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Tweak says, "call me maybe!"

MarinaNova NPCs (marinanova_npc) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2015-01-05 07:20:00

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Day 305 : MISTLETOE BOT MINGLE
[You won't hear them coming. You won't see their snare. The mistletoe bots are out and they're hunting you, two by two. You can run and you can hide, but eventually you will be caught, and then there's nothing left to do but kiss your way out!

Chapstick stations will be available.]

(OOC: Mistletoe Bots Info)

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foreverjack
2015-01-18 11:15 am UTC (link)

Frankly, Jack's not even that concerned about how humane or not his solution was, only that it worked. There's always been a certain ruthless pragmatism about him in that respect.

Even his relief at the fact that Spike really does seem a hell of a lot more stable than he did right after the fact is more about keeping other people safe than Spike feeling better in himself.

"Yeah, Ianto told me that seemed to help," he nods, lips twisting briefly at the description of his younger self. "Nice of the wardens to help out, there!"

Speaking of whom, the bot is obviously getting impatient. Jack's been slowly edging in towards Spike but now he gets a great big push that sends him stumbling right into Spike for the second time in as many minutes. "Kiss!" the bot demands.

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chipswiththat
2015-01-19 04:18 pm UTC (link)

"Wouldn't call it help."

Not so much because it didn't help (it absolutely did) but he really doesn't want to give the wardens any cred, regardless if its deserved or not. Especially not since they keep releasing these damn bots on purpose and that happy metallic chirp is really testing the limits of his already fraying patience. Half-huffing half-growling out his annoyance, Spike reaches up to grab Jack by the neck and lay one on him.

A kiss, that is. Bruising, brutal, without hesitation. They're beyond all that.

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foreverjack
2015-01-25 07:26 pm UTC (link)

For half a second, Jack freezes in surprise, because threatening bot or not, he never expected Spike to initiate the kiss.

Then his hands are clamping onto Spike's head and kissing him back, gasping for air and arousal soaring because that's the way John used to kiss him and, while he certainly doesn't get Spike and John mixed up any more, there are certain physical responses that are automatic where someone who looks and sounds and feels and smells like that are concerned.

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chipswiththat
2015-01-26 09:14 pm UTC (link)

Spike has so little left in this world but surprising Jack feels incredibly satisfying, perfectly balancing out the indignity of having to kiss him in the first place. It's a show of defiance if anything and he doesn't shy away from the kiss for a good long while, perhaps because he has a pretty good idea of what it does to Jack. Maybe he can't go back to how things used to be, but some things... some things they can salvage.

Caring little about whether or not the bot has released its papery load, Spike reaches up to clench a fist in Jack's hair. He's passive in so many things lately, but this won't be one of them.

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foreverjack
2015-01-31 12:53 pm UTC (link)

It all feels good enough that for a minute or two Jack stops thinking all together and just feels, the hunger and excitement of the kiss awakening longings he thought he'd got over long ago. Not so much longing for Spike, although that's always been there in the background, but more a general love of anything dangerous and violent and thrilling. He loves Ianto and he's far happier with just Ianto than he ever thought he could be, but damn. He's missed this.

His fingers are curled into Spike's hair just as firmly as Spike's are in his. There's pretty much no way he's stepping back first.

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chipswiththat
2015-01-31 08:52 pm UTC (link)

This is going to be some kiss to remember then, both in intensity and length. Spike isn't too interested in backing away either, although his stubbornness stems in defiance rather than some dark erotic longing. For him it's a fight, with different weapons than usual perhaps but a fight nonetheless. A battle to reclaim the upper hand if only now and here and although the bot has happily dropped its colorful load, he's not stopping.

Instead he's pressing his free hand against Jack's chest, pushing him back against a wall with some force. Daring. Challenging.

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foreverjack
2015-02-02 08:10 pm UTC (link)

He gives with the push at first, not quite registering it behind the rush of endorphins from the feel of a cool, hungry mouth against his, stealing his air, and the delicious sting of fingers tugging in his hair. But he gasps when his back meets the wall, goes still for a moment, and then he's breaking off the kiss to stare wildly at Spike, grinning, panting for breath.

Then his fist comes up to punch Spike in the face. He's not (quite) mistaking him for John, but it's how he and John used to make out and this is feeling very, very familiar.

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chipswiththat
2015-02-04 09:23 am UTC (link)

There's a surge of satisfaction that Jack is the one to break the kiss, mixed in with relief because he really doesn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep that up. The punch that follows is like the sweetest reward and despite the way it makes his head snap painfully to the side, Spike really can't keep himself from grinning.

"That's more like it."

Wide swing coming your way, Jack.

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foreverjack
2015-02-05 10:31 pm UTC (link)

"Oh fuck, yeah!" he responds, completely on instinct, and he doesn't even try to dodge the blow, letting it land and gasping as he feels pain blossoming out from the site where it landed, flooding him with endorphins every bit as powerful as the kiss did.

