STRIFE

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[ofhxrts]

“Gonna take me back to your place?” Ches asked, tracing his finger over the male’s arm. “Alright let’s go,” he said leading the male outside, using his pheromones so that the rest of men at the bar wouldn’t remember a thing. “Got a car?”

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“It’s parked outside the building.” Caleb removed himself from the chair he sat on, closing the space between the two bodies, standing tall, taller than the man. He removed his jacket and placed it around Chesare’s shoulders, covering him in sleek black leather, already warmed up by Caleb’s corporal heat. “Can’t have you walking around like that outside of here.” Said Caleb, taking off, expecting the other to follow.

[ofhxrts]

“I’m 18. I’m just born to be bad.” Ches giggled pressing his lips on Caleb’s. “Come on now, tell me you don’t wanna fuck a little, or a lot? Depends on if you’re any good.”  Chesarè stood, his feet cold on the floor. A smile tugged at his lips, as he entwined his fingers with the male’s, guiding him to the counter. 

“They say that I have the best ass around these parts, is it true? he teased, pressing his body on Caleb. “Come on now, don’t be shy, should I get on my knees for you?”

[awalkthroughthestorm-blog]

Caleb refrained from kissing him back to feel that he is in control-- to feel praised, however, his eyes closed shut every time he dared to press onto his lips. “They definitely got my attention, that’s for sure.” 

Caleb lightly chuckled at the offer he was given. He stands up, still so very close to the other person.  “I’m not shy.” Says Caleb, “Why don’t we just skip all of this and go somewhere?”

[ofhxrts]

Ches smiled into Caleb’s lips letting the sway take him, almost pouting when it ceased so quickly. The boy ran his hands up and down the male’s chest, feeling the friction of his fingers against Caleb’s skin, every muscle adorning the male’s body, Ches admiring it with the sweetest tantalizing touch. He loved being called a kid, yes he was young, but he’d lived a life full of crime, obsessed with pleasure and power, and a point where it all mixed with death and the despair of his pray    pure ecstasy, as they say.

His fingers found themselves latching onto the flimsy locks on Caleb’s hair, pulling the male back as Ches wandered his lips across the nape of his neck. His breath soft on the other’s skin, as he stifled sighs and laughter, loving the minute reactions. “Still, it sounds like fun, so why don’t you bend me over that counter over there and show me just how much I don’t know?”

“The name’s Chesarè Rose Wilson, and you wonder boy, might just become my favorite.” He pointed out as he played with Caleb’s palms, entwining their fingers and memorizing the patters on his hands. “Do you wanna dance?”

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“You’re getting ahead of yourself, kid.” Said Caleb, smiling as he glanced at nowhere in particular. His hand leads his arm around Ches to give him support. “Does fornication count as dancing? ‘Cause that’s what this seems to be leading to.” 

Caleb knew this kid just wanted a slice of the good life, striving for fun and ecstasy, not caring if they self-destruct in the process. In a way sort of like himself, but wilder. 

“How old are you, even? 20?”

[ofhxrts]

The night was brimming with electricity, and his heart pounded as Chesarè hoped for excitement. He placed himself on the male’s lap as he leaned into his ear. “Come on now, if you’re so grumpy about it, show me just how fun you can be.” With a slight chuckled his lips traced a patter across Caleb’s skin, as his blue eyes stayed tame on the man’s glare. “The boys won’t mind us sugah, we can have all the fun we want. Now don’t lie, I can tell you want me.”

[awalkthroughthestorm-blog]

Admittingly, Caleb was taken by surprise when the boy went out of his way and dared to sit upon his lap. He eyed the boy with a half-glare, noticing just how comfortable he was in his own skin. He allowed Chesare a moment on his lap, which in Caleb’s perspective was a privilege. 

To feel someone drawing breath so close and personal sparked a warm sensation in his abdomen that was indescribable to Caleb, and the closest word for it he knew of was thrill.

Two fingers ran down the side of Chesare’s face, and upon reaching his chin, Caleb grasps the boy’s face. Eyes locked together, sharing the same oxygen. “You don’t know what you’re getting into, kid.” He said.

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[ofhxrts]

“Because unlike you, I know how to have fun,” Chesarè mocked as he glided on the pole, the room spinning, and every time he’d see Caleb again, he would lock eyes with the male and grin. “That’s just the thing, you must like what you see for you to be so focused on what I’m not wearing.” After halting his dance he made his way towards Caleb, strumming his fingers along the male’s hair as he coyly circled him. “You look pretty boring to me, wonder boy, am I right on this?”

