-Hideki- Posted September 30, 2017 Share Posted September 30, 2017 Alfred Kaiser Gender: Male Age: 32 years Height: 1.87m Hair colour: blond Eye colour: blue Sexual orientation: homosexual Occupation: hitman, thief, does nearly everything for the right amount of money Membership: independent Biography: -Parents unknown: Was found in the dumpster in the prison district by an old hag as a baby who used some of the street children as cheap workers. - Ran away from the old hag at age eight and fought to survive on the street since then. -Never had any form of schooling or nurturing -Started to take whatever jobs he could get from people on the street, in the pub or in the club to get his hands on food. -Made himself a name in the underworld of the district at age 16. -Declined the offers to become a member of different gangs and made himself quite some enemies because of that. -Has accepted the sick reality of the district as normal and doesn’t seem to see what is going on anymore or simply doesn’t care or both. Oliver Cane Gender: Male Age:27 years Height:1.79m Hair colour: black Eye colour: brown Sexual orientation: bisexual Occupation: leader of the rebellion Membership: North-Side Biography: -Father: The feared leader of the North-Side Gang who basically controls the northern part of the prison district. Mother: According to his father:” Some slut!” Passed away after giving birth to Oliver and his twin brother. -Being his father’s son gave him more opportunities than most people have in the district. -He was schooled and turned out to be an intelligent and inquisitive guy. -Much to his father’s dismay nerdy Oliver only cared for books, politics and the future of the district and not for the gang, violence and his power. -Has a bad health and isn’t physically strong, hence his father doesn’t appreciate him much and is ashamed of him. -Starts to rebel both against his father and the system in the district and of the nation during his teenage years. -Writes books and manifestos nearly no one reads, not because the people wouldn’t be interested but because they can’t read. -Strives for change and is willing to fight for his ideas even if it means to also fight against his own father. -Has a strong, maybe too strong fondness and possession for his twin brother. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Alfred ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ It was noisy on the dirty streets of district seven but he couldn’t hear any of their yelling, begging, screaming, pleading, sighing and moaning due to the loud music that was hammering onto his eardrums through his headphones. The hood of his black hoodie was laying his face into darkness like the night did with the alleys and streets. Only the smoke escaping from under the hood was visible for everyone. But they didn’t pay him any mind, just like he didn’t pay them any mind. It rained and the rain washed the dirt off the streets through the gutters. He kicked an empty can that hit an old man who shouted at him, spitting in anger but he didn’t even care to look at him nor did he turn off the music so he could actually hear him. In the alley next to the main street he was walking on he could see a person beating another person to death, he saw the dealers selling their drugs on the streets all of that didn’t bother him nor did it make him feel anything. He had learned to pretend that this didn’t happen when it happened, that he had just seen nothing. He had seen it and in the other moment the picture had gotten deleted from his mind already. The man didn’t blink, he only moved his head and his eyes when someone touched him all of a sudden. His hand went to his gun or better one of his guns. Alfred was armed to the bones. Guns, knives, acid, you name it. He was carrying a whole arsenal of weapons. He didn’t have to pull out the gun though when he looked down into a badly painted face of a whore. The bad make-up made her look like Ronald McDonald on an LSD trip. She was busty, round and had fat lips, her body pressed into some leo-printed dress. To him she didn’t only look not aesthetic she was disgusting. The male covered in the hoodie saw that the fat lips that reminded him of a red rubber raft were moving and she was saying something that he also didn’t hear since he tended to switch society to silent whenever he left the attic he was living in together with one of his mates. He just grabbed the wrist of her hand that was touching his thigh, twisted her arm and from her face he could see that she was screaming in pain now. “Piss off !”he growled when he pushed her away. The whore fell onto the ground, some passerbys laughed about him and the woman but he stoically ignored them and continued his way. When he arrived at a place that was noisy enough to make it through his headphones he came to a halt. There was that well known stench that was a mixture of sweat, sex, alcohol and smoke that was coming right out of the building and combined with the stink of piss and rubbish of the street it made him gag every time he arrived at the door. Alfred entered the location and he could feel the bass of the music that was playing. He saw naked chicks dancing on a stage, some pressing their arses into some guests faces and others who were leading the men upstairs into their rooms. His shoes got stuck on the floor that was covered with dried alcohol that worked like glue. The place was completely crowded as always and the owner of the establishment waved at Alfred, greeting him. The blond man with the hoodie nodded but didn’t intent to go to the bar to speak to him. He knew the owner well and he had been coming to this place since more than ten years. Not because he liked it or enjoyed anything it had to offer but simply for jobs. It wasn’t only a strip club and a brothel, it was also a place for people to hire other people to steal something for them or to collect their money or to get rid of someone they didn’t want to be alive anymore. There were also plenty of drug dealers and smugglers who offered their stuff; this place was a small reflection of the whole district. Before someone else could identify him he went upstairs passed the whores rooms and went further up until he reached the attic. When he had locked the door behind him again, he finally put off the hood and the headphones. He turned on the light. The naked light ball hanging from the ceiling flickered weakly until it made it and stayed on. His blue eyes searched for his roommate but he couldn’t find him, he probably wasn’t home just know. After he had placed the weapon arsenal onto the old, shaky table, except for his favourite gun he put into the pocket of his trousers, he threw the hoodie somewhere and kicked his boots around, before he started to look for a bottle on the ground that was still full. When he had found a half-empty bottle of whiskey between the rubbish that was flying around everywhere he threw himself onto the bare mattress that was lying around and he turned on the stolen TV he had repaired and made work again looking at the happy-go lucky people from outside the district. It was forbidden for the people of district seven to own a TV but he still had managed to get some. He knew that they didn’t want them to see their luxury and their standard of living because they didn’t want them to get ambitious and to overthrow them. As if they could have done that. The huge wall, the set guns, the guards, the tanks around the wall would keep them from their place forever. And not only that most of them, like Alfred were way too dead inside to even care about their own lives, other people’s lives or anything really. Alfred didn’t bother. He just stared into the eyes of a blond woman that looked like a plastic doll kissing a man with teeth that looked like porcelain in front of a beach on a cruise ship. The man didn’t understand those movies. He laid his head to the side a bit watching from another perspective but nothing in that movie made any sense to him. There had been quite some of those movies he had watched and he hadn’t gotten even one of them. What did those movies tell? Their message? And why were those people on that ship doing pointless stuff anyway? He heard the people from the movie talking cheesy stuff while he emptied the bottle of whiskey when the door went open and his mate came back from whatever he had been doing the night. “There you are.” His bass voice rang through the place acknowledging the others return before he tried to figure out what the characters of that movie were planning. Turned out they weren’t planning anything and just did dull things and created senseless drama due to no reasons and none-issues. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ His brown eyes were running over the lines he had just written. Oliver had been sitting on the last chapter of his newest book the whole day and night and reading over it again just made him more eager and convinced that this was the way to go. While his other books had mostly circled around his ideals, his views and his visions of a better future and a functioning system, this one had a battle plan written into it and was overflowing of strong, powerful words that made a fire, the fire of revolution burn inside of the twenty-seven years old man. Whoever looked at Oliver would never have thought that this was from him. Oliver looked harmless, he looked like someone defenceless, someone who would just move along with everything but the complete opposite was the case. Yes, he didn’t have a good health or the strength his father had wanted him to have – he blamed his dirty whore of a mother for his son’s bad genetics – but he had other gifts and while Oliver had felt inferior due to his weak physique in his early teens, he now felt different. His talents and what he got was more important than physical strength, he would change the district, the nation, the world. His humble and gentle looks didn’t change the fact that he was ambitious and that he was thinking big and not small. To him his father was a small minded fuckwit and by now he looked down on him, he loathed him. He didn’t have any ties to anyone at all, except for his twin brother whom he valued and loved dearly. No one was allowed to harm or get too close to him. While Oliver wasn’t able to physically defend him, he had other methods to protect him, very efficient ones. The man turned around and saw his raccoon Piet sitting on the desk. He smiled at it and patted its head. The man had saved it from being killed off after it had stolen some jewellery from his father’s girlfriend. He had wanted to kill it but Oliver had stolen the raccoon from his henchmen and had hid it in his room. When his father had come to take it he had told him that he would domesticate it, making his old man laugh about him once more. His father had allowed it though because he had wanted to see him fail but Oliver hadn’t failed. Days and nights he had sat there interacting with the raccoon. It had bitten, scratched and pissed on him but after a month they had become good friends leaving his father angered. The black haired man stood up from the chair and one could hear his bones make a cracking noise. He had been in the same position for too many hours again without moving. The man took the animal and left the room in search of some company. The last two days he had only left his room to shower, piss and get something new to drink. He hadn’t even eaten because he had been too obsessed with his writing. The man knocked at the door of his brother’s room before entering without awaiting an answer or saying anything. He looked at the other, went through the room and placed himself next to him not without Piet jumping onto his twins head causing Oliver to laugh. “I have finally finished it!” he let him know while he watched Piet climbing over his brother. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haraku Posted September 30, 2017 Share Posted September 30, 2017 Name: Lucifer Age: 28.5 Bio: Lucifer came from the Utopia at birth but due to certain situations his parents threw him away so they could remain in their Utopian society when he was 7. At the age of 12 he escaped and killed them both. He was taken to the prison in the Dystopia where he met an ambitious girl who helped him escape and even get a place to stay. She's his only friend. He does most things on his own but always allows help from his friend. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Demon (It's just a title) Looks: Name: Castiel Cane Age: 27 Bio: Castiel is a smart child but he's incredibly shy. He tries to live up to his father's expectations by working out a lot and pretending he's never afraid of a fight but when he's alone he's personally fighting his own demons...in a way literally. He has a strong attachment to his brother but tries his best to hide it feeling as if it is wrong to show even to his own twin. Especially since his nightmares and constant battles with himself has him scared shitless of what is to come. He doesn't write very well and hates reading novels but doesn't mind graphic novels, comics and typing. He likes to draw both digitally and by hand and sometimes he will draw while in a subconscious state. Looks: Name: Alice G. Bee Age: 30 Bio: Alice was the daughter of a most well known woman in the Utopia. Unfortunately during a raid from the Dystopians she was separated from her mother and hasn't seen her since. Her mother was a young looking woman with beautiful blue hair and was heading to a school reunion at the time. When this all occured Alice was only 6 years old. She was beat in the streets and almost raped once but was saved when the authorities of the Dystopia when they sent her to the jail more out of protection than anything but when the figures changed she was subjected to horrible experiments and many different forms of torture. When she was 14 she escaped the prison with a few followers which in time- many years later gave her a well known title. She's indifferent about the title and those who want to escape and those that don't. The only thing she cares about is getting back at whoever was the cause of her stay in Dystopia in the first place. With skills in sniping and hand to hand combat shes taken assassination jobs for her own cause. Nickname: Eliza Queen of Dystopia, Queen Eliza, or Eliza Looks: Castiel The knock on the other twin's door caught his attention but he was far too busy typing to really turn around and give a response. Turns out it didn't matter since his twin brother came in anyway. A smile found it's way to the boys face and that smile only widened when their pet jumped onto his head. He shooed it away and raised a curious eyebrow to what his brother was so excited about. Did it really matter though? As long as he was happy then Castiel should be too. "Finished what? You work on so many things." Castiel chuckled a heartfelt chuckle as he wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulder and gave him a noogie. He tilted his neck to the side and anyone close by could hear it crack just like he had hoped it would. 