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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 1, 2013 12:27:36 GMT -5
If there was one thing Jack hated more than being caught in the rain, it was being caught in the rain without even so much as his jacket. In fact, all he was wearing on top was his white tank top – which, as it happened, was now see through and clinging to him tighter than a small child to a bucket of sweets. His bottom half was covered aptly, though – and for once, this was something he was grateful for. And, while he would usually have his hair done in a way that looked relatively smart, it now flopped down, thoroughly soaked.
“The one time I forget my umbrella and leave my jacket at home…” he grumbled, hands in his pockets, rain unrelenting. It wasn’t as if there wasn’t anywhere for him to stop, it was just that nobody particularly appreciated having someone in his state enter their establishment. Or, at least, he assumed so. He could have used his Sigil, but nobody needed to know that was him. Well, normal civilians, anyway – everyone else was bound to know at some point. That aside, the exoskeleton was uncomfortable and cold, and didn’t feel nearly as good as it looked. It even went so far as to hide his face – granted, it let him show it, but that was hardly the point.
Jack grumbled a little more, and stopped in his tracks, deciding that he would at least wring his tank top out a little. It would only get wet a few seconds later, but really, he couldn’t be much more soaked than he was now. Besides, he was trudging about the place in the wee hours of the morning – who was actually going to see? Jack, sure nobody was watching, took his tank top off, and began wringing it. It had, quite remarkably, come off quite easily. It slid over his toned physique, allowing for a steady reveal of the muscles of the blemish-less body he had trained for ages to achieve, one that was now dripping wet. Jack flicked his sodden fringe out of the way of his eyes, and grimaced as he realised just how tough this was going to be.
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Post by Perun Crevan on Oct 1, 2013 12:53:28 GMT -5
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✖ MAKE YOU SAY OH MY! FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY. LOOK SO GOOD I MIGHT DIE. HEAD DOWN, SWAYING TO MY OWN SOUND. ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME WORDS 666NOTES This got so Gay so FastSTATS HAN: 9 REI: 7 HAK: 11 SEI: 8 BUK: 6 HOH: 9 Perun hated this. He didn't get a place to stay the night before, because a majority of humans were just useless to him and couldn't even see him. It was tough finding some one that be of any purpose to him. Once he found them it took all of four words to get into their room. The issue was he just hadn't found anyone after ditching some chick that had gotten dreadfully free spirited. She didn't like the way Perun treated her. To be frank Perun wasn't that fond of her flat ass and loud voice so he just bailed without a word a few nights ago. He hadn't thought ahead and now he was just hanging around where ever.
Now it was pouring down rain and he didn't have a place in the world to go to get out of it. Sure he could just sneak around and take refuge since he was invisible, but what if he wasn't? He learned people didn't like finding random demons in their homes. So he had lost what home he had taken over, left to rot in the rain that just irritated him. He had his fox like ears out for the viewing, hating to really hide them since they were gorgeous and all. That of course meant he was getting water in them though and it was driving him mad. He didn't even see a damn bus stop to get dry under. His clothes were getting ruined and as the water rushed over his bare feet it was just all kinds of uncomfortable and sent chills up his spine. All of this was happening and there was nothing he could even dream of doing about it. Life was so tragic sometimes.
That became the last thing on his mind though as he furthered he venture in search of shelter. He rounded a corner and right in front of him was a sight he just had to take the time to enjoy. Just up ahead was a man removing his shirt for whatever reason. Perun didn't really care why it was happening, he just knew that he was very glad it was. There were muscles under that skin that flexed with every movement the man made. Speaking of his skin it was shining under the early morning sun as it reflected off of the water that was dripping from his body. Perun stepped closer, paying more mind to the man, and then something hit him. This man had power. He would be able to see Perun without a problem. The togabito had this in the bag. Only one type of man with that kind of body took off their shirts for useless purposes. Horny ones. Fabulous.
