[Backdated like whoa, 1st person format] Who: Raksha & Izzy (with brief appearances from people they know) When: Early evening 4/7/08 Where: Izzy's, then out and about in SF What: Why grade papers when you can take a walk and get into trouble? Status: Complete Rating: R at least, for sex play, brief violence, innuendo and general naughtiness ^^
(discussing Raksha being fit enough to get himself in trouble, which he isn’t, but fit enough for…other things…)
Izzy: -facepalm- I'm gonna go say a Hail Mary now. Raksha: Angel, you don't have that much room to talk. *grins* Izzy: Bite me. -mutters- Raksha: *nips his shoulder and smirks* Izzy: -groans- Why must you take everything I say literally? Raksha: Because its fun. Izzy: -shakes his head- You just like it because it makes people want to kick you. Raksha: *cheshire cat smile* That too. People need a little push sometimes. Izzy: -sighs and shakes his head- Raksha: *chuckles and stretches. is shirtless as usual and most of the bruising has faded to either nothing or much lighter* Izzy: -shakes his head- Feeling better? Raksha: Aye. Izzy: -nods- Good. -sits down in the middle of the couch- Raksha: *settles down next to him, but leaning partially against the arm of the couch* Still want to strangle Joan? Izzy: -shrugs- She wasn't there. She's on a school trip. Raksha: *nods and sits up straighter, and reaches over to gently massage Izzy’s shoulders* Izzy: -leans into the touch, muttering in Spanish under his breath- Hey...Raksha, I uh...had a question for you. Raksha: *continues massaging, arching one eyebrow* Ask away. Izzy: Uhhhh...you know how we have that mascot...? Raksha: *looks amused* Yea... Izzy: Well, I was thinkin'...our uh...girls' tennis coach left at the end of last year... Raksha: *waits patiently for the rest* Izzy: And I was kinda wanting to do it. Not because I want to coach anyone...but because maybe...you know, that'd be...fun. I could take you to games with me. Raksha: *grins* Might be fun. *pauses, looking thoughtful* Do I have to be the mascot every time? Izzy: Nah. Remember. As far as the school knows, the mascot lives with Papi. Raksha: Good. *grin returns, more wicked than before* And when your team asks who I am if I come as a person...whatcha gonna tell 'em? Izzy: -shrugs- I could tell them you're my boyfriend. Or I could tell them you're my semi-assistant coach. Or I could tell them that you're my nephew and your parents don't trust you and stuck you with me. Raksha: I suggest you avoid the last one. Because they're probably smart enough to notice we don't act like blood-relatives. *looks amused* Izzy: Who says you're a blood relative? Jer's adopted. Raksha: *tickles him very lightly* We don't act like adopted family either Angel. Izzy: -laughs- Oh...don't do that! -reaches behind him to smack lightly at Raksha's arms- Don't do that! Raksha: *grins and slips his arms around Izzy, pulling the older male back against him and tickling him a bit more before stopping and kissing his neck instead* Izzy: -sighs and leans back against him- That was mean. -grumbles- You know I hate that. And you do it anyway. Raksha: *chuckles* Because I get to see you squirm. *licks Izzy’s neck just below the ear* I never did claim to be nice. *keeps his mouth close to Izzy’s ear so Izzy can feel his breath over the wet spot* Izzy: -whines and squirms- You really are mean. Raksha: *chuckles again, tone gone a bit more husky and nips Izzy’s neck lightly* You know you're only encouraging me don’t you? Izzy: -mutters- Si. I know. -squirms some more- Raksha: *purrs* Izzy: -groans- If I could kick you, I would. Raksha: *grins slightly* And what would that accomplish? Izzy: A bruise and it'd make me feel better. Raksha: *releases him, still grinning slightly* Feel free then. Izzy: Well, now I don't want to do it. Raksha: *puts his arms around Izzy again and proceeds to nibble on his neck again* What would you like to do then? Izzy: -tilts his head to the side- Several things. But I think...grade papers. Raksha: And what are the other things that you're not gonna do in favor of grading papers? Izzy: Mmmm...kick you, 'cause I changed my mind. Kiss you. Let you keep messing with my neck and tickling me. Maybe even sex. Raksha: And you....are going to grade papers...*pouts then brightens* Can I help? Izzy: -snorts- Yes. You can. Just so long as there isn't any penfighting. Raksha: *arches an eyebrow* Izzy: Uh, last time I had someone help me with my grades, we uh...had a penfight. Raksha: *chuckles* I don’t think you have to worry about that...we gonna go to the bedroom to grade the papers or bring them out here? Izzy: -shrugs- I have them in my case in the closet. Pick a place. Raksha: Mmm, bedroom...the bed is bigger and more comfy than the couch. Izzy: Si. Bedroom it is then. Go ahead, I'll get the papers. Raksha: *slips out from behind Izzy and off the couch, tickling him lightly before heading for the bedroom* Izzy: Jackass! -grumbles and goes to the hall closet, pulls out his briefcase, and pulls out a couple relatively thick folders- Raksha: *plops down on the bed and waits for Izzy* Izzy: -comes in and tosses him a red pen- Happy birthday. I'm gonna give you Latin I papers. Assume all I'm looking for is name, date, period, did they do it, they get full credit. Raksha: *catches the pen easily* Alright. Izzy: -is about to hand him a folder, then pauses- What's your handwriting