Razzle Dazzle 'Em

(( Pokemon Original Trainer RP blog, open to all )) Hey hey! Don't mind me, just trying to travel cross country! Hoenn's a pretty nice place if I do say so myself (and I do say so myself) and I am sure there are many many LOVELY people here! If you would like to meet me, I'm always open and willing, so don't resist dropping me a line, doll <3

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Unexpected Encounter [Jack/Rabies]

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If Rabies exerted enough will, he could illusion the reflection in the water too. It was just… trickier. And there was something that was tugging at his nostrils– a familiar scent, but the scent was impossible out here in the almost-boondocks. Rabies was sure that the want for respectable company was just making him go crazy.

Until the low laugh and the smooth words caused him to turn around, surprise lighting up his face for a second and leaving him struggling for words. At least he wasn’t so shocked that the illusion dropped, but he did stand there gaping for a few seconds, debating between several different reactions before his eyes went half-lidded and he put on an extra inch over Jack and approached him, hands slipping under Jack’s chin to hold the man’s face.

“Now don’t you just look like the man of my dreams,” Rabies purred. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Jack. How long’s it been since Onsen?”

And what a beautiful time Onsen was. Rabies couldn’t help but have his gaze flicker across all of Jack, barely resisting pushing him down against the fountain as it was. Rabies needed distractions– but, of course, the ditto could have found someone else.

… Which would mean that Rabies would have to fuck him harder to get Jack’s mind off that someone else. The thought had a grin spreading across his features.

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Jack raised a brow as his eyes shifted upwards to keep them on the illusionist.  Someone just always had a need to show off.  That someone obviously being the zoroark.  At least when Jack showed off he almost always could put his money where his ever changing mouth was.  Illusions weren’t nearly as reliable.  The ditto couldn’t deny he still liked all the showy things Rabies could do that he couldn’t achieve himself.

“Man of your dreams?  Ever the charmer you are.” Jack said with a sly smile going across his mug, “I didn’t expect to catch your scent on the breeze either, but dropping in on you seems more exciting than watching children in Mauville.”

The pokemon chuckled a little, it had been much too long since that little trip.  He wanted to go on it the least, but he seemed to enjoy it the most out of their little group.  Even if he wasn’t nearly as eccentric as Salvatore.  

“I’d say it’s been too long since we last met, but we’re at the will of the humans we associate with, aren’t we?” He said quietly, one of his hands reaching to rest on the other’s hip, “You more so than me, but really what excitement is there out in Hoenn that could top someone like you?”

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Unexpected Encounter [Jack/Rabies]

Rabies needed Vixen away from the ranch as much as possible, which was damn near impossible now because she had hearts in her eyes for that country bumpkin of a boss of hers. Hell, Rabies didn’t give half a shit if she did, what Vixen did in her private time was no concern of his…

… But did it have to be with someone on the ranch?

Either way, Rabies had done a rather pissy thing today and used his flamethrower ability to burn the last of Vixen’s gummies. He didn’t care that Vixen got mad at him and now forced him to sit outside while she went shopping, he was more than happy that she was out of the ranch while he was able to get some city air and clear his mind.

He let his human illusion flicker into place, knowing that Vixen would take her sweet time– and even if she didn’t, the human hadn’t kept as many tabs on him as before. Something about her ‘change’, whatever that was. The Zoroark just needed some time to think.

He walked to the fountain at the center of the town and stared at his reflection. The damn thing showed his Zoroark form despite the human illusion. How cliche.

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Salvatore was a little scamp, if one could be so polite about him, and sometimes the old ditto needed to get away.  Just sometimes.  He knew the kid was starting to stick his nose into a little too much around Hoenn, but at least his camera man friend kept him from doing too much.  Even if Jack didn’t quite like him.  

Jack strolled the streets to get some air, Sal was in nearby Mauville for some ‘big story’ or some gossip, the pokemon couldn’t tell at times.  He swore he could smell someone familiar.  Someone he could say he missed in some manner of the word.  

