hates_trashcans (hates_trashcans) wrote in elsewhere_rpg, @ 2017-12-09 15:17:00 |
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Who: Marco & Jacob (NPC)
What: Marco makes bad choices.
When: December 8th, Evening
Where: The Brothel, then Jacob’s House
Rating: R, Sexual Activity and Violence
Status: Log - Complete
Those two were ridiculous. Thoughts and rants about and to Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye filled Marco’s flight to work. Yes, it was also ridiculous to fly to work, but the bird’s brain was calming in the back of his mind, and flying helped calm him down. Gee, would you look at that? A coping mechanism that didn’t turn everybody around him into knots, how novel! He landed behind the brothel and demorphed, then walked in. Marco didn’t work in his morphing outfit often because it made the comments and offers worse, but he was too pissed off to care. Still, he didn’t slam the door, the only outward indications that Marco wasn’t in a great mood were his eyes and the very slight scowl on his face. A scowl that deepened when he saw Riza standing there. “What?” He asked bluntly. It was her night off. *** The blonde woman pushed away from the door she’d been waiting near. They were in the back, customers not allowed here-- the supplies were tucked away, the extra liquor, the food, some extra clothing for the girls, and a few weapons. Riza’s steps were always confident, always sure and measured, that was no different tonight as she came forward to Marco, looking for all the world like a woman on a mission, though her eyes weren’t hard. And upon reaching him, her arms lifted and they curled around his shoulders, pulling the slightly shorter boy in against her, one hand smoothing over his back as the other slipped up into his hair, holding the back of his head gently. She didn’t say anything, though, she just stood there and held onto him, hugging him close to her. *** One thing that he’d always appreciated with Riza was that her way of moving meant you had no idea if she was going to kill you or hug you. Marco admired that in a person, which said a lot about his particular brand of fucked up. This time, she was doing the latter. The teenager stood stiff in Riza’s arms; if she wanted to hug him, fine, but he was angry for a reason and a hug didn’t empty out his brain nearly enough for him to forget. “Tell me when you’re done.” Was all he said in a short tone of voice. *** There were times in everyone’s life when they did something they regretted. No one lived without regrets. Riza had one she’d never forget, she’d been a little girl at the time, and she’d been acting out, being too loud while her father had been trying to work on his Alchemy. Her mother had scolded her and sent her to bed without dinner, so the next day, the six year old Riza had been angry. Her mother had come to give her a kiss before she went off to work, but Riza had turned her face away. So her mother had knelt down and hugged her instead. Riza had stood there like a statue in those warm arms, she’d refused to hug her mother back. Her mother hadn’t come home from work. It was the last time she’d ever seen her, and she’d stood there stoically, angrily, in her arms-- arms she’d never feel again. She didn’t know why that thought crept into her head as she held onto Marco, but it caused her to close her eyes and she turned her head some and pressed a careful kiss to that curly hair, tightening her arms just some. After a few moments, the Lieutenant pulled back to look at Marco and her hand lifted to brush a bit of his hair back behind his ear. A second or two passed, then the blonde woman was nodding once and stepping around him, to head out the back door and into the chilly night air. She’d promised she’d help Al and York at the hospital tonight. *** Although he was angry, Marco didn’t cut Riza’s hug short. Something about this was clearly more about Riza than Marco, and he was angry with them because he was their friend. Which meant he cared about them and wouldn’t deny Riza some kind of… something when she so very rarely asked for help. Instead he stood and let himself be manhandled, then returned her nod and watched her leave. First, he stopped at the bar to get a couple of drinks for himself. Sure, he didn’t usually drink when at work, but it’s not like getting a bit drunk stopped you from hurting people. After that, he grabbed a tray of drinks and started going around to the tables of patrons. Marco liked to blend in rather than shout ‘I’m here to electrocute you’, so he tended to act like he was a waiter. Sometimes he could get employees out of tricky situations without the customers even realizing it had happened. He stopped in front of a table of men and cleared his throat, “So, tonight’s drink order, guys?” *** “We’ll have a round of whiskey.. And get one for yourself too, pretty thing.” The dark-haired, dark-eyed man sitting at the head of the table replied, a