like? Raksha: Legible...you want an example? Izzy: -shrugs- Nah. So long as I can read the number at the top, we'll call it good. -hands him the folder- Eleven out of eleven. Last sentence should be something to the effect of "Caesar has and will always have great fame." Raksha: *takes the folder and flips it open, uncapping the pen* Alright Izzy: And DON'T take off any points unless they haven't done it. Raksha: *chuckles* Down boy. I'm not going to mess up your grading system. *grins slightly* And if they haven’t done it, what do they get? Izzy: If they haven't done it, ask. Raksha: *nods* Izzy: -curls up in the chair with a different folder and a red pen- Raksha: *starts going through the papers in front of him* Izzy: -starts grading papers, then groans- God, I can't do this in the quiet. -sets the papers aside and stands up- Any specific requests for music? Raksha: *shrugs* Whatever you want. Izzy: -goes over to wrap his arms around Raksha instead of heading for the music- I love you. Raksha: *leans into the embrace and turns his head to kiss Izzy’s jaw* Izzy: -quietly- Thank you for putting up with me. Raksha: *looks faintly surprised* Welcome. *wry smile* You put up with me. Izzy: No, I love you. I don't just put up with you. Raksha: *husky chuckle* There is that. Izzy: -sighs and pulls back sitting beside him- Do you...really wanna grade papers, or...do something else? Raksha: *grins slightly* You know me enough to answer that. But if you need to grade the papers, I'll help. Izzy: -shrugs- I only need to do Latin IV's papers. And I have to grade them myself. Raksha: Still up to you. If you need to do them, then do it. I can wait. Izzy: I have a planning period tomorrow. I can do them then. Raksha: *grins* Trying to convince me that you don't need to do the papers now? Izzy: Trying to tell you that if you'd rather do anything else, we can do it. Raksha: *moves to lay on his back across the bed and tugs Izzy down beside him* Mmm, not gonna argue with that... Izzy: -smiles and shakes his head- You know you'll get laid if you don't argue. Raksha: *smirks* There is that. But if you suggest something other than sex, I'm still not going to argue. Izzy: Mmm, we could read. Or take a walk. Or go terrorize my children. Raksha: *purrs* Pick one Izzy: No, you pick one. I was gonna force you to grade papers. Raksha: You couldn’t have forced me, I asked. *grins* Mmm...walk maybe? Your children are tolerable, but I don’t want to share you at the moment. Izzy: -grins- Walk it is, then. Where do you wanna go? Raksha: *shrugs* Walk...until we see something that catches our interest? Izzy: Alright. Raksha: That means we have to move doesn’t it... Izzy: -groans- Yes. Damn. Raksha: *chuckles* Lazy. Izzy: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up. -curls up against Raksha's side- Raksha: *chuckles* We're not gonna get very far are we? Izzy: -sighs and sits up- Yes, we are. Raksha: *grins and gets off the bed and pauses* I suppose I should put real clothes on. *is in a pair of pj pants and nothing else* Izzy: -shakes his head- I'll wait. Raksha: *kicks off the pj pants (totally did not have boxers under them...) and tugs on clean boxers and a pair of baggy black pants and a white t-shirt* Izzy: -goes to get a sweatshirt to put on over his black t-shirt- Are we going to torture the poor pedestrians we run into? Raksha: *grins wickedly* We can. Izzy: And how can we do that? Raksha: I'm sure we'll come up with something Izzy: Yeah, yeah. Raksha: *pulls on socks and shoes while contemplating if he needs something long sleeved* Izzy: -comes up behind Raksha and wraps his arms around him- Mm...you know, you're gonna have to keep me warm. Raksha: *purrs* I'm sure I can handle that Izzy: -sighs- You do that on purpose, don't you. Raksha: Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just an instinctive reaction. Izzy: -nods- Like when I touch you sometimes? Raksha: Aye. Izzy: Which do you do more often...instinctive or purposeful? Raksha: The first one, I think. Izzy: -nods- Raksha: *nuzzles him* We should get going, or we'll never leave. Izzy: Mmm. We should. -pulls away- Raksha: *grins and decides to forgo any jacket and heads for the door* Izzy: -follows him, flipping off the bedroom light- Raksha: *pauses in the living room to stick his phone in his pocket before heading for the front door* Izzy: -flips off the lights, grabs his keys, and sticks them in his pocket, then follows after Raksha- Raksha: *pauses outside and glances at Izzy* Pick a direction. Izzy: Left. Raksha: *heads that direction* Izzy: -follows him, staying as close as possible- You know....you're very odd. Raksha: *arches an eyebrow, pressing a shoulder against Izzy’s* You're just figuring that out? Izzy: Mmmm, no. Raksha: *chuckles* And what in particular reaffirmed this fact for you just now? Izzy: I was just thinking...sometimes, you call me Angel, and then for a while you'll stop calling me that, and call me Iz instead, and then you'll go back to Angel. Raksha: *shrugs* What do you prefer? Izzy: Either's fine. -shrugs- I just noticed that. Raksha: *nods* Izzy: -sighs- I know we've talked about it before, a lot. But Angel? Raksha: *shrugs* Nothing else...felt right? Izzy: -nods- I know. You said that. But I'm not...an angel. Or if I am...there's a lot of tarnish on my halo. Raksha: *eyes him* Maybe you're a fallen angel? I'd be the last person to hold it against