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Thomas Raith ([personal profile] emptynight) wrote2009-10-28 04:20 pm

This is the night that never ends...

A few minutes of quiet and the scent of gunpowder managed to do what all the interminable talking had not: clear Thomas' mind to the point where he could actually stand being in his own head. Still, just because he wasn't in danger of hurling insults or spewing his guts didn't mean he wanted to see any of the housemates who had been informed of his departure. Not just yet, at least. After a good day's sleep, he'd be more sociable.

So Thomas bribed one of the grips to sneak into the kitchen where Isaac was holding court with something that smelled amazing and bring back a bottle of every kind of liquor in the bar. Thomas contented himself with sitting on the patio, a bottle of bourbon at his elbow, as he took the Desert Eagle apart and began wiping down the interior.

((Tag Vlad))

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Vlad had seen Alice safely on the ground and into the house, but the sun wasn't quite up yet and he didn't intend on sleeping, anyway. Wandering the lower floor, out of his ridiculous greaser costume and into more of his usual style.

Barefoot, his hair wet from rinsing out the gel, Vlad padded downstairs, looking for someone interesting. Drifting through the living room, his eyes drifted to the sliding door and the pool outside. There was still a bottle of Jack Daniels out there with his name on it.

Pulling open the glass door, Vlad strolled outside, and found something much more interesting that alcohol. A grin spread slowly over his face as he drifted closer. "This is where I make a pun about handling your weapon, isn't it?"

This was good. He could smile, and joke. The tension had faded to one razor-thin line, running through the back of his mind. It was easy enough to ignore. Or pretend to ignore.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"With the drinking? Oh yes. I'm afraid I don't know the first thing about guns."

Vlad settled into the chair nearby. The bottle he'd been looking for was gone anyhow; someone on the crew must have taken it. Reaching for whiskey now, Vlad twisted off the cap and took a long drink.

Watching Thomas' slim fingers put the firearm back together, Vlad pondered their dilemma. He didn't want to talk about it. Thomas didn't want to talk about it. But he needed to know something of what had gone on. Whether he and Lacci had patched things up, or she'd thrown half a room at him.

Picking up the bottle for another drink, Vlad settled on a very mild, "Settling in all right?"

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Good enough. Vlad gave a slow smile, cradling his own bottle of alcohol and watching Thomas store the gun with interest.

"Is that safe? What if you shoot off something vital?" Granted, even the vital bits could be grown back, but it would hurt.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Vlad held up his hands, grinning unabashedly. "It was just a question. You can't blame me for being curious." He also wasn't sure what a safety was, but one really didn't need more than a name.

Stretching out, he slouched gracefully, running a hand through his hair. His gaze drifted out to the trees, past the swimming pool. "I went out with Alice earlier," he remarked idly, swishing the liquid in his bottle idly. The alcohol was already making him feel a bit fuzzy. "She's absolutely delightful, just- energetic. I don't know how you managed to keep up with her for more than a couple days; I don't think I could."

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Vlad met Thomas' like with his own best lazy, arrogant grin. "Sorry Thomas. I never kiss and tell. But the dropping her from fourty thousand feet up and not quite letting her hit the ground helped, I think. Well, she was laughing anyway."

When he took another drink and set the bottle back on the table, Vlad settled against Thomas comfortably, still looking out over the lawn. Was that bush- shaped like a bear in a tutu? "She has a husband? Poor man." He did look sidelong at Thomas, speculatively. All three of them? Thomas, Alice, and whatever kind of person would marry her? He could see it.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I wouldn't charge for it. I'm picky about who I fly with." Especially since it was usually foreplay. Turning his head, Vlad looked up at Thomas. "But if you're ever interested, do let me know."

His gaze drifted down to linger on Thomas' lips, and Vlad frowned, just a bit. How disappointing. "You've hurt yourself. What a shame." His mouth twitched, but he managed to look serious when he met Thomas' gaze again. "Whoever you kissed last must have been pretty hot."

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Thomas' fingers were really very talented, and Vlad's head slowly tilted back to rest on the other man's shoulder, arching up against the touch just the tiniest bit. "Oh no. Lacci hates puns. You're safe." Nails scraped against skin, and he hissed, just a little. One of his hands had drifted down to rest on Thomas' thigh; now his hand clenched slightly, fingernails curling inward and scraping over denim.

But then the touch was taken away, which was more than disappointing. Things were just beginning to get interesting. But at the comment, Vlad tilted his head farther back to look up at the other man again - at the same time revealing a certain expanse of smooth pale neck.