'Much better.' Castiel's eyes averted back towards the bright screen that showed what he was working on. It was a little fanfic that he was currently writing on request. The contents of it held dark desires, perilous battles and rigorous adventures. All in just 26 chapters so far. He felt alright about it but he just felt like it wasn't good enough. Despite what others online would say about his many different stories. However he currently let his concerns about it fall while he kept his attention on his brother. In the back of his mind however he remembered that he'd have a meeting with his father and the guys in about an hour or so. He needed to spend as much time with Oliver as he could before he left. Lucifer & Alice "You're getting blood all over my floor." A voice said in an annoyed tone towards the black haired man, currently dripping blood all over the floor from his crimson soaked hoodie. "My bad." Came his low, baritone response. He chuckled in a dark fashion as he stepped off towards the kitchen to throw his hoodie into the washing machine, and then grabbed the mop to begin mopping up the blood he had brought into the house. He kept up a slow pace. Left to right, left to right with each tile until he stopped when he saw bare hips with a spiked sash across them right in front of him. He looked up the body until he arrived at the face. "What's up buttercup?" He questioned with a lopsided half-smile. She only rolled her eyes, pulled out a cloth and wiped the blood from his cheek. "You've gone out killing tonight hm?" He gave a nod in response and she smiled too. "Sounds like you had fun. You didn't eat anyone again did you?" Lucifer snorted, throwing his head back as insane laughter left his throat. He placed a hand to his head as h pulled his hair back. "Yo-You don't know how CLOSE I was to feasting on those delectable weaklings!" He continued laughing for almost a minute but it soon died. He placed a hand on her shoulder and shook his now lowered head. "You always bring the best out of me." She swept his hand off of her shoulder then casually flicked his forehead. "Go take a shower Lucifer. You stink." As he made his way to the bathroom, Alice walked into his room to get him some spare clothes. He soon realized he had forgotten completely about getting extra clothes but just as he went to the frame of the door Alice was on the other side handing him folded up clothes. "Oh thanks again Alice." She shrugged and walked back towards her own room. What they had wasn't as classy as the Utopia but to Lucifer this was home and the outside world could kiss his ass. 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-Hideki- Posted October 3, 2017 Author Share Posted October 3, 2017 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The feeling of his brother’s knuckles on his head wasn’t exactly pleasant and he tried to escape his grip. When he finally got his head out his black straight hair in a complete mess, he got a hold of the others wrists and pinned him down onto the sofa, the laptop between them. Oliver smiled into his twins face and his brown eyes glaring in excitement thinking of the future. “I’m talking about my book. Our way out into a brighter and just future where they will get what they deserve.” He answered the other, still pressing him down, well knowing that it wouldn’t be the hardest thing for his twin to just throw him off. After he had stared into Castiel's mismatching eyes for another while, he let go of him and took his seat again, getting his hair back into order. “I just need the imprisoned to hear it, to understand it. I have found some followers here in the North-side. Most of them don’t belong to father’s gang. But the North-side being controlled by our father and him trying to implement order here makes most people adhere to him and not question why they are even in this place to begin with.” He spoke and he paused for a moment thinking whether he should say what he was about to say or not. His brother would probably not be happy to hear it or would even try to stop him. The man straightened his white shirt and looked down on his lean built body covered in all white fabric. White was the only colour he ever wore and he wanted that colour to be the colour of his movement. For him it had something untouched, something pure and new. A white sheet of paper had nothing on it yet, one could start a completely new and glorious artwork on it. Interlacing his fingers he turned to his twin again:”I will search for followers in district seven. That’s where no gang has a lead and no order is implemented by anyone whatsoever. It is complete anarchy and the people there suffer the most. They need to see how important it is that we do something against this! That we show the people on the other side that one can’t throw away people like rubbish just because they have a flaw and are hence deemed unwanted by them.” Nearly everyone from the North-side would have called him a complete lunatic for the mere idea. District seven was the district in the middle of the prison area and it was the worst, dirtiest and most brutal of them all. Its inhabitants were said to be the scum of the earth and it seemed impossible to find someone there who wasn’t guilty of a severe crime such as murder, manslaughter, rape, grievous bodily harm, human trafficking or drug dealing. There also had been cases of abnormalities such as cannibalism or at least that was what one had heard in the North-side. Oliver had been there once. His father had taken him and his brother there when he had wanted to recruit a hitman from there and get him out of district seven to work for him. That idiot had declined the offer. Then again Oliver could understand why he didn’t want to bind himself to a gang. Oliver had been a brat of twelve but that guy hadn’t been that much older. Sixteen or seventeen, just some teenager with an empty face, cold blue eyes and blood all over him because he had just killed someone. The guy had been terrifying as fuck and for their revolution they needed people like him. While he looked at his twin he remembered that the other would meet their father that day and he hoped that Castiel wouldn’t stand on the side of their old man but on his in the end. He wanted to be sure about that but his father was a rather manipulative man and he feared that he would get his brother. The thought made him angry and sick and he bit his lower lip until he held his brother’s hand and squeezed it. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Alfred ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The blond didn’t turn his head away from the screen not even when Gregory threw himself down onto the mattress next to him stinking of blood, sweat and female perfume. He just screwed up his nose until his mate pulled the empty bottle of whiskey out of his hand. When he realised that it was empty he got enraged and threw it against the wall, causing shards of glass to fly throughout the attic. “Fuck! Why are we out of alcohol?” he demanded to know. Still not looking at Gregory Alfred growled:”Because you didn’t buy it you filthy piece of shit.” Leaving a deep sigh his roommate calmed down and leaned over to Alfred touching his chest. “Why are you that mean? Are you jealous?” Gregory provoked in a teasing tone causing Alfred to push him off the mattress into some bottles with his left hand and without looking at him. “I don’t care about the bitches you fuck or your pathetic little arse, just don’t bring their stench and their blood home.” The red head on the ground laughed before he crawled back onto the mattress getting pushed away over and over again until he gave it up and stayed on the floor staring at the TV also. “I would totally fuck that Barbie doll.” Gregory commented and now Alfred laughed. “She would already call the police if she saw your figure from five hundred meters distance for only watching at her. You wouldn’t fuck her and you wouldn’t slice her throat either.” He said and Gregory scratched his head. “Hey, it was a job okay. Her ex wanted her dead for cheating and I thought why not get a little extra out of it. She was totally into me, before I killed her that was.” The blond didn’t say anything to that and just continued watching the main characters having a conversation in a whirlpool drinking champagne. “This show is shit. I wanna see something different.” Gregory complained and Alfred gave him the remote control grinning widely when his friend sapped through the channels finding stuff like that on every channel with the exception of the outsider’s propaganda channel and a cooking show. Every single program showed an idyllic world with minor problems. There was no darkness, no abyss and no evil on the TV. “Fuck, what is that shit!” Gregory screamed and Alfred reached out his hand for his mate to hand over the remote control again. “There is nothing else!” he said laughing at the other joylessly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haraku Posted October 3, 2017 Share Posted October 3, 2017 Castiel Castiel chuckled when Oliver pinned him down, he let his legs spread a bit so he could place his knee between them instead of right down on his balls. "Oh right the book. Good job brother! I'm proud of you." He stared into his twins beautiful brown eyes and let silence fill the space between them, save for the laptop. When Oliver removed himself Castiel sat up completely as he listened to Oliver. He nodded at the points Oliver made and only spoke after he finished himself. "That sounds good but are you sure you want to go there? Even if people are suffering there you could get hurt if you make a wrong turn. Let me go with you." Castiel pleaded in a quiet manner. He didn't want father to here should he somehow end up nearby. He took the side of his brother's cheek into his hand with a gentle smile plastered on his face. This was his attempt of easing Oliver's nervousness. Well he thought it was nervousness but he couldn't be so sure. "What's wrong Oliver?" He asked in a silky smooth voice as warm and rich as butter. "You look...upset?" Alice and Lucifer When Lucifer got out of the shower with his now fresh clothes he threw the filthy ones into the hamper and took it to the kitchen to throw it all in the washing machine. "Hey Alice." He called in a emotionally void tone of voice. "Hmm?" She answered from her room. "I think I'll be heading out again later on today. You know...have a bit of fun." He told her which earned him a remote that he dodged so it would hit the wall and fall into his hand. "Hey I never said sex! You know I'm not interested in that shit." Alice came out of the room in her traditional "uniform" with a hand on her hip. "I don't care if you meant sex or not. You're gonna go out and eat someone AGAIN and then come home smelling like human innards. I'll never get used to that nasty ass smell so don't even try to say that I will." She was glaring literal daggers at him but he didn't seem phased like he was with most things. "Aww Alice you know deep down you'd like to watch me do it like you did that one time." There was a swirl of excitement in her eyes for just a fraction of a second and he noticed. "See your body doesn't lie. I mean what are friends gonna do besides watch each other kill someone? Nothing." "Although that isn't true could at least agree that...it was a rush when I saw it." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Hideki- Posted October 7, 2017 Author Share Posted October 7, 2017 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver’s face went stern and determination glimmered in his dark eyes when he heard what his brother had to say. The reaction was rather moderate and he was thankful that his twin didn’t make a fuss but there still was the expected scepticism within it. “I know that no one who goes there is safe. I also know that those people, most of which were completely harmless when they got there, have turned into violent, unscrupulous beings but district seven is the place where we might win people over. There is no gang in power and most people there don’t belong to a group. I have to take the risk.” He explained but shook his head at Castiel wanting to accompany him. “No, I don’t want to get you into danger.” He said patting the others thigh. When he felt his twins hand on his cheek his heart skipped a beat and he felt even more like his inner organs would cramp up. What would he do if he were to lose him? He wouldn’t be able to accept that, he wouldn’t let him leave him alone. The black haired male placed his hand onto Castiel’s that was resting on his cheek. “Father wants to meet you tonight and I don’t trust him. He is planning something.” He said and sighed deeply. “Please be careful and don’t believe whatever he says. I don’t want to lose you to that cockroach.” Oliver made clear what was bothering him, leaning his forehead onto his brother’s. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Alfred ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ After a pointless hour of watching the senseless show on TV, that of course had the happiest, cheesiest ending one could imagine, Alfred got up from the huge mattress threw his shoes and his trousers somewhere, pulled a blanket from a chair and laid down on the same mattress, the TV still on. His body was covered with scars from his fights and wounds he often scratched open. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to scratch on his wounds but he still did it. Gregory wasn’t any better though, the whole time they had watched TV he had pulled and pinched the skin of his face, destroying it even further than it already had been by the severe acne. Both he and Gregory looked completely different than the men and women on the TV. Alfred actually didn’t know a single person who looked like those people on the TV. They looked surreal to him, like something artificial. He had once talked to a guy who had lived outside of the wall before and he had told him that the people there all looked like that. And if they had a flaw on their bodies they had surgeons who corrected them. That guy had told him that there had been a child of two years of age that had had four plastic surgeries already. He couldn’t understand those people and why they would do that. To Alfred those humans didn’t look attractive, they looked repugnant. He would rather kiss some face with a broken nose or acne and touch scars on a body than caressing a guy who looked like a display dummy. “I’m tired too. Let me get into the bed.” Gregory complained after he had tried to crawl onto the mattress again the fifths time but had gotten kicked off by Alfred, not even finding it funny that the other had called their mattress a bed. The blond snorted dismissingly:” Stinking and being disgusting like that? No chance. Go take a shower first you dirty little scumbag.” Gregory yowled when he got up from the ground walking into the direction of the door. Their attic didn’t have a shower but most of the rooms in the house didn’t. There was one shower room for men and one for women on the floor and that there were two different ones was already a luxury not every house in district seven had. By the time Gregory came back from the shower, smelling like soap Alfred was half asleep already but he realised how the other was laying himself down next to him. “Better?” Gregory said grinning widely. “Somewhat.” The blond said leading Gregory to shake his head laughingly. “You’re an arsehole Alfred, did you know that?” he said stealing a part of the blanket from the blond man. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haraku Posted October 7, 2017 Share Posted October 7, 2017 Castiel Castiel sighed, closing his eyes as his brother pressed his forehead to his own. He didn't like speaking ill of father but he wouldn't say anything when Oliver did. The hand over top of his own made his insides warm and for a moment he really wanted to pin Oliver down and do things he knew he shouldn't think about. That itself made his chest tight, as if someone wrapped strings around it and began to pull as hard as they could. That pain in his heart made breathing that much harder. To even think of losing Oliver tore him to pieces. "I can't let you go alone Oli- please. Let me go with you! I-I don't have to be with Father until later. We still have time please!" He pleaded, being strong enough to keep his tears in but not to keep the strain out of his voice. They were closer than any pair of brother's ever could be and wrongly he wanted to be closer but even still Oliver meant the absolute world to him and deep down he'd always choose Oliver over their father. The only reason he pleased father the way he did was so the man would get off of Oliver's back and not bother him as much since he at least had one 'successful' kid. He used his upper body to sit up, forcing Oliver up with him and then pinned him like Oliver had done earlier except he left no openings for escape. "I...I can't take no for an answer Oli." The nickname left him so fondly the position somehow seemed more endearing than it probably should've. Alice & Lucifer Alice looked down from the low building she sat on while she watched Lucifer take down a few more idiots whom had tried to attack them. One of them claiming that they would take Alice's throne...although she didn't have one. "Lucifer!" She yelled with a blank look in her golden brown eyes. When he turned to look at her, he ducked to dodge a broken alcohol glass and round house kicked the second guy in the face. "Rip his finger off and toss it up here!" Lucifer's irises shrank, red eyes seeming to go a deep scarlet or maybe that was just a matter of perception. He slammed his foot to the gut of the man with the broken alcohol glass, bringing his elbow down on the mans forearm and forcing him to release the bottle as he sent him tumbling to the ground, still wheezing from the damaging kick. Lucifer slammed the front side of it over the second guys head, giving him a few minutes to follow his request with the first guy. The man tried to get up but was far too slow. The original part of the bottle that had been used to attack Lucifer was now lodged into the grund and almost clean through the mans finger. As he screamed out in pain Lucifer eyed Alice to see if she was watching- she was, then he took his foot and slammed it down on the other end, his finger popping off, blood spraying everywhere like a cork cap to champagne had just been opened. Lucifer picked up the severed finger and threw it up to Alice who almost fell over to catch it. "Stop throwing so damn hard!" She half yelled half whined. He didn't respond he only stared down at the man screaming in pain from the loss of his index finger. "Don't worry! You won't need it where you're going!" Alice hopped down onto the old and rusted back end of a semi and slid off onto the ground, stepping in the second guys way before he could even think of running away. He swallowed, taking a step back but she continued to move forward. "Don't run away little lamb~." She purred out. He eventually found that he couldn't move back anymore because if he did he'd be too close to her partner. The one called Lucifer. He swallowed hard but glared, pulling out a knife from his leg pocket. He held it up in a stance of defense. "Oh? It's rude to pull a knife on a lady." She used her left foot to slide his right one to the left, and right before he could regain his composure she was already disarming him in as painless as a way possible. She could see the nervousness evident in his eyes. He had nothing left besides his hands for defense. She could use that. She snaked her way up against him so they were chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her face closer to his own. "There now isn't this better?" He cleared his throat as he went to speak but his voice caught in his throat when she began rotating her hips from side to side, he could feel more than hear something repeatedly digging into his crotch area. His eyes were wide and a scream erupted from his throat. He looked down, hands trying to pry her away but she held on strong. On her hips was a strange belt with sharp blades on them in a slanted manner. Finally she pulled away, laughing as he held his bleeding, damaged parts and made his laughable escape. Alice waved even though she knew he would not be looking back. Finally she turned around to come next to Lucifer who still had the man down, screaming about his finger.She pointed the severed finger at the man and began speaking. "Look I don't know where this Queen of Dystopia garbage is coming from but it needs to stop. I'm not queen of anything and I don't know why I have so many weird ass followers calling me such. I haven't really done anything. Go back and tell your masters that." Lucifer let him up and he was gone in minutes. "That was fun. The very first guy didn't taste all that good though." Alice nodded in agreement as she looked at the remains of 1 of the 3 they had been fighting even though she quit halfway to watch Lucifer. "I know more about the streets than you but where the hell did this Queen of the streets thing come from?" She questioned hoping he would know. "Mmmn if I remember correctly" he started while wiping his mouth, eyes going back to normal. "Remember when you helped me and a couple other guys and one girl...I think- escape the prison?" "Oh yeah- I remember that." She piped up with a half smile. "It was such a good feeling to be out of that hellhole." "Yeah so that's where. Someone in the group that escaped was inspired or something and told everyone and then I think you have followers...or stalkers. Possibly both. "Huh. Makes sense I guess. What the fuck though now people are out to kill me. An assassin getting assassinated. Imagine that." The two of them chuckled as they took in their surrounding area a bit more. "We're in district seven Alice." "I figured as much. Wanna go kick some more ass?" She questioned, polishing the rifle that was previously on her back, held on by a special sash. "Yeah but if you shoot it doesn't count." Lucifer countered which earned him a punch to his shoulder. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Hideki- Posted October 8, 2017 Author Share Posted October 8, 2017 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver let his head drop onto the soft armrest of the sofa when his brother pinned him down in the same manner he had done it before. He understood that his brother was worried but he would be even more worried if Castiel were to accompany him. Beside that the thought that he wanted to put his important mission between the meeting with their father made him sick to his stomach and angered him. The hate for his father was just as strong as the love for his brother and he didn’t want that man to stain his twin with his loathsome mindset and worldview that wasn’t worth being heard or followed by anyone. Some worldviews were just better than others and Oliver had never been a fan of relativism in that area. The black haired male tried to swallow his anger and jealousy down that often came with the possessiveness he had for his brother when he stared into those stunning eyes of his twin, feeling the weight of the others body on his own and without the laptop their bodies touched. Even though the unwanted anger had gone away there now was that immoral desire he had for the other, the will to get as physically close to Castiel as possible, to connect their bodies to one, to be in him. This wasn’t new, he had had those feelings since ages and while he had hoped it would go away it only seemed to grow stronger. He didn’t like that he felt that way as he couldn’t help himself but to think that this made him a traitor to his own twin and that by having those feelings and fantasies he was staining Castiel even without touching him or voicing what he yearned for. Oliver couldn’t change it though, he loved the other but in a completely different way that had nothing to do with platonic, brotherly love. It clearly had strong romantic and sexual components to it and laying on the couch like that, their bodies touching forced him to be strong enough to not do things to Castiel. He took a deep breath before he grabbed the other by the shoulders and reversed their position pinning Castiel down again. “If that’s so even if I said no you would still run after me and my friends don’t you? I remember that you would always do that when we were younger and I tried to leave you out of certain situations. So I rather have you come with me and know where you are than having you follow me on your own.” He said involuntarily rubbing his knee against the others crotch without noticing while he was holding him down. “I will leave tomorrow at midday. Not tonight. I have to catch some sleep first I need a clear and well rested mind.” Oliver let the other know and then that rage about his twin taking the meeting with his father seriously overcame him again. Leaning forward a little he found his face right next to Castiel’s breathing into the others ear. “Don’t meet him! Ignore him!” he exclaimed and even though he whispered his voice had a demanding tone to it. “I can’t bear the thought that his matters are important to you. I don’t want him to be important to you, he is human garbage.” Oliver’s voice was a hissing at that point and he felt how his heart started to beat irregularly again and his breaths made a rattling noise due to his nummerous conditions. “You belong to me!” it escaped him and it sounded warm and caressing unlike the other things he had just said. The brown eyes placed on his twins face trying to capture what he probably was thinking he turned his attention to the others throat and neck, pressing his lips onto it, sucking, licking and slightly biting the skin, marking his brother where his hated father would definitely see it, feeling like a lunatic abnormal freak for what he just did. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Alfred ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ He didn’t manage to sleep long and when he woke up it had just turned 5am. Hearing Gregory’s snoring he got up and walked through the labyrinth of empty bottles and other stuff to the bag with his clothes. He just grabbed some without realising what he was taking, took a towel with him as well as soap and a baton and stepped into his boots without making the effort to close them. When he went down the stairs from the attic the floor was already or still loud as hell and he could hear voices sounding, people talking and the smell of smoke, sex and cheap perfume was burning itself into his nostrils. The changing room was empty and he hoped that the shower room would be and stay the same as well. Dropping his boxers on the floor he went into the ugly shower room with those creepy looking shower heads that were ingrained in the ceiling. The shit looked like it had come out of some horror movie and Alfred actually waited for the day that blood would come out instead of water. That would fit district seven pretty well he thought but it hadn’t happened yet. As ugly as the grey tiled shower room was it was hygienic and kept clean what was important. He had never found any dirt on the floor or the wall’s but he was certain that a lot had happened there regardless. Washing his scarred body with the soap he had brought with him he concentrated on the water that was running over his body thinking about the tasks he had to do for the day in the back of his mind. The only jobs he had left were to collect the money for some guys so he would have to hang out at the bar later on to get his hands on some new tasks that would pay well. Alfred didn’t enjoy violence or killing, it wasn’t an urge of his or a thrill, he just did it out of pragmatic reasons as well as the will to survive. He couldn’t understand those who did it and felt excitement or pleasure while murdering or hurting someone and he actually looked down on them but not enough to feel any strong emotions against them. The sound of steps on the wet floor caused him to sigh and he checked if the baton was still laying right next to him where he had placed it. One could never be cautious enough but when he saw a painted face of a stressed and tired looking man who was pulling off a long red wig from his head bringing violet dyed hair onto daylight he rolled his eyes. It was only Ronny. Ronny was a drag-queen, a stripper and a whore. The incredibly feminine looking man had actually lived outside of the prison, outside of the wall until he had turned six. He had pulled a girls hair because he had been jealous of her dress and pulling someone’s hair as well as being a boy who liked to wear girls clothes were undesirable traits so they had sorted him out and thrown him into the prison area where he had landed in district seven. Alfred knew Ronny since ages and he somehow liked him and at the same time couldn’t wrap his head around him. Ronny was a nymphomaniac who had somehow found out that being a man that feminine and dressing as a chick he had given the name Ronja could make him a lot of money if he worked as a prostitute and entertainer. “Hello Alfred!” he greeted him nicely taking the shower right next to him and the blond nodded a grumpy:”Morning!” hoping that the somewhat older male would get that he wasn’t in the mood for chit chat at 5 am in the morning. Unsurprisingly he didn’t and started talking right away without a single pause making Alfred wonder how he even breathed. “My shift is finally over. I’m exhausted and I’m horny. No joke! I had six clients this night and all of them wanted me to fuck them but that doesn’t do it for me. It’s a phenomenon; I just don’t understand what’s on their minds.” Alfred looked at Ronny who was cleaning his face washing away the tons of colour bringing back the man beneath. The purple plastic claws remained though. “I’m so clearly not a top and I can’t even remember when I have been fucked properly the last time. I wonder if I just have the wrong clients. Shit!” The blond man sighed only listening half-heartedly until Ronny turned directly towards him when he was demonstratively spreading and washing his arse in slow-motion, his grey eyes glancing at Alfred’s flaccid dick as a starving guy watched a celebratory meal. “You’re a top aren’t you?” he asked getting a “Yes!” from the hitman who already knew what would follow. “Would you do me? Please! Fuck me!” Ronny said leading Alfred to smirk while snorting:” No way Ronny! I won’t fuck you.” Watching how the other was spreading his arse and the shamelessness of that sex addicted whore amused him. “Why not?” the other wanted to know while the water was running down on him. “Because you aren’t my type and I don’t fuck guys whose arse treats more dicks than the bar costumers per year.” Seemingly that amused Ronny who then stated that he would have to do it himself than and started to stroke his dick and his arse when Alfred realised those plastic claws again. “You don’t want to insert your fingers in there with those claws; you’re only going to hurt yourself.” He commented leading Ronny to look at him with a reproachful look saying in a bitchy voice:”You won’t fuck me and I need something in my arse right now. So what option do I have, tell me!” The hitman shook his head in disbelief and took the baton up from the floor handing it over to the whore who looked at the smooth surface of the baton. Alfred turned off the shower and went to where he had placed his towel wiping his body dry while sporadically watching Ronny fucking himself with the baton, his – for a male – high pitched moans sounding through the shower room until he ejaculated onto the wall in front of him. “Thanks!” the man said to Alfred pulling the baton out and wanting to give it back to him but the blond declined:” Keep it.” He said and put the towel around his waist wanting to leave the shower room when another guy who lived in the house entered the room. He looked at the two of them, looked at the grey wall covered with white sperm and the next thing Alfred knew was that guy throwing a tantrum calling them disgusting faggots. The blond didn’t care and was about to leave anyway ignoring him but then he saw from the corner of his eyes how the guy pulled something that had looked like a pen but was actually a knife out from behind his ear shouting:”And you! You aren’t even a man. You don’t deserve to be called one. You are a disgrace and I will cut your fucking cock of pussy-fag!” It enraged Alfred that this guy was threatening Ronny like that. Well, Ronny was an always horny guy, he was perverted and a sex addict but he was a decent guy in Alfred’s opinion, better than most of the other guys in district seven and he wouldn’t let it happen that this scumbag would harm him or even kill him. In a mere heartbeat Alfred grabbed the wrist of the arm the other was holding the knife with and twisted it 360° leading to sinews and muscles to being torn apart and the bones to breaking with loud cracking sounds. The man dropped the knife against his will screaming in pain when Alfred took the others head slamming it against the wall one time after the other until parts of the guy’s brain were running down on it. Being completely covered in blood Alfred looked down at the dead body and then said:”Now I have to shower another time, stupid shithead!” with that he spit onto the corps before he went under the shower again, washing off the blood this time getting jumped by Ronny who was kissing his face and thanking him often enough that it got annoying after a felt hour. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haraku Posted October 9, 2017 Share Posted October 9, 2017 Castiel Castiel mumbled something incoherent when Oliver flipped them over again. His mismatched eyes staring into the beautiful pair staring back at him. Oliver was right. If he did try to leave without allowing Castiel to follow, he'd follow anyway. Seeing that smile appear on Oliver's face made Castiel's own light up. He loosened his brother's hold on his hands just a bit but didn't fully make Oliver release him. The hold itself felt nice even if it was a bit tight at the wrists. Their bodies were so close together, it made the lighter eyed twin feel warm despite the rooms natural chilly feel. Oliver's revelation proved to be lucky for Castiel. Since he wasn't going tonight then he didn't need to worry about managing time as hard since he had to go and meet with their father later on today. His thoughts seemed to freeze when a small lick of pleasure ran like an electric shock up his spine. 'E-eh?' He forced the incoming blush away before it could appear. Oliver's knee was close to his.... One of his eyebrows raised while the other furrowed as he tried his best not to look nervous but it only worsened with how he could hear his heart beating in his ears. It's not like th closeness was unwelcome and he hated to admit it but he loved every minute of this. Yet even still this was wrong but it's ok because it seemed that Oliver didn't mean it. Years and years of want and need filled his mind, taking over and dominating like a tornado. Castiel cleared his throat going to speak but immediately shut himself down with Oliver's next words. This time he couldn't stop the redness from seeping onto his face. Oliver's mouth was so close to his ear, he could feel his hot breaths on the shell of his ear. His passion of hate for their father filled his beloved brother and seemed to influence every word, every phrase with nothing but hate. "Please don't say that O-Oli!" He stuttered when Oliver licked at the hollow of his throat and bit down. "N-nghh please..." He mumbled, tears stinging his eyes from how embarassed he was. This position, that expression, their closeness. It was stirring up a storm in his mind and heart. His hips twitched, crotch pressing into Oliver's in a light grinding motion that was little more than an accident from him trying to move from beneath Oliver. His mind was slowly becoming clouded with what Oliver had just said. “You belong to me!” He couldn't hear anything anymore besides his wildly beating heart. "O-Oli that's bad...father will see. We mustn't speak ill of him...he could be listening!" Castiel whispered in a slightly scorning manner. Castiel fully removed Oliver's hands from his wrists and he wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck and turned his head. "W-we're brother's but...it felt s-so good." He whispered so quietly Oliver would have to strain to hear it. Tears were streaming down his face at this point. He only showed his weaknesses to Oliver and Oliver only. If their father found out they'd both get beat. He couldn't have that. Alice & Lucifer Alice continued wiping down the man who was lying down flat on his stomach atop the building in district seven. She had bought the warm towels from a rusty old shop just a block over. They only costed a few silver coins and she had plenty to spare. "You can do this yourself you know and I've got a meeting in a few so you'll be here on your own. You ok with that?" Alice questioned in an annoyed tone. Lucifer only nodded as he remained in his position, unmoving since he was comfortable. .... Now with Alice gone Lucifer was in District seven all alone but he could fend for himself. He could hear people moving about below but he didn't bother moving. He felt fine just where he was. "Ahhh. Looks like I'll have to walk all the way back home...to bad I don't feel like it." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Hideki- Posted October 10, 2017 Author Share Posted October 10, 2017 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ “Why shouldn’t I say the truth though!?” he stated in between the forceful, demanding kisses he placed at the others neck. The cocktail of hate, love and jealousy within him was boiling and it was a dangerous mixture clouding his mind and making him do what he knew wasn’t right regardless. He let go of one of the others wrists and let his hand run over Castiel's thigh to his crotch grabbing his dick through the fabric of his trousers. “I want him to hear it and I don’t care if he sees it.” The black haired declared strongly. The marks he had left all over the others throat and neck went down to his collar bones now and he didn’t make any attempt to stop what he was doing there until he recognised the pleading tone in the voice of his brother and could see the tears in Castiel’s eyes. It struck him like an axe a tree and it felt like his heart was squashed by the others hand. What the hell was he even doing forcing himself onto his twin like that? It was gross, he was gross! Oliver couldn’t look the other in his eyes anymore and averted his sight. He brought back some distance between them again and immediately took away the hand from the others crotch. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He apologised his voice sounding somewhat desperate and he feared that it wouldn’t ever be as it had been between them again now. He feared that Castiel would hate him or be grossed out by him and his abnormal desires. Oliver couldn’t really breathe anymore and the lump that had built in his throat was gigantic and felt like he had eaten a brick. When his brother freed his arm from his grip he expected to be thrown off like rubbish or a hit in his face but not what actually happened. The man felt the arms of his twin around his neck in an embracing way what led him to turn his face back to him looking into his eyes in confusion and awaiting of what the other would do now. His eyes widened when he heard the faintly whispered words of his twin that told him that he had liked what he had done. It felt like a covey of birds was flying through his body and his heart flickered while the pained expression and the crying of Castiel made him feel like someone was strangulating him at the same time. Oliver took the others face between his hands and made an effort to wipe away the river of tears that was streaming down the others face but they just were flowing too fast. “It’s okay. Please don’t cry.” He whispered before he pressed his dry lips onto Castiel’s, passionately kissing him, hoping that it would make it better and not worse. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Alfred ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ After he had finally showered and dried himself again he went back to the changing room where he recognised what clothes he had grabbed for the first time. He dressed himself in a black button up shirt, black trousers and his boots when he looked to his side and saw Ronny dressed in male clothing for a change. He laughed since it had been a while since he had seen him dressed like a man leaving Ronny behind with a confused:” What’s so funny?” while he was leaving the changing room. Back at the attic Gregory was still asleep but Alfred was just about to change that. He slightly kicked him with his foot and the red head growled, turning around only to have the blond taking the blanket from him. “What is your schedule for today?” he asked in his deep voice and Gregory frowned muttering:”No schedule. Now fuck off!” The hitman smiled when he took the mattress and turned it around making his mate fall onto the ground. “Great. Then you can clean the attic, make some order and by some groceries today.” He said, leaning over and patting the others cheek mockingly. “You’ll get that back you dickhead.” Gregory screamed, pushing off the mattress and turning around on the ground his eyes still closed. Laughing Alfred armed himself to his bones again and searched for another baton before he left their attic again. On the floor a short, plumb woman with brown long curly hair stepped in his way. She held a swab in hand and had a trolley with tons of cleaning utensils with her. He looked down into her displeased face and he got the feeling that she wanted to wipe the swab into his face or stroke him with those yellow rubber gloves she wore. “Alfred my dear, do you have any idea why it is that I tend to find many more corpses in your shower room than in the ladies shower room all the time?” she asked demanding an answer. “Well, maybe the ladies drag all their corpses into our shower room. Or they prefer other methods and locations for killing people.” He took a guess way too amused for the cleaning lady’s liking. Her nostrils fluttered aggressively and she stomped the swab onto the ground.”Yes, more clean