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Gluttony [Drew Moar] (needsmoar) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-05-19 01:36:00

Entry tags:

gluttony, nihilism

Who: Nihilism (godisdead) and Gluttony (needsmoar)
When: May 21st.
Where: Nils' Apartment
Rating: M. For sex, cussing, etc.

He had just gotten back from a trip to Vegas, and though the pain of killing Temperance was still fresh, it had dulled to a mere annoyance by the time he was through raving around Sin City. There was something healing about that place, he swore, and it seemed that no matter how down he was before going there, his mood had brightened considerably upon his return.

Which was why he deigned to keep his appointment with a certain God of Jack Shit.

Of course, those words implied boxes, and Gluttony was eager enough to step outside of his own and dabble in a little debauchery with a stranger he had met a few days ago.

Online.

Yeah, life was good.

The Sin glanced down at the directions he had scribbled out on a crumpled piece of paper, then tilted his head upwards to stare at the building he had been led to. How quaint. Well, in the eyes of a man like him, most everything seemed cheap and little more than endearing, but he could honestly say his opinion was correct this time. Shrugging off any lingering misconceptions he might have had, Gluttony made his way through the front door, past the small lobby, and weaved around a congregation of younger mortals to the elevator beyond. His directions said top floor, but other than that, his only indication of a room number had been nothing more than the words, 'back corner', which left a lot to be desired.

It wasn't a problem, though. Gluttony had time - immortals were special like that - and would knock on every door if he had to. He was sure he could spot his new fuck-buddy by intellectual snark alone.

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ex_godisdead339
2009-05-19 02:02 am UTC (link)

Back corner was to be taken quite literally. The floors were long hallways, doors alternating so neither faced another door directly. There were numbers and knockers on each door and none of them were broken or hanging off - though there was a long scrape along the wall where someone was moving in last week. Nihilism was at the very end of the hall, his door right next to the corner of the wall.

The complex wasn't exactly shabby, it was just clear that it was only there for the nearby university students. It was, actually, the perfect place for Nihilism to reside.

Inside his apartment was a state of organized chaos, a mix of various furniture - some of it vintage, some of it very vintage - small comfortable living room with a couch and a cluttered desk, sectioned off living room and a bedroom with little more than a messy bed and dresser. He lived simply. No television, no radio - just the old laptop buried under notes and papers and half-finished writings on his desk. His indulgences were a black hookah that sat in the corner of his bedroom on a table near the bed and a full liquor cabinet.

And luckily for Gluttony, he did not have to go knocking on any doors. The moment the god hit the top floor, Nihilism's door swung open and he left it like that, wandering back to his bathroom where he had been about to hang up a towel from his recent shower.

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needsmoar
2009-05-19 02:41 am UTC (link)

How very accommodating, Gluttony thought with a chuckle, as soon as the door swung open. He had just reached the top of the building, and though he could probably use the other's presence to determine which room he was in, the fact that all the work had been done for him just happened to be a bonus.

He paused outside of the doorway, peering into the room beyond, and only caught a glimpse of the back of someone's head before the other man disappeared into another room. The apartment was cluttered, eccentric one might say, and as Gluttony ventured further in, he couldn't help the wide grin that came over his features. It was messy, disorderly in its own manner. Chaotic.

He liked it.

As he did at most any other abode he entered, the Sin instantly made himself at home, settling down on the couch and throwing his arm along the back of it. He tilted his head upwards, stared at the ceiling for a moment, then let his eyes rove about the room once again.

"You in the habit of leaving your guests out to dry?" he inquired, voice raised enough to spread through the apartment, though he wasn't entirely sure if the other heard him. It didn't matter, though. Nils had to come out eventually.

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ex_godisdead339
2009-05-19 02:57 am UTC (link)

He was just stepping out of the bathroom as Gluttony spoke, running a hand through slightly wet hair and pausing to stare at the god sitting on his couch. He couldn't complain. In fact, he was grateful to see that Gluttony wasn't some spastic over-indulgent little child. If he was going to have a male in his bed, he wanted a man in his bed - personal preference and all.

"Help yourself to the liquor cabinet," he said, indicating to a glass-front cabinet in the kitchen where, sure enough, there were probably twenty or thirty different liquors tucked away.

He was dressed in baggy jeans held up by a tan fabric belt with a little silver buckle which had an O over an N so it looked both like the word "no" and like a "no" sign. Clever. His people had come up with it. A loose-fitting pale yellow shirt was on top of that, hair a bit lank, feet bare. It could also be noted that, in the feet department, Nihilism's were actually rather pretty. He was going to damn half his followers for their porn, that was Truth.

Nihilism cocked an eyebrow at Gluttony and then smirked, "Or were you looking for something else to wet your appetite?"

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needsmoar
2009-05-19 03:15 am UTC (link)

Gluttony leaned back, tilting his head so he could better look at his host - fuck-buddy - 'playmate' - and for a moment could do nothing but blink. The moment passed, as they often did, and when he turned back around he lifted his hands above his head and stretched lazily, feeling the fabric of his black cotton shirt pull against his body. It fit snugly, but not uncomfortably so - just enough to outline the definition of his muscles, the litheness of his frame. The Sin was by no means small, but neither was he obnoxiously large, as the stereotype went. Really, people needed to learn how to differentiate between want and hunger.

Thoughts of analytical logistics aside, Gluttony turned his attention once again towards Nils.

"Young, aren't you?" he teased, raising a brow. The other boy was undoubtedly easy on the eyes, but his youth had come as a bit of a surprise. Not that Gluttony minded - he was a creeper in that regard. It only reminded him of his Brother, Greed, and how the bastard had come back from Hell only to suffer through a second puberty. The idea was hilarious, but his age didn't make him any less sexy. Better dominated, surely, but his good looks were still retained. As was the case with Nils.