His keen eyes caught the form he was looking for.  The foolish young pokemon that played human very well.  Jack walked quietly behind him, catching the true reflection the other had, a zoroark.  The man chuckled lowly at the other, good thing the fountain was flooded with people or he’d been busted.  

“No illusions in reflections?  Tsk tsk and here I thought you were top notch, Rabies.” Jack said smoothly as he walked up next to the zoroark and looked into the water.  His own reflection was spot on, as he took his sunglasses off to investigate it and make sure.

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Rabies / Jack - actually humans au

Boston, 1925

Rabies had raised his niece and nephew well, hadn’t he? Well, technically, they weren’t even related, but he had still raised those two little orphans well and now, in the dim electric lights and in the roar of the band, he had to marvel at how well he pulled this off. Those two criminals had carved an empire for Rabies in this speakeasy, and he didn’t have to lift a finger.

The dark skinned man chuckled to himself, swirling a glass of liquor in his hand when he saw someone slide up to him. Someone in a suit too nicely tailored for this end of town, with bright blue eyes and a wicked tongue that Rabies had the pleasure of tasting more than once.

“Evenin’, Jack,” Rabies spoke languorously. “’M amazed you got past security. I thought they knew your face by now.”

Rabies wasn’t terribly surprised to feel the jab of a gun in his gut, but he had to admit he was surprised to see nary a flicker of emotion on Jack’s face as he did so. Apparently all those nights spent together left the other just as cold as the first day they met. Rabies chuckled, shaking his head. “Really Jack? S’ rude not to let a man have his last drink, especially if you intend to kill him.”

Rabies’ lips were pulled from the lip of the glass, a snarl building in his throat as he was forced to stare at Jack. Those blue eyes that he had seen clouded over in lust at least three times, that only now glinted in violence. Rabies winced as Jack’s hand dug further into his hair, squeezing his eyes shut so he didn’t yell out in pain.

The pressure abated, and Jack sighed. His fingers fluttered down Rabies’ throat. “I don’t want to kill you,” Jack whispered. “But you’re on the wrong side of the law, Rabies. Maybe those children you work with don’t see it… But I sure as hell do.”

Rabies smiled, letting his eyes open. He scooted closer to Jack, fingers hooking around the other’s waist. “One more dance?” Rabies purred. “Just one more dance…”

“One more dance,” Jack agreed, in a way that was almost gentle. “One more dance, just for you.”

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Close Encounters [Jack/Rabies]

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Rabies smirked, watching Jack for a few moments as he ambled over to his location, still sitting on the edge of the bar, legs crossed but skirt hiked up even further, a flash of garter and a flash of tights all meant to entice the other.

After all, it wasn’t like he knew when he would be seeing Jack again, and the pokemon was the only other equal that Rabies had encountered on this playing field. There were few Zoroarks as it was, and certainly not any dittos. The only chance that Rabies was going to have fun was with Jack, and he was going to at least make it last.

So when Jack drew close, Rabies wrapped his legs around the man’s slim waist and pulled him close with his thighs in a swift, borderline rough movement, his fingers gripping his lapel as a wicked grin spread itself across his face. “If you tell everyone that,” Rabies purred, “I’m going to have to let the others know that there’s a ditto here roomin’ with the humans, and that won’t be any fun for either of us, mmmn?”

Already this was too much fun for Rabies, his eyes glinting in mirth as he watched the other.

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It didn't take a moment and the illusion covered zoroark snatched Jack close to him with his revealed legs.  The ditto didn't put up a fight, it was hard to as his hands managed to find the other once again.  This this time he set his hands against Rabies' bare legs and held them tight.

"How could you prove I'm a ditto, I'm genetically sound.  I am a human right now by way of biology."  He murmured to Rabies as his long fingers slowly trailed up the other's legs, "Such a scene doesn't sound enjoyable though, so I think we should keep those little secrets to ourselves."  His hands dipped under the skirt, "I think there's better sounds that can come from that mouth of yours rather than unfounded accusations of me."

