D is for Dangerous

for glory is but hard to obtain and and even harder to maintain for the unworthy but those that are destined for it, those for whom it was made, shall once acquired keep it for eternity and beyond.

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lxciano:

“Dungeons, yes. Of course.” Luciano was quick to agree, eyes scanning the darkened hallways with what he knew wasn’t obvious apprehension. Even so, his grip on the candle stick tightened, holding it just a bit higher. His friends words however, had his head snapping towards the other, grinning. “ taken care of? Do tell, Nathaniel. Torrid affair? Scandalous heiress? How am I the only one not having fun right now? Unacceptable, this is changing tonight.” He replied, eyes bright even as a pout fell on to pink lips. “I appreciate it, your wingman tricks no no limits, from what I recall.”

“Yeah, we should be good,” Nathan claimed with his usual confidence — only for the lighter’s flame to flicker and be extinguished. Cursing under his breath, he was busy trying to light it again as they spoke, convinced it would take at least seven tries this time around or they might just be lightless for good. “Torrid affair sounds accurately descriptive. It did take me a lot more work than usual, though. Like, really, a lot. I’m lucky it’s been worth the hassle so far.” Frowning, he shoved the lighter back into his pocket in spite of being much more tempted of violently tossing it at the grinning sound technician. They had to be a sight for sore eyes for the crew, two very evidently grown men trying to creep their way through a narrow pitch-black corridor without breaking anything. “Hey, anything to bring a little light to a good friend’s day. Every good wingman doesn’t rest until the mission has been achieved. That should be law, really.”

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roiendommage:

“Thank you, that is about enough information…” and it was true, despite having Elias chuckling soundly. A part of him felt as though he was a traitor, a two face scoundrel, and if well that was true he couldn’t help but seeing a pair of big blue eyes on the back of his mind which he shook off. “God bless you, seriously” popping three from the blister pack, he took the lid off a bottle of water downing them with a long gulp “Anyways, ghost, are you a believer?”

Nathan chuckled, shrugging in amusement. “If you’re not into oversharing, that shall be my gain. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell and all that stuff?” Even though the term ‘gentleman’ probably wasn’t one most women who had once employed it for him would still grant him with now. At the very least, he had been very kind to Elias considering he was hardly the type who had painkillers to spare; not with that alcohol consumption to keep himself from reaching out to any harder substances. “Me for my part? Not at all, I’m afraid. I don’t know, it just seems too far fetched to me that restless spirits, even if they should exist, could come into contact with us just like that. Isn’t that just too odd to make sense all things considered? Or are you all up on the concept?”

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lxciano:

The idea alone of something ‘passing through his body’ had him shivering indistinctly, eyes scanning the hallway. “Do we know if they’re pleasant spirits, at least? No one brutally murdered down a castle stairway of some sort? Kindred spirits better than malicious ones.” Lu turned, arching a brow at his friend. “oh? Any friends to right home about as of late? I’m growing too dull, I need to take home at least two women this weekend to compensate. maybe at once.”

“It’s a really old castle, isn’t it? It’s probably been witness to some gruesome deaths,” Nathan presumed correctly, immediately shrugging off the thought. “But, I mean, this probably isn’t where they would go, right? They should be roaming the dungeons or something.” So much for not believing in this whole concept whatsoever — weren’t these shivers running down his spine at the thought of malicious creatures coming near them? Probably just a cool breeze catching him off guard. “Well,” struggling not to grin, the man shrugged all too innocently, “I guess I could claim I’m currently well taken care of. Always up for some wingman tricks to get you to your goal a little further, though. We both deserve it once this shit is over.”

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rapowzels:

“I love how gentle you were by calling me passionate instead of using some other descriptor.” she huffed out a laugh, grateful for a way to ease her own nerves. “I remember an episode of Friends where Phoebe found a finger in her can and got a payout for it, and ever since it’s kind of horrified me. In what world do workers slice off digits and end up so terrified that they don’t inform their bosses?” 

“I guess it could be on purpose, maybe they want to solve your question, or maybe they want to perform some kind of ritual that involves some of the world accidentally drinking human flesh and summoning some demonic force… maybe I shouldn’t theorise these things when we’re running around hunting actual supernatural beings..”  She shook her head, a mild shudder making a glancing blow.  “How’s it looking so far? Like a good decision or a bad one? Natural curiosity deserves to be fed.” 

