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[He manages not to wince, but it's such an effort that he strongly suspects he'll just collapse when the grip is gone. This whole thing feels like Russian Roulette and he's running out of empty chambers.]
Show you what?
Show you what?
[The funny thing is, it doesn't even take any effort to be convincing. There's no lie behind it when he presses his mouth against Petre's - this is something he does desire, and would likely have given into already if it didn't come with such a heavy price.
In fact, his kiss is hungry, almost desperate for everything he can't allow himself. The madness that would come along with any step beyond this one is something he won't accept, but in this single, delicate moment, he kisses like he could go over that cliff without so much as a push.]
In fact, his kiss is hungry, almost desperate for everything he can't allow himself. The madness that would come along with any step beyond this one is something he won't accept, but in this single, delicate moment, he kisses like he could go over that cliff without so much as a push.]
[ harry's leading the way back to his room, still acting like he's high as a kite. boom. pow. fireworks. his head keeps buzzing while he holds any energy he didn't let petre have still. he'll be normal and then jolt back up again. ]
What's your poison of choice, Petre?
What's your poison of choice, Petre?
"Should" doesn't matter much when it comes to mutants.
[The comment about Cerebro makes him snort coldly.]
Yeah. The king with his little crown. Watching over his subjects. Makes me fucking sick. How'd they take three years with this thing around? C'mon, it's not this way anyway.
[Everything is very lab-like, all lit in the same cool blue light, but there's no science happening here - just uniforms on display and doors they can't open. He's confident, when he gets to the door to the jet hangar, that he can get it. Somehow, through massive shit-stirring, he knows the code.
But somehow when he enters it, the corridors all go black.]
[The comment about Cerebro makes him snort coldly.]
Yeah. The king with his little crown. Watching over his subjects. Makes me fucking sick. How'd they take three years with this thing around? C'mon, it's not this way anyway.
[Everything is very lab-like, all lit in the same cool blue light, but there's no science happening here - just uniforms on display and doors they can't open. He's confident, when he gets to the door to the jet hangar, that he can get it. Somehow, through massive shit-stirring, he knows the code.
But somehow when he enters it, the corridors all go black.]
It matters.
[ he's looking at the x door and lingers for a second before following after john again. it's a curious thing. dangerous, he thinks. always three steps behind now, swinging arms at his sides with still uncontrollable energy.
he moves next to a case while john puts the code in ]
You know, I think the professor has a bondage ki--- ...[ oh there go the lights. he moves next to john quickly ] I didn't do it.
[ he's looking at the x door and lingers for a second before following after john again. it's a curious thing. dangerous, he thinks. always three steps behind now, swinging arms at his sides with still uncontrollable energy.
he moves next to a case while john puts the code in ]
You know, I think the professor has a bondage ki--- ...[ oh there go the lights. he moves next to john quickly ] I didn't do it.
No, shit, this never -
[And then there are flashlights bobbing toward them through the pitch darkness, and John doesn't need to see a single face to know that he's brought down the wrath of the staff somehow. Fingers slipped, maybe, wrong code and it set up an alarm.
He pulls out his lighter, still high and ready to fight every single one of them, and about a split-second later they're in detention.]
[And then there are flashlights bobbing toward them through the pitch darkness, and John doesn't need to see a single face to know that he's brought down the wrath of the staff somehow. Fingers slipped, maybe, wrong code and it set up an alarm.
He pulls out his lighter, still high and ready to fight every single one of them, and about a split-second later they're in detention.]
[John's own head is pillowed on his folded arms, and he lets out a groan.]
You didn't tell me I'd come down off this. [Maybe he didn't know. It was a unique high, after all.] I just went after the whole staff with my lighter. I'm gonna get lockdown for the rest of my life.
You didn't tell me I'd come down off this. [Maybe he didn't know. It was a unique high, after all.] I just went after the whole staff with my lighter. I'm gonna get lockdown for the rest of my life.
My bad. [ he didn't know. fire's hard to predict and john's a unique case. ] I doubt you'll get lockdown. I had to tell them what I did so they could reason that you can't be held entirely at fault for that one.
[ he's looking side-long at him ]
Then I got a long lecture about how I'm new and probably didn't realize befriending you was a horrible idea.
[ he's looking side-long at him ]
Then I got a long lecture about how I'm new and probably didn't realize befriending you was a horrible idea.
[It doesn't even take him a second to respond. His hands are already moving to both hold John's face when he angles his head, responds the kiss in kind because he's tired, because his mind is wired from all those days and nights of being reckless and self-destructive. Later on he'll look back at this and realize he could never enjoy it properly, but relish on the fact that it happened in the first place. And that he remembers.