[awalkthroughthestorm-blog]

Caleb hadn’t got a clue as to why this boy decided it’d be a good idea to approach him. People usually tend to avoid Caleb and for a good reason-- even the breath he exhaled was filled with hostility. “The word fun is subjective. What’s your own personal definition of fun, GoGo boy Jr.?”

[ofhxrts]

The bar was almost desolate, lit only by dim lights that sloppily swung from the ceiling. Lethargy was basically seeping from every nook that held the place together, and Chesarè was never one to be dull. With a few drinks in his system, the boy began to undressed as he made his way towards the sole pole that stood in the bar. Shirt, and pants were off the only thing left was that flimsy piece of underwear accentuating his features. He sighed, as he recalled he couldn’t bring the attention he most wanted. With the sway of his hands he lets his pheromones float in the air, and he pinpointed the targets that he wished to not have their eyes glued on him, all but one. His skin akin to the pole, Chesirè danced as if he was back working in the slums, the place where he learned to entice others with some mere moves on a sleek pole. Batting his eyes at Caleb, he spoke up, “What are you looking at, wonder boy? Cat got your tongue?” He said with a smirk.

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Caleb kicks on the bar’s counter with his leather boot, turning the rotating chair until he was face-to-face with the boy. “Well, you’re dancing on a pole in the middle of a club,” Says Caleb. “Not only that, but half-naked.” He adds. His tone was condescending; his face slightly tilts to the side, eyeing the Chesire from head to toe in a judgmental stare, then locking his eyes upon his for a response.

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Alcohol travels down the man’s throat as he slams the glass down on the counter. It’s been 30 minutes since the taste of alcohol made him cringe but now, this being one of many shots taken, Caleb couldn’t feel anything but the burning sensation going down his throat. He turns his head to look over his shoulder; eyes darting at a boy, thinking what the hell is this kid doing

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"more-than-you-expected:

"Yeah let me just call my family right now and ask them. Nothing like a quick seance to start the day. Yeah they all say it’s just me." The boy responds with his normal amount of sarcasm. "But we’re here now, what sort of torture do you have planned for me today?"

Caleb rolled his eyes and pretended-- completely ignored the fact that Darren kept up with his sarcastic remarks. "Today," says Caleb as he puts down his bag and unzips it, revealing a arched stick with a tied string-- an airow gun-- another kind of bow. "I will be shooting paint balls at you and you're gonna try not to get hit." 

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"Firm stance," she echoes as she does what is asked of her. It feels kind of weird that she was following someone’s orders— but since she wanted to learn this so badly, she obliged. "Hook arrow, draw back," she muttered to herself as she notched the arrow. She twists her torso, drawing the string back. She takes even breaths as she listens to each word. Before of course he added the tip. "Wait— what? Flick back and down—" she looks at her wrist and flicks it in different directions, trying to figure out what back and down actually meant.

[awalkthroughthestorm-blog]

"When you draw the string you have to aim, and then when you feel like you're ready, you need to pull the string back further, that's gives it a better impulse. That's when you lower your hand down-- Think of it as if your hand was flapping right as you shoot the arrow." Caleb tries not to roll his eyes or loose his patience.

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"I dunno if you’re a werewolf or chupacabra or whatever, but you see we humans like to do things after the sun comes up in the sky. Not 4 in the morning." He sighs with a sarcastic expression.

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"Is complaining a family thing or is it just you?" says Caleb, immediately sighing afterwards. It's cold and he holds his arms crossed in front of his chest as clouds form from his breath.

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[Veronica raises her brow at him when he hands her the compound bow. It has always been a struggle for her to respect people of authority. But she considered his suggestion carefully as she eyed both of the bows.] Well, I guess you’re the expert here.[She returns the recurve bow back to its place and takes the compound bow in Caleb’s hand. She tried not to soon too excited] So what do I do first, coach?

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          "First thing: you have to find a firm stance. One foot in front of the other; your body should be facing the target sideways." Says Caleb, giving her some space for her to assume a stance. "Next you hook the end of the arrow to the string, and then you draw the arrow back-- but don't just draw it. Use your body to help you draw the arrow by twisting your torso." Caleb observes her muscles and how they would react to the string's pressure. "Last steps: you aim while holding the end of the arrow close to your cheek, you aim with both eyes, and you fire." Caleb takes digs for more information he might have to tell her, and there was. He remembered one of the most important details. "Take note: when you're firing an arrow, flick your hand back and down as you let go to make things smoother."

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