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damned_institute2008-05-30 08:05 pm
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Nightshift 32: M61 - M70 Hallway
In all honesty, Tyki hadn't exactly expected what had happened during dinner. Though it was definitely strange to have woken up in his white side this morning, he hadn't given it too much thought beyond his initial surprise. It had probably something to do with his white side being a laid-back bum, but it simply hadn't come to mind just yet.
It happened after he had finished his dinner, when he was searching his room for something useful while the sun was about to set. The Noah within him had been dormant all day, as it usually was when he was in his human side. But something had changed all of a sudden, which was enough to make Tyki pause as he searched the closet. He knew what was going on, all too familiar with shifting from white to black, but there was only one little problem; he wasn't willing it himself. He could always shift through his white and black side whenever he liked, but now he had no control over it. At all. He couldn't stop it when white turned black, when his skin turned a darker color. It was beyond his own control...
And that didn't sit quite well with the Noah. If there was one thing he had to be careful about, it was losing control. Not being able to turn back. He didn't want to lose them, but...having both was fun.
But he quickly reassured himself. Hadn't he woken up here in his white side? Though he couldn't switch back now, there was reason enough to believe that it wasn't lost. It was too much of a coincidence, to shift to his black right after the sun had set. He didn't knew how, or why, but what if it was related to day and night?
At the very least, having his black side would make his stay a bit more interesting.
He removed his glasses, leaving them on his desk. There was no need for these now. Too lazy to do anything about his hair, he grabbed his flashlight and moved into the dark hallway. He had seen the area on his way to his room, and logic told him the row of doors held more rooms. Not really interested, he moved along.
On to some cigarettes first. He needed a smoke, already!
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It happened after he had finished his dinner, when he was searching his room for something useful while the sun was about to set. The Noah within him had been dormant all day, as it usually was when he was in his human side. But something had changed all of a sudden, which was enough to make Tyki pause as he searched the closet. He knew what was going on, all too familiar with shifting from white to black, but there was only one little problem; he wasn't willing it himself. He could always shift through his white and black side whenever he liked, but now he had no control over it. At all. He couldn't stop it when white turned black, when his skin turned a darker color. It was beyond his own control...
And that didn't sit quite well with the Noah. If there was one thing he had to be careful about, it was losing control. Not being able to turn back. He didn't want to lose them, but...having both was fun.
But he quickly reassured himself. Hadn't he woken up here in his white side? Though he couldn't switch back now, there was reason enough to believe that it wasn't lost. It was too much of a coincidence, to shift to his black right after the sun had set. He didn't knew how, or why, but what if it was related to day and night?
At the very least, having his black side would make his stay a bit more interesting.
He removed his glasses, leaving them on his desk. There was no need for these now. Too lazy to do anything about his hair, he grabbed his flashlight and moved into the dark hallway. He had seen the area on his way to his room, and logic told him the row of doors held more rooms. Not really interested, he moved along.
On to some cigarettes first. He needed a smoke, already!
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Re: M66
And suddenly... a sharp prick of pain, so unexpected that it made him jump and yelp a surprised "Ah!", and it was followed with another rush of trembling heat he was equally as unprepared for (his body reacted to that in more ways than one it seemed). A kind of thin whine from his throat and then that softer, stranger feeling again over that same area, and adrenaline faded a little to something else, his heart still racing. Was his human going to eat him after all...? He wasn't entirely sure he was opposed to the idea if it felt like this.
Faintly, he tried to form words through his gasps, his chest heaving. "Human... oh human... unh..."