you. *snorts* I don’t even have a halo. Izzy: -shrugs- Maybe I'm not even an angel at all. Maybe I'm something else. Raksha: You're whatever you want to be. Izzy: -rubs a hand over his face- I don't know what I want to be. Raksha: *nips his shoulder gently* You're yourself. Izzy: -sighs- I guess I am. -turns his head to look at Raksha- But who is myself? Raksha: *wry smile* I can't answer that one for you. Izzy: Yeah, I know. I've been trying to work it out for years now. Raksha: I think most people spend their lives figuring it out. Izzy: -nods- Yeah. They do. -stops walking and looks down- Raksha: *pauses and watches him* Izzy: -sighs and wraps his arms around Raksha- Does it bother you that I tell you I love you whenever I can? Raksha: *leans into the embrace* No. It's still unexpected, but it doesn't bother me. Izzy: -nods- Good. 'Cause I like telling you that. Raksha: *grins and kisses his jaw* Joan's Mother (JM): -is walking down the street, then pauses when she sees Izzy and Raksha- ...Mister Santino? Raksha: *chuckles and makes no attempt to move away from Izzy* Who’s that? *whispered in Izzy’s ear* Izzy: -whispers- HER mother. -moves his head so he can see her- Uhhh...Mrs. Pearson...Hi. JM: -stares at him and Raksha- What are you...doing out here? Izzy: I believe it's called "walking." Raksha: *keeps his expression neutral, except for the wicked amusement in his eyes* JM: Who's that? Izzy: -mutters- Uhh, this is my boyfriend, Raksha. Raksha, this is Joan's mother. Raksha: *eyes her, expression particularly feline and amused* JM: -sniffs- A pleasure to meet you. Raksha: *mutters to low for her to hear* I doubt it. *clears his throat* Likewise. *faintest hint of mocking in his tone, but not enough for her to call him on it without being rude* JM: Ahuh. Well. It's...-coughs- A pleasant surprise seeing you two here. Raksha: *looks amused and doesn’t say anything* Izzy: -bites his lip- Uhhh, yeah. Nice seeing you too, Mrs. Pearson. But uh...Raksha and I really...have to get going. See ya later. JM: -narrows her eyes slightly- Yes, well. You two...have fun. Raksha: Oh, we will. *tone full of subtle amusement, but his expression is neutral* JM: Goodbye then. -clears her throat- Izzy: Yep. Bye. -starts pulling Raksha down the street- Raksha: *allows himself to be pulled, staying close to Izzy and nipping his shoulder affectionately* Izzy: -pauses just out of sight of her and groans- My God, I hate that woman. Raksha: *chuckles* Mmm I'd say we got some payback. Izzy: Yeah. Well. -wraps his arms around Raksha again- Where were we? Raksha: *grins and leans into it* Mmm I think we were talking about how you love me. *grins wickedly and nibbles at Izzy’s neck* Izzy: Oh, right. -smiles- So I love you... Raksha: *purrs and kisses along Izzy’s jaw* Izzy: And I love it when you do that, and I think you are the most important person I've been talking to in a good long while. And I think that we threw rationality out the window a while ago. Raksha: *husky chuckle* Rationality is overrated. *chuckles more as he notices the other pedestrians staring at them* Izzy: Mmmm. Yep. So is maturity. Raksha: You know, we had quite a list along with the hot tub idea...we could...test some more of them out... Izzy: -snorts- We just can't keep our hands off of each other. Raksha: Nope, not that I'm complaining. Izzy: Yeah, neither am I. Raksha: *snickers* We're getting lots of odd looks...so which of those places we listed do you wanna try? Izzy: -snorts- Which one are we closest to? Raksha: *looks contemplative* Izzy: -shrugs- We can try a public bathroom...or something else like that... Raksha: *looks thoughtful* Yea...so we find a place that’s either got a decent public bathroom or an accessible rooftop? Izzy: -snorts- Yes. Something like that. Raksha: *grins and starts walking again, pulling Izzy with him* There's always one of those semi-upscale restaurants...I imagine they have interesting bathrooms. Izzy: -snorts- Interesting to begin with or interesting because we're going to fuck in them? Raksha: *smirks* Both. Marble looks even better with a splash of cum dontcha think?
Izzy: -grins- Definite possibilities there with the marble... Raksha: One of the 4 star hotels might have nice bathrooms too... Izzy: -snorts and shakes his head- Crazy man. Raksha: The more risk, the more fun. *keeps walking, but slips an arm around Izzy and kisses his neck again, amusement in his eyes at the stares from passersby* Izzy: -leans up against him- Yeah, yeah. Still crazy. -looks up at him- And I still love you. Raksha: *purrs, a wicked smile on his lips* Any particular establishment whose bathroom you want to...redecorate? Izzy: -shrugs- I don't usually visit places I want to redecorate. -mumbles- At least not in San Francisco. Raksha: *arches an eyebrow* Izzy: -shrugs- I've been in a lot of New York hotels, you know. Raksha: *grins* As have I. Well, a lot of places in New York period... Izzy: Yeah, yeah, don't remind me. I hate New York. Raksha: *chuckles* Well, name a high class restaurant or hotel...and we'll see if we can find one... Izzy: -stares at him for a moment- You expect me to remember things I saw when I was high and/or in pain? Raksha: *nips his arm* No, I mean around here, not places you've been...you probably know this city better than I do. Izzy: Know? Yes. Remember? No. I have a horrible memory for place names unless they're in Latin or Greek, dude. Raksha: *shakes his head in amusement and glances around, looking for something promising* Izzy: We're lucky I remember San Francisco. Raksha: *pauses, gaze focused down the block from them* Izzy: Oh Lord. What do you see? Raksha: *muscles tense slightly, a slight growl in his throat, gaze still focused on the same spot* Izzy: -puts a hand on Raksha's soldier, digging his fingers in slightly- Raksha, what do you see? Raksha: *blinks and glances at him* One of them. *tension eases slightly* Izzy: One of the ones who...