Jack dug his fingers into Rabies' fake form once again.  The zoroark was especially tantalizing to him due to their similar situations, at least in the world of pokemon playing people.  It wasn't a big deal to him to make sexual dealing with people, he was able to be the same genetically so it hardly seemed wrong.  He also didn't particularly care.  Dealing with someone on the same level though?  It had a special spark to it, he liked it.

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Tokens of Appreciation [OnsenTrip Sabine/Sal]

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"You’re a journalist?" Sabine asked, turning to eye the short boy, "So, should I watch what I say then? Unless I want it to end up in a magazine or HoloFeed article, right?" The girl sighed indignantly, rubbing her temples.

"Ah yes, a ‘business conference’?" she asked, adding the fingered quotation marks, "Alright then, if you’re as good as your confidence suggests you are, what do you know about the Fallarbor Contest Hall attack?" Sabine dropped her cheek into her palm and swung an expectant glance at Sal.

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"Haha, no no!  I'm not THAT kind of journalist!  I'm a professional not some two-bit gossip panel.  I mean I like to keep in the loop, but I don't publicize every little secret."  He laughed out, a lie of course.  He was a gossip hound, though he preferred to think of it was finding the truth.  Dirt was interesting, knowing people's business was also interesting.

He blinked a couple times and held a finger up, "Just a moment."  Sal dug in his pockets and pulled out a little, bound notebook and flicked through the pages of almost illegible knowledge and gossip.  "Let's see.. Fallarbor was attacked by some poachers that have been since caught, including one that had been known by name from an earlier incident.  The attack was stopped by one Noël Laurent, a former Kalos champion who'd had his titled ripped from his for his genetically altered pokemon who is now an actor.  I'd been suspicious that he was around there with that gambling ring getting busted, but THAT'S gossip and I'm not in the business of spreading potentially false information."  He explained before he shut his book and looked at her with a smirk, "Does that satisfy, miss Sabine?"

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A Dry Weekend | Open

Sunday Afternoon, Patio Area

One would think that going to a fancy traditional Onsen Inn would consist of at least SOME time in the water. A dip in the large got spring baths, the communal baths, or even a private one. Maybe even to dip only the legs in. Bring a swimsuit and relax.

That wasn’t on Sal’s vacation plan list however, he didn’t even have a suit with him. Instead the journalist just sat in a chair on a patio of the Inn and wrote in a small notebook. Lots of thoughts, tidbits, and ideas to write about littered the pages in handwriting that seemed hardly legible. He did promise to his employer he’d write about the traditional Inn.

Sal leaned back in the chair and let out a small sigh.  There wasn't a lot that got the journalist down, he was normally quite upbeat about most anything he could work into a positive.  There was always a good side to any story, even if it was just life experience.  Though that's how he looked at it usually. 

Some weekends it was just a little hard to not be self conscious about having a prosthetic leg.

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Tokens of Appreciation [OnsenTrip Sabine/Sal]

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"Interesting isn’t exactly the right word," Sabine pulled out a packet of shrimp rice chips and chucked them onto the pile, "If I had to describe it, perhaps… ‘fucked up’?” Oh dear, those feelings were creeping back. The uneasy swirling in her stomach mixing with fatigue and inferiority. Sabine crouched down to gather up the rest of the coins on the floor and asked Alucio to take the mountain of snacks back to the room. He floated off obediently.

With a snort at Sal’s linguistic showing off, Sabine bought herself a tall can of lime flavoured chu-hi and flopped down onto one of the comfortable sofas. She cracked the top of the alcoholic drink and lightly chugged some, “So why are you really here at the Onsen Trip, Sal?”

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Sal's ever energetic smile grew bigger as Sabine talked.  He chuckled a little, "Fucked up?  That's the same thing as interesting, some of the most interesting things in journalistic history are also 'fucked up'."  He sounded upbeat about things that weren't so great, but he was being honest from his point of view.  

