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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:45 pm
It was probably much to Makai Academy's dismay that in too soon of a time, once again, a certain witch eater was lurking the grounds. He'd had way too much fun exploring the last time he'd come, not to mention one particular and lovely woman could be found here. And yes, he may have had plans of paying Miusa a surprise visit. In fact, he was slowly making his way back towards her classroom. With a side trip here and there as something of interest caught his eye. Or he felt like stalking a group of students, listening to their gossip. Ah, it was so wonderful how much one could learn from the blabbering mouths of the young!
Remiel mostly retraced his steps, though, and had to admit he was curious about what classes were like. He just seemed to have the unfortunate bad luck (though probably extremely good luck on the part of the students and professors) of not catching one in session he could slip into.
When he did finally arrive at Miusa's classroom, he was disappointed to find it completely empty. He huffed out a breath of air, crossing his arms and debating on waiting for her or not. Movement from a passing student drew his eye and he hailed them to stop for a moment. "S'cuse me, dear. Terribly sorry to stop you, but do you know were Professor Miusa is?" He asked politely, putting on a little charm. And of course, it was a lovely young female.
"I believe her classes are done for the day, sir." The girl replied, a little shyly.
Remiel sighed, giving her a smile. "Thank you, dear. That's all." He turned his gaze away, allowing the girl to wander off again. Damn. Now what did he do? He glanced around the empty room, then back out at the hall. Tapping his fingers against his arm, he suddenly remembered that one room. The one that had caught his eye before. What had the girl said the professor's name was? Something stupidly simple. 'W' or 'S'? Whatever. The witch eater prowled towards the other classroom, peering curiously inside this one. Which was also empty.
"This sucks." He muttered, about to give up on this when he noticed another door partially cracked open. Insert curious feline mode here. Remiel all but bounced over to the door, slipping into the room. Then just stared. It was small. Much smaller than he preferred. With windows along the walls and a desk. A very tidy and clean desk. His nose wrinkled. Too clean- ohey what was that? There were papers set in a neat stack. And notebooks in a similar fashion. He glanced at a few. Was this what students did in class? Or maybe there were secret things written in these journals?
Remiel plopped right down on the desk itself, flicking through the papers casually. Boring. Boring. Kind of interesting. More boring. Oh hey this one was neat! He apparently also had no respect for the neat and tidy either.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:03 pm
Xander Demetri was probably in one of the most boring lectures there ever was.
He had already resigned himself into going to the staff meeting in the first place - Miusa would have had his head otherwise, and as much as he had tried to weasel out of it, keeping up appearances was essential.
So he found himself stuck.
Perhaps it wasn't all bad, Xander thought boredly to himself as he twisted a pen around in his gloved fingers, his head resting against his other hand. It was a good opportunity to observe the other teachers, after all - perhaps he could gain some insight as to how their minds worked. It would do well to have that sort of information for future reference.
When the meeting ended - thankfully it had last only an hour - Xander collected his things and slipped from the conference room, having absolutely zero desire to spend the next few moments engaged in some sort of mundane conversation with the rest of the staff. Instead he made his way down the hallways of Makai Academy, back to his own classroom and the office that lay within it. He didn't have any more classes that day, but he still had some things to collect before heading back home; some papers, and, of course, Hyde, who was currently sleeping in one of Xander's desk drawers.
When he arrived back at the classroom, it was thankfully empty - no lingering students hoping to have a talk, or wanting to discuss a paper, and Xander crossed the room towards the office on the other side -
- and stopped abruptly when he realized that the door was already open.
Did I forget to lock my office? he thought, frowning, his fingers already summoning a bit of black shadow, nestled in the palm of his gloved hand. He stepped quietly towards the office, barely making a sound as he moved into view.
Long blonde hair.
There was a sharp thwack. Xander had thrown his briefcase across the room and smacked the intruder upside the back of his head with it.
"Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my office?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:25 pm
He was quite enjoying reading through his current choice of journal (really just a notebook but he liked the term 'journal' better). The papers had been mostly boring, but the words scribbled over these pages were quite amusing. And he still couldn't remember what this particular professor's name was supposed to be. Nor had he found anything that answered this among the papers he read through. Which were now scattered along the floor.
Remiel probably should have heard or felt the presence of another approaching. But he was distracted with his snooping. So he did not hear the whisper of soft footfalls. Notice that the air changed slightly as another appeared. Nope he didn't notice a thing until something heavy struck the back of his head.
There was a squawk and a flailing of limbs as he tried to remain sitting on the desk. And tumbled onto the chair instead, which rolled over some of the papers on the floor. And then he heard a voice. A rather nice voice, in his opinion. As sweet as Miusa's and Sariel's were in their feminine ways.
So instead of hissing at the man, Remiel went with his usual response. "Owwwwww! What was that for? You're so mean." He whined, twisting around to stare at the man. "Oh~ Does that mean you are Professor Z?" He paused and tilted his head. "Or was it S?" He couldn't recall, obviously. "To answer your charming question...I was merely reading." This was said with an innocent expression. Complete with a slow once over. Nice. Very nice indeed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:37 pm
The young man standing in front of him - or rather, sitting sprawled in Xander's chair - seemed vaguely familiar to him, though he couldn't quite figure out why. Dressed in a outfit that was far too scantily clad for any male his age, he had pale eyes and a lithe, lean body, a very drawling voice escaping his throat when he spoke.
Xander gave him a disdainful look and leaned against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest. He did not appreciate having his office invaded, especially by someone who clearly held no regard for his organization.
"My name," said Xander. "Is Professor X, you nitwit."
This was followed by the complete upturning of the chair the man was on, flipping it upside down with its inhabitant still in it. But Xander was still standing where he was, his eyes tracing the lines of the room, as though trying to figure out what exactly had been disturbed. He unfolded his arms and stepped across the room - and may or may not have accidentally-on-purpose stepped in the intruder in the process.
Xander ran his fingers over the desktop, then turned a lethal eyed glare down to the figure on the floor.
"You didn't answer my other question. Who the hell are you?"
If he had noticed the blatant once-over, he was ignoring it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 2:05 pm
It would have been a lie to say Remiel was not enjoying just gazing at the other man. Really, he had a nice body and that dark hair was alluring in it's own way. But what really drew his attention and made this man interesting were his eyes. One green and one red. Mismatched just as his and Sariel's were. He followed the small movements the other made with more intent then he needed to use.
"Right! X. That was it." He said cheerfully. See? Something stupidly simple. "What does the X stand for anyways?" He asked, tilting his head much like a puppy.
And then found himself getting to know the floor in a personal matter as the chair was flipped. Now this was interesting. X hadn't even moved! Shadows. His mind immediately whispered. Hmmm...that was fitting actually. A dark and mouthwatering man in equally dark and mouthwatering clothes was skilled in the art of shadows. He was growing to like this X more and more. And also had this strange sense of deja vu that perhaps he'd met the man before? It was always possible, but faces blurred over a time when you were as old as he.
Remiel lifted his head to peek up at X, a small 'huff' of breath exiting when the man stepped on him. Ohohoho, so he was the rough sort, was he? The witch eater grinned that cheshire grin. Always dangerous when appearing on his face. He twisted enough so he could be sprawled on his back, arms folded under his head while he stared up at X. Mmmm a nice view.
"My, aren't you just so enchanting!" He purred, not at all intimidated by the death glare. "As lovely as a black rose." Thus, X gained a nickname. "Hmmm....I will be whoever you want me to be~" He added, once again not answering. Clearly, he was playing with the Professor.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 2:12 pm
"It stands for something you'll never know," said Xander airily, picking up a stack of papers and flipping through them. His eyes scanned over the rest of the desk, as if taking inventory, wanting to make sure everything was in its proper place.
