The Philistine God of Accaron (glorifygluttony) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-03-13 14:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | atlas acron, beelzebub/ziander meredith, evron/nathaniel alderson |
Who Evron & Atlas & Ba'al
When March 13th
Where Evron's office then to the ZIM compound
What Atlas shows up to paint Evron's office and "pay up" on a deal, but Ba'al finally calls on Evron right when Evron was about to get paid back and Atlas says he doesn't do call backs - then on to Ba'al's summoning.
Warnings Adult Smexy turned disappointment / Language
Status In Progresso
Atlas:
Atlas rooted around his vast array of paints and brushes and found some of his favorites and packaged them all up. He had every intention of making good on showing up at this Nathaniel's office and defacing the atrocity that was described as white walls to him. He shuttered to think the man could stand cohabitating in such a blank state of bland during his workday. It would just never do. Plus, Atlas just wanted a reason to make a mess and roll around in paint. It was one of his favorite things. So, he got a friend of his to drive him over in a pick up truck. He hopped on out in front and had this friend help him carry everything right in front of Evron's office door and plopped it down like he was making a permanent home. There were floor tarp, and tape, brushes, rollers, pans, and of course paint cans. Those he had stacked up to make a small platform to sit on outside of Evron's door. He wore a pair of knee high combats that were laced up with silver shoe strings that topped a pair of ripped up jeans, the tears were slashed all the way to his waistline. He didn't wear a regular shirt. He wore a leather collar with several silver chains that draped across his chest and wrapped around his ribs and snapped together at the small of his back. His elaborate tattoos on clear display through all the chainmail. He sat on top of the pile of paint cans and then laid down on his back like a centerfold stretched for all eyes to gawk at him, one knee bent up and his propped on his hand, balanced by his elbow. Then with his free hand he held a paint can wooden stir stick and reached forward to tap at the office door as a knock. Then as he waited for the door to open he took the flat wooden stick and kept smacking his inner thigh with it, hard enough to hear it's snap between those widened legs, biting his lower lip as he kept his gaze ready to meet the eyes of who would open the door.
Evron:
Evron’s fingers skimmed over the paperwork littering his desk. It had been some time since he’d actually been productive at work. Honestly, with Astarte gone…who was there to keep him in line at the Celestial Realm? Still, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t play catch up every now and then. After all, the last thing he needed was a pregnant demon bursting in only to find him lounging in a pile of unfinished paperwork. His hand lifted to his lips, index finger tapping along his lower lip as made a valid attempt to focus. Really now, how was he to focus when there was so much going on outside of work? There was the pregnant Rayven, of course; a subject he loathed to discuss with just anyone. The woman was something he regretted, but little could be done now. There was no way to change the past. Initially his instinct was to kill her, though memories of his punishment from Astarte still rang in his memory. A century of limbo wasn’t something he wished to partake in again. What was the next best option? Push the pregnant female off on the Mother Goddess. In time perhaps he would be able to pretend that the child born of her didn’t exist. A sigh escaped him, Evron standing from his desk as he stretched out his arms. It was pointless; no work was going to get done.
It was then that he heard a knock on his office door. His eyes rolled immediately, figuring it was probably one of Astarte’s employees. Oh how he loathed some of the people she hired. Sure, there was always reasons behind who she picked…he still didn’t like some of them. In fact, if he had his choice he would lock them all inside the building and set it ablaze. A smirk graced his features at that, whistling as he made his way from behind the desk and towards the door. It was when he opened it that he got a bit of a surprise. There stood Atlas, heavily loaded with painting supplies. Oh, Astarte would DEFINITELY love this. She would more than likely shit in her pantaloons upon returning to a colorfully painted office room. The demon blinked several times, his head tilting to the side curiously as he held the door open. “Surprise, surprise” he said in a dull tone, giving the other plenty of walkway to enter the room.
Atlas:
Still laying across the pile of stacked cans and smacking his inner thigh with that paint stick he paused to hear the demon's greeting. Then he pointedly dragged that stick down the hemline of his inner thigh till it reached his inseam and he gave the stick a little rub across his crotch before planting his feet back firmly on the ground and rose to his feet. Nathaniel may have given enough room to enter but Atlas didn't go through right away. He stopped in front the man he'd met so randomly online and tapped that paint stick against his far broader chest than his own. Then he let it drag down over the curves of his chest and down his torso. His eyes followed the stick down Evron's contours until it reached his waistline and stopped. That's when Atlas tilted his head up to meet Nathaniel's green eyes, his own covered in tourquise contacts, a pierced lip was rolled from under his front teeth as he gazed up through his thick lashes, a coy shoulder canted. "I hear you can get a good white wash in here." he licked his lips then let his little nose scrunch up flirtatiously, little wrinkles around the barbell at the bridge of his nose rumfled. Then -smack- he let that paint stick give Evron a little tap right in the crotch between his legs as he said, "I think I need spackled" batted those lashes then passed on by with a very effeminate walk, hips swaying on the skinny lanky insect as he went right up and jumped on top of the desk, sitting crossing one leg over the other, letting it swing as he eyed the walls.