-frowns- One of them? Raksha: Aye. Izzy: -takes his hand back- Do you know which one? Raksha: *inhales slightly, holding the air in his nose for a long moment before exhaling softly* Yea. The one that had the two by four. Izzy: -frowns- I don't even want to know. -clears his throat- Maybe...we should go that way. -points down a different street- Raksha: Yea, I'll deal with him another time. Let's find a bathroom to break in. Izzy: -shakes his head- You're awful, you know that? -leans over to kiss Raksha's cheek- Raksha: *grins, anger from moments before vanishing* I do. Izzy: Yeah, yeah. Let's go. Raksha: *presses close to Izzy as they walk, so their hips and shoulders touch, arm around Izzy’s waist, the fingers slipping beneath the edge of Izzy’s shirt to tease the skin* Izzy: -slips an arm around Raksha as well, playing gently with the hem- You know...you're really warm, and if you're not careful, you'll make me too tired. Raksha: Then we better find a place pretty quick...*turns his head to nibble and kiss down Izzy's neck* Izzy: Mmmmm, yeah. Raksha: *nibbles some more then keeps looking around until he spots a place* I see people dressed up going in over there *motions to a restaurant across and down the street a ways* Izzy: -follows Raksha's motions with his eyes and stares for a minute- Seems as good a place as any. Raksha: Indeed, after all, we're not really going for the food. *pauses* They'll want to seat us though...what do you say we let them, then disappear into the bathroom without ordering? Izzy: -shakes his head- Still awful. -snorts- Alright. Works for me. Raksha: *grins* My appetite is not for food at the moment. *nips Izzy’s shoulder again* Izzy: At the moment. -shakes his head- Alright. Let's go. Raksha: *grins and heads for the street, looking for a break in traffic so they can cross* Izzy: -keeps up with him, muttering in Spanish under his breath- Raksha: *arches an eyebrow in question* Izzy: Tell ya later. Raksha: Alright, I'll hold you to that. *notices a break and tugs Izzy with him to cross the street* Izzy: -lets Raksha tug him across the street, continuing to mutter in Spanish and shake his head from time to time- Raksha: *gives him an odd look briefly, then grins in amusement* Hmm, we look a bit underdressed for this...think they'll let us in? *expression is playful* Izzy: -snorts- Underdressed? You mean, will they let us in so we can get even more "underdressed" in their bathroom? Raksha: Something like that *tone gets slightly husky* Izzy: Yeah. Well. That depends. Are you wearing your "I'm innocent" smile or the "I'm gonna go fuck in your bathroom" smile? Raksha: *throaty chuckle* Well at the moment, probably the latter...but I can play innocent long enough to get in... Izzy: Play innocent then. And stop touching me. Raksha: *sticks his tongue out briefly, then steps a respectable distance away from Izzy and assumes a neutral expression* Izzy: Now, in case anybody asks, you're my...adopted nephew. Visiting from New York. Behave yourself. Raksha: *snorts and assumes a slight Brooklyn accent (which I am not capable of typing in, so let’s pretend)* You and the adopted nephew story...alright...*manages to look fairly innocent* Izzy: Oh, bite me. -pauses- Later. Raksha: *murmured* You can count on that. Izzy: I'll hold you to that. -grins- Anyway. To dinner. Or other things. Raksha: Aye *continues with the slight accent as they head into the restaurant* Izzy: -shakes his head- Behave, kiddo. Raksha: *grins slightly* I am behaving. Izzy: Yeah, yeah. Raksha: *looks amused by doesn't say anything as they reach the front desk and the hostess spots them* Izzy: -shakes his head as if dealing with a disrespectful child and mutters in Spanish- Raksha: *rolls his eyes like the incorrigible nephew he’s supposed to be* Hostess: Good evening gentlemen. How can I help you? *expression is neutral, but the tone is slightly disapproving as she looks them over* Izzy: Uh, table for two please. -looks over at Raksha and glares- Don't roll your eyes at me, boy. Raksha: *pulls a slightly defiant expression* Izzy: If you weren't in your twenties, I'd smack you, kiddo. -mutters- Hostess: I see, you are aware that we usually have a dress code? *tone is a hairsbreadth more disapproving, and she shoots a pointed look at the more dressed up customers around them* Izzy: -coughs- Yes ma'am, but uh...