It was trying, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Instead he spoke, tone casual. "Oh she did." And, because Thomas was needling him and he couldn't resist, Vlad added, "Twice." He shifted, straightening, stretching lazily, removing the hand that was drifting up Thomas' leg. "But I recover remarkably quickly."

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Vlad gave brief thought to dropping Pandora's name, kissing and telling or not. But not for long. He wasn't interested in a pissing contest, and taking offense at insults to his manhood wasn't in Vlad's nature.

Thomas fingers were on his neck, and Vlad couldn't help the brief rumble of pleasure, low in his throat. "Age doesn't have anything to do with it, boy," he smirked, "As I'm sure other members of your household would be quick to tell you."

Vlad took as much delight as letting someone else take control as his did having it himself. So Thomas' touching was only met with slow, sinuous movements, pressing up against those fingers, and his hand going back to Thomas' leg, sliding higher, fingers his leg through the jeans. "And if it did, you wouldn't know which end of a woman was up yet."

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Several answers, each dirtier than the last, flitted through his brain, but they all vanished entirely with a curious jolt of desire running through him that made Vlad arch reflexively into his touch.

The man was good. Vlad hadn't forgotten that. But he wasn't good enough to make Vlad forget what he was doing, and even as Thomas touched him through his (faintly uncomfortable now) black trousers Vlad himself was teasing, stroking too lightly to really get through the denim.

"It might," he finally managed breathlessly, his hips now rocking unabashedly into the touches, "Depending on what you're aiming for. You wouldn't want to go to touch her and realize you're caressing her nose, now would you?" Ignoring the button on Thomas' jeans, Vlad pulled down the zipper. One finger, still muffled by the cloth between them, moved down Thomas' length in one slow stroke.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
And that pretty much killed Vlad's ability to have a conversation.

Shuddering with pleasure, he arched up against Thomas' hand and moaned softly, suddenly unable to think about anything but that touch, which was really sending a ridiculous number of sparks flying under his skin. And doing the same to him, of course. Vlad managed to fumble the button on Thomas' jeans open, and followed suit, matching his rhythm easily.

It was easy to ignore the camera crews almost entirely (almost being the key word; Vlad did sometimes enjoy an audience,) - oh, especially when Thomas did that. But birds were singing, and the sky was getting lighter all the time. The first few times he opened his mouth, all that came out was a strangled noise. Finally he managed "we should," before the words degenerated back into unintelligible gargles of pleasure.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Vlad had been 'practicing' for closer to a century and a half. Though possibly not as rigorously as Thomas. But the other thing a century and a half had given him, that had already been sorely tested this evening under rigorous standards, was self-control.

The sky was nearly blue, birds were singing their fool heads off, and the hand pulling his hair sent fire right to those nerves Thomas seemed to enjoy touching.

No. Sky. Pay attention to sky. There were plenty of tables in the house.

Another strangled gargle and thrusting up into Thomas' hand later, Vlad managed "Inside." It was much harder to extricate his hand from Thomas' pants than it rightfully should be, and there was that twinge inside that side the sun was coming up. With extreme effort, Vlad pulled away, yanking Thomas with him by the wrist.

The kitchen door was closer, and the room now mercifully empty. Slamming the door behind them, Vlad pressed Thomas against the glass door. His hands reached, one to thread through his hair and the other to slip back between layers of cloth and wrap tight around sensitive skin. He went to kiss Thomas, taste him and bite, but at the last second he saw them again and, reminded of the other man's injury, pulled his head back to trail kisses down his neck.

Conversation was overrated.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh that was entirely unfair.

Vlad's pants were in a heap on the kitchen floor, and Thomas was making him squirm, gasping, while he finished undressing him entirely. For the moment, Vlad was unable to do anything but brace himself against the back of the counter and arch up shamelessly into the heated touch, a low moan escaping his mouth for every stroke.

When the shirt was unbuttoned, Vlad shrugged it off his shoulders and down around his wrists, opening his eyes to look up at the unfairly-clothed man with his irritating smirk who was tormenting him with strokes moving far too slowly. He tried to articulate, say something, even if it was to beg for more - but all he managed was a strangled version of Thomas' name.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-31 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Vlad didn't often sleep with men. Not that he had a problem with it- the opportunity just seemed to come up less. Still less often did he bottom.

And he'd never found anyone who could make him squirm like Thomas did.

Anyone else, he would have been trying to press close, pull open that shirt, taste his skin and maybe bite into him - but the want was too strong, too much of a frenzy, for Vlad to do much but twist and moan, like a boy at his first time.

