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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 6:10 pm
Once again Keelah found himself at his favourite pub. Admittedly ninety-nine percent of his free time was spent in the clubs and bars that littered Moonfall, however every once in a while he liked to spend a quieter night in Clarus Arbor. He had been here ever night since him and Xander had there little.... moment in the classroom, waiting for his handsome professor to come to his aid - even though Keelah had no doubt in the sincerity of his promise he did wish the black haired man would hurry the ******** up.
Today he was wearing quite a modest outfit, his long blue hair free to curl over his shoulders and rest where it please. It might not have been a typical costume for the confident young man, however he felt like it fit the setting better. The fact he was a boy in a dress got him plenty of odd looks as it was, he did not want to add fuel to the fire by wandering around in platform shoes and a mini-dress.
The hour was late and darkness had began to eat away at the sunset and the stars where just coming into view. Yet, the night was still young in Keelah's books - even if his contact did not show up he had a hearty night of drinking ahead. He had not talked someone into bed with him since Shaden; the cat-girl seemed to have subdued his urges for now... yet that did not stop him from shopping around, incase said desires creep back.
The student brought a bourbon back to the table in which he had occupied for the past couple of nights, closing his eyes to listen to the folk band playing in the corner. Sometimes this place made you feel like you were back in time, when the world was a much simpler place. That was its charm and why Keelah felt so relaxed here. He brought his glass to his lips, the cold ice making him shiver ever so slightly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 3:17 pm
Xander Demetri only had one thought in his mind:
Why the hell was he doing this.
As he made his way to Claus Arbor, a heavy feeling of dread in irritation had settled in the pit of his stomach, his usual scowl creasing his face. He could not very well just stand up the little brat - not if he wanted to keep his job (which he did), and so there was only one thing left to do - namely the exact last thing he wanted.
At least he had sort of made an attempt at dressing up; a pair of sleek black slacks, a deep, scarlet silk shirt, and a black tie. His hair was loose, and falling over his back and shoulders, nearly down to his waist, and Xander was wearing a black rope necklace looped twice around his neck with a black cross dangling from it.
He stood outside of the pub and felt his soul die a little inside.
With a grunt, Xander pushed open the door, his shoes making clicking sounds on the hardwood floor. It was easy to find Keelah - dressed in what was apparently his usual attire (though Xander had to grudgingly admit that it was better than the damn sailor suit), and Xander first made his way to the bar, where he grabbed his own glass of bourbon before stepping over to the table where Keelah was waiting.
"Well, I'm here," he said, sliding into the seat across from him and crossing one leg over the other. "Which just leaves the question as to why."
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 3:39 pm
Then just when he was about to give up hope the door opened and prince charming came forth, Keelah smiled widely, blue eyes running up and down his teacher hungrily. A small part of him thought he was dreaming, he really came? "Why hello Professor, fancy seeing you here. I knew you could not stay away... but I did not expect you to dress up, how sweet." The teenager jumped onto his feet, standing infront of Xander with twitchy fingers. Oh, how he loved ties. He could not control the urge to run it between his slender digits. They were still stiff, still hard to move but the silk materiel felt good none the less. There was something so intimate about playing with anothers clothing, at least he thought so.
"Why indeed." He nodded before turning around to sit back at the table, sliding up the seat so Xander could take a place next to him. "I just have a couple of simple questions really, ones that needed to be talked about in private - and bugger me if I had to pull a stunt like that to spend a little more alone time with you." He winked somewhat playfully, resting his palm against his chin casually as long strands of hair fell to touch the wooden surface in which his drink rested. "I am looking for someone you see, or at least information on a certain someone. I hate mixing business with pleasure so lets get this one question out the way and then we can have some real fun." As Xander might have noted, Keelah was always straight to the point - and would not hide his intentions or hold back what he wanted. No, he was clear and straight forward if nothing else, even if he was requesting desires that most would be too shy to put forth.
Like sleeping with his teacher for instance.