Perun undid a few buttons at the top of his shirt. In other words he just undid all of them to reveal his torso with its unblemished skin and tight form. He strode forward like the prince he was, tugging at his color so the soaked fabric of his black shirt clung in the right places. His hair was just as perfect as ever, even if it was drenched. It still complemented him thoroughly and also stuck to his skin, latching onto his neck which he made sure to keep extended out so every drop of water that fell from it could be followed until reaching his pants and dipping down below his waist band to an even greater area. "You're pretty wet aren't you? No place to go?" he asked when he got closer to the man. there was a key fact in Perun was looking for a place to crash and take over. If this man was homeless it would be a bit of a boner kill. Some how though Perun was still pretty sure he'd hang around this guy long enough to get some form of satisfaction from it. It was up to this guy's belongings or funds to determine how much of Perun's time he got blessed with.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 1, 2013 14:02:56 GMT -5
The first thing that Jack noticed upon someone walking towards him was the level of power emanating from him – the type, as well. As a precaution, he put his thumb into his trouser side, touching the chainmail vest he had stuck down his trouser leg for reassurance. Handsome and horny as he was, Jack couldn’t get everyone, and most of the time, it boiled down to fighting. His expression did not change, but he did instead throw his vest over his shoulder, attempting to take up as cool-looking a pose as possible. While every pose looked good on him (to his mind), this one seemed the most convenient.
His guard was, however, lowered by a substantial amount when he fully registered just who he was talking to. He may have had a relatively-decent-yet-ultimately-silly reason for taking his clothing off, but the Togabito coming towards him did not seem to have any reason, other than to look good. Not that Jack was complaining – Togabitos were human enough that they still had mostly the same inner workings. He knew this from experience – not because he had been a surgeon previously, or even a doctor. That wasn’t to say, however, that he didn’t go around putting things into people as he saw fit.
“As it happens, I was just heading home. Looking at the state you’re in, I’d say you need a place too, handsome.”
Here it was – jack’s not-so-world-famous habit of flirting with anyone and everything during the first sentence he said to them. It wasn’t often that he didn’t do this, and even when he did manage to break the trend, it was always for some more pressing matter. Considering Jack’s prioritising skills, coming between him and seducing a potential one-night-stand was considered a feat and a half. He tilted his head slightly to the side, mostly as a habit he had formed, but also because he needed to let the rain drip off of his hair.
Jack wouldn’t lie about thinking of having a good time with the Togabito in front of him. And, while the older-looking of the two had some control over how he reacted to most things, he couldn’t help what happened while Perun was close to him. However, he did manage to hide it well, which was just as good. Jack continued to stare his new acquaintance in the eye, attempting to gauge him, to see something else beyond the obvious.
He turned up nothing.
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Post by Perun Crevan on Oct 1, 2013 14:34:56 GMT -5
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✖ MAKE YOU SAY OH MY! FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY. LOOK SO GOOD I MIGHT DIE. HEAD DOWN, SWAYING TO MY OWN SOUND. ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME WORDS Yus! 666 again!NOTES GheySTATS HAN: 9 REI: 7 HAK: 11 SEI: 8 BUK: 6 HOH: 9 As he had gotten closer, Perun had taken notice of just how strong this man's energy was. It was well beyond every human he had come upon so far. Well that could have turned out to be troublesome. Perun wasn't above force though. If it came down to that, Perun really had no problem with getting into a fight and making this man his slave for eternity, or a few days, whenever he got bored of him. Perun was cocky as hell in his own power, so in his mind he could just take whatever he wanted to. Who was going to stop him? Definitely not this man. Perun noted the chainmail the man pulled from... somewhere. Perun reached back and grabbed his cane at the same time. He hadn't hit anyone with a cane in a while. He forgot how good it felt. It didn't boil down to that yet though. The man tossed the chainmail armor over his shoulder, so Perun just tapped his cane one the ground and leaned on it, putting his hip out some, but in quite the elegant and leading way. No one said he was subtle.
This guy wasn't subtle either. He was clearing turning up his own tactics to try and get Perun in the same place Perun wanted to be. Perun would have told him he didn't have to try so hard, but oddly enough he like the way this man did things. It even excited him a little bit. He usually got people stuttering or speechless. This human was right on his level and it was a much welcomed change. Perun also had his own means of striking though. One could bet that yes he was going to use them to their full extent too.
