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Tweak says, "Expelliarmus!"

Uchiha Makoto (nishibi) wrote in tgr_ic,
@ 2008-01-29 19:52:00

[action log]
Who; Makoto and Nathaniel
What; Nathaniel is a horndog and Makoto does not appreciate this fact.
When; Yesterday evening after Nathaniel's crazy texting.
Where; Their room.
Warnings; Probably violence *cough*

Makoto didn't particularly appreciate Fidlema giving his phone number out like it was candy, but he supposed she hadn't been completely sober at the time so that was excuse enough. Nathaniel was mostly harmless. Annoying as hell sometimes, but harmless--Makoto could endure a lot of things without losing his cool and roommates that weren't exactly his type were the least of his problems.

He didn't really put much stock in that kid, anyway. He talked a lot, about a lot of things, but Makoto had never actually seen him do anything.

After clearing his text inbox, Makoto slipped his phone into the back pocket of his designer jeans and went back to what he'd been doing before Nathaniel had insisted upon harassing him: rifling through his closet in search of the kunai he rarely used but needed for the next morning's practice rituals. With some of Hayato's stuff in here too, it was rather difficult to figure out just what belonged where.

When his hand hit a cardboard box in the back, he knew he'd found it. Getting it out, though, required he take a trip into the closet.

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nancyboy__
2008-01-29 10:57 pm UTC (link)

Nathaniel had been here ages at this point, and for what? He'd kissed a few boys and made them cry, but beyond that only this long expanse of celibacy lay before him. He was considering suicide.

It made it even worse that he was dorming with three (two, since ~~Hakoto and Mayato~~ the twins were basically the same person) of the most attractive people he'd seen so far. Tsu wouldn't be too hard to persuade into some sort of sexual escapeade, but that would be too easy. To be honest, Nathaniel liked a challenge or two. And hell, those twins were a challenge and a half.

Tsu could come after.

So he'd finally decided it was time to play dirty. He'd asked Fidelma for Makoto's number (and had been surprised at how forthcoming she'd been, although, she'd been what the french called beaucoup ivre, and Nathaniel had taken full advantage of this) and then gone on to text message him to death. Just to prepare him for what was coming.

Although he wasn't a hundred percent sure how he was going to manage this. Should he just attack his peen? Should pretend he was attempting a civil conversation and then attack his peen? The chances seemed somewhat terrible either way.

The door swooshed open, and Nathaniel found Makoto bent over. Oh, well, at least he was ready.

"Bonjour, babe."

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nishibi
2008-01-29 11:15 pm UTC (link)

Used to Nathaniel's pet names by this point (and resolved to the fact that no amount of glaring and sharp words would get him to stop using them), Makoto did as he usually did and ignored the greeting. Well--he greeted Nathaniel in his own way, which meant pausing to look at him before returning to hauling the box of weapons out of his closet. Most of his stuff had been loaned to Seika, so it wasn't heavy as usual, but it was still awkward for a moment.

Setting the box on the desk, Makoto finally pushed his hair out of his face and gave Nathaniel a look. One that would have spoken rather clearly to even the most dense that he was not amused and Nathaniel should possibly remove Makoto's number from his phone book ASAP.

Makoto understood that they were roommates. That didn't mean that they had to be on texting terms.

"I'm not staying," he said, opening the box and frowning slightly at the contents. Nathaniel was promptly avoided in favor of the metal inside the box, which Makoto carefully stuck his hand into--and immediately retracted. One of the sheaths had slipped off one of those very sharp objects, the point of which had found Makoto's finger.

"Kuso'...tch." He put the finger in his mouth and turned back to Nathaniel, eyes swiveling to the box of bandages in the closet behind him.

"Nathaniel..."

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nancyboy__
2008-01-30 05:14 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't at all that Nathaniel was dense. While he wasn't particularly intelligent, especially when compared to the 'average' student at Algernon, Nathaniel could understand people. He liked people. If Nathaniel hated you with a fiery passion you were either a David Hasselhoff or a complete douchebag. So, generally, he took people as they were. Makoto could be an asshole, but he had a very cute mouth, and there was that whole kinky twin thing going on which had definite wet dream potential. Nathaniel had a feeling that Makoto and Hayato knew all about that.

In any case, Nathaniel took in Makoto's less than gracious welcome (Oh, LUUUUCY, I'm HOME~~) and the thought of deleting Makoto's number never even crossed his mind.

