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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 1, 2012 10:19:54 GMT -5
He was shaking again. It always started with shaking; first with his fingers then his hands and arms. He tried to hold his arms still, tried to resist the urge. He needed the drug. He needed it. The pain! The pain!!!! Markus slammed his fist down, clearing the wanting thoughts. He had to think of his mother and sister. Think of them; he had to fight this drug. And once he was clean, he would go home with all the stuffed animals he made as gifts for his little sisters. Determined, the 21 year old started to stitch the stuffed rabbit together. His hands shook again after minutes, more urgently this time. Markus gritted his teeth, trying to make this last stitch. "Fuck!" he shouted, dropping the plushie and sucking on his thumb. God dammit, he couldn't concentrate. His eyes looked up at the bottle of pills on the desk. Just one won't hurt; it would calm his nerves. That's it. Markus silently prayed for forgiveness before grabbing the bottle. He took more than one, his senses heightened almost immediately. He was able to finish his current project and three others. But as he sat on the bed, he felt horrible. This wasn't working. He had to kick this nasty habit. And soon.
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 1, 2012 10:36:50 GMT -5
A soft whistle filled the halls as the white haired male strolled through them. God, he was bored. And horny. He sighed, looking down at the front of his slacks, a frown on his brow. You'd figure someone who'd gone through what he had would be firmly against sex. Ari smirked, one side of his lips tilting up. The fact that he was practically addicted to the act should have surprised him. For some reason, it didn't. But, if he didn't find some kind of relief soon, then he was going to explode; whether in his pants or literally, he wasn't entirely certain. He turned the corner into the hallway leading to his room just in time to hear someone shout. "Fuck!" Both of Ari's brows rose. Hello, what's this? Calmly, Ari walked down the hall to his room. The door was just as he'd left it, slightly ajar. With his head tilted just a bit to the side, he touched his fingertips against the door and pushed....just in time to see his new room mate swallow a bunch of pills. His eyebrows skyrocketed. He was about to step forward, but paused. Well...The guy seemed like he was fine. So Ari stayed in the doorway, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorjamb. His green eyes watched his room mate's every move, looking for a sign that he had overdosed. He suffered through watching three and a half stuffed animals be sewed, somehow remaining perfectly still and silent. When they were done, the male in the room moved to sit on one of the beds. Poor guy. He looked horrible. Ari grinned. "Well. Was that as much of a good idea as it seemed?"
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 1, 2012 10:57:19 GMT -5
Markus jumped as the door opened, eyes widening as someone came in. A man with dazzling white short hair and green eyes. Asking him if that was a good idea. The 21 year old stood, shaking this time from fear and not withdrawal. "I.... I....," he stuttered trying to make words to make sentences. But his lips wouldn't do what his brain asked. He bit his lip, looking at the man, eyes wandering. Until they fell upon the slight bulge near his zipper. "Ah.......um...." he continued, face turning red the jumping on his bed and hiding beneath the covers.
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 1, 2012 11:03:01 GMT -5
His eyebrows lifted again, his smirk widening slightly. The man looked like was older than Ari, and yet he was hiding under the covers like a prepubescent teen girl who was surrounded by a bunch of pedophiles. It was sort of a turn on...The thought drew a chuckle from him as he stepped forward into the room, closing the door behind him. He reached behind himself, twisting the lock on the door knob. This should be fun... "What? Never saw a horny man before?" He purposely thickened his already thick British accent. As he stepped slowly toward the bed, he shrugged out of his long black trench coat, letting it stay where it landed in a pile on the floor.
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 1, 2012 11:40:00 GMT -5
It wasn't that he hadn't..... It was just that...... Markus refused to think about it, burying his face deeper into the covers. His Ears picked up the door closing, the lock turning Oh so quietly as well before the steps toward his bed came. He started to shake again, evident as the cover shook back and forth. Oh shit..... The other man had locked the door.... Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit.... Slowly he crawled back on the bed towards the corner. Please don't come any closer.... Please don't come any closer....
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 1, 2012 11:53:20 GMT -5
Ari was enjoying this. It came to mind that he had to be a sick fuck in order to actually enjoy scaring a man like this. But hey, with someone of his background... He was by the man's bed now. Hmm...to continue or not to continue.... He took a glance once again downward, smirking. What the hell. Slowly, Ari crawled onto the man's bed on all fours, stopping when he was practically straddling him. Reaching out a hand and balancing his weight on the other one, he gripped the edge of the blanket, then pulled until the man's head was uncovered. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 1, 2012 12:09:43 GMT -5
There was silence for a bit. Markus briefly wondered if his prayers were answered. That was before the bed creaked and he was pushed on his back, the covers pulled from his head. "Cat got your tongue?" the man asked, smirking at him. Markus' face grew a deeper red as he struggled to talk. This wasn't a good situation. "I.... I don't like.....talking....." hd Finally answered trying to pull himself from under the other guy.
