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 Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:26 am
Remiel just giggled. He was unable to even meet Xander's gaze without bursting into said fit of giggles, though he knew the man was just giving him one of those looks again. Which didn't help him to stop with the obnoxious giggling. Or the fact that when he did manage to stop long enough to glance at him, the first thing Remiel noticed was how Xander was splayed back against the piano. Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow. Immediately followed by the whine.
"Gimme back the pillow!" The blonde tugged at it, much like a four year old. "I grabbed it first." He added indignantly. "And yes. Yes you do. Because you are being 'suspicious'." Remiel was privately pleased he'd managed to get a big word out without stumbling over his tongue. Though his tongue would much rather stumble over something else. Like, say, another tongue?
Thankfully for Xander, Remiel was completely distracted by the piano. Or almost completely. His mismatched eyes flickered up to Xander for a moment, giving him a strange look. Which was ruined by a typical Remiel gaze. "A friend, you say? What 'kind' of friend?" He snickered, letting his eyes fall back to the keys he tapped at absently. "So the poor thing just collects dust and never gets any action?" Why yes, of course there were underlying jabs at other things that just collected 'dust'.
Like the shrug he'd gotten, Remiel just shrugged right back in response. He slid along the seat a little, patting the spot beside him with a sly grin.
"Do I win anything if I do?" He teased, still tapping random keys in an annoying fashion. Looking back towards the baby grand as an almost distant look appeared in his eyes before he closed them. "Maybe I do and maybe I don't. Are you willing to take a gamble?" Yes. Yes he just had to find yet another game they could play.
Except, Remiel didn't wait for an answer, or to see if Xander took a seat beside him. Eyes closed and mind somewhere else, Remiel let his fingers rest lightly against the keys. Then they were moving, in a slow tune that was both enchanting and chilling at the same time. Yet it drew you in. Made you listen and want to know how it ended. Something old, though it was unclear as to just how old. And the entire time the witch eater kept his eyes closed, like he was playing from a long ago memory, seeing it clearly in his minds eye. Or almost clearly. His fingers seemed to remember what his mind could not. Remiel didn't know many works, but this one had always been a favorite. Had been one he used to play so very long ago. Even before he became what he was today. One of the very few things he still retained from his human life.
When the music came to an end, Remiel sat quietly, his hands still resting along the keys. The last dying notes faded slowly, mingling into the sounds of the night outside.
"Ah...it's been so...long since I played that. Much too long." Clearly, he did know how to play the piano.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 9:55 am
"I beg your pardon," said Xander, with a deeply distrustful look over at Remiel as he idly picked at a stray thread on the pillow in his arms. "but I do believe that this is my house and therefore my pillow."
"And I'm always suspicious in one way or another," Xander said airily, supremely unconcerned with this blatant accusation. He cast a glance over his shoulder at Remiel again, catching a glimpse of something in his eyes, something he couldn't identify. There was a brief moment in which both of them were just looking at each other silently, the air tense and thick with magic and then -
"The kind of friend I have," said Xander, completely unhelpful with this vague sort of answer. He deliberately ignored the second comment and the jab, rolling his eyes and leaning against the piano.
The music started low and simple, slipping from one note to another, echoing throughout the drafty old house. It twisted around him, swirled through the air and tasted of haunting memories and shadows and magic, and Xander stretched forward until his entire upper body was resting on top of the piano, his arms folded with the pillow in them, his head resting down on top. He listened silently, without a word, letting the music sift through him, shiver up and down his spine.
After it was done, he stood there silently, without saying a word. The last few notes of the piece still rang in his ear.
"...that was..." said Xander, in a surprisingly serious tone of voice. His expression was somber, his gaze dark.
"It was beautiful."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 11:35 am
He merely ran a hand through his hair, shooting Xander an unphased look. "True as that may be, you are not the one that went and grabbed said pillow. Therefore, it's my pillow right now." Yes he was arguing this. Like a little kid complete with huffy look. Then he snorted. "Maybe that's part of your problem right there...?" Remiel teased, fingers curling and uncurling like he was stretching them.
Remiel just blinked owlishly at Xander's response. "What, you mean the invisible kind?" He asked, voice almost serious. But that glint in his gaze suggested otherwise. The witch eater was never not taunting or mocking the Blackheart when he found the opening. All just part of how their strange 'relationship' seemed to go.
As the music surrounded them both, Remiel was oddly relaxed and seemed to have dropped most of his guard. Though never all of them. In fact he was so completely in his own little world while playing that he didn't even realize Xander was all but draped over the piano. In a way that normally, the blonde would have commented on and probably tried to take advantage of. One eye cracked open and drifted over to stare at the man, that same odd look about him.
"It was..." He frowned, the first small crack in his emotions peeking through. "I....I think it was something....my mother taught me. To play for Sariel when she couldn't sleep." It was so fuzzy and barely there that Remiel was honestly not sure if that was true or not let alone if it was his memory or something he'd witnessed over the years.