He took a small drink from his glass before carrying on. "Have you ever come across someone named Vrys Se'lai? He has blue eyes and dark hair, if he is still alive he would be in his early forties but he could have died anytime in the last ten years... or he could be alive. That is what I am trying to find out. He was a Cerberus Knight, who according to his fellows died protecting some duchess around a decade ago... however I know better. " He finished, looking back over at the older man, keen to hear what he had to say.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:10 pm
Why was this boy suddenly touching him, Xander wondered wearily, as Keelah leapt to his feet, standing way too close for comfort. He was fiddling with his tie, stroking his fingers up and down the silk fabric, and Xander reached out, extracting his clothing from Keelah's grasp.
"I didn't dress up for you," he grumbled, and sat down, feeling much too close and much too exposed out here in the open. It was not as if anyone was actually paying attention to the two of them - the pub was crowded and full of laughter, clanking of cups, drinking, and flirting, after all. There was one man who had his face against the very large chest of a woman at the bar as she giggled and took another sip of her beer, and another couple in the corner who were getting a bit too comfortable with each other in a public place. A young man and an older man sitting together was tame by comparison.
Xander sighed.
"Fine," he said, and downed his glass of bourbon, signaling for another one. Somehow he thought he would probably need more than one if he was going to get through this night with his sanity intact.
Keelah's question, however, surprised him. It was not what he had expected in the slightest, and for a few moments Xander just sat there in silence, absently swirling the amber liquid around in his glass as he scrutinized the young man beside him.
Vrys Se'lai. It was a familiar name, and then it was not. The description of him made Xander frown, his brows drawing together. It could fit several people in his mind, perhaps, and Xander lifted a hand, idly tugging his tie and twisting it around his fingers.
"...I don't recall," he said finally, in a surprisingly serious tone of voice despite the overwhelmingly annoying situation he was in. "I have not...run across anyone by that name, I do not believe. It's...well, I believe I've heard it before, but never from personal experience."
His gaze cut sideways, focusing on Keelah.
"Why do you ask?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:07 pm
Keelah expected to hear those words, however that did not mean they were welcome. He was getting nowhere with his investigation, every dead end was like another kick in the teeth and he was quickly running out of molars. Though he did not let his face show his disappointment, why be sad when he was in the company of such a handsome man?
Keelah was the kind of person who did not let on more than they needed to, and Xander asked him a question he as not ready to answer - not by a long shot. "I am looking for him. That's all." He stated, totally diverting the question before taking another long drink, finishing off the glass he was on. He then turned his attention back towards the professor, scooting over to sit a little closer to him.
He was still trying to size up the black haired man, trying to change his game-plan to match his wants and desires. He would crack him, he promised himself that he would. It was just all a matter of time....
.... screw time, he was never a patient person anyway.
Keelah leaned over and placed his hand on Xander's leg, long stands of hair falling over his shoulders as big cyan eyes looked up at the taller man, almost innocently. "As I said, now the serious business is out the way we can get to playing." His voice had a melodic tone to it, the fact that Xander mistook him for a girl so still so amusing to him - so he was laying on the feminine charm thick.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:27 pm
There was no good or believable answer as to why one particular witch eater had wondered into a bar. He disliked drinking - though that memorable occasion with the bourbon still taunted his mind - and there was really no one here that he needed to...persuade to their cause. In fact, the best answer to give was that Remiel had been utterly bored and just happened to be in the right place at the right time.
Or was it the wrong place at the right time?
Whatever. The blonde haired man had been, for once, not stalking anyone in particular when a very familiar scent drifted faintly to him. It had made him pause in confusion, putting the witch eater on mild alert while he glanced around. And then he'd spotted him. First surprise and delight spread along his features. Followed closely by that dangerous feline mischief.
"Well well well..." He mused softly to himself, grin turning terrible.
It wasn't like he had anything else to do this fine evening. His initial prey from earlier had evaded him and Remiel felt like letting the stupid pawn get away with it. There was always another day to deal with that.