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 1, 2012 12:14:26 GMT -5
Oh, he was so shy. Perfect! Ari's favorite type...His smirk grew just slightly as he pulled the blanket down farther, exposing the males torso. "Why not?" His green eyes followed the blanket, lingering maybe just a tad at the place the blanket stopped at before looking back up into the males eyes. He blinked. Two different colors? Well, this was interesting. Ari couldn't remember ever meeting someone who had two different colored eyes. The closest he'd seen was his sister's, who's were a mix of green and brown that formed a pretty hazel. "I like your eyes."
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 1, 2012 12:22:30 GMT -5
"Why not?" he was asked. Markus didn't know; he just was never a social person. He preferred being alone. With his creations. The only human contact he had was with his family. Other people just....frightened him he guessed. The guys eyes looked him down after the blanket had been stripped from his torso then came back up. They locked eyes for a second and Markus closed his as quickly as he could. "I like your eyes," the other man said. The dark haired adult just shook his head, his face still red. "W... What are you doing in here....?"
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 1, 2012 12:27:53 GMT -5
"What am I doing here?" Ari grinned and laughed; the laughed made his body vibrate enough to shake the bed. He sat back on his heels and turned his head to the opposite side of the room. Another bed was there, neatly made with a dark red comforter spread over the mattress and pillows. A door leading to one of the closets was open next to the bed, showing Ari's expensive wardrobe. "It would appear that I live here now." He looked back down at his room mate, smirk back in place. Saying that he lived here now didn't affect him as it did the first time he'd said it after showing up here; Ari had accepted it as fact. If it meant that he might not see his sister again.... He pushed the thought away, deciding to think on that subject later. For now.... He looked over the male again, making a slight "Mm" sound of appreciation.
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 1, 2012 12:38:11 GMT -5
He.... He lived here? As in he was his roommate?! Oh no, Markus couldn't have any roommates. He couldn't! People couldn't live with him and he couldn't live with people! That would mean...... Interaction! He pushed Ari off as the teen sat up on his heels and slid off the bed and onto his feet. "I... I have to go...." he stammered, heading for the door. He couldn't be roommates with this guy! There had to be some mistake!
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 1, 2012 12:42:18 GMT -5
Ari was up and off the bed faster than it took to blink. He followed his new room mate to the door, reaching past him and placing both of his hands against the wood before the other could open it. The man was trapped between Ari and the door, Ari's arms on either side of him. "What's the hurry? We just met..." Ari leaned closed against the other male, just barely touching him. "I'm Ari, by the way..." This was whispered into the man's ear, accompanied by a light nip to his earlobe. Ari pulled back slightly, but kept his arms on the door.
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 1, 2012 12:49:18 GMT -5
His roommate was quick. Markus had just started to open the door when it was shoved closed again by the white haired male. "We just met," he said, body barely touching him from behind. Markus did a quick u-turn Ears red from the whispering and the nibble. His name was Ari. Great now they were on a name basis..... This was not going well. And Markus was trapped between this guy and the door. "M.... Markus...." he said, fingers twiddling as he nervously avoided eye contact.
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 1, 2012 12:57:16 GMT -5
Markus. Hm. Ari tilted his head, looking Markus up and down, deliberately slowly. "What's wrong, Markus?" He moved one of his hands from the door to skim his fingers down Markus's arm to his hand, pulling one from the other to stop the fidgeting. If it was one thing that Ari couldn't stand, even though it was perversely a turn on for him, it was fidgeting. He took a half step back, drawing Markus away from the door by his grip on the male's hand. "How old are you?" The question was sudden, accompanied by an eyebrow raise and a head tilt. The man couldn't be that much older than he was. Still, Ari was curious as to why he was so nervous.
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 1, 2012 13:11:19 GMT -5
"What's wrong Markus?" Ari asked. Markus bit his lip; the other guy was too close. The 21 year old was beginning to get claustrophobic; his fingers twitched and fidgeted. Ari's finger slid down his arm to his hand, pulling one away from the other and stopping the interaction. The he pulled Markus from the door towards the bed. How old was he? God this was embarrassing..... He didn't act his age at all. More like a child. "Im.... Im..... Twenty one....." he stammered, embarrassed and red.
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