And then he was moving away from the piano, face blank as he shut down the doors on memory lane. As much as he wanted to keep playing, it unnerved even him. So he tried to find a distraction, eying the books and reading a few names. Really? Did Xander really read some of this- ohoho what was that? Something glittered at the corner of his eye. And after shifting a few things over, Remiel discovered what it was.
"Ha ha! You terrible man~" He snickered, snatching the bottle hidden back there. He hated the stuff and how it made him feel. But at that moment, Remiel didn't want to feel any of the haunting things from his past. A past from a different Remiel. Which was why he popped the top off the bottle, made a salute to Xander, and upended the bottle, the burn of the bourbon scorching his throat and making little explosions of heat and dancing lights gallop through his veins.
He drank the whole bottle.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 11:55 am
I do not," said Xander indignantly. "have a problem."
He wasn't quite sure why he still had Remiel in his house, especially not after what had happened the last time.
...which had been what exactly, thought Xander to himself, tapping a finger against his chin in a musing manner. Maybe the alcohol was making him a bit fuzzy around the edges, since he could not seem to recall what it was that he had been so vehemently against the last time Remiel had dropped by. He remembered it had been...hot...very hot...and delicious...and...sweaty...
Xander shook his head, trying to clear it. He hadn't had that much alcohol, after all. Pushing his hair away from his face, he watched as the witch eater moved around the room, flitting here and there.
Yes, thought Xander. Witch eater. That's my objection. It's because he's a wi -
"Hey!" he cried, as Remiel pulled out the bottle of amber liquid hidden in his bookshelf, leaping forward with an arm outstretched. "That's my good bot - "
Unfortunately he didn't get their fast enough. Remiel drank the entire bottle.
Xander stared blankly at him. Then he promptly grabbed Remiel by his shirt front.
"That was my good stash, you nitwit, do you know how expensive that is?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:11 pm
Remiel was not even sure what was happening. His head was light and he felt like he was floating. And there were voices talking to him and whispering things. Giggling and teasing and...oh there was another voice. It was kind of familiar. Did he know that voice? His head turned to look all over, trying to find the speaker. The fact that said speaker had grabbed him didn't even register.
"Espensive wut issss?" He drawled slowly, hand moving until it smacked against a solid object. A face, he determined after sliding it around and finding a mouth. "Hellooooo~" He made the mouth move up and down.
Then attempted to move, finding his feet seemed to have a mind of their own. And he fell. Backwards. Still completely clueless Xander had a hold of him. Oh hey! HEY! That was his name, wasn't it?
"Xaaa~nder!" He giggled. And hiccuped. Then giggled some more. And waved up at something on the ceiling.
"Are jooo....Xanderrr's in-visimable friend?" He asked the object on the ceiling.
Which was a fan.
Remiel was so gone. And probably didn't remember his name. Or where he was. Or that there was a handsome man on top of him. "Xaaander yer frand is funny."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:18 pm
Xander decided, at that moment, that he was Not Very Happy. Mostly because he was still trying to figure out what was going on and berate Remiel for drinking his entire bottle of a hundred dollar bourbon, but also because he was suddenly on the ground on top of Remiel and he had no idea how that had happened.
He felt dizzy and disoriented, his hands still clenched in the front of Remiel's shirt. Was that normal? Probably not. Xander could feel his irritation level rising, even as Remiel was giggling in his ear, laughing uproariously at something he had no clue as to what.
The man was completely and totally gone.
"What frand?" said Xander, scowling. He wondered whether or not kissing Remiel again would have any effect.
Probably not. But he did it anyway.
"Give me back my bourbon," he said, growling - as if he could get the alcohol back this way. He could taste the sharp tang of it on his tongue, at least. "That cost me almost a hundred bucks to get, you lousy drunk. You owe me a hundred bucks now."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:42 pm
Xander's friend was hilarious. How could he have such an awesome friend and not share! Remiel was just madly giggling to himself, as if there was a whole conversation going on that Xander was not privy to.
Which was mostly true. Since it was all in Remiel's head.
"The sekrit one youuuu kept hidin'." Remiel informed Xander like he was the idiot. And not the blonde witch eater.
"Also, yer frand says scowling is not nice and you should not do it." He was tapping at Xander's lips as he spoke, wide eyes gazing up at the man before he laughed at something, looking back up at the fan.
Something was pressing against his mouth. Pressing into his mouth. The blonde was confused and didn't respond like he normally would have. What was going on?! Was he supposed to do something back? Wait, whatever it was was talking. And still sounded like Xander.
"Was burbin?" He asked into the other man's mouth, completely having missed the fact he was being kissed. "I dun have that much....do I?"
There was a pause, Remiel seemingly staring at...nothing. And then, "WAIT DON'T RUN!" The idiot was attempting to scramble to his feet and chase....the stars only knew what. Of course having a body on top of him made this complicated. Especially as he seemed to cling to said body.
"It's getting away....!" He pouted at Xander before burying his face against the man's neck.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:50 pm
Xander was really all right with Remiel not kissing him back like he normally would have. In fact, under normal circumstances (what were those, again?) the witch eater would have taken full and total advantage of a drunk Xander and attempted to have his way with him. As it was, he just lay there, and kissing was slightly awkward, but not completely bad.