methods you dirty pigs!”she barked at him and the blond raised his eyebrows trying not to laugh at the enraged cleaning lady. “Angelina, don’t be that harsh. I’m not a pig.” He said patting her shoulder but she shoved away his hand, pointing the rod of the swab at his muscular chest. “I know that it was you. It certainly wasn’t that fairy. And because of you I have to wipe that guy’s brain off of the wall and the ground again even though I have already cleaned the whole shower room two hours ago.” She complained loudly. Now the blond man couldn’t repress the smirk on his face anymore and he chuckled while he pushed her aside lightly and went down the stairs while saying:” And you are really good at that. No one wipes away blood and brain as well as you Angelina!” The cleaning lady went to the stair-rail and leaned herself over it when she angrily shouted after him:” Come back here and I shove you the swab up your arse you rude, insolent prick.” Still laughing Alfred passed by some half naked whores, one of whom was swinging her bra around her finger on her way up to the shower room her tits wobbling around with ever step she made. The lower floors were crowded and he could see some punters sneaking out of the whores rooms who had to head the same way Alfred had to go, outside. The hitman didn’t get that far though because he was stopped at the bar by Ernie the owner who smiled and waved at him and invited him to a coffee. Sitting on the bar drinking a cheap and strong coffee while smoking a cigarette good old Ernie told him how the bar was going these day and it seemed like he had never made more money than right now. “I have news for you though.” Alfred said then and continued while Ernie watched him questioningly “You need a new renter for room 65.” He told the old man and the owner of the house and the bar looked at the other confused. “And why is that?” he wanted to know. “Because I killed the current one.” The blond answered making Ernie sigh in annoyance. “And why did you kill off my renter?” he asked not knowing if he even cared or not. “He attacked Ronny!” Alfred informed the other and now the old man was shaking his head. “Good that you killed him. I can’t lose another whore again. Jasmine was killed by a costumer last night. I know that it is impossible that Ronny takes her clients but he can at least take her dancing shift.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haraku Posted October 12, 2017 Share Posted October 12, 2017 Castiel The dark haired boy hiccuped, his voice making accented staccato like sounds as he cried. His tears tickled his cheeks as they trickled down, some going to the corners of his mouth where his frown lines were. When he felt a pair of soft lips upon his own, his eyes widened in shock. Castiel's fingers twitched, itching to just clutch onto his brother and never let go. At the moment that was easier as a thought than an action. Every movement he made whether it was a squirm or an accidental thrust upwards was indecisive and hesitant. Only when he let his eyes flutter shut, allow the moment to consume him and let his tongue slip out to greet Oliver's did he begin really getting into it. The room suddenly felt hot and he would do anything to be rid of his clothes right now. His brother was on top of him, chest to chest, moving, kissing him like he was the most important person in the world and he felt that way too. As of this moment he felt wanted and truly needed Not wanted for some fake act he put up for their father. His fingers dug into his brother's back, muffled moans leaving his currently occupied mouth. His hands came down to each side of Oliver's hips and with his mind made up he grinded himself up against his brother's crotch with his own. He pulled away from the kiss, panting with ragged breaths, then looked into Oliver's eyes that seemed to see everything in him just by looking. He felt like those eyes bore into his very soul. Without another moment to waste he leaned up to kiss Oliver just as passionately as Oliver did him, hands still guiding Oliver's hips to create friction between them. A friction that felt like heaven in Castiel's mind. His entire face was almost beet red and he was slowly losing himself in all of this. The feeling was so good he could barely think. all thoughts ceased and it was all about Oliver so suddenly it shook him to his core. With a burst of excitement in his very soul he ground himself into Oliver a bit harder, eliciting as much pleasure as he possibly could for both parties. His tongue danced across Oliver's lapping at it desperately seeking as much contact as possible. "Mgh Ohli~" he moaned into the wet kiss. Alice & Lucifer Lucifer stared up at the sky with a blank look. There was no one here and Alice still hadn't come back yet. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" with nothing to do and no one to kill he merely lied in the same position as he waited for someone to come along. "God I'm so bored. What the actual fuck. I don't even feel like killing anymore." He had reached a lazy form of boredom. "Why can't there be something fun to do?" He muttered then groaned loudly in an annoyed manner as he turned over on his stomach and brought his arms under his head to lay it on them. "Fuck this life...I need a life." After a few more moments of silence he screamed out. "SOMEONE FUCKING GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO." There was no response which led him to believe that he was still alone and it pissed him off. "You've got to be-...that's probably my fault." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Hideki- Posted October 12, 2017 Author Share Posted October 12, 2017 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Castiel seemed somewhat fraught and nervous beneath him and when Oliver’s tongue had conquered the other’s mouth there was no welcoming committee waiting for it. It took a moment until his twin went with it and whole-heartedly returned the kiss and their tongues were swirling around each other losing themselves in a heated dance. He felt his temperature rising slowly but steadily as he shoved his hand under his twin’s shirt touching the soft and warm skin with the tips of his fingers before he decided that the shirt was in his way. Still kissing the other man as if he were to die would their lips be disconnected his hands impatiently unbuttoned Castiel’s shirt. The black haired male stroke off the other’s shirt before his hand touched the others chest like the most valuable jewel on the planet. While he played with his twins nipples continuously teasing them he could feel his brother rubbing and grinding their crotches together. A smothered moan, swallowed by their kiss, escaped his lips as he could feel the blood rushing down and his dick getting hard. He rubbed his manhood against the others harder knowing that Castiel would feel his erection and he wanted him to feel it, he wanted the other to be aware of what he made him feel, of how he aroused him and how he desired him. When their lips parted for the first time his breaths were a little heavier than before and in his eyes his lust and his wants were shining openly like a well kept secret that had finally been dragged to the outside and was now about to consume his whole existence. He stared into the mismatching eyes of Castiel and into his face that reminded him of a red traffic light at this point. His twin was adorable and desirable and he felt the raging urge to touch him more, to touch him everywhere and to feel his skin on his own, to not only mix their salvia but their seeds as well. There was still something within him that was outraged at his own vulgar and dirty thoughts about his twin and that screamed that what he was doing was wrong, morally reprehensible even because he was doing that to his twin to a person that couldn’t be more identical to him and yet it felt so right. If it was wrong, why would it feel that good and right and loving then? The brown eyed couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t wait until the other made that move so he pulled his own snow white hoodie over his head and threw it down onto the floor where Piet immediately claimed his clothes. He couldn’t be bothered by that in the slightest though, all he wanted was to feel Castiel more. Stripped off of his shirt one could see two thick and long surgery scars, one where his weak heart was beating in his chest and the other across his stomach. Oliver was lean, thin even and his skin was pale. Just when he looked back into the others eyes he was pulled into another kiss and it surprised him a little that his twin now seemed to be in the same heat as he was and that he didn’t seem to have that barrier anymore that had kept him from fully going with it. He kissed him back and Oliver’s kisses became greedier and more animalistic, his tongue wanting to get a hold of the others, always catching it, letting go, chasing it again and coiling around it like a snake on a branch only to let it slip away again. Hearing his brother moaning into their kiss and saying his name like that was riling him up some more and after a while he just couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to go further than that. When he unlocked their kiss a thin strand of salvia remained and connected them. Without a warning his lips went to the others torso. He licked and sucked on Castiels nipple while his hands hastily opened the others trousers and pulled them down, exposing the others cock to him. It wasn’t the first time that he saw his twin naked but this was different, completely different. While his lips and his tongue were travelling further down the others body licking over his muscles and showering him with kisses leaving him with even more love bites his right hand was stroking over the shaft of the others dick before he started teasing and rubbing the head with his thumb and his left hand was handling the others balls. “I love you so much Castiel! You’re mine and you mean everything to me.” His husky voice sounded between the kisses on the other body. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Alfred ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ When he had emptied his cup of coffee he finally was on his way walking through the streets that weren’t as crowded anymore. Here and there one could still see single people rushing through the district or groups standing in dark alleys doing their business but all in all morning time was the quietest and hence best time in district seven in Alfred’s opinion. It was still dark outside what was good so he could enjoy the darkness and the cold wind blowing through his blond hair on the way to the house of that debtor. Richard Morrison was his name. It was quite a way to walk and the way down there was so uneventful that it even seemed surreal or like a conspiracy to the hitman. When he suddenly heard someone screaming from a roof top he knew that everything was as usual though. From the corner of his eyes he looked up to the roof top and he saw that guy that had been desperately screaming that someone should give him something that he could do. He probably was one of the more crazy inhabitants of district seven, nothing special since most of them were complete lunatics as far as Alfred was concerned. He could see black hair that shone bluish in the moon light and grey eyes when he looked closer but the more prevalent thing that jumped right into the eye was the blood that covered that guys face and teeth. It looked repulsive somehow, as if he had worse table manners than a fucking lion devouring an antelope not that Alfred’s own manners were anywhere close to decent. Indifferently he averted his eyes again and focussed on the numbers of the houses until he reached number eleven. Within mere seconds Alfred had unlocked the door and broken into the house. To break into Richard Morrison’s flat then was even easier. As expected he found an empty home. Turning on the light he started to search through the man’s stuff that wasn’t anything of worth or interesting. He already wanted to use other measures when he found a photo that apparently meant something to the man. It showed him and a woman, possibly his wife or girlfriend. Alfred grinned when he threw himself into an old dirty and uncomfortable armchair, laying his feet onto the coffee table while looking into the happy faces on the photo. It would be easy to make this guy pay his debts to his client. He would either hand him the money or Alfred would take that woman from him and bring her to his client instead of the money. That would mean that his client would probably use her as a prostitute to get his money back. The hitman leaned himself back and he could feel the loose springs in his back. He only had to wait for the guy to return now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haraku Posted October 12, 2017 Share Posted October 12, 2017 Castiel Castiel loved how hungry Oliver seemed. The lust so strongly mixed with love filled him up and set his whole body ablaze. In the midst of their mouths moving against each other, Oliver began removing Castiel's shirt, making sure to carefully but hastily undo the buttons that hid his chest. Once the shirt was opened Castiel moved up some to remove his arms from it so it could be tossed to the ground. Castiel paid close attention to each movement even with the current distractions. Castiel let out a throaty moan when Oliver bucked into him. He could feel his erection through his trousers and got it made his own get so painfully hard that every movement came with pain and pleasure. "Mmmm! Mmm~!" He moaned out even though they were muffled by the intense kiss he was currently sharing with his twin. When Oliver pulled away and removed his own hoodie it gave Castiel only a little time to recuperate. Hot, labored pants were all he could manage at the moment. Not that he really minded. His mind was soup but somewhere in that soup he couldn't help but think about how wrong this was and all the reasons he shouldn't be doing this. They were siblings closer than any siblings could ever be. Twins, brothers...it was all just wrong. Something just scolded him and explained why he shouldn't be doing this but when Oliver attacked his nipples all thoughts flew out the window. "Ahnn n-no you're too rough!" He cried out, eyes clouded with lust and a huge helping of love. His hands came down to squeeze the fabric beneath himself as tight as he could. Trying to control the pleasure but it was nearly impossible. As Oliver trailed down his chest and eventually set his rock hard cock free he was spiraling. He was deeply appreciative of the kisses he received that trailed down his body, surely some of those would leave marks from the love bites that Oliver left. Castiel bucked his hips hard, his cock pulsing in his brother's hold. "A-Ah so good~" he practically melted at feeling the thumb rolling around the head of his cock. What he wouldn't give to just repeatedly shove that cock of his down Oliver's sweet throat. Oliver's possessiveness struck strings withing Castiel he never thought would ever resonate. Not so strongly at least. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd be able to do something like this with Oliver and maybe this would be the only time so he couldn't go back now. He had to do this...just once if never again. "O-Oli I...your mouth...please." He begged in soft whispers. His chest heaved, sweat glistening from his forehead and other parts of the visible portions of his body. Something in him grew hungry, wild and he really wanted to please Oliver too. He placed his hand on Oliver's wrist in a gentle grasp, sitting himself up and hunching over to pull at Oliver's pants until they came down. The hardened cock of Oliver was straining against his boxers. Castiel shifted forward a bit to lick a small trail up Oliver's lower stomach before he pulled the boxers down and away with his teeth. The cock quite shockingly similar to his own sprung out and welcomed him. In Castiel's eyes it was like a gift from the heavens. His mouth watered as he imagined the taste. His own toes curled from the massage Oliver was giving his balls but he tried to keep his moans soft as he focused on the delicious cock in front of him. He wanted to take it all but he also wanted his own to be swallowed...how would that work? "I-I want to taste you Oli but I want you to taste me too." He averted his gaze from his twin, mismatched eyes looking anywhere but at Oliver. He was embarassed to even be speaking the words he was currently saying but they had already made it this far. He could keep going and he would! Lucifer...& Alice? Lucifer could barely hear footsteps down below but his eyes didn't land on the person until they were looking away from him. "oooh." He whispered and climbed his way down, sliding down a pipe and onto the roof of the old semi before slipping off onto the ground. Lucifer followed discreetly but stopped when the person broke into a building. "More scum huh?" Lucifer waited a moment before he jumped through the broken window, rolling upon hitting the ground before he stood up and stared down at the person. They were sitting down looking at a photo...was this their home? Maybe they forgot their keys? Oh what did he care. He was just here for the adventure. "Hello there." He purred out in that sickening way of his. Eyes growing dark or just seeming dark from the dreary atmosphere of the old, rickety home. It was just as run down as all these other homes out here in district seven. It's looks on the inside truly were no surprise but he was mostly used to Alice's home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Hideki- Posted October 13, 2017 Author Share Posted October 13, 2017 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ He could feel Castiel’s rock hard veiny dick throbbing and pulsating in his hand. The heat of his twins cock was amazing and so were the expressions of pleasure that escaped the other. All of this turned him on more and while he was pleasuring Castiel he could feel his own member that was still trapped in his now way too tight trousers painfully itching and throbbing, craving some attention and screaming for some touch and release as well. Still kissing the others body the urge to free his own cock and fuck his twin hard was rising and it became more difficult for him to control himself and be patient. When he heard his brother begging him to suck his dick he wanted to do it but he knew that he would need some service as well. Oliver was thinking of 69 and found the mere thought hot and hoped Castiel would be up for it when the other suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled himself up to get to the button of the black haired man’s trousers. It wasn’t quite as painful anymore with just the boxers on but he wanted them to be gone as well. When he felt Castiel’s tongue on his stomach his muscles tensed up and one could hear his heavy rattling breaths again. He looked down seeing his twin pulling down his boxers with his teeth and his boner that was springing right into the other man’s face. Oliver longed for the other to touch his erect manhood already, with his tongue, mouth, hands, arse, didn’t matter just give it some love. He looked into his twins eyes but the other averted his sight from him in embarrassment. The black haired didn’t understand why at first but then the other voiced his desires he apparently was ashamed of and they actually matched his own previous thought. Oliver smiled when he grabbed the other by his chin and made his twin face him again and looking him in the eyes. “We can easily do that. I’m sure you’ll taste delicious!” he said licking and nibbling at the others ear before he pushed Castiel down onto the sofa again. Oliver positioned himself so that his cock was right over Castiel’s mouth and his own head was placed at his twin’s dick. Starting off by licking and sucking on the others balls he then went over to caressing the shaft and letting his tongue play with the pulsating veins on his twins dick. Inhaling the manly scent of the other he shoved his tongue between Castiel’s foreskin and let it circle around the glans. Enjoying the other’s taste he took the whole length in his mouth and started to move his head to pleasure his twin. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Alfred ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ He let the photo disappear in the pockets of the trousers and pulled out his machine gun, while getting the knife that was hidden beneath his left sleeve ready when he heard someone coming through the window. Mister Morrison would not break into his own flat so it wasn’t him. Sighing deeply and annoyed Alfred didn’t make any attempts of getting up from the armchair for his visitor. He just sat there and looked at the man as if he was an annoying fly. The blond almost laughed when he recognised the guy from the roof top. “Well, well and there we have the desperately bored man who hasn’t learned to wipe his mouth clean.” He commented in his bass voice that was roaring through the nearly empty flat. “Apparently you’re a little stalker as well. You probably are one of those who kill random people for no reason whatsoever and because you are bored you want me dead huh? What a hassle.” The hitman said scratching his temple with the machine gun. The appearance of that guy was a pain in the arse for him as he had been looking forward to a quiet day without killing any further people than that douche in the shower room and without getting all dirty. He also didn’t plan on staining Richard Morrison’s home with the blood of some guy or to damage anything at that run down place. He just wanted to get the money from him and then get to the next guy to collect the money he owned to another client of his. And if Morrison just paid he wouldn’t even threaten or harm him, yes, he would even try and be polite. But this little piece of shit over there just wanted to ruin it for him for no reason in particular, because he was sick in the head and enjoyed killing. Alfred growled displeased and then he spoke in an amused voice again:” You really should get a better instinct for who you should target cutie-pie!” He snorted and while he was completely indifferent he still had checked his environment completely and examined the other and every twitch his body made. Getting to the age of 32 was nothing that would have happened if Alfred hadn’t known how to fight off scum like that. He had survived a few days in the dumpster as a baby, he had survived the slave work at that old hags place and he had killed the first person at age six because they had wanted to rape him. This dude with the dirty mouth didn’t impress him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haraku Posted October 13, 2017 Share Posted October 13, 2017 Castiel Castiel giggled when Oliver nibbled on his ear. He was absolutely ecstatic that Oliver knew what to do. The gold and blue eyed boy squeaked when his twin pushed him onto the sofa. He blinked in surprise when he found a beautiful cock with veins popping out from it's erectness staring right at him, almost waving at him in a welcoming manner. That was really all he needed but just as he began pressing small kitten like kisses to the foreskin that covered the head he let out an airy moan frm the service he received from his brother. That skilled tongue ran around his length, treating his veins with pleasurable care, and also tending to his balls. He could do it too! With that in mind Castiel restrained himself so he could part his plump lips and take Oliver into his mouth. The taste almost made him release his hot sticky semen right there. He may have been down but he certainly wasn't out! His tongue came out to prod and poke gently at the hidden tip which he revealed by pulling down the foreskin with his left hand, his right massaging Oliver's balls gently. As he licked down the shaft he began sucking on Oliver's balls and would switch every few seconds until he decided to come back up to Oliver's cock. He placed his mouth over the head, sucking hard, moving his head forward but only allowing the end of the head into his mouth before he'd move back again. The wet organ in his mouth swirled around the head, pushing into the little hole where a bit of pre cum came out into his awaiting mouth. He carefully swallowed it down and without even a moment of warning he was allowing his mouth to travel to the base of Oliver's cock. The large throbbing hunk of meat was pulsing in the back of his throat and it took over every sense he had. Oliver tasted so good- he'd never forget this delectable taste for as long as he lived. His eyes lidded, eyes going a bit dull while he began bobbing his head, practicing and learning as he went on swallowing hard to squeeze his throat around the member. Castiel would suck forever but he wanted Oliver to have maximum pleasure. He pulled Oliver's cock out of his mouth with a distinct pop. He stroked the cock with his free hand and used the other to pat Oliver's leg to get his attention. "O-Oli...please thrust into my mouth. I'll devote my mouth to your pleasure. Go as fast as you like please." His voice was sensual and low but also very erotic in terms of sexiness. His lips clamped lightly onto Oliver's cock and once again he was allowing it passage to the back of his throat. He swallowed again as his hips twitched at the overwhelming feeling of a mouth swallowing him. It was so hot and warm in Oliver's mouth and it felt like his cock was melting inside the mouth of his twin. Castiel truly could not hold on any longer. "Mmmn- mmmmh!" He moaned out in gurgled incoherent words and before he knew it all he could see was white, his seed leaving his cock as it exploded into the other's mouth. His hips bucked subconsciously while Castiel found himself floating on clouds. He breathed out through his nose since his mouth was very occupied. Alice & Lucifer Alice looked around the abandoned area with a confused expression. "He usually stays until I come back. The hell did he go?" Her heels clacked against the ground as she began walking down one of the many alley ways. "Did he go on another hunting trip?" That thought was immediately crushed by common sense. "He never strays too far away for good reason. Something's not right. He wouldn't bullshit like this either...what the hell." Alice was truly concerned because none of this made sense. She taught Lucifer what to do and what not to do and straying was up in the top 10 things of what NOT to do. 'Shit I hope he's alright." Lucifer eyed the machine gun as the man scratched his head with it. What a boring instrument. Hands were mans best weapon. The blondie pocketed the picture and couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of him. His expression showed annoyed but all Lucifer saw was a bored looking blonde haired man with a machine gun. Pretty specific sight. "Stalking isn't my specialty but it depends on who it is and I don't know who you are so what reason would I have to stalk you? Oh wait I know!" He started up with sickly enthusiasm. "I don't need a reason to do anything!" He sneered but his smile remained. He tilted his head to the side, arms to the front of him parallel to one another. There was a highly noticeable blank look in his eyes but a strangely happy feel to his wide grin. The comments about the blood around his mouth went through one ear and out the other. He merely stood there and stared at the blonde haired man. He began cackling like a mad man at the others words. "How rude!" He said in a sarcastic tone that somehow held a bit of restraint in regards to how sarcastic he was at the moment. "Don't you know it's impolite to assume? If I came to kill you- you'd already be dead." Lucifer's killing methods changed drastically with each encounter and how he killed one guy could be completely different to how he killed the next. It always depended on the person and how well he managed to analyze them before going in to finish them off. "My instincts are sharp and you smell surprisingly good but I do appreciate the compliment." He slurred out as he turned his back to Alfred only to quickly turn around again, laughing as he shook his head and leaned against the wall with a hand over his face. "Hell I tracked you because you smell like an interesting person but I may be wrong. Your demeanor is all wrong. Well to put it frankly- you're quite boring." Lucifer's hands began to twitch. Out of nowhere Lucifer began hacking at his own chest, drawing blood as he scraped repeatedly until his fingers calmed down. His blood never fell to the floor but instead he cupped it in his hand and smeared it on the shoulder and upper back of his hoodie. The hood had been down for a while now and now it was covered in more blood. "H-Heh sorry about that. I get a little anxious sometimes. G-Gotta draw blood every 30 minutes or I'- hah never mind." One of the things Alice taught Lucifer was to never spill too much to someone he didn't know. "Anyway could you prove me wrong? Surely you're different from everyone else in this tiresome hell?" The excitement was almost ill like in his eyes. Everything seemed to be when it came to him. "AHAAHAHHHAHAAH don't worry! I didn't expect much from you anyway." Lucifer turned his back as he stared out of the broken window. "It's been fun?" The statement came out more as a question but as soon as he began to make his way out someone walked in. "Hi there." He greeted with a twisted smile evident on his features. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Hideki- Posted October 14, 2017 Author Share Posted October 14, 2017 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver was sucking Castiel’s dick as if he wanted to swallow the thing whole, as if his mouth didn’t want to ever let that delicious hot pulsating cock go again. His tongue was going around the others length like ivy around a tree and when he could taste his twin’s pre-cum it just made him greedier and more ambitious to give the other an amazing orgasm. While he was caring for the others member the groans of his own pleasure were muffled down by the thick cock in his mouth and it was probably better as he had seemingly lost control over his voice at this point and wasn’t able to hold it back. His brothers doing electrified him and the electric shocks that were running through him became stronger the more his twin pleasured him. Oliver’s body was a hot sweaty mess and his heart had its trouble to keep up with the fast beat so it skipped one or the other. Even though he was restricting the thrust he automatically made to not choke the other with his cock he still got carried away with the rhythm. It felt like Castiel wanted to suck everything out of him there was and when his brother let his dick flip outside of his mouth he felt his abandoned cock twitching and screaming for the other to continue and take it into the wet warmth of his mouth again. Oliver wanted to be back inside of the others and it became even more attractive to him when his twin told him that he had not to restrict his movements any longer. He wouldn’t have thought that Castiel was fine with that and it made him even happier that he was. Still taking good care of the other man’s dick he thrust his own into his twin’s throat deeper and harder than before penetrating his mouth. His movements became faster and harder while he was deepthroating Castiel. The tightness around the head of his dick felt incredibly and the feeling send a thunder struck through him and he knew he was close to cumming. Apparently his twin had wanted to do that before him though and Oliver felt the others hips bucking up beneath him as he shot his load into his mouth. The black haired man didn’t mind, everyone else he wouldn’t have allowed to do that and he would also never have swallowed it but with Castiel it was different. Swallowing up the whole load of cum he let go of his twin’s dick licking over his thin lips. To his surprise he liked the taste of it but he couldn’t focus on it much as he was - now that no cock lowered his voice anymore – loudly and frequently groaning in pleasure as he was about to cum himself. The muscles in his body tensed up as he was pounding hard but out of his rhythm into the others throat where he exploded and left a huge load of cum for the other to swallow down. He liked the thought of his sperm in Castiel’s body, to him it was like another claim, like another way of marking him as his own. His breath still heavy, rattling and irregular he rolled over and placed himself next to Castiel, gently stroking over the others body as he looked him in the eyes before he pulled the other into another wild kiss that strongly tasted of their cum. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Alfred ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The blond raised one eyebrow at the others response to him and he couldn’t help but to think that this man had the attitude of some pubescent teenager. “Woah, how edgy.” He commented sarcastically and at the same time he thought it was pathetic for a man that age to think that someone didn’t need a reason to do something. There probably was a reason as to why this wackjob had followed him and was in this room with him now anyway. Maybe his mother had forced him to eat too much strawberry ice cream instead of feeding him milk as a toddler or some other psychological or psychiatric bullshit that Alfred didn’t give a flying fuck about and didn’t take seriously. What followed nearly made Alfred burst out into laughter but he controlled himself and didn’t even show an amused grin! Indifferently he said:”I wouldn’t bet on that if I were you. But keep convincing yourself.” He had lost count of the many amounts of times he had heard that sentence and he also had lost count of how often he had survived their later attempts of killing him while they had croaked in their own filthy blood. Some of them had been decent opponents others had been like a mosquito to him. “Sure they are, like a lion’s right and yet you think that you could kill me off in a heartbeat.” He mocked the other but when he heard that story about his smell and that the other had liked his smell he knew that this guy wasn’t just the normal district seven crazy but that he was probably a complete nutcase. And what followed after that proved him right about that. The black haired dude was scratching his whole torso open and was smearing himself with his own blood. The guy was severely insane. He didn’t need to spill blood every thirty minutes; he needed a shrink, medication and a good straitjacket. “Nevermind! Scratch yourself as much as you want buddy if that makes you feel better.” The blond said in regards to that shaking his head. Why did he always have to run into those that were completely bonkers? Now scratching his chin with the machine gun he looked the crazy man right into his eyes when he answered his question:”No! I won’t proof anything to you. You’re right, I’m the most boring and unspectacular person in the whole district.” Alfred would take being called boring as a compliment every time, as that was what he really wanted to be for other people, boring and uninteresting so that they wouldn’t get on his nerves. While whether he was boring or not was highly subjective it was a blatant lie to say he was the most unspectacular person in the district as this wasn’t the case. The blond had made himself a name in the district even though most people didn’t know how he looked like. They had called him the Kaiser of death since age sixteen and there were still gangs who were trying to force him to get into their rows. Alfred had not liked being turned into a legend but he had thought that Kaiser would be a decent last name as he, a kid from a dumpster, hadn’t had one. When the other suddenly started to laugh hysterically telling him that he hadn’t expected much from him he couldn’t help but to think that this figure in front of him was a pitiful creature. The blond just brought a “Good!” over his lips and since the other made an attempt to leave the house he thought that there might was a chance that he wouldn’t annoy him any further and he could just wait for Morrison without being interrupted. But Richard Morrison’s timing was rather off so he appeared in the room before the insane guy could leave. Richard was a sneaky little coward who had only survived because he was quite good at running, hiding and he was able to cheat the gallows. Even though it hadn’t gone as planned the man was still surprised and horrified about the visitor he had or in this case the visitors he had. When the short man’s eyes met those of the blood covered mad man the owner of the flat shuddered and looked just as grossed out as terrified. Alfred’s well combed, hygienic appearance in his button up shirt didn’t seem to repulse or shock him as much despite of the machine gun and him being much more muscular. The man who had just arrived made fife steps away from the black haired screwing up his nose saying:”What do you want from me. I don’t have anything of worth. You’ve probably seen it yourself. Just leave me alone, please.” He whimpered and Alfred sighed. “Richard! Ignore him; he doesn’t even know why he is here in the first place. I on the other hand have come only for you as we, you and I, have some business to take care of.” He informed the other and now Morrison was also making an attempt to get away from Alfred with which he had maneuvered himself right up against the wall all by himself like an animal in a trap. “Business? What business? Good Sir, I don’t even know you. Really! What do you want from me? Please, leave me alone.” The man said in tone that was pathetically pleading. The blond didn’t react to any of that. “You sure know my client as you owe him 5000 thousand bucks and today is payday.” he said seemingly completely focussed on Morrison even though he still always had an eye on that blood covered black haired stranger. That had rang a bell for Richard and he now completely panicked. He started to sweat like a pig and was running his hands over the fabric of his own trousers anxiously. “But ...I ... I don’t have 5000 bucks.” It came from Morrison and now Alfred grinned getting closer to the man. “Well, that’s a shame. So I guess we have to make it the other way then.” He pulled out the photo and said the name of the woman as well as the address he had found on what had seemed to be the first letter the woman had written to the man. “I will get her and I will bring her to my client instead and she will work for him until the 5000 bucks are paid back. With that face and body I’m sure it will take a while and she will have to spread her dirty little legs for quite some men.” He informed Morrison about his plans and what followed were begging and a shower of “No don’t.” Screams. “Please Sir, she has nothing to do with that. Please. I have 3000 bucks.” He said and he was handing him the money. The blond grabbed it and counted it quickly. “Great, so she only has to spread her legs until 2000 bucks are paid back to my client.” With that he went up to the door only to be grabbed by his wrist by Morrison who was clinging and hanging onto him. “No! Don’t harm her! She has two little children and they don’t have a father. They will die without her. You can’t do that to her. She is a fine lady, you hear me.” He begged him and Alfred turned around with an indifferent face and he knew that he would definitely get what he was here for from Morrison. “So? I have rats in my house. Sometimes they come into my bed tonight to snuggle.” He replied and Richard’s desperation grew. “I’m telling the truth she really has two children, Emma and John.” He whined and Alfred patted his shoulder. “I believe you. And I really have rats too. Rats, children, there is no difference to me.” The blond told the pathetic debtor who apparently needed another push. “You know what, I think I’m taking the first ride. I will fuck her pussy until she bleeds and maybe she will breed some other rats, I mean kids. Think of my dick and my sperm in that little whore of yours. My teeth biting her tits, my hands choking her while she cums over and over again screaming like the pig she is. And maybe, maybe I make little Emma and John watch how I ravage and degrade their whore of a mother.” The hitman had become really persuasive in this little act that was always entertaining. Either the men he told that to completely lost all their rationality and drowned in their own anger acting irrational and careless or they would break down and do everything that he wanted to prevent that from happening and Richard was the second type of guy. It was also amusing that they actually believed him. He found rapists disgusting, he would never rape someone and he was as gay as could be and wouldn’t even get it up when faced with a chick’s body. Plus, in reality he really thought that the lady had done nothing wrong so it probably was more likely that he would have invited her on a tea at Ernie’s bar until his client would come and get her. Still he had yet to find a guy who didn’t buy it completely just as Richard did. “I have jewellery!” the debtor suddenly revealed making Alfred smirk before he continued with his act:”What, I thought you had nothing of worth. Haven’t you told me that before? Could it be that you've lied to me here?” Richard shook his head, then nodded, then shook his head again, his body was shivering uncontrollably. “No, I ... It’s .... it’s from my family. All that remains of them. It means a lot to me.... I....” the man didn’t have the strength to speak any further, he really was a whinging coward. “Where is it?” the hitman demanded to know but he didn’t get an answer. Alfred didn’t intent to ask a second time so he said:” If you don’t want to tell me we still have the other option. I can still take your girl. She will make a nice cum-dumpster.” Now that he knew a 100% that Richard had something of worth Alfred was lying to Morrison about the option. If that man would try to sell this woman and her little family in favour of jewellery he would take Morrison to the organ dealers and they would make him a good price for his body. He could pay back his client and keep the rest. But it seemed like Richard Morrison made the right decision. He told Alfred where he had hidden the pieces of jewellery and the blond cut the armchair open and pulled out a thick, long golden chain and a diamond ring. The man let both pieces disappear before he went up to Morrison again patting the man’s cheek. “It was a pleasure making business with you, maybe we’ll meet again.” He said mockingly blowing a kiss his way. “Have a nice day you two.” Alfred wished Morrison and the lunatic black haired man before he attempted to leave the flat and then the house. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haraku Posted October 14, 2017 Share Posted October 14, 2017 Castiel Knowing Oliver had swallowed all he had to offer whilst thrusting deep into the back of his throat sent Castiel in a frenzy. The way Oliver thrust his hips so his cock could stuff itself repeatedly further and further into Castiel made him hard all over again. This newfound love of being treated like a fuck toy made the mismatch eyes boy's heart flutter. He kept the moans Oliver released in his mind, locked away to always remember. Spit and saliva dribbled at the corners of his mouth but he didn't care. Even as it dripped off his chin he was too enthralled in the tasty sensation running over his tongue, filling up all of his senses with a heavy scent strong enough to rival bleach. It was the smell of pre-sex in the air. There was a sudden harsh pulse from the cock buried deep in his throat and suddenly loads and loads of hot milky semen was shooting down his throat straight into his stomach. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. What a taste. His throat instictively clamped down around Oliver's cock, milking him of everything he had to offer, also carrying the thick substance all the way down. When Oliver pulled out Castiel gave a gargled moan of content. The taste of cum was fresh on his tongue and he got his own helping of it when Oliver kissed him. "Mmmn~" he moaned into the kiss. Reaching down to stroke his twins cock. He pulled away for a moment to get another breath of air but then made a mental decision right then and there. He moved closer to Oliver turned around, rubbing his ass up and down the shaft of his brother's thick member. "Oli~" He purred out, turning his head over his shoulder to look his twin in the eyes. "Please fuck me...." He half-whispered then placed his hands down, moving his chest closer to the sofa and lifting his ass a bit in the air to present. With a face as red as a tomato and body as hot as a cat in heat he licked his lips still tasting the cum in his mouth from their kiss. It's like their cum belonged together. "D-Don't worry about preperation j-just take me as fast and as hard as you want. I want you Oli." Alice & Lucifer Lucifer watched the whole escapade with this debtor or whatever the other called it. The mentioning of rape and selling women irked him. If there was one thing he didn't like it was rape. Of course it always depended on the person but then again a man forcing himself on a woman, taking everything precious of her, calling her ghastly names was sickening even to him. As they continued having their conversation Lucifer slipped off towards the kitchen to wipe his face of with warm water. He dried his face off with the kitchen dry towel that was rather ratty and threw it on the stove. When he came back the blonde man was leaving with a farewell to both of them. The man looked broken and soulless from what he had to do just to keep this woman safe. Lucifer saw a soul in this man. He truly cared for this woman and was willing to give up family heirlooms just to keep her safe. "You're a real man, sir. I could never hope to be someone like you. I'm sure money is tight so all I can do- and all I can say is-" He pulled open the little pouch on his hip and poured the rubies into the mans hands. "Stay away from debtors and all of that. They're bad news." The man was staring at the shining jewels like they had mutated into some sort of fish with legs. In this kind of place that wasn't completely impossible. "T-Thank you...but why would you-" Lucifer held up his finger to shush the man. "I actually don't know. Consider yourself lucky though. I'm the cannibal of Dystopia. I'm sure you've heard of me but today just think of me as a miracle worker passing through. Don't tell anyone you know who I am but if your friend or girlfriend- whoever that is- if she's ever in trouble just call this number." He handed the man a black card, dirt on the tips of it but a number and a name written in white letters. "Good day to you. I've got a liar to catch." Lucifer made a running jump out the window, rolling to his feet to walk after Alfed. Once spotted he kept up to pace with him, walking in time a bit behind him but close enough so that the other new he was there. "Yo you're a liar. You said you weren't interesting but you sure have a lot going on- rapist." It wasn't really a threatening statement but it was more of one that showed his blatant disgust. "Despite that you collect debt from people. I mean the job is boring itself but the- WHAT THE FUCK." Lucifer screamed out after he hit the ground. Someone had thrown something that whizzed past Alfred and lodged into his shoulder. "You piece of shit- I've been looking everywhere for you!" Alice walked past Alfred and right up to Lucifer to step on his stomach, digging into it with her heel. "You know not to wander off! What the hell Luce!" The nickname made said person turn their head though they continued to grunt and grimace from the afflicted pain in his stomach. "It's not my fa-heeek!" Her heel had pressed too hard and now he was close to vomiting. "Don't lie to me." She sneered but lifted her heel and turned her back to him, waiting for him to get up. When he did she turned right back around ready to scorn more but then she took note of the glow evident on his features. Like he had just- "Did you do something good while you were out?" He nodded sheepishly and let his gaze fall off to the side in a small display of embarrassment. Alice's eyes lit up in surprise and pride. "I'm sorry then but still you wandered off and had me worried sick- not only that but you could have been ambushed. You can't always take on everyone you come up against! There are some freaks out there. In terms of sanity maybe not as freaky as you but in different ways they can be. In my meeting-" Alice turned her head to look at Alfred who was still too close for her to continue. "I was stalking him." Lucifer muttered and refused to make eye contact with her. "Ah...we need to talk elsewhere. Let's go home." Lucifer perked up and nodded, following her past Alfred. "Yes Ms. Queen of Dystopia!" He mocked playfully. Alice glared at him and harshly whispered "Don't say that out loud!" Lucifer gave soft apologies in response as they continued down the street. "I do have to make one more stop before we get home though. There's someone after you again and they live in an apartment around here. Either an apartment or a hotel. Can't remember what the guy said." "Do I get to take care of the remains or am I sitting this one out?" Lucifer questioned with heavy excitement in his tone. The way his scarlet eyes brightened would make one think his mind was on something innocent though it was heavily contrast in what he was truly thinking about. "Your choice." Lucifer lived for those words and he already knew his answer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Hideki- Posted October 15, 2017 Author Share Posted October 15, 2017 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Oliver ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Mixing his salvia and the taste of their cum with his twin in a wild dance of heat made his greedy dick twitch a little again. He enjoyed that taste a way too much and he wanted more of it making his tongue acting like a savage hungry beast in the others mouth. He felt lewd and perverted but also thrilled and like the king of the fucking world at the same time. It became even better when his twin started to stroke his dick again. Oliver groaned into their wet hell of a kiss and it didn’t take long and his manhood was standing hard like a rod of steel again. The black haired male couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw and felt Castiel rubbing his cute arse up against his throbbing length. That sight was a major turn on and if he had been a cartoon character he would have had an unstoppable nosebleed at this moment. His temperature was rising again and he felt his blood boiling in his veins. Having his twin asking him to fuck him like that made pleasure run through his body alone without him being even in him yet. The dark brown eyes wandered over Castiel who was presenting him his spread arse and Oliver breathed heavily his heart trying to keep up with the fast pace. What he heard coming from the other then was like a scene out of one of his wet dreams and he couldn’t really believe that Castiel wanted no preparation before. Was he serious about that? Was he that horny and needy? Maybe he didn’t mind the pain; maybe his twin liked it rougher and even enjoyed a little pain? If so, who was he to judge and he would definitely not deny him his thick cock in his sweet rosy hole. “I want you too Castiel! I want to fuck you!” he said and his voice was completely consumed by lust. He slammed his hard dick against the others arse and then rubbed it against that tempting hole of his teasing the other as seeing his twin that needy and desperately in heat was a sexy sight. Oliver didn’t manage to keep up with the teasing for long though as he was way too filled up with lust and heat himself. He put his dick in and as soon as the head had entered he shivered in pleasure. When he felt the tightness of his twin’s hole around him that was clenching hard around his cock, sucking it in he groaned deeply as he started moving. At first his moves were hard and irregular as he had to find his rhythm first but as he had it he got faster and was penetrating the other deeper hammering against his brother’s prostate that he targeted with his dick like a bullseye with an arrow. The more the muscle of the others arse tightened around him apparently not wanting to let go of him again, the more pleasure ran through him and the faster and harder he thrust into him hitting the other’s sweet spot over and over again. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Alfred ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ He enjoyed the cold wind that was blowing through his blond hair as he walked down the empty street. This had gone rather smoothly and he was sure that the next guy would pay his debts as well. There was only a small chance for a fight depending on if he had taken any drugs or was in a bad mood. Alfred knew that man rather well as he had had to pay him quite some visits already. The guy was good at making debts but not at paying them. He liked the silence on the street but it didn’t last long and he heard someone walking after him. Already knowing who those steps belonged to he rolled his eyes. What did this guy still want from him that he was even running after him like crazy? It didn’t take long to figure out the reason though as he accused him of being a liar and a rapist in all seriousness showing him how much he disgusted him. The blond looked to his side right into the guys eyes and even though he was trying hard not to laugh he was bursting out into laughter at the sight of that scolding, judging face looking down on him. “What was that about the sharp, always accurate instincts of yours again? Those that allow you to correctly analyse and assess a person’s personality and the person’s capability?” he asked amused. “Apparently you overestimated yourself exorbitantly as they don’t seem to be sharper than Morrison’s or any other random guy’s for that matter.” It was hilarious that this guy had bought it as well and even got upset about it. “Your instincts also seem to fail you when you think that Richard Morrison is a poor innocent little fellow who has been abused by me right now. He is not. Most of the guys I collect money from are criminals. Morrison is a thief, a cheater, a forger and a fraudster and he tends to take stuff away from those weaker than him because he is a coward. He survives by making people believe that he is harmless, by pulling an act and gaining their sympathy ,by whining and crying and begging and simulating defencelessness. Every second word from him is a lie. Those jewellery isn’t from his family, you didn’t believe that did you? He has stolen it. The ring originally belongs to Akira Tokuyama and Ria Tokuyama who married two years ago when the ring was made, those names and the date are ingrained in it, I’ve seen it when I took it out of the armchair. And the chain, he probably stole from some gangster.” he explained. “I’ll tell you a secret my naive friend, people like them won’t pay their debts if you only ask them because it is the right thing, because they owe someone that money, no! They won’t give you a penny even though they have the money. So you can either force them by using violence and torture or you give them a reason. I give them a very good and individual reason to do so. Not more, not less.” He was walking really fast and he could hear the wind rushing in his ears. “You’re still right about one thing though, I lied. But not about being boring, I really am that, I lied about other things to Morrison.” Alfred said still smirking widely. When that black haired man raised his voice again he sighed. Apparently he didn’t like his method of doing his job but he couldn’t complain about the hitman’s work ethics as something hit him and threw him to the ground before. The blond looked up and saw a woman in clothes that looked like only some bush people would wear them but her lips were painted. “And that is another performer of the circus I suppose.” He commented shaking his head. Not even the whores at Ernie’s would dress as ridiculous as that. Heck, not even Ronny and he liked dress-up. Alfred didn’t stop walking when that woman who apparently knew the guy had her little scolding session. “Maybe not a circus performer, maybe it’s more like a nanny.” He mumbled to himself while continuing his path. The two were so loud and distracting that he could still hear their talk though. They wanted to kill someone. A man as it seemed. Well it wasn’t his problem. And it also seemed like this insane guy would drink that guys blood or eat him or whatever. It was surprising that such an abnormal disgusting person was actually able to feel disgust himself, he thought and while he was thinking he saw the both of them rushing past him into the same direction he was going. Alfred thought it was unfortunate that they were walking into his direction and he just hoped that their business wouldn’t interfere with his again. Then he recognised that the guy had called the chick “Queen of Dystopia” before and he remembered that he had heard the name once or twice. “So that is that woman.” He thought but she didn’t interest him in the slightest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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