"Is that an offer?" he responded, his voice extra smooth, holding that esteem he had. He took a few more steps forward until he was but a foot form the man. He smirked a bit, but not in his assholey, cocky Perun way. It was the look of tempting this man in. This was very good. The man had a house and he bet it was really nice. He already knew the nights, days, whenever he felt like a good fling, would be some great time. He was great with judging skills by a body. This guy's attitude only made him all the more confident in his assessment. Wonderful. He leaned in, bringing his cane up so that the Saphire handle was just under Jack's chin. They were right about the same height so looking right into the man's eyes was easy. His cane was there to make sure this man didn't lower his head even the slightest bit.
"If it's not well then think about my offer of escorting you back to your home" He was nearly certain he was already being offered a place to stay. eat, sleep, mindlessly fuck for hours on end. Perun was just making sure, using his own charms to seal this deal for good. There wasn't a question in his offer. It was more or less a demand of the most undeniable kind. This human would be getting a lot of those.. for a day or so. Then he would be met with the whining and demanding Perun. Perun knew he only needed a few days to completely trap someone. He was banking on an hour or so being needed with the way this man was acting. He hit the jackpot. He leaned in even closer, his mouth but an inch from the man's ear if he got so far. "Lead the way" He whispered, letting out a warm breath on purpose to contrast the chill of the rain and get some kind of physical reaction from this human. He watched the man's face from the corner of his eyes, that same luring look on his own face. Perun knew his job was complete. How easy. Or thats what he was thinking at least.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 1, 2013 15:43:29 GMT -5
Jack wasn’t particularly opposed to the idea of being a slave – as a matter of fact, he had grown to enjoy it whenever he had tried it. Granted, he really didn’t appreciate being used as a footstool by some conceited twit, but in all honesty, the idea was enticing to him. Not that he knew that was what Perun was thinking, but the sentiment was still there. However, if push came to shove, he knew himself to be more than capable of being able to take down Perun, based on the power he sensed from the Togabito. He didn’t seem that big a deal, frankly. Perun’s attitude seemed big, not his abilities.
Although, if he was honest, Jack didn’t want to resort to violence. He liked to keep fighting in the ring – he just wanted to love, to be loved, and to make love. Not that he wasn’t a capable fighter, of course. He had been known to take down Hollows twice his size with his bare hands, and could potentially hold off an Arrancar without his armour on. Not that he wouldn’t come out with some form of injury, but the point was that he was pretty tough, when compared to Perun. The cane did not intimidate him – in fact, thinking of the possibilities excited him.
Perun may have been good with his smiles, but Jack wasn’t exactly green when it came to this sort of thing either. He wouldn’t be suckered in, just like he had done to so many other people. Yes, it was true that he would often end up in chains, usually of his own volition, but he could break out in those situations. Here, though, he had to keep his wits about him. There was no telling what kind of power the Togabito had hidden up his sleeve –then again, that made things all the more interesting. In response to being tested, however, Jack lowered his eyebrows a little, attempting his own sultry expression.
“It’s that, and a little more…” Jack retorted, his voice purposefully soft as he gripped Perun’s cane, pulling it slowly down and walking towards him, expression never faltering in the slightest. He made the distance between them reduce itself to little more than half a foot, maybe even closer. The glint in his eyes was unmistakeable – Jack was in the mood, and now that Perun had enticed him, there was no stopping the man. If it didn’t kill the mood, Jack would have licked his lips, and leant in for snog, right there and then. Unfortunately, that was considered a little creepy. Moreso than taking his clothing off in public.
"You just stay right behind me while we get to my house... and while we're in it as well, if you don't want to faff around."
Jack winked at Perun - it didn't seem as though either party was letting up
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Post by Perun Crevan on Oct 2, 2013 13:54:33 GMT -5
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✖ MAKE YOU SAY OH MY! FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY. LOOK SO GOOD I MIGHT DIE. HEAD DOWN, SWAYING TO MY OWN SOUND. ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME WORDS 484NOTES GaiSTATS HAN: 9 REI: 7 HAK: 11 SEI: 8 BUK: 6 HOH: 9 Yeah. He had this in the bag. Perun returned his cane to his side when it was pushed down, leaning on it again. He was pretty tempted to just drag the man right into a store and ravage him in an aisle. It would look really strange to anyone that couldn't see Perun, but it wasn't like he would be the one to get embarrassed so he wasn't sure if he cared about that fact too much. speaking of a store though, Perun realized he was hungry. He had gotten really accustomed to eating human foods like ice cream, donuts, pizzas, and other various things that were unhealthy. They wouldn't effect his health though. Even they killed him he had to just be reborn and all that.
