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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 10:35 pm
Shatter the thoughts that reign supreme.
With a reigning light, a powerful gleam.
Shatter the freedom that comes with the sky... Danave, taking a chug from the milk carton in the fridge, put it back and then closed the door. He looked around blankly. Then, after a moment, he looked back up at Mitch. "What's a matter cutesy?" He asked, gazing at him unabashedly. "Never seen a man nekkid before?"  You know death has come when time is an eye.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:23 pm
 Once upon a time....
"Not a naked man that wants to have sex with me!" The raven haired young man spoke while still blushing rather wildly. "hhHEY!" Mitch pointed that the crimson haired naked man in his home, "That's my milk!" He then proceeded to face palm out of aggravation. "Why are you even here.....seriously..."
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:28 pm
Shatter the thoughts that reign supreme.
With a reigning light, a powerful gleam.
Shatter the freedom that comes with the sky... Danave raised an eyebrow at him. "Why do you THINK I'm here? To grant you three wishes? Che, please," he replied, waving his cigarette at Mitch. "You bought the mirror, Sir Knows-A-Lot. You shouldn't've have bought it if you didn't know what was going to happen because of it." Then he stretched his arms over his head, and you could hear loud pops as his back cracked. "Then again, I guess I should thank you. You got me out of there. Two hundred years is a long time, after all. I'm surprised my body still looks ripped and ready to crush some soda cans, heh." Then he sent Mitch a sly little smirk. "Oh, I know. How 'bout I show my appreciation to ya by showin' ya how guys really do have more fun?" You know death has come when time is an eye.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:38 pm
Once upon a time....
Mitch went silent as he looked right at Danave's sly and highly mischief fill expression. The raven haired man just stumbled about verbally and physically while trying to keep his distance from this crimson haired man. "How about you just put some pants on!" Mitch tried to suggest but had a feeling that he was the fly that was already trapped in the spider's ******** src="https://php8.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif" alt="User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show." title="User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show." class="bbcode-swap-blocked-image" rel="https://himitsunet.com/blackrose/whiterose.gif" style='float:right' />there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:43 pm
Shatter the thoughts that reign supreme.
With a reigning light, a powerful gleam.
Shatter the freedom that comes with the sky... Danave chuckled. "Okay, sure," he replied. "If you have anything that'll FIT me." He eyed Mitch's much smaller, thinner frame. "Personally though, I don't think that's going to happen." You know death has come when time is an eye.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:48 pm
Once upon a time....
"Um!" Mitch looked around while checking the distance between Danave and himself and also Danave and the closet. "You'd be surprised!" He spoke while quickly heading over to the closet yet. He tripped on a rather small bit of dust sending the rather nerdy Mitch flying in the air...but magically in the wrong direction....THUD. Now ladies and gents...guess where the rather smaller Mitch landed on....a rather naked Danave! A pair of boxers...four dollars... A pair of jeans...twenty dollars...seeing Mitch's expression on his face after falling on top of the man that wants to have sex with him.....priceless!
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 10:07 pm
Shatter the thoughts that reign supreme.
With a reigning light, a powerful gleam.
Shatter the freedom that comes with the sky... Danave caught Mitch easily, not really surprised that the other tripped up over his own feet, and in the wrong direction. His powerful arms held Mitch up effortlessly, as if the other didn't weigh anything, and his body seemed to radiate a senseless, unfathomable heat - one that seemed to burn the skin but yet send up goosebumps at the same time. It was... incredible. Danave merely gazed at him for a moment, taking his time with helping Mitch back to standing completely on his feet instead of halfway to the floor, literally hanging off Danave's arms. The other's hands were warm, unnaturally warm, at Mitch's back. Looking down at Mitch, his sharp red eyes searching him, Danave let out a breath. Then he smirked. "Watch yourself, cutesy." Then he was kissing Mitch right on the mouth, his grip tightening around the other to support him. You know death has come when time is an eye.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 4:15 pm
Just before the dramatic "Gone with the Wind Kiss" Mitch was in the strong arms that magically created goosebumps. Mitch's earthy brown eyes widened while blinking in a dumbfounded sort of way, cutesy!?! God why does he talk to me like I am a woman...... Just has the rather book smart young man thought that...his guard was let down. What brought him out of his thoughts was that "Gone With The Wind" style kiss that made Mitch's face turn a bright red from embarrassment. OHMYGODWHYISHEKISSINGME!?! The Raven haired man's thoughts were a massive blur of confusion...but. also something else. Mitch's eyes slowly grew heavy while oddly he literally melted in the man's kiss.....
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 10:05 pm
Shatter the thoughts that reign supreme.
With a reigning light, a powerful gleam.