Which it wasn't, since an insect had gotten in.
Pushing his hair back away from his face, Xander lifted his hands, twisting the long strands back into a knot at the base of his neck. Sometimes having his hair at such a length was irritating, and they got into his face more often than not, but it was a part of him, just as his dual colored eyes were.
He glanced down at the insect, a shudder rippling through him. That tone of voice...it was somewhat unnerving.
Hyde?
There was a low hiss in response from the drawer down to the side of his left leg. Xander knelt slowly, pulling it open, and something green and scaley slid from the darkness inside, curling up around his master's leg. Xander himself straightened, pushed himself back so that he was sitting on his desk, and crossed one leg over the other, leaning back. Hyde slithered up around his shoulders, hissing quietly.
"You look familiar. Tell me your name before I decide to rip it bodily from your throat."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 2:43 pm
A game then. He'd figure the name out, one way or another. It was a new goal of his. Which meant he'd probably just go ask Miusa what 'X' stood for. Speaking of, the man himself seemed to be searching around. Probably for all those boring papers. Currently laying along the floor. And under the chair. Probably under him as well.
His eyes hooded over slightly, watching as the face framed by that dark hair was revealed. Clearly not as angelic as Sariel's, but rather nice for a male. And those clothes! They were just taunting him and calling to him. He wanted to rip them away from X's body. Slowly. Revealing the skin beneath the fabric. Feeling soft flesh beneath his fingers...
Remiel lazily turned his head towards the drawer that 'hissed'. Interesting. What ever did X have in there? Of course when the man himself knelt down, Remiel felt his fingers twitch. He could very easily have moved and knocked him all the way to the ground, pinning that fine body beneath his own. It was quite tempting. Enough so that he swallowed a groan and went back to just lazily staring up at the man. And his snake. His. Snake.
He moved swiftly, going from laying casually on the floor to a hand on either side of the professor where he sat. His speed probably belayed that he was just an 'ordinary young one', but it wasn't like he'd been trying to hide that fact. And yes, he was probably going to get hit again. But that only made this much more exciting!
"Only if I can play with your snake in return~" He purred yet again. As to which 'snake' he was referring to...that was open to debate.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 2:51 pm
He'd (stupidly) let his guard down. Within seconds the man had leaped to his feet, arms on either side of him, essentially pinning him where he sat on the desk. Xander made no move to shift away, but he could feel his hackles rising, his shoulders tensing automatically.
What the hell is wrong with this guy?
Something was off, however - something was different about him. The speed and the hunger in his eyes were obviously not from someone who had little to no experience in life - there was something distinctly...older in his gaze. But he could not figure out why.
Xander did not like not knowing things.
He leaned back against the window, away from the insect invading his space, and kept his arms folded across his chest, absently shaking his leg.
"Touch my snake and your hand will be ripped off and fed to you," Xander said, completely casually, as though he were talking about something as mundane and ordinary as the weather and had not just made a promise of tearing off random body parts. Hyde gave a low, warning hiss, lifting his head and eyeing the newcomer with a guarded look, curling protectively around his master's shoulders.
Xander's gaze flickered up towards the figure leaning over him.
"Here's a different question then - what are you?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 3:16 pm
Remiel was enjoying this waaaay too much. Being closer, he could feel the power lightly radiating off this man. He was probably suppressing most of it, but that light brush against his skin was pleasant and appealing. This 'X' probably tasted just as good as he looked. And the faint tense in muscles made his gaze turn wicked.
Oh yes. He liked this one. X had a lot of potential to be fun! Probably exceptionally difficult to twist in ways that could benefit himself and Sariel. But that was alright. There was plenty of time to toy with the man. Tease him. Annoy him. Taste him. Remiel was determined to accomplish the last. Slowly and seductively preferably, but he was not picky.
And that nagging sense of having met X before still tugged at his mind. But Miusa, as far as he knew, was the only other cursed being like the twins. So that begged the question...what was this ones story?