It's a moment before he can see clearly again, but when he can he goes for Spike again, this time barrelling into him in a full body blow.

He always has enjoyed full physical contact, in whatever form it takes.

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chipswiththat
2015-02-06 12:44 pm UTC (link)

It's a give and take he's been missing sorely. With the thing with Jack going sour and Buffy being gone, there's no one left to fulfill his need for a near-scripted brawl ever so often. The measured give and take, never stepping over the line between just enough and too much. The steady framework of a fight that makes him wait for Jack to get his bearings straight rather than taking the opening to pummel him further. The rules that mean that when Jack comes to knock him down, he goes down.

He hits the ground with a heavy thud and a choked off grunt, hands grasping at Jack's clothes as he tries to push himself off against the ground and roll them over.

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foreverjack
2015-02-07 09:17 pm UTC (link)

It's very different from the last few times they've tussled - the mean and nasty fights concerning Spike's soul, and the hot and furious one when Jack had the red pearls. This, yes, is how it should be, free enough to be exciting and exhilarating but controlled enough that no-one gets badly hurt.

He whoops exultantly when Spike goes down, going right down on top of him, and wrestling to keep him down, to get his weight on top of him and get control of those flailing limbs. He's not really strong enough to keep Spike down if Spike doesn't want to be kept down, though, and it's not long before he finds himself on his back. He pushes and shoves upwards in his turn, grinning breathlessly, loving the sheer physicality of this, getting down and dirty. It's more fun than he ever expected to have again with Spike.

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chipswiththat
2015-02-09 09:15 am UTC (link)

His vampire strength does put an unfair spin on this, even with as dampened as it is here. Normally that's an advantage but here, tangled up in a friendly brawl, he does make an effort to hold back. Not all the way, of course not, just enough to keep things interesting. He'll surely be aching by the end of this anyway.

Grunting, Spike tries to stabilize himself on top of Jack, firmly straddling him and clenching a fist in his clothes for balance. He pulls back, aiming a punch to the other mans jaw.

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foreverjack
2015-02-10 09:24 pm UTC (link)

He sees the punch coming and does his best to twist out of its way, so that it slides along the edge of his jaw and into the ground rather than letting out all of its force into his face. Panting, he shoves up at Spike, scrabbling to get his feet under him and his knees up to lever the smaller man off him. He doesn't quite manage that, but he does manage to tip Spike far enough off him onto his side that he can start to slither out from under him.

And taunt, because it's what he does. "You know, for a self-professed straight guy, you sure do love sitting down on top of me!"

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chipswiththat
2015-02-11 04:44 pm UTC (link)

"Only someone insecure of his manliness would have a problem with that, Jack!"

And he's quite secure, most of the time. At least in that regard, if no other, he knows what he likes and he knows that sometimes, that isn't as straightforward as he's led to believe. No big deal, in a hundred years. Maybe Jack sees him as repressed but that's not really it either.

Muscles tense and wide grin firmly plastered on his face, Spike tries to grab hold of what he can. Shirt, coat, trousers, whatever scrap of fabric that'll keep Jack from getting too far away while Spike struggles to reclaim the top dog position.

"Besides... I like dangling what you can't have right in front of your nose."

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foreverjack
2015-02-12 08:03 am UTC (link)

That makes Jack pause in his attempt to wriggle out from under to glance at Spike's crotch, which really isn't far from gangling in front of his nose, to laugh breathlessly up at him instead. "Oh, god," he groans, "there are so many possible responses to that one I can't even choose just one!"

Then, while Spike's hopefully distracted, he gets his feet flat on the ground behind Spike's back and makes a gigantic attempt to heave him off.

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chipswiththat
2015-02-13 04:01 pm UTC (link)

The gigantic attempt is gigantically successful. Spike may be vampirically stronger but Jack is bigger and flings him off with relative ease. Not his first time being flung tho and he finds his footing quick enough, rolling back up to stand.

"Bloody hell, I missed this." A difficult thing to admit, but fuck it. He's lost too much by now to worry about keeping up the cool image.

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foreverjack
2015-02-13 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Jack springs back up to his feet again too with automatic speed, and then pauses at Spike's words, regarding him for a moment, working out his response. But it's not hard to work out. Whatever's happened between them, this is one hell of a lot better than the recent tension and cautious pussyfooting around each other.

So he grins. "Me too," he says warmly, and goes for Spike again, aiming to back him into the wall this time and, rather more deliberately, snog him again, just because.

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chipswiththat
2015-02-14 01:46 pm UTC (link)

He goes with the movement easily, both the shove and the snog — to his own great surprise. This isn't about sexual excitement, although it is exciting. No, this is still about the physical battle, of meeting Jack head on with whatever weapon he chooses, of gnashing teeth and crashing lips and snarls in between. He curls his fingers firmly in Jack's hair, challenging him to do his goddamn worst.