Thus, Remiel found himself within a crowded bar full of many things that caught his eye. Which was probably why it took him so long to actually locate Xander. What? There were a lot of distracting things. But when he did catch sight of Xander, or more specifically Xander's companion? Oh his smile was just plain evil. He quietly excused himself from the two tasty morsels that he'd been amusing himself with, brushing his waist length blonde hair over his shoulder and casually weaving through the crowds towards a certain table. He took a moment to assess the young...boy. Yes, boy. Interesting. And he had his hand on Xander's leg. Remiel could all but taste the lustful intentions on that young ones mind! Fantastic!
"What have I found myself here, hmmm?" He drawled in a lazy tone, suddenly draping himself over the back of Xander's chair and idly toying with a strand of the man's hair. "I see you've found a delicious play thing, my dear black rose." Remiel said, voice dropping an octave as he eyed the young one.
"Very nice~" And that gorgeous hair! It was enough to rival his and Sariel's.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:38 pm
He did not know why Keelah was looking for a Cerberus Knight, but Xander was now more interested than he cared to be. Not in Keelah, but in the missing man, and mentally he made a note to look him up and see if he could discover anything about him. He could have said it was for Keelah's sake, but that would have been an outright lie.
Xander Demetri just didn't like not knowing things.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice when Keelah moved closer - he did, however, notice the hand on his leg, which made him start a little, jerking him unpleasantly out of his thoughts.
Slowly he turned his head, his gaze so black it was hard to tell exactly what color his eyes might have been. His arms folded across his chest, Xander's scowl was heavy.
"What the hell do you think you're - "
"What have I found myself here, hmmm?"
Everything screeched to a very, very terrible halt.
"Please, no," said Xander with a groan, though the words were hardly out of his mouth before he felt someone drape over him from behind, familiar hands sliding through his hair and a distinctly familiar voice in his ear.
It was like hell itself had just decided to appear and take him as its prisoner. Xander wondered if this situation could possibly get any worse than it already was.
Then he decided that yes, it could, and hated everything.
"What," said Xander, in a very carefully controlled voice. "the f*** are you even doing here, Remiel?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:53 pm
Admittedly, he was half expecting his professor to punch him in the face. However Keelah was determined.... and could duck fast when he was ready for a hit. In truth, he liked the element of danger that Xander radiated, it excited him.
He could not have guessed in one-million years what happened next. The blonde that joined them was a man that Keelah had never met before, however he could tell from the moment their eyes met that the two where going to get along like a house on fire. "Professor, you did not tell me you were bringing a friend." He rolled his eyes playfully, his hand slowly sliding down his leg before falling off of his knee. He has such well shaped legs, like the torso and shoulders he got a glimpse of in the classroom.
Keelah than stood up and tilted his head at the new arrival, getting a better look at him. "Its a pleasure to meet you - Remiel. I am Keelah, one of X's student's." His hand was curled and resting on his own chest, he was not the handshake kind of guy, but he would not turn down a kiss or two. He hoped X's friends were friendlier than him, maybe he could learn how to make the black haired man crack a smile. Well this guy did not have a letter for a name, that was a good start - he would make sure to observe the relationship, learn from it.
He looked down at Xander and rested a hand on his shoulder. "If I remember right you owe me a drink sweetling, why don't you get your friend one whilst you are at it?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 6:14 pm
His lips just curled up into an even worse smile hearing the groaned words. Remiel just chuckled, continuing to play with Xander's hair and eye the boy. His mismatched eyes (one pale green the other blue) stared at the blue haired boy, eyes flickering down to watch as he dragged a hand down Xander's leg. Oh he liked this one. Very much liked.
"I was boooored!" Remiel sighed, letting his breath whisper along the back of Xander's ear. "And in the area already." He added. "Why, did you miss me that much?" The fingers playing with his hair made sure to brush along the man's neck before Remiel was straightening to get a better look at the boy.
He was lean, almost willowy in Remiel's mind. But there was just an air about him that made even the old witch eater feel warm tingles in his stomach. Those mismatched eyes slid slowly down his body, an eyebrow quirking up at his choice in clothing.
"I somehow feel cheated." He glanced down at Xander, whose chair he was leaning against. "I didn't know you liked things to get this kinky. Maybe I should file this away for later usage?" That dangerous curl appeared along his lips.