“Oh yeah? I’m glad you noticed; I am in fact trying to give gentleness a try in regard to this supernatural belief thing by now. To each their own, you know?” A philosophy he might have been better off sticking to for a while already instead of following his instinct of viciously defending his opinions no matter what the conflict or cost. “God, no payout in the world could make me forget that and just go on with my life and that probably goes for those workers as well. Even if one of my colleagues chopped off their finger like this, I don’t think I could keep working in that facility. Fingers are precious belongings, to be cherished at all costs.”

“Maybe, and just maybe, you’ve just managed to create an even creepier mood.” Nathan chuckled, brows slightly knit. Demonic rituals... now that would be a lot more interesting to him than some foggy appearances and strange sounds to be quite honest. A nonchalant shrug. “It’s looking like a pretty good one still. After all, I have neither been attacked by some ghostly figure not have I been proven wrong regarding my supernatural nonsense theory yet I get to spend a more or less exciting night here, far away from set. Sounds rather decent, doesn’t it?” If only he wasn’t still a little too sure of himself.

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“Hey, they invite us here then they can deal with the fallout if I punch out a painting for it looking at me the wrong way.” He mused, chuckling at the image. Not something he’d actually do, but the thought was out there with the circumstances. “Sounds like a good plan. Though i’ve only ever been in one fight and it was with another model with enough foresight to avoid my face. Think ghosts will have the same decency?” The weekend was certainly an event, that was for sure. “When I said earlier I hoped to finish the night with a gorgeous brunette by my side to work my charm, this somehow wasn’t what I meant.”

“They couldn’t claim there’s no entertainment value in this, this much be sure.” Matter of fact, Nathan would pay good money to see said scenario happen, the mere thought of it leaving him struggle to keep a straight face. “I’m afraid I’m not that much of a known fighter either. But I’m rather skilled at fending off certain, well, attacks against my being so fending off ghosts might be doable as well. As far as I’ve heard, they rarely go for the face, so that’s something? Just a lot of weird ‘passing through someone’s body’ business.” He shivered in faux disgust, mustering another grin in spite of their unpleasant situation. “Gorgeous brunettes surely have their perks.” He would know. “Even if my company can’t fully make up for that, maybe it’s not a lost night just yet. Who knows, maybe we’ll find ourselves some friendly lonely ghost ladies.”

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lxciano:

“Yes, and I would only hope no one gave her a flashlight to serve as a baton of sorts to beat us with for sacrificing her to the spook ghosts.” He shot back, still chuckling. “Really? Then i’ll be sure to swing by sooner than later. Maybe i’ll fly there from here if life permits. Not that it wouldn’t, i’ve set my schedule just right as of right now.” Glancing around, he opened his palms wide to show just how empty they were. “I didn’t have forethought. Or maybe that was what they hoped? Either way if any of us actually break something it feels like a borderline lawsuit, no? But someone pissing themselves or screaming themselves hoarse–two very likely outcomes here.” A surge of inspiration striking, he grabbed a candlestick holder off of a end table. “There, I may look like in extra in clue but I can also beat down a ghost, so.”

“You know she’d have one. She’d never be as unprepared and empty-handed as us pitiful fools.” Nathaniel’s eyes rolled back in their sockets in both amusement and perhaps the faintest hint of annoyance. It was true, Gemma always seemed to have a plan, even if it only entailed new ways to wind him up, something Luciano might just get to witness if he happened to drop by their set. Perhaps that should be avoided after all, for the sake of what remained of his honour. “It does, it does and I’m really not looking forward to getting sued over ruining irreplaceable historical artefacts. If something creepily touches me in the dark, they might just get a glass shattering scream out of me out of spite.” Fumbling for aforementioned half-empty lighter while cursing under his breath that he really should have refilled that thing ages ago, he at the very least got lucky enough to find it. The first few attempts of lighting it were all but successful but at long last, after six tries, their humble source of light gave of more than just a few sparks. “At the very least, you look like a charming Clue extra. Possibly the murderer but alas, desperate times, desperate measures, right?” He chuckled. “You can be the ghost beater and I’ll play lucifer for one night only with this wonderfully illuminating flame, right behind you.”

