The arms wrapped around him tightened their hold as the blonde felt Xander trembling. Which pulled a light snicker out of Remiel. All of which were puffs of breath that brushed along under his ear. Fingers still danced around at the base of his neck while the hand now lingering close to Xander's abdomen very faintly dug nails into his skin. No where near hard enough to puncture it. He dragged his nails lazily along that bare chest, circling lower each time.
"Such a stubborn a**, aren't you?" Remiel purred, smiling against his skin before deciding to trace along the vein of his neck. With his tongue. Especially since said neck was so nicely exposed for him like that.
Remiel shifted slowly behind the man, letting his own chest brush against his back. "I think you're lying~" He whispered and punctuated each word with a feather light kiss. "You're very much enjoying this. But...it's not enough~" The last was said with that knowing smirk on his face.
Remiel tilted his head half lidded eyes looking towards Xander's face. They moved from his duel colored eyes to his mouth. Gently, always gentle, he turned Xander's face juuust enough and placed a teasing kiss on his lips. Nothing more than a brush of lips on lips. He did it again, adding a small n** to his lower lip in there.
"I'm a patient creature~" He warned against the other man's lips. "Don't make me draw this out. Agonizingly slow." For emphasis, he shifted his body again, very slowly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 11:28 pm
Remiel's hands were large - larger than his own, but not by much. They were rougher as well, the skin not as smooth from years of hard work, but that sort of roughness against his stomach was driving Xander crazy.
"My...middle name, I believe," Xander murmured, this time with eyes completely shut now, and shivered violently, his fingers gripping Remiel's leg so tightly that his knuckles were white.
He wanted to break away, but simultaneously stay. He wanted to disappear and reappear. He wanted to hate this, but he wanted to like this.
No, I do hate this, Xander thought, as Remiel tilted his head back. I hate that I like it and hate that I want it because I don't want to admit that it's been so long.
But it has.
One kiss - barely there. A second, followed by low spoken words against his lips. Xander opened his eyes, the heat in Remiel's gaze searing into him. Slowly he lifted his hand, shifting himself so that he could see him more easily.
"Well, that's a surprise," he whispered, lashes fluttering, a bead of sweat sliding down his face.
"Because I'm not very patient at all."
His fingers fisted in the collar of his shirtfront, and Xander yanked Remiel forward, crushing his mouth against his in a fierce, furious kiss.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 11:59 pm
"I think mine is jackass." He offered with a hint of sarcasm, dropping small kisses all along his neck after licking it. The blonde felt the shiver, grinning into his skin. Yep. He was definitely having an effect on the man. No matter how hard Xander tried to deny it. His body was betraying him.
Remiel's leg muscles tensed slowly as the grip on them increased until he was pretty sure there would be small bruises dotting it afterwards. He traced one hand down his stomach and along a thigh, splaying fingers along Xander's leg until he could apply pressure. Not too much. But enough to probably torture him some more with sensation overloads!
Mismatched eyes traveled along Xander's body as he shifted himself. The curl to the blonde's lips was as dangerous as the heated gaze that met Xander's.
He smiled tauntingly. "Tis truth, if you care to fi-" This time it was his sentence cut off as he was yanked forward into a kiss he all but melted into. The hand that had been at Xander's throat moved to tangle in his dark hair, pulling his head more firmly against his hungry lips. He met Xander full force in the furious kiss, maybe taking it a little further until Remiel pulled away just enough to break the kiss.
"Does this....mean I won...again?" He asked in a rough voice, breathing ragged. But that look! It was Remiel at his worst. In the seductive way. "Because...I think...you need a little...more convincement~" Leaning forward, the blonde claimed his mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Before he was gone.
Remiel had disappeared. Again! Leaving Xander to sit on his bed, flushed and probably ready to really kill him now. Laughter filtered through the room as a certain pain in the a** witch eater lurked about the house. Clearly, Remiel was going to torment Xander a little more.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 12:08 am
The kiss was something he had clearly been waiting for, something that Xander let himself completely and utterly sink into, without any restrictions, regrets, or boundaries. It was, perhaps, the first time in decades that Xander had absolutely, finally let himself go.
And let himself go he did, Xander all but devouring Remiel, drowning in the sensation. One arm snaked around the man's neck, while his other hand tangled in the blonde's silken hair, kissing him so ferociously that his lips would probably be bruised by morning. But Remiel was kissing him back with just as much passion, and for several long moments there was no other thoughts in Xander's mind.
At least not until Remiel - annoyingly - pulled his head back. Xander automatically leaned forward, his body trying to move closer instinctively, his breathing ragged and uneven.
"b*****d," he gasped out, against Remiel's lips, and his eyes fluttered a little at the softness of his next kiss - a startling contrast to the heat and fire only seconds earlier.
But then Remiel was gone completely, and Xander was still sitting on the bed, completely disoriented. When he managed to get his wits together, he found he was most definitely irritated.
A lot irritated. He thought about just rolling over and going to sleep, but something told him that wouldn't work too well. Which meant he had to play more of Remiel's little game.
He scowled. Then pushed himself off the bed.
The scent of magic drifted down the hallway, surrounding him. He closed his eyes, trying to discern from which direction it was, and found that it was most prominent in the living room, laughter drifting here and there.
"Come out, come out wherever you are you damn b*****d,"
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