He watched the dream pig float off and then followed Sabine to sit down, still sipping at his fizzy drink.  Sal didn't skip a beat as Sabine asked a question that caught him off guard.  Not that he showed it, simply smiling at her like there could never be an alternate motive to his actions, "To relax and enjoy myself!  Why else would one come to such a lovely place?  I'm doing a small story on the Inn with my partner, Tyler, but why not relax while we're here?"

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Close Encounters [Jack/Rabies]

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That smirk. Jack’s fingers digging into his hip (and Rabies could feel it, beyond his crafted illusion that would numb him to some sensations, this time it didn’t) and pulled him closer, making Rabies grin wickedly and purr as he leaned into Jack. The other kept glancing down at Rabies’ outfit, which meant that he had done a good job and had gotten the other’s attention. More than that.

So it was time to make Jack work for it. It was only a brief snap of concentration for Rabies to make the other think he had disappeared when he merely squirmed out of the other’s grip. Fairly easy for him before he jumped up onto the bar (knocking one glass aside, whoops!) and sat at the far end, away from Jack. He let himself snap back into vision, skirt tugged up even further and legs crossed, looking at the other down the bar as he chomped a cigarette between his teeth.

"I disappeared out of the public eye!" Rabies cooed. "But it appears I’m back in it!"

He had more or less forgotten about any other patrons in the bar.

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One moment he was admiring a lewd, but certainly eye catching, outfit.  The next it was gone.  Not as in there was a different illusion in front of him, but that it'd vanished from sight.  Jack hummed to himself slightly and half lidded his eyes as his arms fell back to his sides.  He glanced around subtly for the tease, this had to be part of some little game of his.

His eyes snapped to a glass that got knocked over by seemingly nothing.  Something was haunting the bar, but it wasn't an ancient Hoennese ghost by any means.  He trailed his vision up the counter and sure enough there sat Rabies, back into normal sight.  His skirt was riding up even more.

Jack walked down the way, past a few people who had been too distracted by the phantom drink to see the real eye catcher, and spoke up, "You know that's not what I meant, mio caro.  You should be careful or someone will spread rumors about a zoroark gallivanting around without his trainer, picking up strange men."

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Tokens of Appreciation [OnsenTrip Sabine/Sal]

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A smirk rose on Sabine’s face when it became clear she had gained some ground on Sal, who’s confidence quickly diminished. “Don’t worry,” she chuckled shortly, turning back to the vending machines, “I wont tell on you. LeRoux and I don’t have that kind of father daughter relationship. Arceus though. LeRoux smoking marijuana in the middle of the highlands. I didn’t think he had it in him. Although, I am becoming increasingly more educated about my family’s history.” She thought back to her conversations with Noël and Uncle Thio. What would happen if she met with Mattieu and Franck and also picked their brains?

Sabine narrowed her gaze at his foreign mutterings, seeming to reprimand herself. Two could play at that game. “Je veux et j’exige du jasmin et des jonquilles~" she scolded herself in the same tone to poke fun at him. Translation: I want and demand jasmine and daffodils.

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Salvatore chuckled nervously and nodded a thank you to the other.  That didn't bother him, LeRoux's knowledge of him wasn't a big deal.  That wasn't what worried him, but that seemed like the obvious reason to he faked it.  "You already sound like you got an interesting family, sounds like fun!" Sal chirped, he loved interesting families.  Though he liked the ones that didn't arrange dangerous activities the most.  He could never be sure of what sort of family secrets people kept so he didn't dig deeper.

Sal blinked at the woman as she spoke foreign words back.  Too bad for her that they weren't THAT foreign.  He'd lived in Kalos for years of his childhood, in fact he moved there from Hoenn at a young age. "Je suis désolé , je ai non plus."  he said with a raise of the brows and a cheeky smile, "Vous n'êtes pas le seul qui peut parler Kalosian , mademoiselle Sabine."  Translation: I'm sorry I have none, You're not the only one who can speak Kalosian, miss Sabine.  