Someone not Remiel would probably have been disturbed by the casual way X made his threat. But Remiel was not someone else. He chuckled, low and playful, leaning in a little more when X leaned back. "So poetic." He murmured, sly grin forming as he moved one hand to lightly drag a finger along the other man's thigh. "Guess that means you enjoy foreplay, hmm?" Laughing, he barely spared the snake a flicker of his eyes.
Something shifted for a moment in his gaze. Something dark and hungry. "What am I?" Remiel laughed, meeting X's own mismatched eyes. "Such a fine question to ask! Allow me to..." there was a subtle shimmer that raced along his spine, the glamour falling (not that it was noticeable at first, since about the only thing being hidden were his wings). "Show you~" Before he got his face bitten off by either man or snake, Remiel leaned in uncomfortably close and kissed the man. Oh, if he was going to die, this would be a fine way to go! And should the poor professor's mind not completely go crazy, it might register the small 'drain' on his power.
A witch eater feeding. Or taking a small 'taste', as Remiel would put it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 3:31 pm
Xander was not pleased with the look in the other man's eyes. For one thing, they were unnerving - everything about him screamed power and intensity, but there was something distinctly wrong about it. Xander himself knew how powerful he himself was, but not knowing who the hell this person was made him irritated.
And the fact that he kept leaning in closer made him even more irritated. By now the look on Xander's face was thunderous, at best, though he reigned in his anger well.
"I'm not poetic," he said, flinching ever so slightly when he felt the finger on his leg. It took every ounce of self control to not jerk away, but to do so would be the same as admitting failure, and that was the last thing Xander was about to do - not with this insect.
And then there was that hunger again. He could almost taste it, as tangible as the shifting of magic that he could feel in the air.
"What the hel - " he started to say, but the words were lost, swallowed up in the completely unprecedented kiss suddenly pressed against his lips. A small, sharp intake of breath rose in Xander's throat, anger rising hot in his head.
I know what you're doing.
His hand lifted, fingers curling in the long, blonde hair that fell over the man's shoulder. Teeth snapping, he bit down hard on the lower lip of the intruder, with a fierce enough bite to draw blood - a bite of fury, not of passion. Yanking the man away from him by his hair, Xander threw him sideways, sliding off the desk and slamming his face down into the desk. He held him there, his gaze filled with rage, magic pouring off of him.
Hyde gave a sharp hiss.
"You think you can get that from me?" said Xander loftily. He leaned closer, his fingers digging into the back of the man's head. "You think you can just waltz in her and take something away from me so easily?"
With a sharp jerk, he drew the man back up and threw him again, this time against the half open door of the room.
"Who," said Xander, in a thunderous voice. "the hell are you, witch eater?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 4:06 pm
Well, that was one thing he could cross of his mental list of 'things he wanted to do to this man'. And oh how sweet he tasted! The growing anger that was practically sizzling in the air only made it that much better. A shudder raced along Remiel's back, wings fluttering slightly. Powerful. He was powerful.
And it tastes familiar. I've met him before.
He unfortunately didn't really get the chance to follow up on that, as fingers curled into his hair and teeth pierced his lip. And of course, the witch eater enjoyed the pain. Not so much the yanking of his hair as X ripped him away from those tasty lips - which probably had blood dripping down them as well. Remiel managed to keep his footing long enough to have his face, for a second time, get acquainted with something inanimate. It was smashed against the desk, fingers digging into his head. The pain from it all only registered dully.
And what did Remiel do? He laughed, one eye flicking up to meet those gloriously rage filled ones. His skin tingled, gooseflesh raising at the feel of power coming off the man.
Remiel still chuckled, if anything being more turned on by the menace in the mans voice verses being a scared weakling. "You did ask, my black rose." He managed to get out, the tasted of his own blood filling his mouth.