Shatter the freedom that comes with the sky... Danave smirked into Mitch's lips. Not surprised at all...His fingers shifted. Let's see how far we can push it...Slowly, his fingers slid down Mitch's back towards the hem of the other's shirt. You know death has come when time is an eye.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 4:02 pm
Once upon a time....
Mitch lightly trembled at the rather slow and gentle touch. Though the Raven haired young man did not kiss him back he still did not stop him at the moment. Why...is he....
~A small little boy sat on the floor of the antiques shop playing with a rather old hand painted Victorian Porcelain Doll that was in perfect condition. The doll was worth roughly more than five hundred dollars. Yet. The young boy was gentle as he played with the doll. Where the young boy was, in the shop, he sat in front of a rather large mirror that's wooden frame was dark and jeweled with two rubies on top of the frame. The small child looked at his refection as he played with the doll. Suddenly an older man grabbed him by his wrist and threw him into a shelf full of old books, "MY Son don't play with dolls like that!" The man barked while watching the rather terrified little boy. "FFfather!?!" The small raven haired young boy stammered as he tried to crawl away from the man.yet..he failed. The man with jet black hair and crystal blue eyes just glared at the boy...and then down at the now shattered doll. The owner of the shop, The boy's Aunt, ran over from the commotion, "THAT DOLL IS WORTHLESS!" the blonde haired woman shouted at the older man. Tears streamed down the little boy's face as he dislocated his arm from how he was being treated by his own father. "MY SON is NO f**!" He shouted while again throwing the little boy to the ground. The man then took the now traumatized little boy's hand and force his hand flat on the floor in a rather sharp pile of old porcelain. ~
Mitch's eyes widened as he pushed himself off of the Crimson haired man falling back onto the floor. His eyes were not full of fear...but hate, "Get away from me...he gritted his teeth."
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 4:39 pm
Shatter the thoughts that reign supreme.
With a reigning light, a powerful gleam.
Shatter the freedom that comes with the sky... Danave was a little surprised, to say the least, but he did a very good job of masking it. He was sure Mitch would give in. He's tougher than I thought, it seems...He set a hand on his naked hip, silent for a moment. Then, when he spoke again, it was a simple question. "You at least want help up?" You know death has come when time is an eye.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 4:51 pm
Once upon a time....
The raven haired young man just glared at the naked wonder in his home while slowly getting off the ground, "Get out..." He spoke harshly..yet he sounded rather funny when he tried to act masculine...Mitch pointed to the door while still glaring at the man...his had was covered in small little scars that seemed to have happened a long time ago. When his brown eyes saw his hand his eyes narrowed even more, Those scars....A reminder that guys can't act like girls...that I can't be...me He stopped his thoughts while still glaring at Danave.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 5:02 pm
Shatter the thoughts that reign supreme.
With a reigning light, a powerful gleam.
Shatter the freedom that comes with the sky... Danave gazed at the other thoughtfully. Then he smirked. "Fine then." A whirl of what seemed like red wind surrounded him, cloaked him like a second skin, and then changed colors and textures, becoming clothes. "I know when my time will be wasted." He looked out the window, then at his newly-acquired black muscle shirt. "Hm. Looks hot out there." He took off the shirt. "At least I have this for later." He gazed at Mitch, his gaze searching. "All right, I'll leave. But one thing before I go, cutesy." Walking over to the door, Danave paused, and turned back to Mitch. "When you fight against yourself, you end up killing yourself from the inside out. That's no life. If you're gonna do that, you might as well be dead. A walking corpse." He turned to the door. "There are better ways." It was then, in that still moment, that one could see the ugly scars - criss-crossing and ragged - along Danave's strong, powerful back, stretching painfully down his spine and across his shoulder blades. Some stretched over along his sides as well, and there were several on his arms, too. Why couldn't they been seen before? Because Danave had never shown his back to Mitch before this. "Come to me when you're willing to be alive again." He opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. You know death has come when time is an eye.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 5:08 pm
Once upon a time....
Mitch's narrowed brown eyes noticed the scars on the man's tan back to which his eyes softened from knowing that pain all too well. His father never cared for him...except when he was doing things that little boys did not do. The young man sighed rather silently when the crimson haired man left his home. Slowly he sunk to the floor again and just hugged his knees. while trembling out of fear of his father...yet he had to silently remind himself that his father was no longer in the picture...
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 5:14 pm
Shatter the thoughts that reign supreme.
With a reigning light, a powerful gleam.
Shatter the freedom that comes with the sky... Danave stayed in front of the closed door for a moment, merely listening, before he pulled his muscle shirt over his head and straightened it out along his hips before he made his way down the hall towards the stairs. He didn't particularly trust elevators yet. Hmph. Stupid child. His eyes narrowed. The punishment for his desires were a lot worse two hundred years ago. There WERE no rules then.Reaching the stairs, he began to make his way downwards to the parking garage below. You know death has come when time is an eye.
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