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Tokens of Appreciation [OnsenTrip Sabine/Sal]

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Sabine watched Sal in horror as he gleefully let her in on the secret. It raised a lot of questions. When did LeRoux start smoking the assumed weed? Where was he doing is so she didn’t even notice? How the hell was getting it?! She belatedly realised this person didn’t know his relation to LeRoux and other than the colour of her eyes, she looked nothing like him. 

"I’m his daughter," she informed shortly with a deadpan glare.

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"You're his... oh!  Oh shit, I am so sorry!  I didn't realize."  You could almost hear the squealing of Sal backpedaling.  Idle drug gossip with the man's daughter was not a good way to make new friends with new information, "Surprise, I guess?  I mean, it wasn't hard drugs, so that's a small plus!"  The journalist chuckled nervously and occupied is rambling mouth with the Ramune bottle instead.

After a good swig of it he smiled sheepishly at the other.  He didn't care about gossip or sharing LeRoux's secret drug use.  It was the shock that it was his daughter that threw him off.  He would have handled it differently if he knew.

"Buon Sal lavoro, Scopri chi qualcuno è prima di parlare di droga" He muttered under his breath in Italian, scolding his own choices.

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Close Encounters [Jack/Rabies]

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Rabies’ grin absolutely widened at Jack’s compliments. This was perfect. This was what he wanted. Not some horny human that reminded him too uncomfortably much of Drake. Someone who was absolutely unconnected to his trainers and who worked on the same scale between human and ‘mon.

But Rabies wasn’t easy, and he wanted to have his fun as well. He was just going to lead Jack on just for a little while, stepping in closer and pressing his knee between the other’s thighs while his fingers played along Jack’s chest, his nails just sharp enough for little pinpricks as his fingers sloooowlly worked their way up. “Do you really think I need to?” Rabies purred. “I mean, what about your clothes? Don’t you need to get out of them?”

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The little prick of a zoroark was going to be a tease, of course.  His new clothing screamed it as did his little actions.  Pressing his knee in between Jack's legs, stepping closer, and digging his sharp nails in.  Jack smirked wryly at the other.

"I'm dressed formally, pardon you."  He said lowly as he moved his hands to snake around Rabies' hips, "I think you, on the other hand, look inappropriate to be out in the public eye."

Jack dug his fingers into the other and pulled him tighter.  Tease or not, he couldn't lie that the illusion Rabies set up kept Jack looking down and back up to catch a glance of it.  It was like a cross between lingerie and a sexy Halloween costume.  Jack could only imagine what other scandalous things he had floating around in the head of his.  

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Bottoms Up And The Devil Laughs | Locke

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"I haven’t—" Locke unlatched his teeth from Jack and instead focused on biting his own lip. He screwed his eyes shut and withheld any sounds he possibly could. It was mortifying to be in the situation he was in, but damn if it didn’t feel good. The heir rubbed against the man’s hand, all needy and ready to make some more bad life choices.

And then as quickly as it started, it was over. His eyes opened and he snapped his head up to glare weakly at the dapper gent. “…I would agree…” He almost sobered up. Almost. He couldn’t just stop. Locke pressed his mouth into a firm, pouty line and fidgeted. He hadn’t done anything the entire time he’d been in Hoenn! He couldn’t do anything himself! And now that his pants were visibly tented the man just stopped!? Locke glared.

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Aw that glare, that pout, the poor, needy brat of an heir.  How could he be part of a horrid crime family responsible for much dismay in Salvatore's life.  Jack chuckled a little at the look he got.  Locke was frustrated, impatient and still so very drunk.  Not only all that, but how upset that he was about to be left high and dry.

Jack grabbed Locke's chin and made the heir look at him, but not move.  He mashed his mouth into Locke's again and flowered his jawline with hard pecks up to his ear.

"I have a previous arrangement, I apologize thoroughly.  Perhaps we can continue another time."  Jack whispered lowly into the other's ear before he pulled back with a nod, "I truly hope you can have a lovely night with another party, Mr. Cabrera."