Fingernails scratched down the kitchen cupboards. Hips pressed upward - Vlad was already crying out, trying to urge Thomas' teasing faster, harder. Throwing back his head, denting the wooden cupboard doors, Vlad groaned slowly, pressing his hips up into Thomas' hand. "Please." It was a tortured word, laced with want. It was also more moan than actual speech.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-31 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
Vlad shouted, his chest arching, even as Thomas pressed deep, that hand touching him in all the right places, and release crashed down around him. He was still moving, arching his hips, until the cries faded to low moans and his arms - and the legs that had at some point wrapped around Thomas' waist - felt like wet noodles.

Sighing, his head fell back weakly into the dent in the cupboards his head had made earlier. Several seconds were just taken up with breathing. Then, eyes still closed, his head slowly began to shake, a smile on his face. "I am naked in your kitchen." This seemed like a rather important phenomenon. "My sister could walk in at any moment. Or worse - Edward."

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-31 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm. You're right; about Lacci at least." He smirked, managing to stand and shimmy into his boxers. "Well, it's usually more of a disgusted string of swears, actually. And no. I suppose it doesn't." He grinned easily, content to lounge back against the counter for now, letting it take most of his weight.

Vlad's eyes drifted to his pants, calculatng whether he'd make it or not. He wouldn't risk it for now. Instead he turned back to Thomas, the grin widening into a smirk. "Would it be horrifically sentimental to say that I missed you?"

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-31 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
Vlad caught the pants automatically, and his smirk slipped a notch. "Well. It's not everyday I get a compliment like that." His tone was just as flippant as it had been, but he took a moment, redressing, to not look at his companion.

Repantsed, Vlad picking up his shirt from the counter and shrugged it on, though he didn't button it quite yet. "I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for coffee." He arched an eyebrow at Thomas as he moved toward the pot. "Want me to pour you a cup?"

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-31 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
A cup and a half of coffee in hand, Vlad snagged a bottle of whiskey on the way to the table. "She does seem the type." His tone was amused but fond. "But maybe I'll luck out, and she'll be too busy scolding you to notice that I'm awake as well." He set the half-empty mug in front of Thomas as he settled, and spiked his own coffee liberally. "Want some? It's the only way to drink it."

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-10-31 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Espresso, right. I'll keep that in mind." The question seemed a little... out of nowhere, and Vlad raised an eyebrow. "I don't think it'll be a problem." If he could just survive their first attempt, he might be too much of a nuisance and they'd settle down to wait. It shouldn't take long. "I promise to sleep before I start raving." Hallucinating was so unattractive.

"But... thanks? For the offer?" He was trying to be helpful. Probably.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-11-01 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The mug was halfway to his mouth at this curious pronouncement. Vlad paused, staring at him carefully, then set the mug back down.

Lacci used coffee to stay awake? When? Why? Did it have anything to do with her new Cullen-inspired eyes? Whatever had happened, she hadn't 'taken too well' to it. Had someone knocked her out and thrown her into a closet?

It was starting to become clear to him, why they'd taken away his television.

Vlad tried to sound calm, but he couldn't help a slightly narrowing of his eyes. Not necessarily at Thomas. "What happened." It wasn't a question.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-11-01 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't long into the story before Vlad's faced smoothed into an expressionless mask. It remained that way until several long seconds after the story was finished. For Thomas though, the man was a horrible mess of migraine-inducing emotions. Hate and rage were the main themes. But through that, streaks of protectiveness, hurt, and a hint of guilt wove their way.

After that silence, everything Vlad was feeling condensed down into one single, bright point, and he snarled. Mug in hand, he pushed back from the table, stood and turned in one motion, and hurled the cup at the wall. The plaster itself received a dent; the glass shattered, and a puddle of ceramic shards tinkled to the floor.

He stood there for a moment, staring at the place it had hit, his hands clenched tightly into fists. The snarl still lurked on his face, and Vlad's eyes were a little glazed. If anyone had asked - though he probably couldn't speak - he would have told them that he was fighting to stay in that kitchen, and not try and take off into the burning light of day to find the lawyers responsible and kill them very slowly.

[identity profile] bad-vlad.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Vlad closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath that didn't help in the slightest. When he opened them again, he turned slowly to look back at his companion. His eyes weren't quite back to normal, and his smile was utterly humorless and bitter. "It wasn't. But that's why they were really trying to keep me out." His gaze was already moving on, to the doorway, and when he spoke again, it was quiet murmur. "Excuse me, Thomas." He strode out without another word.

Vlad needed to calm down. He needed to pace his room until he wore a track in the carpet. He had no idea if or when Alice might seek him out, but if she saw him like this, she'd ask awkward questions.

Also Edward may or may not get punched from keeping that from him. Not that it would hurt the boy. But it would make Vlad feel better.