He had the thought of food in his mind when he turned around to follow behind his new prey. He leaned in so his lips were again just a few inched from his ear. "You know I'm awfully hungry. Maybe we could get something for breakfast, or get something to make?" That meant something for Jack to make. Perun didn't cook. Not only was it safer that way, because God only knew what things would be created if he did such things, but he also just refused to do it. It was a principle. He had people to do that for him. He shouldn't have to do it for himself.
"After that we can have a nice little treat. What do you say?" he smiled, looking all kinds of charming as usual. As long as Jack was still getting the pleasure of sharing a bed with Perun, all of that pleasure, he was sure it would be fine. If he thought it would be an issue he wouldn't have asked. Actually yes he would have, but that didn't matter, because no this shouldn't have been a problem. It was early in the morning. He doubted Jack had already eaten. It was unhealthy to not eat breakfast, and, unlike Perun, being unhealthy was bad for humans. He was just looking out for the man... or he could say he was. Some one would believe it. did he had the face of a liar? Probably, but again what did he care? He was getting an early move on for however long he was going to be sticking around. Jack just needed to start getting used to this kind of thing, spoiling Perun absolutely rotten.
"Oh while we're out maybe we should get some fresh clothes and an umbrella. It must be dreadfully uncomfortable to walk around like that." while he was thinking about spoiling and food shopping he got to thinking about getting things he really wanted like clothes and rings, maybe even a crown. All the caring words he had just said was just code for Jack to buy him stuff. He was pretty confident in the effectiveness.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 2, 2013 15:20:01 GMT -5
“As long as you’re keen on sausage… And a fry-up, while we’re at it.”
Jack chuckled lightly at this dirty joke of his, as unfunny as it may have been. In reality, he was all too aware of the fact that Perun was trying to play a game with him. Given that it was largely the same game Jack played – albeit without the grossly inflated sense of entitlement – he knew the ins and outs of it pretty well. And, while the Togabito may have fooled the uninitiated, Jack was initiated. He was smirking because he thought he had this one in the bag – it would be tough, but he was notoriously determined when it came to sweet ass.
“It’s not good to exercise on a full stomach, you handsome devil, you. I’ll cook you up some good, if ou can do the same for me… And I’m not asking you to get in the kitchen with me.”
Mostly because the kitchen was falling into disrepair and was more cramped than a motorway during rush hour. But also because Jack did not tend to do such things well on a full stomach. He was a notorious snack-muncher, after all, and never really went more than three hours without eating something, even a cereal bar. He thought he could last a few rounds before breakfast needed doing.
“You don’t have to worry about clothes, you know. We’re not more than a block away from my place, and I don’t think we’re going to be needing any clothes in there.”
Truth be told, this was because he didn’t actually have any money on him. Due to… extenuating circumstances… he had had to use up most of his previous paycheque, and while the money would be in his account later, as of now, eh couldn’t do much. The Consecro paid him generously, but sometimes, the fates dealt him the worst hand imaginable. “Tell you what… you show me a good time, and I’ll show you this great little shop I know.”
It was cheap, as well. The materials were decent quality, the staff were more patient than all the saints and the appropriate obelisk, and the designs were to die for. They didn’t do jewellery, unfortunately, but this was of little consequence. There wasn’t even a jewller’s around for quite a distance, and Jack couldn’t go spending all his money on gaudy trinkets. He figured that he might try and slip something into Perun’s drink – there were some drugs known to affect Togabitos, and he was sure he had some stashed away. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe it was just things that applied to humans. He shrugged internally, indifferent either way.