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The last thing he had expected to get from her were more kisses after all was said and more than that done but he wasn’t about to complain, instead blissfully and silently revelling in the unfamiliar feelings this was evoking in him, his own lips buried in her hair, kissing the top of her head. “Oh, I liked it very much,” Nathan whispered, sighing nearly inaudibly as she got up and off of him, promptly letting himself fall back on the bed, never mind that it wasn’t his. If anything, those light kisses had sparked hopes in him for more rounds after this one, their evident exhaustion aside. The hint of a smile tore on swollen lips upon feeling her touch, his head turned to the side to face her.

“I’m not sure if we can ever stop fighting, Gemma. After so many fights, it’s kind of... our thing, isn’t it? Just like this could easily become our thing.” Joining her chuckling, he paused for a moment, biting his lip. “It’s just like I said, we would drive each other to ruin. Both mentally and also physically by the looks of it.”

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And so she obeyed, for once being the good little girl she loved to falsely claim to be around him only to twist the knife in his back as soon as she got the chance. Not that he could waste a single thought on any of her mischievous past doings in this very moment; no, in this very moment, as their mouths were once more attached to one another in unbearable need, he felt the strangest sensation he had ever encountered so close to orgasm: he actually felt like they had melted together and become one in the very moment she allowed herself to be pushed over the edge, a unison of shivering, thrusting bodies, torn apart by desperate pleasures. Tightly clinging onto her, he kept pushing hard as she came undone, a deep groan bordering on a cry prying her name apart announcing his own release after taking in every minor detail of her ecstasy. His hips didn’t still until he had fully spilled his load into her clenched walls, for a moment revelling in their closeness, something he usually loved to avoid with a pressing urgency.

“This—” he began, still too breathless to speak in coherent sentences, gently panting as his forehead touched hers very slightly and very lightly. “This was truly a wonderful present, love.” His grip on her finally loosened to allow her to get off him if she so pleased — after all, the last thing Nathaniel Darby could do was seem even slightly attached to a lover.

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Oh, he had told her without further ado and by the looks and sounds of it, she wasn’t at all opposed to his ideas. It was starting to bother him how enticed he was by her moans of pleasure, her noises filling his senses like a siren’s song, driving him to go and on, endlessly so if only it was possible for this to never end — another train of thought he mentally scolded himself for. Surely the long wait was to blame for his momentary weakness and nothing else except for the fact that Gemma was indeed as fabulous in the sack as he had expected her to be. Lucky him to not be waiting in vain only to be let down by the reward. 

Silence was no longer an option at this point, satisfaction too close, their movements too mindblowing, her words and other doings too teasing. His grip on her hair tightened, jerking her head back just enough to grant him better access to her throat, the crook of her neck still being in tire need of finished marking. And thus he sucked, nibbled and bit ever so slightly as their thrusts grew rougher and rougher, something one could have thought impossible considering their former reckless pace. It was all too painfully clear that their (for him) unexpected encounter was nearing its end should she not be up for another round (or two or three) but alas, all good things had to come to an end and quite frankly, he couldn’t wait to witness her coming undone from this angle for a change. 

Groaning at the contact of her nails with his skin, by now definitely leaving evident marks though he was sure her little mission of name branding was a bit too eager, he did just as she wished; he pushed harder, faster, her room filled with animalistic noises at their peak stemming from both their movements and their throats. Grunting against her neck as his nails dug into the skin of her lower back, he forced himself to look up again, not wanting to miss a second of her high. “Fuck, come on, babe,” was breathed shallowly, green orbs fixed on shimmering hazel. “Cum for me.”

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pippa-coehlo:

“Heating, yeah, that must be it…” Pippa gulped as her nerves wracked her brains like a wrecking ball. The temperatures had immediately dropped from a comfortable chill to an uncomfortable one. The group slowly trekked through the stone hallway, every shift or noise causing Pippa to jump. It was bad enough that the woman was already a walking pit of anxiety, but the castle and it’s deadly secrets put her on edge like never before. “Tell me again whose bright idea it was for us to be here, those bloody wankers.” Pippa murmured to Nathaniel. 

“That of bloody sadists, without a doubt. Half-sadist half-prankster, presumably,” Nathaniel muttered soberly. He had really grown tired of mocking Pippa for believing in ghosts and being at least mildly uncomfortable — a clear underestimation — with the idea of walking through infamously haunted halls, instead now merely feeling bad for the girl. “We’ll be fine, alright? It’s just those old walls.” Never mind that he was visibly starting to shiver ever so slightly by now. “And that—that creaking is probably the same issue. Old halls, old tunnels.” His voice, however, had begun to sound a lot less confident as soon as the noise had reached his eardrums, sounding just a little too much like human stomping — or, for that matter, supernatural one — to match his theory.