smile touching his lips. He was a good looking man, he had a wonderful smile, and he was pulling out a few coins and setting them on the table for Marco to pick up. Enough for the drinks plus a nice tip. “What’s your name?” There weren’t too many men in this place-- well, there were plenty of men-- but not workers. And the pretty boy had caught this man’s eye. Was it any surprise? One of the girls was already sitting in the lap of one of his companions, they’d already had a few drinks and all seemed to be in a pretty good mood. It was pay day. *** One for himself? Why not? Usually he waved the offers away, but he’d already had a few and he liked whiskey. Plus he could stand a bit more fuzziness at the moment. So he grinned and bowed, “You got it, boss.” He said, scooping up the coins and heading to the bar. Once there, he relayed the order and split the tip with the bartender before heading back to the table with the tray carefully balanced. He leaned over and put a whiskey in front of each of the men, then picked up the extra one and lifted it a little towards the man who’d bought it for him as though to give him a toast before taking a drink, “Marco.” He said in response to the man’s question. *** The man took his drink as well, eyes lingering on Marco as he drank, then he smiled and he nudged out the chair beside him. “Sit with us for a few minutes. I’m sure you’re due for a break sometime soon, right?” He had no idea the boy had just come into work. “Please? I won’t take no for an answer-- I’ve never seen someone so beautiful in all my life. If I don’t talk to you now, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” Sure, maybe he was being a little dramatic, but he seemed like the type of guy who did things a bit over the top. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, he seemed like a nice enough guy. A hand pat the chair invitingly. “Just a minute or two.” *** If he actually was a waiter, he’d be in trouble, but he wasn’t. As long as he was there and paying attention to what was going on, he was ‘working’. So Marco shrugged and slid into the chair and looked around the table, only to break out in a huge grin at the man’s cheesy line. What? He appreciated it! Humor was one of his primary ways of interacting with the world. “Well, we certainly can’t have that. We can’t have you be on your deathbed, surrounded by loved ones, and going into the afterlife with my name and image eating at your thoughts. That won’t do at all.” He joked. “Also, aaaaaaw.” He said, grinning again. Beautiful. That was one of the nicer descriptions. *** The man chuckled and scooted his chair in a little closer to Marco’s, his hand finding purchase on one exposed knee. “You’re stunning. Has anyone ever told you that? Absolutely stunning. I’m Jacob.” He lifted his free hand, extending it out to the make-believe waiter with a smile, those dark eyes raking across the younger man’s face. He could tell Marco was young, but he didn’t really care how young he was. He was here, and he was old enough to make his own choices. “Can I buy you another drink?” Sure, the waiter would have to get it for himself, but he wouldn’t have to pay. “A round for my whole table, in fact.” The men sitting with him all gave a small cheer. *** Normally, Marco was pretty strict on the ‘no touching’ rule, but… well, Jacob was cute and Marco had already had a lot of alcohol. So instead he just laughed and took Jacob’s hand in his own, shaking it firmly, “Nice to meet you.” He said in a fake serious tone of voice, “That’s.. I’m still getting used to that.” He said sheepishly, but then his face lit up again and he said, “Absolutely.” He stood up and, again, delivered the alcohol to the table, passing it out before sitting in his own chair and again raising his glass in a toast before drinking. That was good. Now the only thoughts on his mind were of where he was right now, and his brain had forgotten about the past and future. Just the way Marco liked it. *** With the fresh drinks delivered, Jacob smiled more and when Marco was done with his own, he was offering his own shot of whiskey to the boy. “For a job well done.” His hand found its place on his knee again, giving a small squeeze. “What do you say that we get a drink somewhere else when you get off work tonight, Marco? Maybe have some dinner.” Was this man asking him on a date? Why yes, he was. He wanted to take Marco out on a date. Dinner and drinks. *** In response to being given more whiskey, Marco, being Marco, drank it. Then he started laughing, because being rewarded with whiskey for a job well done was just going to make him worse at his job, “You’re rewarding me with something that makes me worse at my job.” He said. Then Jacob said something about dinner and drinks, and Marco liked both those things, so he smiled at the man and nodded, “That sounds like a great idea.” He agreed, “I’m not working a very long shift, so I’ll be off in about 4 