-clears his throat and points at Raksha- He apparently doesn't know the meaning of the phrase "it's time for you to do your chores." -widens his eyes for emphasis- Laundry. Raksha: *glares at Izzy, pulling the appropriate sullen nephew expression* Izzy: -mutters- Hostess: Well, *expression is still slightly distasteful* I suppose it'll be alright. *picks up two menus* This way please. Izzy: -nods and pushes on Raksha's shoulders, in the direction of the hostess- Raksha: *just shakes his head slightly and follows her* Izzy: -mutters quietly in his ear- Sorry. You just seem like the belligerent type. Raksha: *flicks a brief glance at him, expression turning wicked for a moment before returning to the neutral, slightly sullen one* Izzy: -as if carrying on a conversation from earlier- And I talked to your teacher. Apparently you have ruler issues. Raksha: *looks irritable like he doesn’t want to be discussing it, though there’s a very slight glint of amusement in his eyes* Izzy: And then she said, and I quote, "he doesn't play well with others." Raksha: *snorts and rolls his eyes* I prefer to work alone. Besides, they don't like my ideas. Izzy: Don't roll your eyes at me. -smacks the back of his head lightly- My coworkers hate my ideas, I prefer to work alone, and I have to keep the school mascot AND coach girls' tennis. Raksha: *glares* Well then what you complaining about me for? Izzy: I'm complaining because your father sent you here so you could get a decent education and have something of a chance in life. Chances in life usually don't include being antisocial. At least, in my teacherly experience. Hostess: *obviously tried to ignore their conversation on the way to the table. turns to face them after laying the menus on the table* The waiter will be with you shortly. *tone is just barely polite enough* Izzy: -nods- Gracias. -points at the table- Sit down, kiddo. Raksha: *sighs and seats himself in one chair, eying the menu dubiously* Izzy: -sits across from him, picking up a menu and scanning it as if really interested in ordering- Raksha: *slowly picks his up, waiting until the hostess is out of earshot to speak* Why'd we have to come here? *deliberately sounds irritable* Izzy: Because you need a chance to show that you have manners. -lowers the menu and glares across at him- Raksha: *snorts* Whatever. *flicks a brief glances towards the bathrooms, without changing the irritable, sullen expression, and meets Izzy's gaze* Izzy: -stares at him for a moment as if finding something wrong with his appearance, then frowns- Let's go to the bathroom. You need to be...a little less...rough. Raksha: *sighs* Fine...*gets up grudgingly* Izzy: -gets up, lays his menu on the table, and starts "leading" (i.e., dragging) Raksha towards the bathroom- Raksha: *pretends to resist more than he actually is but not so much that Izzy can't keep him moving* Izzy: Don't be a pain. -mutters and pretends to push harder- Raksha: *grumbles but lets himself by pushed into the bathroom* Izzy: -once inside the bathroom, and sure that no one else is there for the moment- Well that was interesting. Raksha: *grins, dropping the nephew mask easily* You could tell she wanted to kick us out but didn't really have grounds to do it. Izzy: Yep. -grins- Wonder what would happen if she found out about the "incest" happening in the bathroom. Raksha: *smirks* She'd probably have a heart attack. *moves to slide his arms around Izzy from behind, while glancing around the bathroom* Izzy: -grins- Probably. Raksha: *nips lightly at Izzy's neck* Pretty nice in here *eyes the clean, marbled counters* Izzy: Mmm, si. -tilts his head to the side- So how exactly are we going to uh...do this? Raksha: Mmm, well there’s the stalls...counter...up against a wall....*licks Izzy’s neck just below the ear then blows a soft breath across the wet spot* Izzy: Pick one. I doubt I've more than one in me. -moans very quietly- Raksha: One is plenty, because eventually they'll try and throw us out. *slips his hands up Izzy’s shirt, running his nails lightly across the skin beneath* I'm still partial to the counter top...marble and all… Izzy: Makin' up for the kitchen, are we? Raksha: *grins* Maybe. *slides his hands back down, without nails, thumbs slipping teasingly under the waistband of Izzy’s pants* Izzy: -grins- Well, make up away, Raksha. Raksha: *keeps one hand curled around Izzy's hip, but slips the other down the front of Izzy's pants, caressing him gently through the boxers* Going to make me do all the work are ya? *teasing* Izzy: Mebbe. -is getting aroused- What, you don't want to do all the work? Raksha: *continues the light teasing* Mmm, I think I can handle it. *uses the hand at Izzy’s hip to keep the older male pressed back against him* Izzy: You think you can? You like that little engine in that kids' book? Raksha: *chuckles* Maybe... *purrs and moves his hand a little more firmly over Izzy's cock* You should ditch the sweatshirt Angel. Izzy: -watches him, eyes and face blank- Raksha: *pauses, frowns slightly* Iz? Izzy: -blinks and focuses on him- Huh? Raksha: You blanked out on me Angel. Izzy: -shrugs- Must have been thinking of something else. Raksha: *nods, still watching him* You going to be okay for this? Izzy: -nods- Yeah. Think so. Raksha: Alright. *lays Izzy’s sweatshirt on the counter then glances back at him* C'mere. Izzy: -goes over to him, swallowing- Raksha: *catches Izzy’s wrists in one hand, tugging him closer until they’re almost touching, but gently, gaze focused on Izzy’s* Izzy: -stares at him, focusing on his eyes, but says nothing- Raksha: *watches him, his grip on Izzy's wrists gentle but firm, and lays his free hand against Izzy's stomach, with the t-shirt still between them, fingers splayed* You're not okay are you? *spoken quietly* Izzy: -looks away- I'm fine. Raksha: *drops his wrists* Except you're acting like I'm one of them. Izzy: -looks back up- I know you're not one