Evron:
When Atlas didn’t enter right away, Evron’s curiosity perked. Green eyes followed the stick that traveled down his form. When the other stopped at his waistline, the demon was slightly disappointed. The words that followed barely registered, as he felt his body growing rigid. He swallowed hard, eyes becoming heavily lidded as his lips parted slightly. When the stick met his crotch, it only fueled his lust. He took a quick glance along the outside of the office, seemingly overly cautious as the other entered the room. After a few moments he turned, stepping out of the walkway as the door closed behind him. His eyes locked on the slender figure propped on his desk with his legs crossed. He was preoccupied with his walls, something that Evron honestly wasn’t THAT concerned over. The individual seemed to exude confidence, a trait that the demon found to be highly appealing. Did the boy actually think that he was going to allow him to paint after an entrance like that? It was doubtful; the guy knew what he was doing. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in a room with a tease. “The walls can wait” he stated simply, closing the distance between himself and the guy sitting on his desk. “If I recall…we made a bet?” Evron then placed one hand on Atlas’ leg, the other beneath his chin as he forced the man to face him. “Are you going to pay up?” he questioned, leaning forward as his lips ghosted over the other’s mouth.
Atlas:
Atlas jerked his head from the man's grasp but plunged his hands into the waistline of the demon's pants gripping the hem and pulling downward on them as he pushed with enough strength to squeeze between Evron's body and the desk and slipped to his knees on the floor. He cowered down low, holding his head against a lifted shoulder, brightly colored eyes glancing up from his profile, while his fists full of the fabric of Evron's pants kept applying downward pressure as his body softly bounced in place, "I don't remember the bet. Can you remind me?"
Evron:
He exhaled slightly, watching as the man gripped the material of his pants. When he slid to the ground, Evron assumed he was going to comply with his end of the bet. Well, why wouldn’t he assume such? He seemed ready and in the position. His eyebrow quirked slightly upon hearing the little comment from Atlas, knowing he guy intended to drag this out. So this was how he wanted it? Very well. He smiled then, bending down as he quickly captured the man’s lips with his own. The kiss was brief, Evron pulling away and standing to full stature once again. He felt the pressure upon his pants, the demon taking a step back as he began unzipping them. “Come on, show me what talents you possess with that mouth of yours. I do hope it isn’t limited to simple witty exchange.” Pale digits moved to the button of his pants, quickly undoing it as he began humming lightly. “You know, there is an interesting fact you should know. The walls are really thin….and there is a breakroom beside my office. I believe there is always someone going in and out of there. They’ll probably hear everything we are doing in here.” He paused then, licking his lips as he stared down at the other. “Don’t you want to fuck with them a little? Come on, let’s make them uncomfortable.”
Atlas/Ba'al:
Atlas let Nathaniel control everything about that kiss, not pushing back, testing, tasting someone new. A pleasure filled hum followed the departure of that kiss too. But, Evron kept talking after he popped the button of his pants, full of information and semi-exhibitionism type ideas. Atlas's slender hands quickly hit the mark though when he saw that button pop pushing Evron's hands out of the way. He wanted to unwrap the pretty package bursting at the seams himself. Atlas put his mouth to the man's inner thigh and gnawed at it through the fabric as he slowly undid the zipper. The both those delicate hands made the moved to feel the bulge between the thin fabric, dipped a hand in, and exposed his cock to the air. Another rumble came from Atlas's throat in appreciation of the sight. His eyes kept boucing between Evron's face and his cock like he wanted to focus on his face and speak back but was too drawn in by the thick arousal. He finally lurched forward and pressed the tip of his nose to the shaft, the tip of his tongue just below, trailing up the path of the thick under-vein clear to the head and fell off. "Mmmmm fuck" He looked up with damn heavy lids like he was hungry for it. "I want them to hear every cry I make." He spoke in an airy voice laced with anticipation. "Make me cry. Make me scream. I want to scream your name." Then that thick lipped Atas smirk came into play, "Do you think you can make me?" This was also the moment Evron's phone started going off and going off with the name ZIM flashing on the screen.
Evron:
Everything was going smoothly, Evron feeling himself hardening at the man’s touch. He felt the other man’s tongue darting along the underside of his cock. “I know I can make you” he replied in broken words. A light noise escaped his lips then, the demon just about ready to give in to Atlas’ request...when IT happened. His eyes widened as he caught sight of his phone going off on his desk. This wouldn’t have been so alarming if not for the name ‘ZIM’ flashing upon the screen. Was this for real? This couldn’t possibly be for real. Evron wanted to scream, he wanted to throw a bitch fit right in the middle of his office. “SHIT…REALLY?” he nearly screamed out in frustration, gently pulling away from Atlas and leaving him hanging. “Sorry, I have to reply to this…very important.” Oh how he wanted to fall to the floor and scream like a five year old child. None of this would matter; Ba’al apparently decided that now was the perfect time to contact him. Of all this shitty luck…this was all Astarte’s fault. She just had to bring attention to him. Now it was messing up his sex life. Evron pulled up his pants, grumbling as he zipped and buttoned them up. He reached for the phone, bitching under his breath as he looked over the message. “I…have to go” he blurted out, well aware that he probably was killing his chances of getting laid by Atlas later. What was he going to do about it? It wasn’t like he could say ‘sorry Ba’al, getting ass is more important than you’.
Atlas/Ba'al:
When Evron backed away Atlas's first instinct was to pout and play cute. But, as he watched watched whatever this text was being more important than him he started to rub his tongue against his front teeth underneath his lips in frustration. Then about the time Evron was zipping up, his whole demeanor changed from naughty little minx to cocky asshat. He was definitely messing with his chances to play around with Atlas in the future.
"You fucking serious?" There was little humor in his tone and he was irritated enough that the lights in the room started to flicker as he spoke. Atlas didn't like to be second best to anything. "You're cracked dude. Mother fucking cracked. I brought the paint and everything." He planted a foot down and pushed off his knee to get up off the ground, spine erect, chin jutted. "When you jack off to those photos I sent you remember that's as close as you're gonna get. Enjoy your dreams. I don't do call backs." He warned as turned to head in the direction of the door.
At the same time repetitive texts started to come in from Ba'al for a speedy arrival.