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Post by Perun Crevan on Oct 3, 2013 1:00:01 GMT -5
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✖ MAKE YOU SAY OH MY! FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY. LOOK SO GOOD I MIGHT DIE. HEAD DOWN, SWAYING TO MY OWN SOUND. ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME WORDS 542NOTES GaiSTATS HAN: 9 REI: 7 HAK: 11 SEI: 8 BUK: 6 HOH: 9 Okay so he was maybe getting somewhere. He was at least promised a breakfast at some point, a breakfast with not so subtle sexual undertones. So they were going down the pun root then? Perun usually didn't play at that sort of thing, but still he chuckled, only because it was the right thing to do. When the hot human made a joke the even hotter togabito was supposed to laugh. That was how the world worked, and it worked for thousands of years. Why fix something that wasn't broken? Actually this was getting a bit broken. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to get an instant meal, and he was really in the mood to eat something, something not of the male anatomy. He could pun too.
"But It's been so long since I've had a good meal. I'm not sure how good of a meal I can give you it I don't get something to eat" He wasn't going to let this go so easily. He was a damned demanding togabito, and he always got what he want. This was not going to be an exception. He didn't give a fuck who this guy thought he was, or how hot Perun thought the man was. No one ever denied him anything. If they did then they died. It was as simple as that. He'd just go back and find this guy in Hell and make him a slave there. No greedy fuck that denied him had any other fate than hell.
This man just kept turning down his ideas... demands though and it was wearing on the blonde. "We'll completely soak up your floors by just walking in. That's no good now is it?" Perun continued trying to do this the nice way. It was taking everything he had though. "I can promise you it will be the best time, so why don't we just head there now?" it sounded like a plan to him. His voice was as confident as ever so Jack should have believed him without a problem. It was true too. Perun had every intention of actually going through with that promise. It was for his own selfish reasons, have little to do with actually doing shit for this human, but still it was a promise he could fulfill and not feel too bad about. This guy just had to work with him some before he began to rage. He needed to get to this man's house first. Then once inside he could take over as ruler and do what he wanted to. It was a bit pointless to enslave some one and then not have a place to go to because he was clueless as to its location.
"Come on. It won't take very long" he walked beside the man now, smiling over to him in the kindest way. It almost made him sick. Now he was lying. Perun knew it, but maybe Jack didn't. He had no reason not to trust Perun or anything. He shouldn't have trusted him at all, but people were stupid like that. He could overpower a strong man's will with that look of his. Now it was time to put it to the test.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 3, 2013 18:38:12 GMT -5
Jack didn’t like what was going on – not one bit. He knew Perun was trying to manipulate him, to get what he wanted. He’d done it before, and quite frankly, it always seemed to be more hassle than it was worth. Jack needed to find way to keep the Togabito quiet, but also showing he had authority. Not that he thought it would do too much to curb his newest potential sexual partner’s spending of Jack’s money, but he wanted Perun to know he couldn’t push it with Jack. After all, one was evidently that bit more powerful than the other.
Jack slipped his chainmail vest on – in other words, his Sigil. Perun would likely not know that it could transform and coat him in a tough metal exoskeleton (the conductivity of which was untested at time of writing) – but that did not make Jack look any less intimidating as he slipped it on. Either that, or he looked like a complete idiot. Irrespective of his looks, the action sent off a message, one that likely wouldn’t be ignored by Perun. It was, in essence, Jack showing that he was just as capable, if not more so, than Perun - he wasn't taking this because he liked it. He was there because he chose to be, and it was a lot easier than having Perun whinge incessantly. He wanted to save the moaning for later, anyway.
“Alright, you’ve made your point. Let’s go clothes shopping – We’ll get your jewellery when my employers decide to actually give me my money. Don’t worry your pretty little head, though, I’ll have a nice crisp wad of cash in my hand before this day is out, and you’ll look even better.”
Really, though, Jack would only really be able to afford the cheaptastic jewellery that always seemed to be a lesser quality than was advertised. Not that it would particularly matter, anyway – he was planning to ditch the Togabito at the first chance he got after he’d used him how he saw fit. And if Perun ever came back? Well, Jack had been meaning to try out a few torture machines, some of which a person might not actually feel the need to escape from.
“And once we’ve got some dry clothing, we go back to my place, eat and take it all off again. But seriously, though, want a fry up? Because my fried breakfasts are to die for, so I hear.”
Jack flashed his accomplice a cheeky smirk, looking to lighten the mood somewhat. While he did have plans for later, he would have preferred to live in the present – and the present essentially said he was hiring an expensive male prostitute whose only pull was that he looked rather pretty and was a Togabito. Still, Jack supposed he didn’t really have anything he really wanted. Maybe a new pair of boxing gloves, but nothing much.