He opens his mouth, licks John's tongue, presses his lips and sucks softly, only to repeat the same kind of kiss until they've both exhausted each other. It's all fire, all energy, and Petre's mind continues to be set on one thing: have John. Consume him completely.
So a hand moves down to tug at his belt, bring their bodies closer together as he starts to unbuckle it with impatient hands.]
He opens his mouth, licks John's tongue, presses his lips and sucks softly, only to repeat the same kind of kiss until they've both exhausted each other. It's all fire, all energy, and Petre's mind continues to be set on one thing: have John. Consume him completely.
So a hand moves down to tug at his belt, bring their bodies closer together as he starts to unbuckle it with impatient hands.]
[He jerks away when he feels Petre's hands on his belt, suddenly aware both that he made a mistake in indulging even a kiss and that he may end up having to give more now that Petre's mind is apparently bent on it.
Fuck. Never assume he's being reasonable. Never.]
I've proven myself. [He's panting, flushed, obviously affected by the kiss but holding out on going any further.]
Fuck. Never assume he's being reasonable. Never.]
I've proven myself. [He's panting, flushed, obviously affected by the kiss but holding out on going any further.]
What, mutations aren't our birthright? [His eyebrows go up.] And anyone can take me on. Bring on whoever thinks they can handle it.
Shit. [He glances around the library, a sneer of distaste on his lips.] I won't miss this if you pull it off. Yeah, I skipped out on lockdown, but I still got the worse punishment.
[That perks him up a little, at least in a way - he's sitting up and laughing, but the laughter isn't exactly cheerful.]
Standard procedure. They know I hate it around here and I'll raise hell however I can. Any new friend I make, they figure I'm starting up a gang.
Standard procedure. They know I hate it around here and I'll raise hell however I can. Any new friend I make, they figure I'm starting up a gang.
[Even Petre looks exhausted when he opens his eyes to look back at John, almost like he was suddenly shaken awake from a dream. He's breathing hard, lips parted and full, red and wet, hands reaching for John's waistline again. He doesn't want to let go.]
I don't want to stop.
[He moves in closer again, turns his head to kiss John once, move to plant more kisses on his cheek, use his teeth and tongue on his ear and neck.
(He hasn't slept for two days. Maybe had sex with three different people during that time, got drunk and threw up. Smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes and stole even more than that from willing hands. This is the worst way to end that rampage of self-destruction, but he won't bring himself to care.)]
I don't want to stop.
[He moves in closer again, turns his head to kiss John once, move to plant more kisses on his cheek, use his teeth and tongue on his ear and neck.
(He hasn't slept for two days. Maybe had sex with three different people during that time, got drunk and threw up. Smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes and stole even more than that from willing hands. This is the worst way to end that rampage of self-destruction, but he won't bring himself to care.)]
Petre - [It's a gasp, almost a sound of encouragement, as Petre's lips move across his face and down his neck. There's a second where all he can do is tip his head, bare his neck for more of that licking and biting -
- but then he snaps out of it again, resisting the urge to shove Petre away (he still needs to use this, convince him that it's worth using to bargain away that order) and managing to just step back again for the necessary distance. Further this time, out of reach.]
Petre. [His voice is sharper, though not angry.] You need a shower and a sleep. Get your head on straight before you decide this is how you want it to happen.
[He must've developed some notions about how it'll be, right? Maybe not romantic ones, but at least better than this? It's the best John can come up with.]
Now I have proven myself.
- but then he snaps out of it again, resisting the urge to shove Petre away (he still needs to use this, convince him that it's worth using to bargain away that order) and managing to just step back again for the necessary distance. Further this time, out of reach.]
Petre. [His voice is sharper, though not angry.] You need a shower and a sleep. Get your head on straight before you decide this is how you want it to happen.
[He must've developed some notions about how it'll be, right? Maybe not romantic ones, but at least better than this? It's the best John can come up with.]
Now I have proven myself.
Edited 2014-10-02 23:43 (UTC)
Oh, c'mon. [He does, but he's got a grin on his face.] I actually like you. I don't wanna have to set you on fire.
I'm not exactly a fan of libraries either. At least if you were doing work outside you'd be learning some skill.
Hey, there's gonna be a lot of shelving books in my future.
[His smile is wry, but inclusive. He's already decided he likes this one.]
[His smile is wry, but inclusive. He's already decided he likes this one.]
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