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In spite of every endeavour posing a risk with Gemma Harrow, a part of him seemed to have known that she would cave in this time; just this once, she would find an excuse to let him do as he pleased and he had to admit it was a rather fabulous one. “Mhm, that you are,” was breathed huskily, tone bordering on a swallowed moan. “A rather well-chosen present at that.” A wicked grin on his lips, he studied her features for a moment, as much so as arousal and satisfaction allowed him to. “If you grant me another round, I’ll be all yours to toy with, love. How does that sound?” Hopefully tempting enough for he had had far from enough of her and he surely wasn’t looking to get off and leave just yet. If anything, they should most definitely make up for lost time tonight and of that they had quite some to catch up on. 

Each other’s names were moaned in unison and it bewitched him, in spite of himself, in spite of her, in spite of all odds. His lips, though parted, were brought to hers, lingering on them as he caved in yet again. 

“Oh, Gemma—”

Presumably, she had seen right through him; she had known that he wasn’t one for moaning his affair’s name even in the depths of lust. Far too much effort and far too big of a risk to remember the correct one to use. Yet here he was, moaning her name religiously, chanting it like a prayer, again and again and again, breathlessly, loudly and quietly; it came out again and again in any way imaginable in between curses, gasps and groans, almost as if it was beyond his control. 

With this pace, it couldn’t take much longer but he didn’t want them to stop, not yet, not anytime soon — and for reasons beyond his grasp, he didn’t want it to end in this position. “Hold on, babe. I want you—” Forming intelligible sentences was much easier thought than done in his current state, his hands instead running up her legs again to hopefully undermine his point. “I want you on top of me when we—” It didn’t matter, she’d see what he meant soon enough. Luckily for him, she was still his present and thus there were no further obstacles in his way, another change in position easily arranged. This time, she was sitting on top of him again, on his thighs for he was half-kneeling, half-sitting on top of the covers, holding her in position with one hand positioned on her lower back as the other got a tight grip of her luscious locks. “Go on, darling,” he groaned as his thrusts once more continued, now cooperation of course highly needed. “Blow my mind, will you?”

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roiendommage:

Groaning, he pressed the flashlight against his forehead harder “Please, Nathaniel, I am not one to beg but if you happen to carry aspirins do share them, mate, my head is killing me. You should me carrying some, you look like shit…” attention perked like a hunting dog’s senses and he was able to smirk through the pain “…Oh? The eager hazel-eyed brunette looking for you?” impressive.

“Look at you, still being as charming as you were last night,” Nathaniel chirped with sickening sweetness as he began to rummage through his jacket’s pocket nonetheless. “I reckon I look better to be honest. Sleepy maybe but come on.” Rolling orbs of watery green, he handed a half used up blister pack of ibuprofen to the man beside him. A lopsided grin grazed his lips as he shrugged all too nonchalantly. “Eager describes it pretty fittingly, I suppose.”

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lxciano:

“We would have, and it would have been adorable.” He replied in complete sincerity, chuckling. And yet here they were, instead having jump scares and the possibility of ghost possession. Attempting to distract himself, he glanced back at his friend. “How is Lithuania, missing me yet? I may make an appearance soon, before I get too thrilled about planning my christmas party.” He peered around another hallway, groaning to himself as an already dim light flickered and then vanished. Lovely.

Chuckling, Nathan bit his lip at the thought to keep this from turning into full blown laughter. “Can’t you just see her little bitter expression, calling us cowards and all sorts of other names they’d censor for viewing pleasure?” Shaking his head, he shrugged ever so slightly. Thankfully he was blessed with the company of someone who seemed to believe as little in the authenticity of this whole ordeal as him. “Let me tell you this much, you should really come soon. Before it gets so cold, it will make you think you’re way late with that Christmas party of yours.” Nathaniel’s head titled to the side, his expression one of utter annoyance as he observed the spectacle. “Great. I’m starting to feel this is more about letting us break our necks in the dark than about actually finding any ghosts. You didn’t get a flashlight, did you? All I have is a shitty lighter.”