Xander just wanted his bourbon back. Which looked as though it weren't happening anytime soon, considering that Remiel was attempting to wriggle out from beneath him and get to his feet. The wriggling made Xander feel pleasantly tingly, as did the clinging - but he would never admit that.
Nope. His head felt strangely light. Why was that?
It might have had something to do with the ten or twelve shots of bourbon he'd downed in the past hour, but Xander decided that wasn't the reason at all. Nope. It had nothing to do with that.
...even though he wasn't sure what it did have to do with.
"You," said Xander, in a completely toneless sort of voice, and slid his arms around Remiel's waist as the witch eater buried his face in his neck, his breath hot and smelling strongly of bourbon - so strongly, it was nearly overpowering. "are a very strange man."
Then he started laughing, as if this was, quite possibly, the funniest thing in the entire world and stuck his own face in Remiel's neck, nuzzling him playfully.
Needless to say, Remiel wasn't the only one totally smashed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 1:12 pm
He kept wriggling and shifting and wondering why he wasn't moving. But also why did it feel good? This thought distracted him as he tested it out, slowly rolling his hips into the body on top of him. And more of that pleasant warm and tingly goodness sent a shiver through his body.
This was kind of funny.
Okay it was a lot funny.
So he did it again. And giggled. Then tried it again, but slower and shifted more of his body. A hissed sound escaped against the neck he had been nuzzling. Lips were whispering strange unintelligible words against skin. Skin that held an odd taste to it. Was that how he was supposed to taste? And there was something...else that brushed against his senses. A quiet siren call that he could not figure out what it was.
Not yet anyways.
"Am not! You are." Remiel shot back, shivering again as something brushed against his neck. And who was laughing now? It wasn't him. And wasn't Xander's invisible friend on the ceiling!
His hands slid - somehow - up under Xander's shirt, feeling the smooth skin of his back. He absently rubbed them up and down, mind in it's own little world.
And then quite randomly, he shifted his face, licking a slow trail along Xander's neck until he found the man's lips. And kissed him. That siren call increased, but Remiel shooed it away. For now. Since he was busy doing something. That his mind wasn't sure of what. Except that he liked it. Very much liked it.
"Xanderrrr~" He murmured, eyes shut. "I don't want to chase it. Or move. This is nice. And you're warm. And comfy." And he was totally babbling.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 3:08 pm
Xander was quite certain that Remiel was trying to kill him.
Every time the witch eater moved it sent spirals of tingling pleasure shooting through Xander, though he couldn't quite figure out why that was. He kept his arms where they were, looped around Remiel's waist, and pressed him to the ground in an attempt to stop him from moving.
...that was not really a good idea, as it turned out.
Xander was laughing against Remiel's throat as the witch eater's hips brushed against his, the position they were in now making things closer, warmer, and Xander returned the movements with ones of his own, settling his body comfortably on top of Remiel's. The blonde's hands were under his shirt, on his back, and for some reason that felt really nice and Xander really didn't make a move to get away.
Remiel's lips were on his neck - and then his tongue - and Xander's entire body shivered, his eyes fluttering. He debated moving away before things got too much, but then Remiel was kissing him and Xander quite forgot what he was doing. He kissed him back, smiling into his lips and feeling very nice indeed.
"Then don't move," he muttered, and rolled them both over so that Remiel was on top now, Xander's hands on either side of the man's face as he kissed him again, deeply and fervently, and slightly sloppily. His hands slid down the warm skin of the witch eater's back and sides until they rested against his hips, Xander's fingers curling into the belt loops to pull him closer and keep him there.
"Just...stay here and let's..."
He forgot what he was saying. Kissing felt so nice, after all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:17 pm
Wriggle wriggle.
Then a giggle.
He felt something encircling his waist. But as hard as he tried, Remiel could not figure out what it was. Maybe it was his pants. He was wearing pants, right? A shift here and a wriggle there. Yep. His pants were still on. So then...what the hell had his waist?
Not that his four year old mind was able to stick with any single thought for more than two seconds. Especially with his hips pressing firmly against another set of hips. And all those warm sensations spiraling throughout his body.
Speaking of 'body'....there was a body on top of his. A laughing body. Laughing into his neck. Which tickled and made the witch eater squirm more. Then laugh.
Xander smelled really nice. And tasted just as good. Which was hilarious for some reason Remiel could not figure out. Nor why he was laughing against the other man's mouth. Just that he was. And his hands were sliding up along Xander's spine, fingers tracing slowly over each ridge...
Until the world shifted and Remiel blinked around confused. It wasn't like he could have told you which way was up or down. Let alone if he was on top or bottom! Not that this mattered since Xander was giving him quite the sweet treat indeed. Remiel made a noise in his throat that might have been a growl or a purr....or another laugh. No telling at this point.
"Then I ain't...moving..." He mumbled when he could speak. His hands had a mind of their own - or actually had a mind more likely - as they carefully lifted the shirt that was in the way, exposing smooth skin. Which he placed light nibbles against.
He barely managed to hiss out a, "Yessss...heehee~", before the blonde quit trying to speak or make sense of anything and just let things happen.
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