Then he was sailing and crashing against the door, slamming it shut. Oh joy! Now they were stuck in this confined space together. How romantic, right? The witch eater brushed a few strands of hair from his face, sliding down the door into a crouch. His eyes were devilish and dangerous. He didn't answer right away, slowly licking the blood from his lower lip. It was almost like some piece of a puzzle snapped into place as he did so.
"Xander~" He purred. "I always did like that name." A dark chuckle filled with equally dark amusement. "Don't tell me you already forgot my name? Such a pity. Allow me to remind you." Remiel grinned, straightening up slowly and dusting casually at his pants. "I am your dear friend, Remiel." Now that he thought about it...hadn't the last time he'd seen the man gone in a similar fashion? Minus the kiss. That had been a lucky snatch for sure!
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 4:16 pm
Wiping blood from his lips, Xander took a few steps back and inhaled sharply. He could still feel the b*****d's mouth on his, feel the drain of power that had seeped from his veins and a hot, pulsing anger threaded its way through him, thick and strong.
"Don't call me 'black rose', Remiel."
He remembered this man - remembered the way he looked, the power that seeped off of him in waves. A witch eater from long ago, so long that Xander had completely forgotten about it.
But now he remembered. And it pissed him off.
This man...I never did like him, did I?
And that...leering. The kiss.
It unnerved him.
Xander strode across the room, grabbing Remiel by his shirtfront and slamming him back into the door once more, cracking his head against the wood. He probably should have cared more that he was basically destroying his entire office, but at the moment it was the least of his worries.
"Why did you come back, insect?" Xander hissed, his fingers pressing against Remiel's throat.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:20 pm
He just smiled that devilish smile, licking his lips slowly again. There was warm liquid flowing down the side of his face now, most likely blood from a head wound. But Remiel barely paid any mind to it. His greatest and worst ability at the same time. He could ignore damage inflicted to his body easily, but at the same time, his mind didn't register just how bad an injury might be.
"But it's just the most perfect and fitting of names for you." His tone was light and playful with a hint of underlying darkness...and lust.
"Not to mention you taste just as lovely as a rose itself smells." Remiel added with a small shrug.
Obvious amusement filled those mismatched eyes seeing that Xander did indeed remember him. How lucky he was! Meeting two old 'friends' in about the same amount of days! Fantastic. Which also provided an interesting question.
Xander, my dear black rose. What secrets are you hiding?
Once again, Xander was roughly manhandling him. Of course, Remiel enjoyed it more than he should have. Though he could stand a little less head cracking against doors. And yet, the witch eater had yet to do anything other than let Xander continue to smash his head into things. His gaze hooded over at his question, features blanking for a brief few seconds.
And then he grinned. An annoyingly sweet almost childish thing. "Would it make your spine tingle if I said I came back for you?" He teased before a slightly strange look appeared. "But, since you ask so nicely....the answer is simple. Boredom and loneliness." Probably the first truthful things he'd actually said. Well, aside from Xander tasting good. That unfortunately for the man, was true.
"Now a question for you, Xander." Remiel's eyes flared with mischief and something...other. Something like the creature he was leering out as a hand weaseled it's way to curl fingers below the top portion of Xander's pants. He pulled the man firmly to him, eyes narrowing. "What might you be hiding from those of Makai? It is very rare I meet someone who is...older than they appear." Remiel asked, voice lowering almost to a low whisper. "What secret are you keeping from your fellows?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:41 pm
He'd made him bleed - a fact that made Xander very satisfied indeed. There was little pleasure in most of his everyday life, but when it came down to defending himself and - like he'd told Althaia - his offensive magic was what he enjoyed using the most.
Black tendrils of shadows curled out from Xander's palms, ready and waiting. He didn't use them yet, however, instead giving the blonde man a sneering look.
"Sorry, but that's the only taste of me that you'll ever get," he hissed, tilting his head up, away from Remiel's face. He had not seen this one in years - more than fifty, if he was counting correctly, but he remembered that look in his eyes - the complete lack of regard for anyone else but himself, the idea that he could just take what he wanted.