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foreverjack
2015-02-15 04:36 pm UTC (link)

Spike going easily actually throws him for a moment, because he really wasn't expecting that. But he'll be damned if he doesn't make the most of it! He laughs exultantly and lunges into the kiss, meeting Spike all the way, his own hands threading into stiff, bleached hair as he uses his body to press Spike back into the wall.

It's not really about sex for him either, any more. Yes, he's hard, but he can get hard from a good fight just as well as he can from more traditional stimuli, and this? This is definitely a good fight. He presses right in, demanding, claiming, taking.

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chipswiththat
2015-02-16 05:38 pm UTC (link)

This is one of those times he'll think back on later and just shake his head in disbelief, claim temporary insanity or that it never even happened. Truth is he's going out of his mind, no longer knows what he's supposed to do with himself, what he's supposed to be. Back home, he could turn his attention to fight for something good. Here, there's nothing.

So he exists, broods in secret, shags and drinks and smokes the time away and on occasion, he stumbles on something like this. Something that makes him feel, if not like a man than at least a little closer to one.

It's a different kind of battle for sure and not one Spike feels like he can afford to lose. Growling against Jack's mouth he braces himself against the wall, pushes back to try and make enough room to turn this back to punches and blows. He can feel an obsession grow and that's never a good thing. Perhaps it's already taken root, long before today.

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foreverjack
2015-02-21 12:08 pm UTC (link)

There is a bit of an obsession there, yes, and it's not entirely one-sided, not by any means. Jack's always had a slightly obsessive personality too (over a century waiting for the Doctor, anyone?) and Spike has sparked something in him right since the start. It's not just the similarities to John Hart; there are similarities to himself too. Kindred spirits, if they could just get themselves both on the same side.

This may be about as close as they're going to get. But it feels good to be with someone who understands a man's more primal needs.

He gets pushed out of the kiss eventually, and he dances back, grinning widely, hands spread invitingly, just as happy to return to Spike's kind of fight.

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chipswiththat
2015-02-22 04:58 pm UTC (link)

There's no way that could backfire into a mutual obsession hellhole, could it? Of course not. How could it possibly?

Either way this is something that he's been missing in a deep, essential way. Back home there was the Slayer (even if he needed to goad Buffy on more than he should've) but here there's been... no one. Sam for a while, but that pup was far too fragile. Buffy occasionally, until she disappeared and that was half a lifetime ago, it feels. The loneliness and lack of stimulation has grown into a constant ache, picking away at what little will he has to do much of anything.

It's an ache that's lessening with every second, stirring up embers and breathing new life in the brawler, the troublemaker, the guy who was the happiest in burning temples and rainsoaked New York streets. He grins and swings, wide enough to be avoided because he knows that Jack isn't trying to flee. It's a game, not a battle for life or death.

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foreverjack
2015-03-14 02:28 pm UTC (link)

Jack's always been happiest out in the thick of things too, battling against Daleks or Slitheen or Cybermen, feeling the blood flow thick and fast in his veins, fizzing with excitement that - yeah - has been sorely lacking here. Perhaps he's been getting just a little too domestic with Ianto. Perhaps he needs a little more danger in his life.

Except that this time he misjudges where Spike's aiming and dodges the wrong way, so that Spike gets him in the solar plexus and even though it's not at full strength, it puts him out of the fight. He staggers backwards, doubling over, pain shooting through him, gasping for breath and really rather disappointed. He hadn't wanted this to end yet.

[OOC: Thought I'd try and leave them wanting more... :-)]

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chipswiththat
2015-03-15 10:20 am UTC (link)

It's such a shame really and Spike isn't even pretending to hide the disappointment that washes over him. Maybe he needs to find someone more durable, or just take out the remaining frustrations on a sandbag at the athletic center. There's a lingering ache in him, like being told to turn off the light and go to sleep before he's had a chance to reach his own climax.

Actually, let's not phrase it like that. Gross.

"Done already?" The tone is mildly mocking, but not as goading as it could be. He's not about to ruin what little chance he has of something solid and regular here. No way.

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LOL @ Spike's thoughts!

foreverjack
2015-03-17 08:14 am UTC (link)

Spike's not the only one who's disappointed, but there's not a lot Jack can do about it, short of killing himself, and this is not sufficient injury to merit that! He nods, managing to flick Spike an apologetic glance. He can't speak; he just doesn't have enough air. His lungs are heaving, desperately trying to pull air into his body. He flaps a regretful hand at Spike.

No point waiting around; this could take a while!

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there's zero ust here what are you talking about -

chipswiththat, 2015-03-19 08:38 am UTC

Hah! Yeah, right... :-D -

foreverjack, 2015-03-22 12:02 pm UTC

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