He wanted something so badly, wanted him he was sure, to keep his attentions and stay so close to him... how hard it was to think, when his human did this to him!
kladj;lkjsa;klfjas |3
At the sound of his name (or, well, species name, but now was no time to quibble over what ZEX was calling him), he pulled back a bit, far enough to look ZEX in the face and make a noise somewhat questioning. Not that he stopped doing things; the hand he had slipped behind ZEX's neck was toying with his hair, fingertips rubbing his scalp lightly, and his other hand had slipped low enough to brush the edge of ZEX's pants.
humans are very fierce i've heard O3
Ah, his hair, that strange feeling, that faint addictive prickling through his body as he leaned towards his hand and his human was looking at him... ZEX stared back, his eyes still half-closed, face tingling and warm, breathing hard and his heart fluttering. Was his human going to stop? He wasn't sure he could bear it if he did, even if he was planning to eat him after all... he ran trembling hands along his human's sides.
"Please..." He wasn't sure what he was asking for, but there was a sense of urgency that he couldn't ignore. What was it that his body wanted...? His human's touch felt like it left a burning, tingling trail along his side that only seemed to intensify the lower it got, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to start kissing him again or just keep touching him or...
rawr. >3
With a small puff of misplaced laughter, Zelnick complained, "That's not very specific." Especially when Zelnick didn't really know what to do next-- but the kissing seemed to be working out well, better than well, so he dropped another trail of them. Mouth, jaw, neck (he paused for a moment over ZEX's pulse-- it raced like that for him?), a line along ZEX's collarbone. How convenient, that ZEX was already shirtless...
And thinking of clothing. His hand stilled for a few long seconds at the edge of ZEX's pants; he didn't know what to do-- well, he knew what to do, he wasn't dead, but the idea of doing it to someone else sent thrills of nervousness up his spine, enough to penetrate even the haze of feel-good hormones Zelnick was happily wrapped in. Instead, he just trailed his fingertips lightly across ZEX's hip and down the outside of his thigh. All that warmth, so close to him...
oh no, whatever will i do O3
Still kissing lower (he wasn't sure humans could do that, could they do it all over, how wonderful), and breathing hard, he arched his back to try and come closer to him, his human's hands keeping him from falling over backwards in his efforts. How could every part of a human be so sensitive... even though his human's hands glanced over his leg where he'd been bitten, he barely noticed the mild ache through everything else. It blocked out so many unpleasant feelings... humans were even more amazing than he'd thought, to be so focused on their pleasure...
i can think of a few things~
He did have the presence of mind to notice that he'd just skimmed over ZEX's wound, though; it was a sudden reminder of why he had come here tonight, intent on things other than making out with ZEX-- actually, focused on doing anything but making out with ZEX-- and he pulled his hand away, and then he pulled away. "This isn't why I'm here," he said, as seriously as he could while flushed and heart-pounding and breathing heavily. As pleasant as the kissing was... if ZEX pulled him back to kissing after this, he wasn't sure he'd try and stop again; the other man looked wonderful when filtered through dim light and hormones.
as long as i don't end up eaten O3
His human pulled away, and he tried to follow. "Don't stop..." escaped him before he was thinking clearly enough to know he could even talk, and he held onto him tightly, trying to pull him back. If there was any other reason for him being here, it could hardly override this, the two of them touching like this, embracing and connecting. There was nothing in the world as important as this to him now.
getting omnomnomed might not be a bad thing, though~ ;D
So he kissed ZEX, enthusiastically, running his fingers through his hair, relishing the feelings, the warm glow everything seemed to have taken on, the way he wanted to never stop. He let himself forget why he had said no earlier, why he had come here, everything else he should have been doing, every reason he had for not doing this with ZEX, and let himself be overcome with want.
((move to bedrooms y/n/not yet?))
so far i find it surprisingly enjoyable O3
There was a kind of thrill of relief and excitement both when his human assured him that he wouldn't stop (if this did result in him becoming a meal, he couldn't think of any better way to die) and then his human was pressed against him again, which robbed him of any other thought. Combined with his human's hands in his hair, his body suddenly over him and on top of him (was it possible for a human heart to burst from beating too hard? He hoped that wasn't the case), he was quickly drawn into the same kind of mindless lust, holding onto his human as the only solid thing left in his world. And what a beautiful, wonderful, luscious thing it was, oh...
bwahaha X3