of them, Raksha. I know that. Raksha: But you're reacting like I am. I don't want to put you back in that place, even mentally. Izzy: I'm not back in that place. -quietly- I don't know why I'm acting this way, I really don't. Raksha: *gently catches Izzy’s chin with one hand, then leans forward and kisses him* Izzy: -kisses him back, reaching out hesitantly to touch him- Raksha: *keeps the kiss gentle, releasing his grip on Izzy’s chin and moving both hands to Izzy’s hips, letting them rest there* Izzy: -spreads his hands out on Raksha's sides- Raksha: *purrs a little* Izzy: -wraps his arms around Raksha's neck- You're doing that thing that I love again. Raksha: Of course. *slips his arms around Izzy's waist and slides his hands up the back of Izzy's shirt, lightly tracing fingernails over skin* Izzy: -arches up against Raksha, moving to kiss his neck- Raksha: *purrs more at the contact, tilting his head back slightly to give Izzy better access* Izzy: -starts to bite gently, flicking his tongue over the skin afterwards- Raksha: *purring turns into a soft whine. moves his hands down Izzy's back, scraping fingernails light against the skin* Izzy: -kisses up to Raksha's ear, licking at the earlobe- Take it off. Raksha: *goes back to purring and tugs at the edge of Izzy's t-shirt in silent question* Izzy: Si. That. Take it off.-bites Raksha's earlobe gently- Raksha: *tugs Izzy's shirt off and manages to toss it on top of the sweatshirt without looking. Then pauses to pull his own off as well and tosses it in the same direction* Izzy: -pulls Raksha up against him again, returning to licking, kissing, and biting at his neck and ears- Raksha: *is getting aroused and slides his hands forward and then down across Izzy’s sides, making soft noises in his throat, pausing briefly to turn his head and nip Izzy's throat in an instinctive gesture of dominance. * Jim (the PE teacher): -steps inside and freezes, staring at Raksha and Izzy, mouth open and eyes wide- ....Uhhhhhhhhh... Raksha: *notices and ignores Jims arrival, hands going to Izzy's hips to grip firmly, thumbs dipping beneath the waistband of Izzy's pants to tease the skin just inside the hipbone* Izzy: -moans and tilts his head back, then catches a glimpse of Jim and nearly jumps out of his skin- OH! Uh....Jim... Raksha: *keeps his grip on Izzy's hips despite the surprised reaction and glances at Jim, expression quite predatory* Jim: -does that fish thing with his mouth...you know, where it keeps opening and closing, and opening and closing- Izzy: -coughs- Uhhhh...Raksha, this is the PE teacher. Jim Hayes. Raksha: *eyes Jim rather the way a tiger would look at a rival, before a flicker of something more human returns to his expression.* Hi. *flatly* Jim: -is still doing that fish thing- Izzy: ...Uh, Jim? Raksha: *chuckles darkly* I think we just knocked his world off its axis completely. Izzy: -nods- Yeah, probably. -snaps his fingers in front of Jim- Jim? Jimmy? Mister Hayes? Jim: -snaps out of it and stares at Izzy- You...and him...bathroom...what the fuck? Raksha: Mmm, yes we haven't gotten that far yet. *expression is full of wicked, and slightly predatory, amusement* Izzy: -pokes him- Behave. -tilts his head at Jim- You alright there, Phys Ed? Jim: -glares at him as if he's forgotten the bathroom thing- My name is JIM. It is NOT Phys Ed. It is NOT Gymnasium. It is NOT THAT PE GUY! Raksha: *chuckles* I sense some repressed anger issues there... Jim: AND YOU! I don't know who you are, but WHAT are you doing with this poor defenseless ETHICS teacher?! Izzy: -coughs- I am by no means defenseless. Raksha: *leans forward to lick Izzy's neck lightly then glances at Jim* What does it look like I'm doing? *wicked smile* Jim: I'm going to...call the...oh GOD, what are you DOING?! Izzy: -facepalms- Raksha: *feigns innocence despite the amusement in his eyes* Considering your previous language, I figured you knew...*tone is darkly velvet and amused, completely at odds with his expression* Izzy: ...I...am disowning both of you. -mutters- Raksha: *slides one hand up Izzy's side lightly, expression still one of feigned innocence* Izzy: -mutters and reaches for his shirt- Come on, Raksha. Let's go. Raksha: *arches an eyebrow* Gonna let fish-man over there ruin all our fun? Izzy: -stares at him for a long moment, then tugs his shirt over his head- Come on. Raksha: *snorts softly and slowly picks up his own t-shirt and tugs it on, pausing to fix it when it catches on his nipple rings* Izzy: -yanks his sweatshirt on and starts for the door- Raksha: *follows him, tossing Jim a less than friendly look on the way* Izzy: -starts straight for the outer door, ignoring anyone and anything in his way- Raksha: *follows him, catching up easily* Izzy: -doesn't turn to look at him, just keeps walking, shoving his hands in his pocket- Raksha: *catches up to walk beside him, but doesn't say anything* Izzy: -brushes up against him briefly, then straightens and keeps walking- Raksha: *stays quiet, muscles tensing some as he picks up on Izzy's mood* Izzy: -keeps walking, watching the street- Raksha: *keeps pace with him, senses alert to their surroundings* Izzy: -slips one of his hands out of his pocket to touch Raksha's arm- Raksha: *relaxes slightly at the touch* Izzy: -sighs and stops walking- I'm not mad at you. Raksha: *stops as well and glances at him* Mad at Jim? Izzy: No, not really. I don't know who