hours.” And if Jacob was there, they’d go eat, and if he wasn’t, then Marco could follow his original plan for the evening. It was win-win! *** Oh, he’d be there. He stuck around for another hour with his friends, but about a half an hour before Marco was ready to get off of work, he turned back up again and would buy him a few more drinks, markedly ignoring any of the pretty girls who came and tried to turn his head. He had eyes only for the boy in his morph suit. When Marco finally came to him and told him he was off work, he stood and would take the boy’s hand, bending at the waist to kiss his knuckles. “Then I believe we have a date to keep. Come on, beautiful, I’ve got dinner cooking now.” He’d left it in his oven at home to finish up, and it’d be just about ready when they got there. Because yes, he was planning to take Marco to his home. That was the most appropriate place for dinner and drinks and a little seduction. *** He’d accepted the drinks since they were spaced out enough that he wasn’t completely hammered, just pleasantly… pleased with things for the moment. Which ironically made him better at his job because Marco wasn’t a fan of people harshing his vibe. Marco laughed slightly at the overwrought gesture and started walking with him before the words fully registered. “You cooked me dinner?” Marco blurted. That was so much effort. Riza cooked them dinner sometimes, but nobody else had cooked him anything and Riza mostly did it because Roy was there. Nobody had just made him dinner. *** “Of course I cooked you dinner. I hope you like pasta.. I’m not the best cook, but I can handle pasta.” He smiled over at the younger man, leading him to the to the small house he was living in. It was a little run down, like everything else, and the inside was sparse, as was expected from a bachelor. But he led Marco in just the same, and would move to the kitchen to pull the baked pasta dish out of the oven and set it on top, fanning it off a little. “It’s ready now, if you’re hungry.” He was pulling out a few dishes. “Go ahead and take a seat anywhere. Sorry it’s not that clean, I gave my maid the day off.” His grin said he was kidding. *** “Yeah, pasta’s great!” Marco affirmed. He did like pasta. Who didn’t like pasta? And he followed Jacob inside and looked around with interest but without judgement, then plopped down onto a chair and watched Jacob grab dishes. This was so… domestic. Well, of course it was, Marco, you were in a house. “Now see,” The teenager pointed at him, “There’s your problem. You’re just too lenient with the help. If you start giving them days off soon they’ll think they deserve sick days.” Marco wagged his finger and snorted. This was so… normal. Said the boy sitting in an alternate dimension where everything was run down and you were having problems with two idiots from the early 20th century from a world where scientific magic existed and was called alchemy. Yeah. Totally normal. *** Totally normal. Dinner was brought around and soon set in front of Marco, with two beers to wash it down with. And while they ate, Jacob nudged Marco’s feet beneath the table, effectively playing footsie with him while chatting about his day at work, and asking innocent questions of the boy across from him. “You’re eating it wrong, you know, you’ve gotta twirl it on your spoon.” He scolded with a laugh as he watched Marco with the noodles. Really, the dinner was low key, it was nice. Comfortable. And the beer flowed freely as they ate. They’d have the harder stuff for dessert. *** Marco realized with a shock that he’d never done this. He’d never played footsie, or just had a dinner with somebody who seemed to just… like him. Well, like him enough to go to the effort for anyway. When he was teased, he pointed the offending item of cutlery at him menacingly. Or tried. His aim and stability wasn’t great. “No, the noodles are wrong.” He retorted with great indignation. Oh yeah, he was halfway to plastered. *** Only half way? Jacob would laugh at the threatening forking, but only offered up a bite from his own fork, and then he leaned across the table to press his mouth against Marco’s. It lingered, but it was chaste, just a press of lips. Then he was settling back down in his seat with a smile. “Finish your meal.” A simple demand that came with a grin, as he went back to his own pasta. Only once they were done did he take the dishes into the kitchen to leave them in the sink, then he was grabbing a bottle of tequila and bringing it over to the couch, patting it to indicate Marco should join him. “I brought dessert.” He called out enticingly. *** Marco clumsily took the bite off of Jacob’s fork, laughing at himself as he did so, but stilling when Jacob leaned across the table and kissed him. It was very different from the kiss he’d had with Roy. Not worse. Not better. Just different. When Jacob gave him an order, Marco raised a hand in a salute and continued eating. And