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Post by OWEN BERTRAM QUIGG on Jan 24, 2015 6:37:15 GMT
 Sweat clung to the teenager’s body. There was no shirt to cover his sweaty chest, or the Dark mark displayed proudly upon his left arm. His chest falling and rising rapidly despite the fact that he had the less… athletic… portion of their bout of amusement. He lay upon Ant’s four poster bed. Within the familiar confines of the vampire’s room. It wasn’t the first time this man had been here. In fact he had come here once in his sixth year. When he couldn’t handle the pressure that his father was putting him under. He yawned as he placed his head upon Ant’s chest. He didn’t know why, but it was the sound of a beating heart which soothed him. Calmed him. It was probably a reference to the loss of his mother at a young and vulnerable age. But he didn’t mind. Ant had been the one to allow him to embrace his sexuality. To have been patient enough to finally allow him to relax and let his thoughts… his emotions towards men take control.
“Well that certainly was entertaining!”He chuckled slightly as he looked back at Ant. He had always been there. Like a best friend would. But there was something that even the other man didn’t know about his childhood. Something that Owen was still reluctant to tell him simply due to the risk that it would put him in should his father find out. After all. His father was the reason as to why he is the man that he is. His father was the reason he had sought to get the Dark Mark engraved upon his arm. |
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Post by ANTOSHA KIRILLOVICH VOLKOV on Jan 29, 2015 4:20:00 GMT
His chest rose and fell quickly with his sharp intakes of breath. Antosha was still trying to get his heart to slow down even though it'd been a few minutes since the last wave of their... activities. A sweat slick hand reached out to trace delicate fingers along the exposed and quite beautiful dark mark decorating the flesh of the other occupant of his lavish bed. It was a sight he'd become accustom to after the first incident that led to the fellow Death Eater falling into the confines of his bed. A sight that Antosha couldn't even begin to contemplate complaining about. Even if he didn't know what had sparked the boys sudden admission of attraction.
They'd done this often enough that when Antosha rolled over so he was no longer in danger of suffocating and Owen rest his head on the vampire's chest, Antosha didn't so much as blink in surprise. He just moved his hand up from the dark mark to Owen's short yet soft hair to run his fingers along his scalp. No one could complain that Antosha wasn't incredibly tender towards his lovers. Er, towards his bed occupants. Unless he was bored. Then things might have a habit of getting... Interesting.
Antosha chuckled himself as he looked down at the younger Death Eater. "And yet you can still be talking? I dink vat I not doing job fully well, hmm?" His voice was rough with strain and thick with an almost palpable Russian accent.
The Russian looked down at his friend -one of the first he'd found that he actually enjoyed to be around as much as he liked Volka's attitude- and let out a soft sigh at the face he found. Of course they'd be enjoying the cooling sensation of their drying sweat and Owen would still look as though the world were troubling him. Antosha wondered if they'd have to go again or... "You needing to talking?" His fingers moved forward to tap Owen's forehead. "You look troubling, Owen." || template designed by NEMO of adoxography || |
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Post by OWEN BERTRAM QUIGG on Feb 1, 2015 5:22:19 GMT
He didn't know what it was about that Russian accent, but it made him feel accepted. Acepted for the person he was rather than who his father had forced him to become since the death of his sister. It was rather welcoming and quite a relief to have such a thing. A thing that made him feel at home. Together they chuckled as they poked fun. That was the sort of fun they had. They poked fun at each other and when one needed to unwind the other was only too willing to help him out.It didn't take Ant long to notice that something was wrong, however, soon enough he asked Owen if he needed to say something. Of course that did nothing but make that debate that much more demanding. That much more urgent. He sighed, breaking eye contact, as he ran a hand through his hair. Ant was older than him. Of course he was, but that didn't mean that he was able to protect himself from his father's abusive behavior. Ant was his closest friend. His link to humanity. His link to sanity and the outside world. With one more deep breath he looked up at Antosha again."If I tell you, you have to promise me that you'll be careful. That you will watch your step whenever you are around my family. I know it sounds stupid and silly, but I just need you to do it."Ant would be able to see the desperation in his eyes. The need to have at least that piece of the puzzle. That reassurance that he'd avoid interacting with the remains of his family. A reassurance that would allow him to spill the beans about what had caused the change of heart that had lead to the change in their relationship. |
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Post by ANTOSHA KIRILLOVICH VOLKOV on Feb 5, 2015 15:14:34 GMT
As Owen sighed and broke their eye contact Ant felt something rush up in his chest. He wouldn't let himself fully care about someone he rolled around the bed with but Owen had been a friend for far longer than they'd had this arrangement. A part of him wanted to rush to protect his friend from whatever it was that caused him to have that worrying look on his face. A smaller part of the Russian, the part that housed the cold blooded Death Eater, wanted to scoff at his fellow D.E. for being weak. Antosha's clear eyes looked down as Owen took in the deep breath, fingertips moving down to stroke the other's dark mark.
Antosha's eyes narrowed slightly as the beast raised its head again. His hand curled until nails rested against the marked skin as he peered into the desperate eyes of Owen. "I be careful." He agreed slowly. Not that he necessarily had to follow whatever he said. He wasn’t taking a wizard’s oath. Whatever it was Owen had to tell him… Antosha knew he’d find a way to take care of it somehow if he needed. He told himself it wasn’t because he wanted to feel like a hero, but he knew that would be a lie. Antosha missed being needed.
”Tell now.”
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Post by OWEN BERTRAM QUIGG on Feb 6, 2015 7:09:29 GMT
He could feel the older man's fingers upon his wrist. Right where his dark mark was, Fingers that were soon replaced by nails. A reminder coming to him of the fact that although Ant cared about him, that they were in positions of power. That weakness was not tolerated amongst their kind, and that they weren't defenceless. They were strong. The eighteen year old took solace in Ant's actions. It gave him not only comfort in the form of a promise that the man would be careful, but also in the delicate touch against his wrist, but it also gave him strength. Strength in the form of her nails against his mark.
"My father is rather abusive. Has been ever since my sister died really and eventually... I just broke... I didn't know what way was up or what way to go. It was around the time that we... well.. around the time that this," he indicated to the room all around them. "All started. He's made me the man I am today, but god damn it I hate that he made me feel as if I had to hid just who exactly I was in order to avoid further punishments... hiding being well... the fact that I'm gay..." |
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Post by ANTOSHA KIRILLOVICH VOLKOV on Feb 13, 2015 20:20:07 GMT
The Russian man kept his hand on the other's dark mark, an act that was more intimate than resting it anywhere else. Fingertips continued stroking the skin with only the hint of nails. It served to ground the tall man to the discomfort of his partner of the night as well as remind Owen of where they stood. Strong enough to lend aide but not so unforgiving to allow much weakness.
Antosha's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to the words spilling out of Owen's mouth, fingers not stopping in their caress even with his anger. Right. The fact Owen had a shit for a dad didn't really surprise him but that didn't do anything to stop the anger. Because Owen was his friend and this was just now being brought to his attention. Not to mention the fact it had gone on and he hadn't known. Had no inkling towards what was going on. What else did I miss?"
A few minutes passed as Antosha processed the facts given to him. Hand still on its mission to trace every piece of Owen's mark. Taking a breath to push back any anger he felt the Russian shook his head briefly. "And is still being... a problem?" His voice was slightly strained as he looked down at his friend. || template designed by NEMO of adoxography || |
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