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And so the mere term ‘relationship’ turned out to be a trigger for her, as if he would ever consider using it in the manner she referred to without joking about it. Nathaniel believed that there were many things Gemma and he could be but being gentle and earnestly romantically involved lovers was at the very bottom of his list, if it was at all a possibility. Her increased roughness appeared to suggest that she was trying her hardest to remind him of just that or perhaps even more so to remind herself but he was hardly fazed by it emotionally; the physical effects, however, were all too evident in his muffled moans. “Don’t you worry about that, darling, I’m still fooling around. You and I are far too alike. We’d drive each other to ruins.” And they would, he was certain of it. There was no chance in hell he could ever put up with Gemma Harrow’s antics in the long haul, no matter how great the sex was. Not that he was even really thinking about it.

Either way, he certainly wasn’t now, fully focused on his handiwork instead with a precision that was undeniably paying off, leaving him to smirk up at her, even more mischievously so once he caught something he would have almost sworn had slipped from her lips accidentally. Seconds before they reached a breaking point that could have easily ended in disaster. He wasn’t good at taking orders, especially not in this regard.

“No no no, love, that’s not how this works.” He nevertheless had to groan those words for his self-control was already severely strained by keeping relatively mute in reaction to her earlier doings — now he was coming close to bursting with bottled up noise. The sacrifices he made for the sake of a good old mindgame. Releasing her clit, his hands swiftly found her wrists, restraining her as she was flipped onto her back. “You don’t get to boss me around here, love. This is my show, remember?” He breathed huskily, letting go of her wrists to instead reach for her ankles and push her legs back to fold as closely to her head as possible. She really was a bendable one but he had expected it. “I’ll moan your name once I feel like it and believe me, darling,” he admitted, leaning in close enough to whisper in her ear, “you’re so fantastic, it’s been a struggle to keep myself from doing it.” As much as he hated to boast her ego, she deserved it for boasting his, he figured, finally resuming a recklessly relentless pace he had interrupted to convey this little message, lips attached to her collarbones whenever he could comfortably reach them.

 And there she got it, merely a few thrusts later. “Oh fuck, Gemma—” Her name drawn out in a particularly deep moan and thoroughly involuntarily so or so he would claim should he ever be asked about it. 

No matter what you do, don’t let her win.

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rapowzels:

“It’s not real? Tell that to all the ghosts, you monster.” 

“That’s very inconsiderate, denying their existence. Plus you can still be scared about things that aren’t actually there, like.. fingers in cans of Coke, and spiders in bananas… I watched a documentary.”  For someone who wasn’t actually scared, more excited at the prospect of finding some answers, she was talking a mile a minute and letting her gaze dart at imaginary sightings from the corners of her eyes.  “If you don’t think it’s real, why’d you come?” 

“Okay, I see you’re passionate about the subject?” Nathan’s expression remained slightly amused as he turned to look at the woman but he tried his best to choose his tone a little more wisely from now on. No need to offend seemingly nice people on air. 

“To be quite honest, the fingers in Coke cans just scared me a lot more. I’d never participate in a show that could involve that. What if you swallow one by accident? Does that make you a cannibal yet?” He frowned, shrugging slightly. 

“Natural curiosity brought me here, I guess. After all, you can always be proven wrong. That and getting away from set for a few days.”

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lxciano:

“I hate embarrassment, let alone on national television.” He muttered to himself, peering around a corner before deeming it relatively safe. “Too bad Gem is in the other group, could have protected us, hmm?” The tease was light, more questioning than anything. Lu hadn’t seen much of him all night, lest the two of them together.

“Oh, you’re not the only one. I’ve had about enough of it to last me a lifetime.” Yet a certain co star of his absolutely adored to embarrass him on set. At least no one but their colleagues saw it but that was worse enough if you asked him. “We could have perfectly tried to hide behind her, right?” Nathan chuckled, that would have been a picture worthy of a slapstick sketch considering their respective heights. “I don’t know, I feel like she just plays tough most of the time. Who knows, maybe she’s currently being scared out of her knickers in another part of the castle.” 

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roiendommage:

“Get off my bloody dick, Darby” and so the incompetent child inside of Elias Selvage surfaced in glorious, dehydrated colors. The pounding in his head didn’t seem to cease, in another childish gesture he pressed the cold metal of the flashlight over his brow’s aching pulse “What was it kept you so busy, anyway?” he muttered grumpily.

“Alright alright, summer child. You could have used some painkillers, huh?” Nathan chuckled, mutedly so however, that much compassion could still be displayed. After all, he was still in quite a good, never mind the lack of sleep. A nonchalant shrug, accompanied by an undeniable smirk. “I had rather pleasant company to entertain.”