then… ooh, was that tequila? “How did you know?” Marco laughed as he slowly made his way over to the couch and sinking into it. He looked at Jacob with brown eyes, “Why’d you do all of this? Everybody else just tries to haggle with me for sexual favors.” *** “‘Cause I wanted to take you on a date.” The bottle was passed over. “And if sexual favors happen to occur, I’m not going to run screaming from the room.. But if they don’t, that’s fine, too. There’s always the second date. Or third. Forth. Fifth.” He lifted his eyebrows. “Because you’re fun to spend time with, Marco. I like you.” After the younger man took a few drinks, Jacob would take a few drinks as well, then settle back in againt the couch, a grin on his lips. “But I have to warn you, if we’re talking sexual favors, I really love sucking dick.” He tipped the bottle towards Marco with a wink, then took a long pull from it before handing it back over. *** Each time the bottle of tequila was passed, Marco took a drink before passing it back. He really did like tequila. Okay, so he liked most alcohol. What was your point? Besides, Jacob’s answer made Marco giggle, and he felt ridiculous for giggling over something so stupid. But then he thought about it. “So,” He stopped to giggle, a pattern that would repeat every few words in the statement, “you went to a brothel with your friends, so you’re obviously cool with hookers. And your first reaction to seeing something pretty in the brothel is to ask it on a date?” It was adorable and hilarious, “That’s adorlarious.” Marco declared, smushing the terms together. Then he blushed a little as he took the bottle back. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “I actually don’t know what I like much yet. I mean, I know what I’d want to do but I haven’t… actually… you know… done it?” Marco’s voice raised like it was a question. *** “Well, I figure you weren’t a prostitute, or you’d have tried to sell yourself to me. But you’re cool enough to work there, so you’re an easy going guy. You’re definitely easy on the eyes, too. And you have a perfect ass, beautiful smile, and a great sense of humor-- so yeah, my first reaction was to ask you out on a date.” He said it as if it were the silliest question in the world. Duh, of course he asked him out! “And you are too cute for words.” Leaning in, he’d steal another kiss from Marco, but this time he lingered close. “Yeah? What do you want to do?” He asked those words more softly, close to the younger man’s face. *** “Look at you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.” Marco said with a laugh. Who thought that much in a brothel. This guy was so weird. Said the drunk teen aged shapeshifter in the alternate dimensional village. “If you’re not the village’s PI, your talents are wasted.” He proclaimed, blinking again when Jacob kissed him so casually. His brown eyes found Jacob’s and long eyelashes blinked as Marco considered how to respond, “Sit on your lap and kiss you.” He admitted. And right there, in that moment, that was true. This was nice. Marco understood now. So many things. *** “Well, come on then.” If Marco wanted it? He was going to get it, Jacob turned enough to reach out and tug the younger man closer, bottle set aside for now. He’d tug until he got Marco into his lap, then he was reaching up to cup the back of that curly-haired head and he urged the olive-skinned boy to lean down. Their lips met, and Jacob’s free hand settled on one spandex-covered thigh and gave a squeeze. Making out sounded like a perfect idea right now. *** Marco moved easily with Jacob’s hands on his hips, and leaned into the kiss. It felt amazing, and he was even drunk enough not to compare it to kissing Roy. For one thing, this went on for far longer, and there was a lot more movement on Marco’s part as he sat on the older man’s lap. Even in this state, the situation made him hard as hell, which was hard not to notice given their proximity and the tightness of Marco’s clothing. This was fabulous, and so uncomplicated. He didn’t know where that thought came from, and he slipped his hands underneath Jacob’s shirt. *** Jacob certainly wasn’t sporting what Mustang had beneath his shirt, but he was no slouch and was well built. And with those hands under his shirt, he allowed his hand to creep closer to Marco’s lap and brush his fingers teasingly over the bulge there. Just light touches, only teasing, and then the hand was moving away to begin pushing the shifter’s shirt up, doing his best to tug it up over his head. “Have you ever touched another guy’s cock before?” The older man asked in a heavier tone, his eyes falling partially lidded. Marco felt good in his lap. *** Marco complied with the gesture, raising his arms over his head and letting Jacob strip off the shirt. Sometime later, it would occur to him to wonder what would happen to the shirt if he morphed its exact replicate, but for now it didn’t occur to him. Lean was a word