Do you remember how our last meeting ended? Xander thought, his fingers pressing more tightly around Remiel's throat. I wonder...
It was a bit hazy in his head, his own thoughts twisting around and around. The nickname was both new and unwanted - it was bad enough that Remiel was back, even worse that he seemed to regard Xander as some sort of plaything, his own personal toy.
He glowered at the man.
"No," he answered bluntly. "Like anything you say would ever make me tingle, you f***ing brat - "
He could feel Remiel's hand along the waistband of his pants, and all of a sudden he was jerked forward, Xander's body pressed firmly against that of Remiel's. He gave a feral snarl - a warning, and behind them somewhere Hyde hissed angrily.
But he didn't move - not yet.
"If I had any secrets," Xander whispered, deliberately and slowly pressing closer. He lowered a hand, skimming it along Remiel's hip lightly, then forcefully pushed himself even closer, to the point where there was no space between them anymore. His mouth was so close to Remiel's, close enough that he could feel the other's breath. A smile stretched across Xander's face, lashes lowering to half shut eyes.
"Why the hell would I tell you, you b*****d?"
His knee lifted, slamming into the other's stomach. There was a loud, deafening crack as the door behind Remiel snapped in two, splinters and shards of wood flying, along with Remiel himself.
Xander straightened, pushing his hair back away from his face and smoothing down his slightly wrinkled shirt.
"Go back to hell."
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 7:51 pm
"Such a shame~" Remiel sighed almost dreamily. "Such a spicy kisser too." His eyes watched the shadowy tendrils that danced around Xander's hand. Ah, he had been right before. A master of shadows.
Shadow master verses puppet master.
Ah, if only Sariel had been there too. Things might have been even better! Remiel would make sure to tell her all about this man. A man he'd met many years ago, though the blonde was not sure exactly how many. Years, they blended together almost as badly as faces did. Definitely not as long as the last time he'd seen Miusa. No, his black rose was a young one. Or younger at the very least.
Remiel simply smiled in return to the glower he received. And then laugh lightly. "Such a mouth on you. No wonder you're kisses are spicy." Why yes, his eyes did fall to look at said mouth. A look that he'd given many before in his time. Very few (as in only two others) ever really saw real emotions on his face. Saw beyond the perverted or dangerous front. Sadly, Xander was not to be one of them. In fact, Remiel wouldn't mind the challenge of making the man one of their pawns. Yes. He did so love a challenge!
That and just liked to be a b*****d at times.
Like right now.
He snapped his teeth playfully at Xander's snarl....and hissing snake. The terrible pervert in him would never get over that one! Of course he was slightly distracted by two things. The first was the fact Xander did not pull away - or shove his head into the door again. And the second was that he moved closer. Much much closer. Yes he very much enjoyed the feel of the others body pressed almost painfully against his own. Though it would be so much better had it been Sariel's petite frame. Alas, he'd just have to take Xander as a substitute for now.
"Careful~" Remiel whispered, leaning forward enough that the single word was brushed against Xander's lips. His eyes, though, were feral slits as they met those half lidded eyes staring back.
His brain figured something was going to happen. Something that was not what he would have liked. That was about all the preparation he had for the knee that slammed into his stomach, the air being forced from his lungs in a hiss. He felt pieces of the door stick into his back as he crashed into several of the desks, rolling over backwards and flaring his wings until he skidded to a halt.
There was also a strange ripping sound buried among all the loud crashes as well.
"Only if it's a date and you don't skip out on paying for the meal!" Remiel giggled, blonde hair falling about him and hiding most of his face. Except for his pale green eye, which almost seemed to glow. And a piece of dark fabric clutched in his hand, a stark contrast to his pale hair. The same hand that had been curled in a certain pissed off Professor's pants.
"By the way, that look is so much better for you~"
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