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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 2:08:19 GMT -5
He responded readily, after a moment, and his arms were smoothly in place around the pretty Spaniard's form, his caress as light as ever, and in moments more the boy's clothes were being loosened.
Maleo was quite a bit scrawnier than he preferred his men, but...his need outweighed that shallow thought. After all, the man was clearly willing to put up with his grotesque appearance.
"I am like this all over."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 11, 2008 2:14:24 GMT -5
"Good," grunted Maleo, helping in relieving himself of his clothing. Of course, he still had scars and scratches from Marlow, but they were mostly healed up now, and there was no need for bandages, and the singer had no shame period in sharing them with anyone.
"Let me see," he panted, having his shirt follow his vest to the floor. "Please, Maestro."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 2:19:01 GMT -5
The composer wondered at the pale pink marks for a moment before deciding they were none of his business and stepped back to remove his scarf and coat and jacket, quickly slipping into his usual sense of control again.
"Eagerness will only spoil the event, my young man." He grinned, flashing shining black teeth.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 11, 2008 2:25:48 GMT -5
At the Maestro's control over the situation, Maleo coiled back a bit himself, still breathing heavily. If the man wanted to be in charge, Maleo would give it to him freely, placing his trust in the composer.
"Please, Maestro, do not make me wait too long..." he pleaded, stealing another kiss with a roguish grin. Though it did not seem necessary at this point, Maleo wondered if the musician would be violent with him or not.
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 2:30:30 GMT -5
That, of course, did not suit him at all, and he took his time disrobing between guiding the Spaniard to his rickety little bed and offering him expertly tender caresses before he was finally revealed--still glad for the near pitch-dark of the room no matter the young man's enthusiasm for his corpuscular appearance.
"You see? I am death all over." Well...there was clearly some life in him, at least. And roils of heat.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 11, 2008 2:34:44 GMT -5
Maleo's thoughts dissolved at seeing the living-dead body, and he merely smirked and gestured for the composer to come closer.
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 2:41:29 GMT -5
Some time later, Destler lay sated and lazy with the strangely pale young man in his arms. It was what he had needed, or at least something like what he had needed. At least he hadn't been repulsive to the man, or not in any normal sort of way, and the tension had been worked out of his body and his voice--beside all that was the fact that he was delighted to find he still functioned fully, and perhaps that could be of some small comfort to Christopher...
Christopher who waited sleeping so many floors below, and whose large, comforting frame he missed dearly. After another moment, he disentangled himself from Addams and stood to go about dressing.
"Continue working on your opera with a theme in mind, you'll find th direction much easier, I think. We will speak on it again."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 11, 2008 2:51:30 GMT -5
Maleo watched Destler with a pout - he was sated and a bit worn, but having him cover up all his lovely bones and muscle - he simply did not like it.
"I think I have a better idea, Maestro. Thank you. When next we meet, I should have something better for you to look over," he said, pulling the sheet up over himself. He made as if he were to go to sleep, but he just needed to wait so he could bring out the dirt bedroll to rest on.
"Let me know when insomnia strikes you again, Maestro," he added at the end, giving the composer a devilish smile.
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 2:53:21 GMT -5
Destler returned a light smirk before tying the mask into place and stepping into the shadows, gone.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 11, 2008 3:06:50 GMT -5
When all was still, Maleo brought himself to his feet and lazily pulled out the bedroll, sprawling into the dirt, finally exhausted enough to warrant passing out before dawn.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Feb 24, 2009 18:03:22 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
The more he thought about it, the angrier Carlos got, until he found himself pacing across the music room. Erik really could not expect him to just sit back and allow that greasy, insinuating bastard to... to insinuate all over Simon!
It did not surprise him, much, when he suddenly found himself on all fours, his clothes scattered about the room and his feet taking him to the door and out. Better this way; his human thoughts were dampened, his decision making more concise. Basically, it excused him. He padded silently through the opera, up and up, until the unmistakable scent of Maleo Addams filled his nostrils. Hooking a paw under the door, he tried to pry it open.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Feb 24, 2009 18:12:29 GMT -5
Maleo was alone so far, with no expectations to have anyone come knocking on his door - and Marlow just entered without so much ceremony. So to have someone, or something pawing at the entrance to his tiny room made him look up suddenly from his place at the vanity.
He had been tending to old wounds left behind by his master, and only gave himself enough time to pull on an undershirt before he opened his door to whatever was scratching. He looked down at the big cat at the door, recognizing the scent under the cat's fur from the same primo uono he'd left in a great amount of anger from rehearsal.
"Good evening, Señor," he said with a smirk.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Feb 24, 2009 18:23:56 GMT -5
Carlos bristled, and his eyes narrowed. He had not expected Maleo to know. How could he? Damn the bastard, how was he supposed to operate under these conditions? He had meant to attempt to scare the man; threaten him, at the very least. But this... was just humiliating.
Maleo Addams knew he turned into a giant cat, upon occasion. The idea was nearly too much to be borne. He snarled at Addams, looking as threatening as possible, though he suspected he may just seem ridiculous, once one knew who he was.
He could hardly just turn tail and run, however.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Feb 24, 2009 18:37:21 GMT -5
"Well, don't just stand there growling," he teased, moving away from the door frame. He gave the great cat ample space to come in, as he was certain Carlos would not want their... "conversation" in the middle of the hall.
"Mi casa es su casa," he said with a chuckle. "Then again, everything in the house is yours, is it not?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Feb 24, 2009 18:44:20 GMT -5
Carlos paused, considering, and then slipped inside, not hurrying but moving with fluid grace. Perhaps he could still hurt the man.
Of course, he couldn't speak to him. Once inside, he turned and sat, staring unblinking at Maleo.
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