to describe Marco: He was small, but definitely not out of shape. He concentrated most of his attention on Jacob’s mouth and his skin beneath his hands until Jacob brushed between his legs. The sensation caused Marco to break off their kiss so that he could inhale an ‘oh’ and shut his eyes. In answer to the question, first Marco shook his head, “No.” He admitted. *** “So then I take it no one’s ever touched you before, either?” That hand soon returned, brushing again, then palming and giving a gentle squeeze. “Does it feel good?” Even as he asked, he let his other hand slip down so he could tug down those too-tight shorts a bit, and allow the younger man’s erection to spring free. His fingers curled around it expertly. “I want you to moan for me.” He told Marco in a husky tone, giving another little squeeze with his hand. That other hand moved aside to grab up the bottle, taking a swig for himself before offering it up to Marco again. *** “Y-Yeah,” Marco breathed in between touches to both questions: Yes, this was the first time and yes, it felt good. It felt amazing. Way better than touching himself somehow in a way that he couldn’t really describe. And it just got better when Jacob actually wrapped him around him. Marco let out what he would later consider a very embarrassing small whimper, then eagerly acquiescing with Jacob’s request, letting out a deep moan followed by a, “fffuuuuck,” whispered under Marco’s breath, then a tilt downward of his head, letting his dark curls fall around them. His attempt to coordinate enough to drink the tequila wasn’t wholly successful, and Marco laughed. *** His laughter had Jacob laughing too, and he’d stop moving his hand long enough to allow Marco to get a proper drink, before leaning in and kissing him again, to get the taste from his lips. Then, he’d take up the bottle and set it aside, before turning his body, Marco atop him, and dumping the younger boy onto his back on the couch, so he could lean down and give him a proper kiss, before starting to trail down his neck, over his chest, and lower still. The bottle was collected up again, and as he got lower and lower, he’d take a long, slow lick from stem to stern of that deliciously presented bit of flesh, before sitting back enough to actually pour some tequila over it, which caused him to laugh again. Well, now he had something to lick off! And he’d set about doing exactly that. He had high hopes that Marco might want to try the same thing. *** Marco was almost laughing too hard to take another drink, especially when the alcohol spilled on his junk. Most people would worry maybe that wasn’t good for the junk, but Marco could make a new copy whenever he wanted, so he laughed instead, though those laughs quickly turned into moans and gasps as Marco’s hands tightened in Jacob’s hair and his legs started to shake, “Oh fuck.” Marco exclaimed. This felt fucking amazing. *** What had Marco been missing all his life?! This. Jacob would spend his time licking lines along the length of the younger man, just to see if he could get him to curse more, or make more noises, before he ultimately took him into his mouth and decided to have a race against time to suck him off. How quickly, exactly, could he make this virgin come? He bet it wouldn’t take long at all. Moreover, he bet he could get him off a few times tonight, if he really tried hard. Virgins always had the best recovery times, even if their stamina was crap. And he planned on having a few goes at this. He planned on getting himself inside Marco in return. Who wouldn’t? *** Marco was unabashed in his squirming during the whole experience, and once Jacob dedicated himself to his craft it really didn’t take much to send Marco over the edge given his unfamiliarity with the whole sensation. In some ways, it felt like there was just a pleasant warmth in the lower half of his body that grew hotter and hotter until his legs clenched and he let out a final curse underneath his breath as his eyes shut to ride through the sensation. It took him a few moments to catch his breath. Then he laughed, “So… that happened.” He deadpaned. *** Jacob sat up, grinning like the cat who caught the canary, licking his lips as he climbed back up Marco’s body to kiss him, settling down atop his slimmer frame. He’d done it on purpose, of course. He wanted Marco to taste himself, and the best way was always with a kiss. He’d eventually break it though, putting their foreheads together. “You wanna give it a shot?” Hopefully Marco was still just as horny, and just as curious, as he had been twenty minutes ago. Because Jacob didn’t want to have his night end with a case of blueballs. That wasn’t fun for anyone. *** The kiss was a tiny bit… salty, and when Marco realized why his cheeks, dark as they were, turned bright red. It just seemed vaguely… ridiculous somehow. This whole situation. So he laughed again, “Okay, but I’m a newb, remember?” For some