"Why it is my pleasure to meet you, young Keelah!" Remiel stepped far enough away from the chair - and Xander - to give the boy an elegant bow, his blonde hair cascading down his back to hang to the side. As he stood, he flipped it back over his shoulder, making sure it smacked Xander while he was at it. Then something else Keelah said clicked and Remiel turned a viciously amused look to Xander. "Oh ho! You're one of his students, are you?" A chuckle. "This just got so much more amusing~"
Within the span of minutes, this boy had earned 50 points in his book already. Remiel was practically glowing with how amused he was. And it only made the devilish side of him that much worse. He turned and gave Xander the sweetest look he could. "Yes...sweetling. Why don't you grab me a drink too! You know what I like~" He winked before turning back to Keelah.
"Now you have just got to explain this choice in outfit to me! I am fascinated by it. And you." The last was purred as he pulled a chair up for himself - annoyingly close to Xander's of course - and sat down gracefully.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 6:24 pm
Xander wondered, briefly, if there would be any sense in standing up, stabbing Remiel with one of the swords he had tucked away, and then stalking out of the pub.
Probably not.
He could feel Keelah's hand as it slid down his leg - purposefully slow - and it took every ounce of Xander's self control to not grab the brat by his hair and drag him outside to throw him in a ditch somewhere.
"This is not," he said flatly. "a friend. Or anything else, for that matter. What he is is an annoyance."
Especially since Remiel was leaning over him and breathing into his ear and touching his neck - all deliberately, obnoxiously, annoyingly on purpose.
Xander went back to hating everything.
"If I missed you, I would have come and found you," he said darkly. "Since I haven't, maybe you should just take a damn hint and go very far away."
Unlikely. Nearly as unlikely as getting the truth through Remiel's head, which was already beginning to see things the way he wanted instead of how they actually were.
"I don't like things kinky," Xander snapped, now quite thoroughly exasperated as he ducked out of the way of Remiel's hair, reaching up a hand to thread his fingers through it and give it a good, hard yank - hard enough that he may or may not have ripped out a few golden strands in the process. "And cut that out. It is not what you think, you damn b*****d."
There was really nothing left to do but actually go and get them drinks - though Xander was having a great deal of reservations about leaving the two alone together. Glowering at the pair, Xander pushed himself to his feet, putting a hand on top of Remiel's head to propel himself upwards.
He also may or may not have tried to squash Remiel's face into the table in the process.
"You like bourbon, if I recall," said Xander nastily. "Lots and lots of it."
Then he stalked off towards the damn bar to get the damn drinks.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 6:49 pm
"Oh Professor." Keelah rolled his eyes, Xander was acting like a tiger who was getting poked in a cage. He could almost smell the annoyance radiating from him... or was that the alcohol.... he hoped it was the alcohol. Anyway, Xander was off to buy drinks, which meant Keelah could turn his attention to the more friendlier of the two older men.
"Oh? I am a fan of ribbons and frills. I was afraid this would be a little much, its not often I wear a jacket and a hat but I felt the need to be a little flamboyant. Not everyday you get to blackmail your teacher on a date." He giggled, playing with his skirt and bowing his head back in Remiel's direction. Keelah could talk about clothes forever - and would if the blonde let him. He could not help but be slightly intrigued by the interactions between the other two, they had an... interesting relationship. One that he would not mind seeing more of, they were quite amusing.
He chuckled as he heard X's words. "If you are willing to pay for lots and lots I am not complaining!" He shouted, waving in his direction. This was going to be a fun night if this kept up, maybe his professor would even loosen up after a few drinks. He hoped so at least.... I mean he could not be this sour all the time, right?
He sat down and looked at Remiel with a small smile. Still playing cute. "I can not wait to get to know you and Xylophone. Do you have any juicy stories to tell a young and curious student?" He asked, leaning over and resting his hand on the blondes. Making sure to leave Xander a seat in the middle of the two.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:36 pm
Remiel just laughed, a hearty and surprisingly pleasant sound. Oh how he loved getting reactions out of Xander! He always just had the best, and it was so easy to get under his skin. And into other things he had learned.