At the mention of liquor, Gluttony flickered his gaze towards the indicated cabinet, but at those deliciously enticing words, he had to raise a brow himself.

Lifting up from his seat on the couch, the Sin strode a few steps closer to Nihilism and gave him an indulgent smile.

"I'm thirstier than you know." His tone was dark, low, and laced with hidden meaning. He allowed a moment for those words to sink in, then bypassed the other man and walked straight towards the liquor cabinet. "Got any vodka?" he threw back flippantly while sifting through the various brands.

Oh, Gluttony would have fun with this one.

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ex_godisdead339
2009-05-19 03:27 am UTC (link)

He always got the young comment. Fuck, damn and forget his followers for doing that to him because once he was respected when people looked at him (once he could grow facial hair). He just smirked, an exhale of air through his nose and watched Gluttony rise off the couch. The smile was met, matched, and enhanced with a grin on Nihilism's part as he quirked his head and glanced up at the older god. "I know more than you may think," he retorted just before Gluttony walked away.

And then a snort, "I'm fucking Russian," he pointed out. "What do you think?" He shook his head, "If you're drinking it straight there's Zyr and Chopin on the top shelf, couldn't tell you which one's actually better but it's a personal recommendation. Unless you like the cheap shit and then there's Stolichnaya in there too."

Ask him about his wine collection and it would take a year for him to name it all.

He leaned in the archway between the living room and kitchen, arms crossed, watching. Gluttony may have been thinking that Nihilism was going to be "fun", but the young god was still trying to determine what mood he was actually in, in the first place.

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needsmoar
2009-05-19 03:36 am UTC (link)

If it could be helped at all, Gluttony was determined to put the other in a very good mood, indeed. It enhanced his own experience when the other felt pleasure - and not in that ridiculous, 'I want it to be a give-and-take experience' sort of way. It literally felt better for Gluttony, because the more pleasure someone received, the more it fed his own powers. More, more, more, after all. And so some people liked to fancy the Sin was generous. He certainly portrayed that enough, and maybe to some degree it actually was genuine, but he was, above all else, self-serving. It just so happened helping others helped himself.

When Gluttony had mentioned his age, he had in no way intended to imply the other didn't know much. He just found it funny, really. Entertaining, in a way, but he knew more than most that it was the young looking ones you had to watch out for. The mention of those various drinks brought a bemused smile to his face, but after picking up the indicated Zyr and Chopin bottles, he turned back around to Nils.

"Oh, this isn't for me. This is for you."

Because Gluttony had a few games in mind, and what better way to relax than with a few rounds of alcohol?

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ex_godisdead339
2009-05-19 03:45 am UTC (link)

An eyebrow quirked upwards in amusement. "Oh really?" he asked, pushing off the wall where he was leaning and walking forward. "Well in that case..." He took the Chopin bottle and moved to the cabinet above the sink, pulling out a small square four-ounce glass. He twist the cap, poured the glass about half full and set the bottle back on the counter. "Cheers," he offered, with a nod and downed it all easily.

He would like to know what Gluttony was up to, but had a feeling he'd be finding out soon enough and patience was a virtue he knew quite well - after all, it didn't matter to rush things if they were coming eventually. He did, however, turn and pour another glass, this time just a little bit further, indulging both his own pleasure and seeing if Gluttony got anything out of it as well.

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needsmoar
2009-05-19 04:04 am UTC (link)

Gluttony outright laughed at the other's antics, amused and entirely too pleased that he seemed perfectly willing to down a few drinks of his own. Though, that wasn't exactly what he had intended. Trailing after the younger God, the Sin felt that tell-tale clench in his chest, the burning need to down a few drinks of his own, perhaps, simply because another person in the room was doing just that. Still, the simple intake of alcohol was enough to drive his inner Hellfire into a bit of a frenzy. He was still veritably high from his trip to Vegas, and so his power surged through him in an instant, branching out, urging Nils to take another drink, another sip, another bottle or two or three. But he reined it in quickly, not quite ready to unleash something like that on the boy he had just met.

Still, he was thirsty, and he had yet to have that drink.

"Not exactly what I was planning," he commented, then moved closer, his full six feet, two inches an imposing figure up close, though his slightly devious 'you-can-trust-me-I-won't-kill-you' smile lessened the affect. He leaned in, could smell the vodka on Nils' breath, and took that drink he had been so adamantly wanting, tasted the alcohol right from the other's own lips. It was quick, nothing too intense, and meant more as a teasing motion than anything else. In a moment it ended, and he pulled back slightly, reaching forward to wrap his fingers around Nils' glass. "But it'll do."

And he took a swig.

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ex_godisdead339
2009-05-19 04:14 am UTC (link)

Even if the kiss had been quick, Nihilism had responded. He kissed back, still leaning slightly forward even after Gluttony pulled away. Personally, he felt that was fucking hot. Anyone else might have gotten pissed off, startled, embarrassed... whatever. But Nils thought it was grand. He watched his glass raise to the other god's lips, eyes linger even after it had been set down again, sliding his own long fingers around the cool glass and polishing off what Gluttony had left in the bottom.

He set the glass aside, grabbing the bottle in one hand and placing his other hand on Gluttony's chest, pushing him backwards towards the bedroom door. "Will one bottle be enough or should we bring reserves?" he asked with a grin. This wasn't Gluttony's influence, this was all Nihilism and his "Fuck it all!" attitude. They'd done enough flirting and setting the tone and now they were just wasting time for the sake of wasting it. Fuck that. "What do you have planned, Sin? Should I be afraid, nervous? You think you can do something to this body that's new and exciting?"