I'm mad at. Raksha: *nods and moves to press one shoulder against Izzy's briefly* Izzy: -wraps an arm around him- Sorry. Katherine (one of Izzy's worst, most talkative students): -spots them on the sidewalk and rushes up like the hyper teenage cheerleader she is- Raksha: *tenses at her approach, a growl in his throat too low for her to actually hear* Izzy: -frowns at him and pulls back, staring at Katherine- Uh...hi. Katherine: MISTER SANTINO! HI! Izzy: -winces- Hi, Katherine. Raksha: *watches her, still tense, expression neither welcoming or unfriendly* Katherine: Oooooh, who's he? Izzy: My boyfriend. Look, Katherine, I...really love talking to you, hon, but I uh...have papers to grade, and I'm not feeling so hot. Raksha: *manages to resist showing an expression of distaste at her sudden interest in him* Katherine: -sighs- Alright, Mister Santino... Raksha: *expression shifts more towards unfriendly* Izzy: -sighs and leans forward against Raksha, briefly closing his eyes- Raksha: *puts an arm around him, glaring in Katherine’s direction as she leaves* Izzy: -is fast approaching the place where he is becoming exhausted- Raksha: *rubs his jaw against Izzy's shoulder lightly* Let’s go home. Izzy: -nods- We need to cross at the corner, and then we're a block up. -rubs his temples- I think. Raksha: *nuzzles Izzy's neck* I know the way. I'd carry you but that might earn us some weird looks… Izzy: -nods- I can walk the rest of the way. Do you have your key? Raksha: Yea. Izzy: Because I brought mine, but I don't know which pocket they're in. Raksha: *chuckles softly* I could find out for you? *teasing* Izzy: -shakes his head- Raksha: *drops the humor and starts forward again, gently pulling Izzy with him* Izzy: -follows tiredly, holding back a yawn- Raksha: *keeps the pace a bit slower than usual, every sense on alert to their surroundings* Izzy: -is starting to close his eyes before jerking back awake- Raksha: *glances at him* You sure about the walking? Izzy: -nods- Si. -says something in Spanish, and slurs his words together- Raksha: *slips an arm around him just in case and keeps walking* Izzy: -mutters- Raksha: *nips his shoulder gently* Izzy: -jerks awake- Raksha: *glances at him* Izzy: 'm fine. Raksha: *snorts* Uh-huh. That's why you keep falling asleep on your feet... Izzy: Shu'up. -mutters some more- I think 'm sick. Raksha: *sighs and glances ahead of them, eyeing the distance and mutters* Should just carry you anyway... Izzy: -shakes his head- No. I can walk. Raksha: *arches an eyebrow but starts walking again anyway, keeping an arm around Izzy, but increasing the pace so they get home faster* Izzy: -is barely managing to keep up, and is trying to stay awake, continuing to mutter in Spanish- Raksha: *keeps the pace brisk even though Izzy is struggling, half his attention on Izzy and half on their surroundings, expression wary* Izzy: -continues, trying to count the steps in his head so he won't fall asleep- Raksha: *squeezes Izzy’s shoulder gently, gaze still scanning for possible threats* Izzy: Sorry. -muttered- Raksha: *shakes his head briefly* Not your fault. Let's just get back. Now would be a bad time to run into someone other than your coworkers or students. Izzy: -nods and stays quiet, dragging his feet unintentionally- Raksha: *tenses unconsciously, instinctively sensing danger before seeing anything* Izzy: -pokes his side- You...alright? Raksha: I'm- *cuts himself off upon spotting a familiar figure and growls* Izzy: -frowns and tries to figure out what's going on- Raksha: *curses in Japanese under his breath* Izzy: Raksha? -asks a question in Spanish- Raksha: *glances at him briefly, confusion in his eyes at the Spanish* Izzy: -straightens up- What is it? Raksha: We've got company. *watches the same male from earlier approach* Izzy: -groans- No, no, no...no more company. Raksha: *tightens his grip and speaks in a low voice* Iz, you've gotta pretend you're not tired. It’s one of them. And I doubt he's alone. Izzy: -blinks like an owl and manages to at least give the appearance of being wide awake- Raksha: *releases him, but stays close, still speaking quietly* And if I tell you to go, do it. Run like hell and don't look back. *gets silent as the male approaches, and two more appear from between buildings* Izzy: -swallows and looks over at him, more awake now- Raksha: *watches them approach, noting the one is carrying a heavy chain in one hand* Izzy: -watches them as well, wishing he and Raksha were up in their apartment rather than there- Chain guy (totally don’t have a name for any of them): Well, look who we found...feeling much better I see. *tone is full of dislike* Izzy: -stares at him, but doesn't say or do anything- Raksha: *smiles a much colder version of his usual wicked smile* Much. Chain guy: Up for another round then? And you brought a friend this time *glances at Izzy, sizing him up* Izzy: -wrinkles his nose at chain guy- Chain guy: *nasty smile as his companions close in from either side* This looks rather familiar. Raksha: *glances at the other two* Only three? Grown some balls have we? *tone is velvet coated steel* Izzy: -shrugs- I'unno. Maybe he's borrowing them. Raksha: *chuckles darkly* Probably. Izzy: Hmm, wonder what moron would lend him his balls. Raksha: *flashes a particularly chilling smile* Maybe he stole them from a eunuch? *tone holds a sort of vicious humor* Izzy: Nah. We don't have those