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Post by Perun Crevan on Oct 5, 2013 22:12:07 GMT -5
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✖ MAKE YOU SAY OH MY! FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY. LOOK SO GOOD I MIGHT DIE. HEAD DOWN, SWAYING TO MY OWN SOUND. ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME WORDS 509NOTES This got so Gay so FastSTATS HAN: 9 REI: 7 HAK: 11 SEI: 8 BUK: 6 HOH: 9 He didn't get why the man had some random metal vest. He hadn't understood it when the man pulled it out of his pants, which was questionable by itself, and he understood it even less now that the man was putting it on. It wouldn't get soaked like a regular shirt? That was about the only thing he could think of. People had gotten all weird since he died. He didn't get it, and he was pretty sure he didn't want to. Maybe he could find something fun to do with it later. It was metal, and he made lightning. Those could turn into some really cool fetish. Some one would probably be into it. This freaky guy was probably a really good test subject. By test subject he also meant how much he could use with out killing some one. It was for the greater good.
He would have to take it slow though, because the man was finally agreeing with his requests. It was about time. Perun wasn't sure how long he could have kept up the sweet arguments. That pleased him greatly. He was starting to get his sexual drive back, which was good for everyone in this situation. Perun was getting even more than he expected. Now he was getting clothes. Later he was promised jewelry. It was absolutely fabulous. Oh if he thought it was possible, Perun would say he was falling in love! ..But he and a about a third of the world and their distant cousins knew there was no way in Hell that Perun would ever fall in love. That was like Batman defeating Superman, completely impossible. (Yeah I went there)
"That sounds just lovely" he smiled nice and big and threw his arm around the man's shoulders. He could be affectionate and all that. No one could see him. In fact, that gave him and idea. He chuckled to himself, leaving his plans a secret. He just went on smiling, trying not to give away that he was planning some devious things. They weren't related to this exact moment anyway. "I'll take anything you want to give to me" he whispered this in the man's ear, getting much closer than was necessary. He let out a heavy breath, letting it blow over the man's skin before he moved in for the kill. Now was when he devious plotting was relevant. He made a move to lightly nip at the man's neck, not sure whether or not his sharp canines would break skin or not. Either way he was plenty skilled enough to know that he was doing it right. His tongue darted out right after his bite, aiming to lick over the bite in the most sensual of ways. He wanted to see how much of this he could get away with if he were even able to get this far. Getting people all hot and bothered and begging was always fun. It reminded him of how absolutely desirable he was. He would take every ego boost in the world.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 7, 2013 10:52:53 GMT -5
While Jack was not exactly complaining about Perun whispering in his ear, he was still wary of the Togabito’s advances. He wanted a piece of his booty as much as the next guy, but there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he was trusting Perun. He’d had too many of them try to stab him in the back – quite literally, more often than not. It was practically taking all he had to remain loose and to play along, but it wasn’t beyond him. The Consecro could deny it all they liked, but Jack’s ability to get into multiple people’s pants – sometimes at the same time – was pretty handy.
Jack remained oddly stoic when Perun nipped at his neck – most likely because he was trying to show some kind of display of power, but the possibility of him just having been conditioned to such a thing was there as well. Regardless of reasons, Jack simply tuned his head to look to Perun, and chuckled lightly. Admittedly, Perun was good at what he did, but then again, so was Jack. Some little nip on the neck was hardly going to set him off, even if his body’s natural reaction said otherwise. He simply kept walking, ignoring the minuscule amount of blood that had had to practically force its way to the surface.
It didn’t take long for them to come to a rather quaint little shop – certainly not the biggest store in town, but through its windows, was a virtual treasure trove of clothes. The stock wasn’t as large as the big-name chains, and you’d probably be lucky if you did manage to spot something in there that had a designer label on it. In fact, judging by the sewing machine in the corner, all the clothes were made on-site, and if the customer was willing to fork out a little more, they were made-to-order. Jack opened the door, and nodded at the clerk – someone he knew, but only as a friend.
