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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 6:25 pm
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We know what it's about~
Frederick Wilson (SaMxY)
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Jonathan Rickman (KamashiSeno)
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 6:32 pm
 
Frederick Wilson was a person like no other. He was a vampire, a very old vampire ... He spent his crazy early years of his life to do carnage of blood and body. That road led him to the bloodiest vampire, Lestat. As the years passed, they became more centuries. Throughout this time, Lestat and Frederick were inseparable. Frederick was not attracted to men but with Lestat, it was otherwise. Frederick was a proud and respectable man, except when he faced Lestat. This man had managed to make him weak and obedient. Frederick often had the heart beating rapidly when Lestat was around and he fell in love with him. Lestat knew to how to use this advantage but he did not want to private himself from other nice buffet of bodies of the world. Wilson had no other choice but to accept this situation. But the days passed over and his body was dying from this betrayal and became more and more stone.
Frederick decided one day to go, saying nothing and leaving nothing behind. He took his pride and his heart of stone and he disappeared from the life of Lestat knowing full well that he would not come beg him to come back. He spent several centuries of his life alone, locked in a big mansion and drink the blood of animals passing by. Then one day, Lestat came knocking on his door. He had changed and the heart of Fred does not handle his return... He began to beat again. But his happiness did not last long because; Lestat had a plan to die. He was tired of living and nothing could change his mind. He had left a letter to Frederick and at the rising sun; Lestat left behind him a state of dust that flew slowly in the wind. It was not the first time that Lestat had tried to kill himself but this time he drank a potion worthy of the God of Death. He had lost his natural protection against the sun and he became ashes.
Several other centuries past when Frederick went around the world to find Lestat, he could not believe he was dead. Plus, the letter he had left was saying a simple 'I love you'. It was words that Lestat had never spoken, written, or even think. For Wilson it was inconceivable that the love of his life was dead. He had to face the facts as he found him nowhere. There was no trace of him, set apart an illegitimate child. Frederick had found the place where that child, which was actually a man, lived. He had spent so many years to suffer with his whole body and soul because of Lestat. It was not because he had decided to die that Frederick was not going to get revenge at him! Someone had to pay and the human had been chosen among all living beings on earth.
Frederick was in Belgium for a few days and already he was looking harder for the descendant of his lost love. He was staying in the more 'majestic' hotel of this part of the country. For Frederick it was a shame to the word majestic... He decided to take a day to rest a bit, he found nothing and he was in serious shortage of blood and alcohol. He went to the bar, it was the evening; no more threat of burning, he was free for a few hours. He had sat at a bench and watched the small menu of drink that was hanging on the corner. It’s a bit...sticky. He wanted to complain and he noticed that there were not so many people in here and that there was only one employee at the counter. He rose fixing the young man then he froze. Lestat ... He felt a stab in his chest. These eyes... and this way of moving... It was him, he was convinced. He went to talk to the butler in the entry and he spends a lot of money to clear the bar for the evening, and it was an anonymous donation. Frederick wanted the young man for himself... He went to sit at the counter casually. "I would take a bottle of your best champagne; I have something to celebrate...And you gonna celebrate it with me..." Frederick stared at the man with a sinister look, but also sensual.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 6:34 pm
  Jonathan Rickman; owner of the Majestic Hotel, was a young business man that had came up with plans of starting a hotel line two years back. Frankly, his ‘dream’ wasn’t going as well as he’d first planned. Two years had passed and he still was into serious debts, since his one hotel wasn’t bringing in enough. He lacked customers… Well he couldn’t blame them; this part of the country wasn’t exactly the richest. Each time he would get some good money in, he’d either spend it on debts, or ways of ‘upgrading’ his hotel; like buying more decent furniture and such. He cared for his customers’ comfort…and sadly enough he wasn’t quite able to afford that just yet. He’d even ended up firing his accountant, waitress and maids; he couldn’t afford the help anymore. Thus, he was taking care of the whole hotel pretty much by himself. He had a lot on his frail looking shoulders, to say the least; but he wasn’t giving up just yet…even though hope of better days was all he had left. Hope…
Pretty much the only thing that assured him some customers was the reputation he’d made of holding a fine bar. Indeed, the alcohol, he knew, would bring in people. Again it wasn’t working as good as he’d wished for it, but it was something. Perhaps it was only a matter of time, before things went better. He hadn’t been able to afford publicity so…the word of this ‘fine’ hotel opening hadn’t quite been heard all over. Hope…there again.