Not that he was going to bring that up. Maybe.
Probably was, since it was him.
The witch eater snorted. "Riiiight. Because you like to make things so easy." He said dryly. "You'd never come find me. Thus I have to come stalk you, obviously." Remiel grinned, clearly not phased in any way by a certain Professor's dark tones or the annoyance that was practically sparking off him.
Remiel just gave Xander one of those looks at his denial of liking things 'kinky'. He did wince ever so slightly at the hard yank on his hair, but was pretty sure only Xander would have caught it. Since he knew him better. Otherwise there was just that dangerous glint in his eyes that promised...things. His smirk was almost a mirror to the ones he'd received many a time from the Professor himself. "Really, darling. Not so rough in public~ And I think it's exactly what I think!" He purred, licking his lips. Terrible, that was him.
His face did get a little closer to the table then he cared for when Xander's hand wound up on his head and pushed down to help himself up. Remiel shot him another look, and may or may not have gotten a squeeze in on a certain someone's butt.
"As I said, you know just what I like~" He purred, chuckling as he stalked off.
This boy - Keelah - was the most interesting creature Remiel had stumbled across in a while. And that was saying something! He stared at him with clear interest, taking in the frills and lace he spoke of. "I must admit, I've never tried the frills. Perhaps ribbons..." Though what he did with said ribbons was probably not what the boy was referring to and wearing. And then the truth came out as to what was going on here and Remiel busted out into laughter, almost missing what the boy called out to Xander. Which only made him laugh more.
"Oh hell!" He gasped out, wiping at his eyes. "You actually blackmailed him into coming here tonight?" He was impressed! Remiel knew that was no easy feat to accomplish. Which begged the question as to how Keelah had done it. He leaned forward, crossing his arms along the table. "Please! You must tell me how you accomplished this!" He giggled, a small part of him curious as to just how good this kid was.
Remiel had had many years to practice his talents, learning how to hide what he really was and to get what he wanted. He could sense a similar sort of flame burning in this young one and it intrigued him. The witch eater did not view Keelah as a source of food. More like a possible pawn for he and his twin to use in some way. But first, he wanted to see what this boy had on his mind.
Where Keelah rested his hand atop Remiel's, the blonde somehow switched their hands so that his was tracing slow circles along the back of Keelah's hand. "Me and Xylophone?! Oh please tell me he did not tell you that was his name! Oh my dear black rose! You're names are getting worse." Remiel let his smile turn devious, like a kid getting ready to spill BIG SECRETS. "As a matter of fact...I just might~ But I think they would be best explained with a little...help." Like having Xander stuck between them so both could see the wonderful reactions!
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:54 pm
Standing at the bar, Xander took several long shots of a very strong bourbon before he decided to go back to the table. He supposed he could have just walked out and left the both of them there to pay the bill, but he could not afford to let Keelah hold anything more above his head - not after he was already being blackmailed by the damn kid.
Not to mention he'd had his backside squeezed by Remiel, which made him shudder in horror.
How did he keep winding up with weirdos.
And to make matters worse that damn b*****d of a witch eater was there. How exactly Remiel had managed to stumble upon Xander at exactly the wrong moment every time was beyond Xander, but he was starting to be very irritated by it - irritated enough that he wanted to put both of his hands around Remiel's neck and choke him until he was blue in the face and dead.
The thought was extraordinarily appealing. Too bad he couldn't do it just yet.
He did not go back right away; instead, Xander took another few shots, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and started slowly across the room. He arrived back at the table just in time to hear the word "Xylophone," as well as the words "my dear black rose" and "I just might tell."
Remiel would find an elbow on top of his head, smashing his face down into the table in the process.
"Tell him anything useless and I'll kill you," said Xander, grinding his elbow into the back of Remiel's head until he was quite thoroughly satisfied. He debated dumping the bourbon on top of his blonde head of hair, but refrained, and slid the two glasses to each prospective person.
Then he realized the only seat left was in between them and decided to just stay standing where he was, downing his fourth shot of bourbon in the process.
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