And then, the perfect opportunity. There needed to be no graceless attacking of peen ~~(although any sort of groping seemed to be a little clumsy; that was its nature)~~. Someone with those big guns upstairs was playin' Nathaniel's game. Maybe on Sunday he'd even attend some sort of church service. If all went to plan, of course.

Because Nathaniel was desperate. Normally Nathaniel didn't have to force people to do the nasty with him! He was aware that he was mostly attractive and good at what he did, so there had never been a need to force any sort of interaction when the other was unwilling. But to be without sex for, what, almost twelve weeks. That was unheard of. Makoto was tempting him all the time! Poor unfortunate soul. (Nathaniel, that is, not that dastardly find, Makoto.)

He swallowed the teasing comment that was dying to spill out, and reached back to grab the box of bandages. He pulled one out (his mind whirring, trying to map out exactly how...argh, just go grope him!), and approached casually. Without asking or falling all over him, he quite simply pulled Makoto's finger from his mouth, wiped it on Makoto's leg and bandaged it. No touching that wasn't required. He pulled back and admired his handiwork.

And then he reached forward and groped Makoto's crotch, smiling lightly.

"Better?"

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nishibi
2008-01-31 12:35 am UTC (link)

That wasn't what he had asked for, and Makoto had to resist the urge to slap Nathaniel's hand away when he decided to take it upon himself to bandage Makoto's finger. He was going to snap out something about how unsanitary it was to bandage a wound without cleaning it properly, especially when it had just been inside his mouth (the human mouth was quite dirty, even his own--Makoto admitted that), when Nathaniel also decided that it would be all right to take a hand full of Makoto's junk.

Which, by the way, it wasn't.

There was no outcry of What the fuck?! nor exclamation of alarm or shock, though it showed in Makoto's eyes. He was nowhere near as good at hiding his emotions or shock as his fathers were, and there had never been any need to be. But he wasn't loud either, at least not in the way that would give Nathaniel the satisfaction of hearing his agitation.

In cases like these, Makoto just acted. It seemed when his emotions were the clearest, this was the result--any other time and Makoto could be found spending hours and hours tediously rationalizing his behaviors. But now, there was no need to. His mind and body were both in alignment. One did not travel into the danger zone without fully experiencing the consequences.

He fisted his hands in Nathaniel's shirt and spun him around, shoving him toward the nearest surface which just happened to be the pillar holding the top bunk aloft the bottom. Certainly not very comfortable. Yes, Makoto was smaller than Nathaniel, but he was also very good at combat and he was also very angry. Very, very angry.

"Didn't they teach you in kindergarden to keep your hands to yourself?" He hissed, face dangerously close to the younger boy's. Adrenaline had clamped his fingers shut on Nathaniel's shirt. "Obviously they didn't--" here, he put a very careful knee between Nathaniel's legs and exerted a warning pressure, "grit it--into your brain hard enough."

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nancyboy__
2008-01-31 09:11 pm UTC (link)

Ow. Back was crying out with all sorts of insults aimed at Makoto. Nathaniel had been in worse positions before, and before anyone asks, no, that was in no way of a sexual reference. He'd met his fair share of narrow-minded pricks, and his position seemed more like deja-vu than anything else. Except that Makoto was infinitely more attractive than any of them. That and...

"Rawr~" Makoto's knee was hard, meant to be painful, and it was. But Nathaniel knew that Makoto wanted Nathaniel to squeal. He wanted the boy to feel bad and cry out in anguish. Apologize, perhaps? Promise to never do it again? Please, Nathaniel had been asked to do things things more than once through violence. Nothing new.

He bit the inside of his mouth in the most subtle way he could, and then pressed his thighs, locking Makoto's knee in place.

"You know what they didn't teach you in kindergarden? Hugs. They're fun. You.....should try it." Makoto was the kind of person that was less attractive when they were only mere inches away. Well, that was okay. You didn't need to be face-to-face for anal.

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nishibi
2008-01-31 09:46 pm UTC (link)

"I've gotten plenty of hugs," Makoto informed him, frowning slightly at the pressure that was exerted on his leg. Nothing he couldn't get out of, but it would be awkward and pave the way for more of Nathaniel's "affection."

