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Post by Mortimer on Jan 4, 2009 4:29:42 GMT -5
"Do you want me to take off my clothes?" he gave a musical little chuckle and came back around to face Bryan, already undoing his shirt buttons. "You just had to say so."
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 4, 2009 4:43:22 GMT -5
"Er... well..." Bryan's grin was slightly embarrassed, as indicated further with the way he slumped his shoulders a bit. So he was far from suave and he'd known it, but that did not defer his attempts to be such.
"...y'ain't expectin' payment, are you?" he blurted, realizing that the reason it was suddenly going so well for him could have been that the man was a prostitute who lingered at the opera for some reason. It was somewhat far fetched for a prostitute to work an opera house... then again, so was the idea that he'd been taken in by a man-creature from another planet, but that was true, too.
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Post by Mortimer on Jan 6, 2009 0:46:13 GMT -5
"Payment?"
Mortimer shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms where he caught it and spun it over his head and off in a smooth motion, landing it on a hook next to his coat, the phallic shark on his back visible for a moment when he turned, along with the long scars on his sides.
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 6, 2009 0:59:32 GMT -5
"Er, nevermind..." The question from Mortimer made Bryan realize the man wasn't an escort, and gave him a bit of relief - and another small boost to his ego (not that he needed it).
The scars and tattoo made Bryan's sparse eyebrow raise, and he was closer in a couple steps, hands on Mortimer's sides, feeling the "gills" cut into his smooth skin.
"Looks like someone tried to dig inta you too..." he said, rough hands a stark contrast to Mortimer's softer flesh.
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Post by Mortimer on Jan 6, 2009 1:05:53 GMT -5
The little man shivered at the contact to his sensitive scars and brought his hands up to rest on Bryan's thick forearms.
"Oh, they're gills. Not real ones, of course, but I was made to look like I had them. I can't make them go away."
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 6, 2009 1:36:33 GMT -5
"Can't make mine go away either," chuckled Bryan, playing with the scars again. "Why'd someone do that?" he pondered, bringing his body up against Mortimer's. His hands slid further around the little man's waist, lacing over Mortimer's smooth stomach.
In the back of his mind, he wondered why he was staying so calm... perhaps it was an effect of the little man's presence.
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Post by Mortimer on Jan 6, 2009 1:57:52 GMT -5
"To make more money. I couldn't change myself then, so they did what they could to make more...exotic?"
He gave a low clicking purr, never having felt such rough hands on him before and been conscious of it.
"For some reason, I can't change them, or the shark on my back. Do you like it?"
He smirked a bit, lightly and turned so that his back was to Bryan, the penile totem on display.
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 6, 2009 2:07:58 GMT -5
Change himself? What in the hell...? Bryan's thoughts were interrupted by a new, interesting sound coming from the little man - soft purring. The smooth skin under his fingers made his own skin tingle a little, and the clockworks in his chest picked up, ticking faster.
"Yeah, I like... difference. Prolly because I ain't the same as anyone else myself."
Lifting one hand off of Mortimer's waist, he traced his fingers over the shark tattau, following the curvy shape down the little man's back.
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Post by Mortimer on Jan 6, 2009 2:13:16 GMT -5
He arched foreward a bit, away from Bryan's hand and chuckled.
"I'm more different still. I'll show you."
Mortimer turned around again to face Bryan, taking a step back from him and getting his trousers undone, but being slow about dropping them.
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 6, 2009 2:21:45 GMT -5
Bryan folded his arms over his chest, smirking a little bit. He was already naked and Mortimer was being shy now?
"C'mon, I'm feelin' a little singled out now," he teased, gesturing with one hand for Mortimer to drop his pants.
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Post by Mortimer on Jan 6, 2009 2:27:05 GMT -5
"Well, Monsieur Bryan, you see...I've nothing to be shy about. And I do mean that literally."
He let go of his waistband and let his trousers pool around his ankles, stepping out of them and his tall boots gracefully.
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 6, 2009 2:31:58 GMT -5
Blinking a few times, Bryan's eyes fell directly on... nothing. Well, more smooth skin, joined at the thighs like it should be, but there was no genitalia to be seen. Tilting his head to one side, the mechanical man looked to be reasoning out why Mortimer was perfectly smooth. Not even scarred like he had been made a eunuch.
"...Not born with anything?" he ventured, betting that was a MUCH safer question than "Where'd yer balls go?"
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Post by Mortimer on Jan 6, 2009 2:35:38 GMT -5
"I have nothing, front or back."
And if Bryan hadn't noticed, no nipples or navel either.
"I hope you don't find it too upsetting, I haven't done this much, and you're very handsome and very strong and I'd like to feel you."
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 6, 2009 2:43:03 GMT -5
Bryan did notice the lack of any other definition, gradually, once he'd managed to remove his eyes from Mortimer's pelvic region.
"No..." replied Bryan, not upset, just a little confused and reconciling that he already had been with an other-worldly man, and Jirahasuke's appearance was far different than a regular human. "I ain't upset... and I'd like to feel you too," he finished, stepping back within reaching distance of Mortimer again.
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Post by Mortimer on Jan 6, 2009 2:46:15 GMT -5
The little man grinned cast about before padding a few steps away--nearer the furnace--and hopped up onto a pile of crates, sitting at a quite convenient height and beckoning the man over.
***FADE OUT***
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