That evening, Jonathan wasn’t in the best of moods. He’d received another bill earlier, one he hadn’t been expecting. It really was the last thing he needed…and he’d been wondering since then just how in the world he was going to pay it.
Cleaning the bar, making sure everything there was neat, he was just holding up a neutral expression. Now and then he’d sigh, feeling slightly depressed. Nothing was helping really; the day had been rather cheap customer wise and the evening, where normally the bar counted at least that much clients; was merely empty…and emptier and emptier. Next thing he knew, a man -- taller than himself by a slight bit -- had came over and sat at the counter. Hearing he wanted a bottle of his best champagne, John was quite surprised, to say the least, and he soon set aside the glass he had been rubbing to get a hand on that one fine champagne bottle he’d had for a while now. No one had ever requested it… How badly could these people lack in taste really! Ah…perhaps they were just as poor as he was. Well, either way, he was happy this bottle would finally be put at use. To celebrate, he’d said? Great then.
Wait. Celebrate with him? Well…that was rather unusual.
At that, Jonathan gave a look around, blinking, realizing everyone else had left. It appeared the bar had emptied itself even quicker than usual…how disappointing. Hiding his concerns and such as best he could, trying to remain neutral in appearance, Rickman passed a hand in his hair, brushing it backwards while he sighed, managing a smile afterwards. It wasn’t exactly bright, but it was a smile nonetheless. “Very well then…” and he left the bottle of champagne on the counter, saying: “The honor is yours.” as for opening it, and he then pulled out two champagne glasses from behind the counter and laid them down next to the bottle, after which he came out from behind the bar to come and take a seat next to the man there, on a stool. He looked at the other male, asking: “And what are we celebrating, if I may ask?” as he did wonder.
Jonathan wasn’t too sure though, as of what to think about this man. He sure was…handsome, to say the least, but he gave off that sinister kind of look…and perhaps a hint of sensuality could be seen through it, so John really had no idea how to take it. He had to admit, it was slightly disturbing; not knowing what to think about this guy. And well…the more he looked, the more he couldn’t help but think he was good looking and seemed well dressed. Got to think about it; he didn’t seem to belong in this not-so-luxurious hotel at all! At that he frowned ever so slightly. Just who was this guy…? and interrogation could be read into the dark haired male’s deep eyes as he kept looking at the man next to him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 4:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:29 am
It was getting awkward, how both men were just looking at one another. If the male next to him hadn’t looked away just then, it would’ve been Rickman who would’ve done so. Yet, as the man visibly looked in the other direction for a few seconds, John could only wonder why the atmosphere was getting so heavy…
Watching as his customer opened the champagne bottle without a single spill; the long haired male lifted a brow in mild surprise. The guy sure had manners…
Taking the glass he was handed, the bartender/hotel owner waited for the man to explain what they were celebrating before taking a sip himself. That’s when the cell phone rang… Giving a nod as the handsome male got up to answer it, Jonathan eventually shrugged and, considering the guy had already taken a sip from the champagne; he guessed he might as well do so too while waiting. It couldn’t hurt to have a nice drink, considering all the issues that were accumulating financially lately…and how this time he really was having trouble figuring out how he’d avoid parting with his troublesome-but-still-beloved hotel.
