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Duke (ducere) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-21 22:29:00

Entry tags:

ch: heir: kirley duke, ch: xbwl: marek bobbin, p: annalisa, p: lisa ii

Who: Marek Bobbin & Duke^Heir
What: Duke is going crazy.
When: 21 August, night
Where: Marek's
Warnings: Yeah, it's going to be dirty.

If someone asked Duke why it was so urgent, he wouldn't be able to answer. It wasn't just that he wanted to shag someone, specifically a boy since there were several girls around now. Something in him missed Marek and the way he liked to be chased. Duke felt like trying - as if he had to charm him from the start all over again. It was a great feeling, he couldn't lie, but it was overwhelming.

Before Marek had even answered the journal, Duke had thrown it on his bed and left for the other's room. He was more casual than he had been so far in only sorta tight jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of boots. There was no show to be made, no facade to keep up. If nothing else it had to at least be a surprise when he started knocking on the door so soon.

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ex_intoxican930
2012-08-22 02:47 am UTC (link)

Thankfully, Marek wasn't reeling too much from having been eight years old only minutes ago (or at least, from having thought he was eight years old). It was a little disconcerting to think that he was even older than Melinda than he'd been before, wherever she was right now, but that could be solved later by making her look in a mirror.

He was more amused than anything else, that Duke had tricked him into looking into a mirror just to get into his pants. He figured the charm would end at the flip anyway, which meant Duke hadn't even bothered to wait a few hours for Marek to come back to himself naturally; or maybe that just hadn't occurred to him. Either way, it was hilarious. And slightly flattering.

He was on the couch with his journal, and was indeed a little bit surprised when he heard the knock rather than getting a response. Chuckling, he got to his feet to open it, smirking in amusement when he saw Duke on the other side of the door. "What's got you all hot and bothered?"

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ducere
2012-08-22 02:54 am UTC (link)

As soon as he heard movement from the other side of the door Duke straightened up, a grin immediately spreading across his face that spoke of how he felt in every way. Cocky, charming, slightly turned on by nothing. That's why it was so odd to him and the reason for everything else seeming just as crazy.

Duke wasn't in the mood to wait for an invitation because that would seem like he was less interested and he had never been one to hold back. He pushed forward, his hands finding a natural place to settle on Marek's side until one went to close the door.

"I dunno. Does it matter? I guess it's just been awhile."

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ex_intoxican930
2012-08-22 03:08 am UTC (link)

Marek's smirk deepened, even as his eyes darkened; he liked it when Duke went from puppy dog to aggressive. Whatever it was that had gotten him all riled up, Marek didn't know-- he'd been almost completely oblivious to the events of the past world, being eight years old and all-- and didn't particularly care.

"Nah," he said, curling one fist in the front of Duke's shirt, "At least you weren't desperate enough to actually hit on an eight year old. Then we'd have a problem." He grinned, and then his other hand found Duke's hip, digging his fingers in as he pulled the other man in for a kiss.

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ducere
2012-08-22 03:54 am UTC (link)

The way Marek reacted made up most of the reason Duke enjoyed acting that way. He didn't get too with many people, but he knew his Marek liked it a little rougher at times. Pressing forward, he forced Marek back against the wall with his entire body, hips doing most of the work.

"Aw, c'mon, I'm not that bad," Duke smirked in return before he leaned in with the pull. The kiss was fast and deep, though he continued it for some moments. When his head moved back it only dipped so that his lips could fasten to Marek's neck instead.

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ex_intoxican930
2012-08-22 05:24 am UTC (link)

"Pedo," Marek teased, with a little rumble of breathless laughter that came out muffled by the kiss, and bit down on Duke's lip. He liked it when Duke-- or anyone else, really, though he was more often the aggressor when it came to women-- was fired up, which was part of the reason why he insulted him so often. The other reason was just because he liked being bitchy just for the sake of being bitchy. His head fell back against the wall with a groan, hips lifting as the hand in Duke's shirt raised to tangle tightly in his hair instead.

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ducere
2012-08-23 01:05 am UTC (link)

If anyone knew the extent of their relationship, the push and pull, how they really treated each other - well, they would probably call it something like unhealthy. Yet they both seemed to love it completely. Duke never bothered moving them away from the wall, not until they were finished. Once he at least covered his bottom half completely, leaving his shirt on the floor, he found a cigarette in his pocket.

"Well wasn't that fun," he grinned back at Marek as he made his way to the couch and flopped down, exhaling a bit of smoke. Maybe they weren't supposed to smoke inside but the question never really crossed his mind. Instead, he kept his eyes on Marek, idly scratching at his stomach.

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ex_intoxican930
2012-08-23 01:37 am UTC (link)

Dysfunctional felt completely normal to Marek. He liked the spark, the banter (or bickering, depending on your perspective), and he especially liked this part.

When it was over, he pulled his boxers back on and headed for a chair, putting his feet up on the coffee table. He held out a hand and beckoned with his fingers for a cigarette, or for Duke to share his, he didn't particularly care which. "Mmhm," he said, more a sound of agreement than anything else. "You gonna tell me what this was all about or no?"

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ducere
2012-08-23 01:52 am UTC (link)

Duke's laugh was full of breath and not much else. There was something about the way Marek didn't even ask for the cigarette, he simply motioned and expected to receive. Yet Duke reached over and held it out; he found the whole thing demanding in a cute way.

"Wasn't about anything," he shrugged, closing his eyes. People were asking him what was up left and right. And every time, Duke gave the same answer. Usually he could tell anyone what was wrong and why and everything he felt about it with no problem at all. Now he just didn't know if something was wrong or what it would be.

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ex_intoxican930
2012-08-23 02:00 am UTC (link)

Marek took the cigarette, and took a nice long drag before handing it back. Then he shrugged and slouched further into the chair, folding his hands on top of his head. That lasted for about thirty seconds before they dropped down to rest on his stomach instead. He opened his mouth in a small O and blew out smoke before responding.

"I was enjoying being eight," was all he said, with a little amused smile. Eight had been a good age. Before Hogwarts, which had meant being in separate houses from his twin; before the war; before the compound, which had made him older than her in terms of years rather than seconds. Before everything had been complicated. He'd been in a good mood, hanging out with her on the playground, and between that and the afterglow he didn't really care much to pry. Even if he did have a sneaking suspicion that there was something going on.

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