anymore. You've been reading my textbooks. Chain guy: *glares, expression filling with anger and steps forward, whipping the chain at Izzy's face* Raksha: *steps between them and catches it around his forearm instead* Izzy: -blinks and stares at them for a moment- Raksha: *uses the chain around his arm to yank to guy forwards, who looks briefly surprised at how strong Raksha is* Enough playtime. *glances at Izzy* Go. Izzy: -gives him one last look, swallows and takes off running- Sidekick 1&2: *close in, one grabbing for Izzy but the attempt is fouled when Raksha kicks him in the stomach* Raksha: *yanks the chain out of the first guys hands then lets it slide off his arm and fall in a heap on the pavement, next to sidekick one who is puking after the kick to the stomach* Izzy: -keeps running, although he really wants to turn around and look- Raksha: *has managed to knock the one who he'd already kicked unconscious, putting the fight down to two to one.* Chain guy: *attempts to grab Raksha from behind, one arm pressed against Raksha's (who was dealing with the other sidekick) throat* Raksha: *twists out of the hold and flips the guy over his shoulder, coughing a bit from the pressure on his throat* Chain guy: *finds himself flat on his back on the pavement, and out of air* Izzy: -is still running, although he's starting to slow down out of exhaustion- Raksha: *grapples with the other sidekick, breaks the guy's arm in two places and knees him in the groin, finishing with a kick to the face that leaves the male on the ground whimpering* Chain guy: *gets his breath back and gets up to try and go after Raksha again* Raksha: *is ready for him, but drags the fight out deliberately to give Izzy time to get far enough away.* Izzy: -is coming up to his apartment, but slowing down even further- Raksha: *takes a couple of hits on purpose to distract the guy, but none of them do much damage* Raksha: *has knocked the chain guy unconscious finally and starts walking home, leaving the three goons on the pavement where they lay* Izzy: -is inside the apartment building, leaning up against the wall- Raksha: *breaks into a jog to get back faster* Izzy: -slides down the wall so he's sitting up against it, staring across the way blankly- Raksha: *sprints the last bit because he'd prefer not to have those three see exactly where he was going and they won't stay unconscious that long* Izzy: -starts muttering in Spanish and hugs his knees to his chest, even though he's not even up to his apartment- Raksha: *slows to a walk as he reaches the door to give himself a chance to breathe. then comes inside, leaning against the closed door and glancing down at Izzy* Izzy: -doesn't even notice him, just keeps muttering quietly to himself- Raksha: *blows a soft breath through his nose, still watching him* Iz? Izzy: -looks up at him- Huh? Raksha: *chuckles softly, the predatory look still in his expression and eyes* You planning to sit there all night? Izzy: -shakes his head- No. But I needed to breathe, thank you very much. Raksha: *moves to sit down next to him* Izzy: -waits until Raksha's sitting down and leans his head against Raksha's shoulder- Raksha: You alright..? Izzy: -nods- I think so. How about you? Raksha: Yea, few more bruises is all. Izzy: -nods- Raksha: *leans his head back against the wall* maybe that'll be the end of it. Izzy: -curls up against Raksha's side and sighs- I hope so. Raksha: It's the consequences of the lifestyle I've had and continue to have. Izzy: You sound like the textbook. Raksha: *chuckles* A particular textbook? Izzy: Two of them, actually. Personal Growth and the Latin book. Raksha: *looks amused* If the social workers could hear this conversation... Izzy: No, I'm serious. "Consequences of the lifestyle"...betcha anything I can find it in there. And then the Latin book is always going on about "We have and will always have" or "we had and we do have" or "we do and always will hold so-and-so in our memory." Raksha: *chuckles* I believe. I mention the social workers 'cuz the ones I knew were always on my case about 'consequences', as if I was incapable of understanding what I was doing with my life. Izzy: -snorts- You aren't. You probably know better than they do. Raksha: *grins* Oh, I do. They just refuse to believe that anyone knowing the consequences, such as tonight's, would still willingly choose such a life. Izzy: -shrugs- One of the counselors Papi made me visit when I was your age asked me why I'd keep doing what I was doing, even though it hurt me, and my only real tie to it was dead. I told her she didn't understand. Raksha: *nods* They don't, having never been in our place. *looks thoughtful, as if remembering* They made me go to counselors a few times. Didn't work out like they hoped. Izzy: -snorts- All of my counselors decided I was crazy. Raksha: *chuckles* So did mine. Izzy: -sighs and moves his head a little- We should go upstairs. But I really don't want to. Raksha: We can avoid more company if we do. If anyone knocks, we can just pretend we're not home. Izzy: Mmm. Okay. -sighs and straightens his head up- We can go lay down? Raksha: Sure *moves to stand up* Izzy: -starts to stand up, groaning in the process- I think I twisted my ankle. Raksha: *moves to slip an arm around Izzy* Izzy: -leans against him for a minute, muttering softly in Spanish- Sorry. Raksha: *kisses Izzy's shoulder* Let's get you upstairs.