reason, everything was just funnier when Marco was drunk. He reached up to unbutton Jacob’s pants and tug them down, followed by his underpants until Marco was confronted with, well, another man’s boner. It was weird to think he had permission to touch it, a thought that made him laugh again before he reached out a small brown hand and stroked it before wrapping his fist around the man’s cock experimentally. *** That had Jacob letting out a soft breath and he nodded his consent. Or perhaps it was his approval, either way, the touch was welcome. “What do you think?” His first time touching another man. Jacob remembered that the first time he’d done it, it’d been thrilling. He could still remember-- his firsts had all come very quickly, all in one night. He planned for the same to happen here for Marco. “Try giving it a lick.” He encouraged with a smile, taking another drink of the tequila. They were almost out, but he was unwilling to go find another bottle right now. *** “It’s heavier than I expected,” Marco giggled a little bit, “And your angle’s, um, different than mine.” He made a motion for jerking himself off with a sheepish look on his face. He moved his hand up and down, taking note of Jacob’s reactions and trying to adjust accordingly. Marco ducked his head when Jacob encouraged him to lick it. But maybe why be embarrassed? He did it first? And they weren’t jumping off any bridges so that didn’t apply (and besides, Marco had jumped off bridges because all his friends had.) Marco carefully turned them so that he was on top of Jacob, then he looked Jacob in the eye as he carefully stuck out his tongue and gave the cock a lick. Huh. Cock skin had a different texture than skin skin. Weird. *** Ah, that was nice. Jacob’s hand came up to stroke through those dark, curly locks and he nodded, eyes falling half lidded. “Keep licking.” He encouraged. “Don’t forget my balls, too. You can use your hand, or your tongue.” Just keep going. Don’t stop. Hopefully this would give Marco enough time to get hard again, and then they could have a bit more fun-- because Jacob had no plans to waste any of his seed in Marco’s mouth, he wanted to put it inside him properly. A bit more drink would certainly ensure that would happen. But not just yet. Marco seemed to be enjoying the new tastes and textures of another man. “You like it?” He prompted again, fingers stroking through that curly hair. *** Don’t Forget My Balls sounded like an album by a parody band. Marco laughed to himself at the thought, but he did reach a hand around to caress Jacob’s balls, noting how fuzzy they were by stroking his thumb against them. Marco readjusted his body weight and gave a few more experimental kisses and licks to the shaft. “I feel kind of ridiculous but turned on at the same time? Is that a thing?” Marco asked with a laugh before reaching down to try to take Jacob in his mouth. Being a small man, Marco had a small mouth and throat, so he didn’t get very far before he pulled back. *** “Mm, that’s definitely a thing.” Jacob assured him, the dark man giving a little tug to that curly hair. “You’re doing a pretty damn good job-- hey. Look up at me.” He tugged that hair back to force Marco to look at him, and drop the salty treat from his mouth. “Stick your fingers in your mouth, just two of them, and suck on them. Get them real wet for me.” A tongue ran along his bottom lip as he made the request, his free hand still hanging onto the tequila bottle. Tonight was going to be a good night. A beautiful boy had come home with him and was apparently willing to do a lot of.. Experimental things. Jacob loved virgins. *** He continued to work awkwardly on sucking the man’s cock until he was tugged away and Marco blinked up at Jacob and listened when he made the request. Suck on his fingers? That was weird. But, you know, everybody had a fetish, Marco guessed. So he did; he shoved his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, maintaining eye contact the entire time before removing them from his mouth and presenting the fingers to Jacob with a flourish. *** Oh, yeah. The older man let out a slow breath as he watched Marco suck on his fingers like he needed them to breathe. Not bad at all. And when they were presented to him? A grin curled his face. “Now reach back behind you, and I want you to try putting one in your ass-- just try it. See what it feels like. Wiggle it around a little.” The sensation was certainly expected to be strange, but Jacob expected Marco would love it. He could turn this cute little virgin into a wanton whore, he was sure of it. *** Put his fingers up his ass? Marco looked at his fingers, then over his back doubtfully. He was all for the touching and everything, but that was… that was a different thing. So he looked back to Jacob and shook his head, “No, I don’t want to do that yet.” He didn’t know Jacob well enough for that. This was different; they were both there, facing each