With that he left Locke needy and alone and made his way toward a certain illusion disguised zoroark across the bar.

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Tokens of Appreciation [OnsenTrip Sabine/Sal]

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Sabine let out a short laugh, “I suppose so,” she shook her head hopelessly and leaned into the machine to slot in more coins. Oh! So he did know LeRou—

BANG. Sabine bumped her head hard against the glass of the machine before stumbling back, clutching her forehead. She knew her father used to be a heavy smoker and that he had slipped back into the odd cigarette on occasion.

”What do you mean ‘not-so-legal’," she hissed at Sal, gently massaging her forehead.

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Sal jumped slightly at the sudden bang of Sab's head against the glass, seemed like that was a bit of a shock to the girl.  She hadn't mentioned this LeRoux person was her father so he didn't quite get the shock.  People did illegal substances, it wasn't anything new.

"We-heh-heh-ell, miss Sabine, I don't think the bag he was sharing with my cousin was regular ol' tobacco."  Sal said under his breath with a wink, sharing his little secrets.  Secrets this woman didn't know.  It was impossible to keep the cheeky smirk of his off of his face as he drank more of the bubbly marble beverage.  

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Bottoms Up And The Devil Laughs | Locke

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The chuckle was encouraging. He sunk his sharp teeth further into the delicate lip and desperately wanted to break the skin. The Cabrera never got the chance as he pulled his mouth away to let out a sound he would have deemed embarrassing had he been in his right mind. Slowly the heir glanced down to see Jack’s hand tenderly rubbing at him through his pants. “Fuck…”

Locke practically panted from the touches as he leaned into the lovely hand and the taller body against him. Oh things were moving fast. And they were still in public. Despite the fact the room was spinning Locke was able to pick out a couple sets of eye that were set on the pair. His cheeks burned darker at their exhibitionist act. Shit, he didn’t want it to stop though—!

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Locke was having a hard time, in more than one way.  Continue his lewd display?  Get the attention he wanted at the risk of some nasty rumors getting spread?  Or even getting reprimanded by the staff.  It didn't matter to Jack, he could be someone else if he needed to be. Ah what a hard spot to be in.

Jack chuckled lowly at the way Locke leaned into him and seemed all too needy.  Maybe he would keep going, even if he hadn't planned to.. Jack mused it for a moment before someone familiar passed by the corner of his eye.  Someone who would be much more... interesting company than a little horndog of a child.

"You seem like you haven't had any intimacy in your life for a while." Jack mused as his hand stopped moving against the other, "A vacation is a good of time as any to unwind, I would say."

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Bottoms Up And The Devil Laughs | Locke

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Regret. Stupid. Sloppy. Locke wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders to keep his balance. Jack was how much taller than the Cabrera, so he was sure he wouldn’t mind being the support beam for the moment. The heir squeaked around the tongue that had been forced into his mouth, however pleasant it was. He tasted…odd. Like cigarettes and something else the he couldn’t place. 

When piano fingered hands squeezed his hips a small purr escaped him, which rumbled through their lip lock. Locke’s tongue traced itself right behind Jack’s upper row of teeth before he pulled it out and sunk his own teeth into the older man’s bottom lip. He wanted to bite so bad, hopefully the dapper gent didn’t mind too terribly much. Locke smirked against his captive before giving a small pluck with his own lips.

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What a sloppy little brat he was.  Drunk and hungry for any smooth words and touches.  He was a scandal waiting to happen.  Sal was going to love to hear about this later when Jack saw him again.  The ditto pushed back against Locke and reveled in the reactions from the needy tramp of a Cabrera.

Jack sucked in a breath of air as Locke bit at his lip and dug in.  He chuckled lowly at the smirk Locke had on his face.  He didn't mind much, though the ditto could feel pain just fine it was never a problem.  Sometimes it was a plus actually, but he wanted the upper hand in this exchange.  Jack rubbed his hand against the other's hip a bit more before sliding it down toward the front of his pants and nonchalantly.