The store was kept open for twenty-four hours a day, for reasons nobody could fathom. It wasn’t really the sort of thing anyone questioned, it just happened. What also happened, was the scent of fabric hit Jack like a tone of oddly fragrant bricks. Yes, the smell was strong, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was kind of nice. Jack silently berated himself, not for reducing himself to eating pot noodles for a month, but because he never visited the store enough.
“Let me guess,” the clerk said lazily, “You’ll be paying later?”
“Paycheques don’t get processed this early in the morning.”
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Post by Perun Crevan on Oct 11, 2013 16:57:32 GMT -5
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✖ MAKE YOU SAY OH MY! FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY. LOOK SO GOOD I MIGHT DIE. HEAD DOWN, SWAYING TO MY OWN SOUND. ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME WORDS 523NOTES FaggotorySTATS HAN: 9 REI: 7 HAK: 11 SEI: 8 BUK: 6 HOH: 9 He didn't get a lot of reaction from the man. Wasn't he just the cool guy? Perun got a bit of a smirk on his face and some rather naughty thoughts in his head. He was obviously going to just have to get a little more creative and try some more extreme things. He was completely fine with that too. It was a goal to get this man like jelly before they left the store. Or maybe by the time they got to his house. It would just be a pain in the ass to have to wait for his clouded mind to pay for whatever he wanted. That turned out to not even be an issue though. This man wasn't going to have to even pay. It was like all of the free shit Perun could have wanted. Well, it was free for now, and that was Perun's only concern. Running up the man's debt was the last issue Perun had on his mind.
He took the man's hand and led him over to a few racks. Moving clothes would be weird if no one was there to move them. He needed Jack right there with him. Taking action to not freak out the shop owner was just a cover really. Perun wasn't really even looking at the clothes he was sifting through. To be honest they didn't spark his interest in the slightest. He knew from the moment he heard a sewing machine that he would not be finding a thing here. In places like this the menswear usually sucked. Apparently sewing for huge boobs was easier than making something straight. Perun wasn't about to question it though. Huge boobs were probably way more important.
So instead of looking through the clothes made of fabrics that didn't agree with his spoiled skin, he turned his head so he could look back over his shoulder where his sweet little human play thing should have been. He'd be really upset if he wasn't there. If he was though, he would be met with a nice kiss to his jaw, and a few more that got dangerously close to his lips. It wasn't time for that though. Perun was just giving him a taste. At the same time, his hand reached back, finding that annoying chainmail vest. That thing really just needed to get the fuck out of his way. His hand made its way to the bottom of the vest, lifting it up out of his way, his nails purposely raking over the man's skin, running his fingers in places he knew would be more sensitive to the touch. "Can't you take that thing off?" he questioned in a cute tone, lifting it off further. "You're going to have to sooner or later right?" His voice was quiet even though nobody else would have been able to hear him even if they tried. To be honest Perun was ready to tear the thing off of the man, not all that worried about breaking it. Sure it would be a waste. When had he cred about wasting things though, especially random armor?
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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 28, 2013 19:19:21 GMT -5
While he did not show it, Jack was a little offended that Perun had shunned the clothes hung up. They weren't designed by some famous designer, sure, but to Jack, all designer clothes looked the same. plus, the material they used was usually sub-par - no matter what anyone said, the clothes that got pumped out of sweat shops never seemed to feel comfortable on his skin. While he was there, Jack decided to pick out a few things for himself anyway - he needed a new coat, anyway. Autumn was never a pleasant time of year, and he needed something to keep him warm. And, frankly speaking, his faithful trench coat was wearing a little thin.
By now, Jack was getting a little irritated with Perun, even with the kissing. Was a quick shag really worth all this? He could blow the little shit's head clean off, right there and then, and nobody would notice - or care. At least, that was what he thought. He knew for a fact that the shop's owner wouldn't give a damn, just as long as he didn't make a mess. In fact, Jack was sorely tempted to just don his metal armour, and take a well-needed swing at a certain someone's head. He didn't entertain the possibility of electricity, but the exoskeleton at least held some resistance. Not to mention the padding.
Lifting the vest was the last straw . Though he managed to keep his cool, for the most part, Jack still had to take action. He grabbed Perun's wrists, and spoke. Oddly enough, it was with a low, sultry growl, as opposed to a more irritated tone Jack felt he needed to use.