He actually wasn't expecting anything from Nathaniel in the way of expression of guilt. It could just be said that Makoto liked it rough, and he did. But Nathaniel wasn't going to get any of that in the way he was hoping for; there was only one person that Makoto would share that with and it wasn't his horny roommate. He pressed his knee up a little further. Angled his hip so that it was digging into Nathaniel's lower stomach.

This was the second time he'd used physical force with someone in the span of a week. Makoto knew he wasn't getting more violent. People were just getting more stupid.

What did Nathaniel expect, really?

"I don't want your hugs, or your hands anywhere near my assets," Makoto said lowly, "And for that matter, keep them away from my brother as well." He gave a shove hard enough to press Nathaniel back into the pole and give himself enough momentum to get his knee out of that locking grip.

"Tch..." He backed up and flicked his thumb against the bandage on his finger.

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nancyboy__
2008-02-03 12:55 am UTC (link)

There was a big difference between getting hugs and giving them. Nathaniel told Makoto so. In fact, it was almost worse, the way Makoto said it. He receives affection, but none of it seems to touch him, not really. Ice queen; the nickname he'd earned himself in Nathaniel's inner monologue seemed to fit.

Plus, he would make a very beautiful drag queen. If Makoto ever went to Stockholm during their annual gay parade, he'd get himself shot by rival queens, that was for sure.

Nathaniel tucked his lips into a pout, which quickly morphed into a hiss of discomfort as he was pushed into the pole once more. He pretended to mourn the loss of Makoto's knee (a masochistic part of him did). "Oh, but I can't help myself~ It's like a gravitation pull, darling."

He couldn't help but grin as Makoto mentioned his brother. Oh, but that was just too sweet an opportunity...

"Ah, selfishly keeping him for yourself? Then again, I don't hear all that many contented sighs...Having some problems getting it up? I could help you out with that." He reached behind himself to rub his aching back. Ohhh, that would bruise. And it would probably bruise further if Nathaniel didn't keep his mouth shut.

Then again, that was an impossibility. Nathaniel had gotten used to keeping his mouth open.

"You can pretend I'm Hayato~"

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nishibi
2008-02-03 04:40 pm UTC (link)

"You don't know a thing about me, so don't pretend you do," Makoto muttered lowly, the asshole implied. He gave hugs. Perhaps not as frequently as his brother, but he had never been short on affection when it came to the ones he loved. But why show that to people he was apathetic about? It wasn't that it was work, but Makoto liked to think that he gave something to the ones that were special to him that he didn't give to people who weren't.

It would do Nathaniel some good to be ejected into space, Makoto thought. Then gravity would be hard to come by and perhaps his hands would be glued to his own body, which was really the only thing he deserved. But before Makoto could share that fact with him, something else had taken precedence.

Not that such an accusation was really worth answering, but Makoto found himself offended all the same. Of course he wasn't having a problem getting it up. And really, if he hadn't been a teenaged boy with the sex drive of a..healthy teenaged boy, Nathaniel's...offer, so to speak, would have disgusted him. But really, if Nathaniel wanted to get down on his knees and go for it, who was Makoto to say no to a blow job?

But why bother when he could have someone he actually wanted?

Speaking of Hayato, Makoto nearly laughed. Actually, he did laugh a little. "Please, I doubt even Da Vinci's imagination was that good." He glanced away, shaking his head a little because god--it really was funny. Even funnier if Nathaniel was serious. Then again, that would have been pretty pathetic.

"I'm sure you can find someone willing to relieve your little problem," he said after a moment, waving an apathetic hand. "The bathroom's right down the hall."

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nancyboy__
2008-02-04 11:38 pm UTC (link)

Ah, last chance lost. Makoto's little attitude coud be cute for about a second, but after a while that got old. Nathaniel was obviously a different sort of person, with a different idea of how pride should manifest itself, but there was only so much he was willing to take from someone, no matter how attractive they might be. He let out a slow sigh, and then smiled.

He reached into a hidden pocket and pulled out a cigarette (which he'd borrowed/stolen from Del, incidentaly.). "I'm sure I can figure out a way of solving my problem, mon cheri."

Da Vinci? That rang a vague sort of bell, but nothing solid. He decided to ignore that particular comment, then, not interested in showing his own ignorance in front of such a high and might person. He flicked his thumb and the cigarette lit up like a Christmas tree.

"This is then, dear. Je suis finir. Maybe Hayato-darling will be more responsive. Then again, you might rip off my skin. Ah, at least there's Tsu."

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