other, nobody was any more vulnerable than anyone else… Marco liked a good time, but not in the mood to be vulnerable right now. *** That caused the older man to scoff slightly. “Why not? You’ll like it, it’ll feel good. And you can do it to yourself, it’s not a big deal. Stop being a little bitch about it.” Well, where had that nice, funny young man gone? Apparently, he wasn't so nice and funny when he didn’t get his way. “Come on, just do it, you don’t have to be such a chicken.” Jacob really had no interest in prepping the boy, after all. It was always better when they did the work themselves, so he didn’t have to. “Now hurry up, my cock’s getting cold.” *** The name-calling made Marco flush and he was considering complying when Jacob basically ordered him to ‘chop chop’. Marco would follow orders, sure, but not this guy’s orders. It was like cold water poured over his libido, even as smashed as he was. So he scowled and sat up, disengaging from Jacob altogether and grabbing his clothes, “Warm up your own damn cock then, asshole.” He retorted. He was worth more than sex. *** Well, that was that. Jacob suddenly sat forward and grabbed hold of those dark curls again, yanking hard and forcing Marco’s head down against the couch, leaving his ass in the air. He leaned over and brought his free hand down, heavily, on the naked skin of his bottom in a hard spank. “I gave you a chance to stretch your ass, you little shit, so don’t bitch and cry when it hurts.” He grabbed a handful, gripping onto one cheek and spreading Marco open so he could lean and spit on him. Then that hand was rubbing the spit into his crack, before he got up off the couch and dragged Marco with him by the hair, so he could turn them and force the darker boy face-first down onto the seat cushions, and press his hips up behind him. “There’s a good bitch.” He purred the words out. *** Oh, was Jacob in for a surprise. Marco didn’t hide his squirming, or his sound of surprise when a wet hand shoved its way in between his asscheeks both because it was uncomfortable and because it was unexpected. However, from the first moment the man grabbed his hair Marco had been planning to get out the situation. One of the first lessons of alchemy was that the circle was for summoning, and the next rule was always about the importance of some kind of limit, because otherwise you tended to die, or the alchemy went out of control. Ed could cause earthquakes and Al tornadoes, Roy firestorms, etc. It was also true that you had to work with the physical limits of your chosen substance: Roy needed air. So did Al. Things like that. And electricity required conductivity. So, in theory, if Marco used an unaltered circle, it might be okay if the circle was an insulator, and small enough. Then it physically wouldn’t be able to hold enough to pull a lot of energy out of him. It’d still hold quite a bit though, so this might end up sucking and blowing them up. But he was waaay more likely to survive an electrical fire incident than Jacob. So either way… Marco turned around and quickly grabbed one of the buttons on Jacob’s shirt cuff. Then he used it. There was a bright flash and numerous volts of electricity took up residence in Jacob’s cuff, enough to set the cloth underneath on fire as the current traveled through the man’s body. For his part, the teenager scrambled away, breathing heavily and swaying slightly on his feet with a mad grin on his face. Alchemy was so cool. *** Alchemy was cool! Only, Jacob didn’t think so right then. He screamed as the electricity jolted through his body and his clothing caught fire-- then he fell limply to the couch, a few twitches jumping through his muscles as his body worked through the aftermath, his shirt still burning there, melting cotton to flesh. But he didn’t move. Good work, Marco. Had you killed him? *** Marco watched the man twitch without much feeling. Maybe he should be more careful about who he took home if he wanted to be an asshole. Still, Marco did lean over and poke the man, just to see if Jacob was still alive or if Marco would have to come back as a gorilla with a shovel and bury the man. Man, that would be a pain in the ass; it was winter and sometimes the ground was frozen. Oh well. Not his fault that Jacob was an asshole. The teenager poked him again. *** The man didn’t move, his muscles finally falling still. The fire continued to burn on his clothes and he didn’t so much as twitch. Good job, Marco. You’d killed a man. While drunk. And for what? If the authorities of Elsewhere found out, they wouldn’t be very happy-- surely Riza and Roy would defend him, but it’d put a deep and possibly dangerous rift between the locals and the group of newcomers who really didn’t belong. He’d have no choice but to ensure no one found out he’d been the one to do it-- but all of Jacob’s friends would know Marco had gone home with him, if he turned up dead like this. Good luck with that, kiddo. |