"I wouldn't take that off if I were you. I can name three reasons why, and trust me, all of them are kinky. You think I wear this for style?"
Had he not been concerned about causing a scene, however, Jack would have either activated his sigil, or he would have given Perun a rather intimidating glare. While he wasn't exactly wrath incarnate, few would expect to see him glare in such a way.
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Post by Perun Crevan on Oct 30, 2013 13:57:56 GMT -5
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✖ MAKE YOU SAY OH MY! FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY. LOOK SO GOOD I MIGHT DIE. HEAD DOWN, SWAYING TO MY OWN SOUND. ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME WORDS 464NOTES This got so Gay so FastSTATS HAN: 9 REI: 7 HAK: 11 SEI: 8 BUK: 6 HOH: 9 He was taken off guard by the man's assault on his wrists. He looked down to the man's hands with questioning in his eyes, before his gaze went back up to the man's face. His expression changed to an annoyed one. Who did that guy think he was? Perun glared ahead as the man spoke, though he didn't really want to listen. The human thought he could reject one of his whims. That was far too much for Perun to deal with. He didn't care what kinky reasons this man could possibly come up with.
He didn't try and pull his hands away from the man. Actually it was better than he was holding his wrists like that. It made it easier for Perun to punish him for the way he was thinking. Out from his fingers came ten formations of lightning that resembled claws when they were fully extended to their full eight inches. In the short time it took them to extend, Perun had already been angling his fingers down so that their was a good chance of them piercing the human's hands or wrists. Not only would he draw blood, but he was pretty sure the shock would create even more pain from the attack. A moment later he opened his hands back up, giving a pull to try and get them out of Jack's grip. For extra measures, he drew his foot up, revealing that ten more claws had formed from his toes, being a total of a foot in length. He sent a swift kick to the man's abdomen, aiming for that annoying vest as well as pushing the man away. He wondered how lightning would effect that thing. He couldn't imagine it being that enjoyable.
He took a few steps backward, glaring over at the human who had dared to deny him. "I don't think you really understand what's going on here" he spoke in an angered tone. sure, the man had likely caught on why Perun had approached him and why he had hung around. It didn't seem he realized how serious it was to think of saying no to him though. He had no idea what Perun was, nor of how much he had fucked up with that little move of his. "I don't really care about your reasons. You'll be taking that thing off. Right?" though it was phrased like a question, his tone and the look on his face told otherwise. He was ready to tear the thing off of him and Jack wouldn't much like what would follow at that point. Perun didn't care about starting a scene. nobody could see him anyway. What was this man going to do, claim there was an invisible man attacking him? He doubted that.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 30, 2013 19:08:08 GMT -5
Though Jack was initially taken by surprise, he managed to minimise the damage taken. Blood was drawn, and though the resulting wounds stung, the pain could be ignored for now. The real kicker came in the shock eh received - and, he had to admit, it wasn't exactly pleasurable. But, eh had suffered worse by better, and he wasn't going to let some self-assured little prick take him down. Not when he himself held the statistical advantage. He let Perun out of his grasp - practically pushing him away as he did so - and sidestepped, the claws only managing to leave a slightly-bleeding scratch on his right cheek.
"I think we're well past that now, mate. I guess this means dinner and a movie's off as well. Too bad, you would've made an interesting shag, for what you're worth."
Jack activated his sigil, and his quick - if flashy - transformation began. The shopkeeper simply rolled his eyes, as if this sort of thing happened to him all the time. He was only slightly spiritually aware, but he at least knew what Jack was doing. Not that he liked it, as it would likely wreck the store. Nevertheless, he didn't quite have the authority to kick them out.
Jack's metal exoskeleton covered him, and though his vulnerability to electricity was noted, it would at least not be as much as if he were still naked - the padding inside saw to that. Without warning, he used his jets to push himself off the ground at astonishing speed, and without warning. He aimed himself at Perun, hoping to catch him in his grip, and take the fight outside. Preferably by using him to make a large hole in the wall. If he missed, however, he would cut the jets, and assumed a fighting stance while facing Perun. He hadn't trained for nothing - he would attempt to adapt, no matter the situation.
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