Noticing the man had hung up, Rickman was already halfway through his champagne glass, taking another sip still as he heard the male’s apology for the interruption. Yet, that most surely wasn’t what Jonathan paid attention to, in the man’s words. Actually, the exclaimed ‘news’ had the long haired male chock himself on the good quality liquid when he’d painfully tried to swallow what was still in his mouth. He hadn’t wanted to spit it out…
Harshly setting down the champagne glass on the counter, still holding it though, John brought his left arm up and coughed hard into his sleeve at elbow level for a moment, eyes closed tight. As the coughing diminished, Rickman opened his eyes and glared up at the male before him when having heard their cups colliding in a ‘cheers’ manner. The younger man then stood and went around his counter again, finding a water bottle behind it from which he engulfed some mouthfuls to ease his itching throat. Setting it down beside his abandoned champagne glass, Rickman darted his dark blue hues into the man’s eyes with a stern expression and he paused a moment to avoid yelling at him to get the hell out… Remaining as calm he could, John said, articulating each word very clearly: “Are you out of your mind..??” and he kept glaring. “If this is a joke, it’s of really bad taste. If you’re serious…” and Oh how he was about to turn him down… His whole heart was telling him to spit right at the man’s face -- even though that was anything but in his usual manners -- but his brain was nagging with…well, the reality. He was definitely in big trouble. If he didn’t miraculously hand in 10grand by the end of the week, the bank might as well seize his whole hotel and stuff, and then everything would be over. Definitely over; no more place left for hope… So…was this guy the ‘hope’ he had been dearly cherishing…? waiting for an alternative to all his issues…?
Detaching his dark hues from the handsome one’s eyes, Jonathan gave a circular look around the bar area. Empty… Just as empty as his mind, solution wise…
Taking a seat on the stool he had for himself on this side of the counter, Rickman’s shoulders were hanging low as he closed his eyes an instant to make sure of what he was going to say next. Reopening them and looking at the man before him, Frederick could tell all about the inner struggle going on in the younger one’s heart, and especially how sadly resigned he actually was now. It could almost evoke pity for the male, but John obviously didn’t want any, even considering the circumstances…as the fire in his eyes still wasn’t dead yet. “…I need ten grand by the end of the week; otherwise this place is no more.” He needed to hear, see, make sure this guy was dead serious about this. If he could show him ten grand, then their partnership would begin…
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 3:44 am
Wilson wisely drank his glass of champagne. He knew full well that humans react in excessive ways. He was pleasantly surprised that it was not completely the case of Jonathan. He took care of nothing but drinking until He comes to talk to him directly. 10grand hm... Frederick smiled mischievously. In a tone which concluded an agreement, he said: "I will not just pay your debt, I will also buy half of this institution. It suits you, partner?" He stretched his arm that did not take his glass of champagne to Rickman. Once the hand was shaking, he pulled out a contract he signed himself and made John sign. Once everything was arrange, he took out a check from his pocket. A check with an exorbitant amount. The amount of his debt plus half the current value of the hotel. "Hopefully now we can talk business. This hotel needs to be decorate like a castle and we need to engage more employee. There has been much work to do." He got up with a straight face. "Are you ready?" Without waiting for an answer he raised his hand and give a signal to someone who was in the door frame. Several men entered accompanied by brush, paint and building materials. A young lady came too, she came to talk with them about their future furniture, she had a satchel full of different furniture. Frederick went behind John and whispered to his ear sensually. "Selects what you want, what you like... it's on me. Nothing is too expensive." He took off of John to let him alone with the girl. Wilson went to give orders to the men of renovation. To return some time later behind the man. He bent his head over his shoulder. "You have made a decision?" His alcoholic breath of champagne slightly moistened the neck of John. He smelled so good, how could he stay there, wisely, with the smell of blood. The blood which was a lethal drug for him. He wanted it, but he first wanted to take revenge. He wanted to make him deeply in love with him and then make him suffer physically and mentally. He began gently of course. A lock of his hair fell to stroking the white skin of John when he leaned more on John. To be sure he felt his good and very solid body behind him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 11:53 am
The man’s calm was nagging deeply at Jonathan’s nerves…yet, nothing was worse than that smile he then bore. Clenching his jaws as he heard the guy’s words, John glared at him a moment still, hating the sound of giving up half of his hotel to this man. Though he had no other choice; either he was giving up half to this stranger, either he was giving it all up to the bank…
Staring down at the hand offered to him, Rickman had the despicable feeling he was making a deal with the Devil himself…
Halfheartedly taking the handshake, once that was done, Jonathan then looked down at the counter, watching as the male before him pulled out a contract which he signed. When the paper was handed over to him, John eyed it and his dark blue hues inevitably landed on the other man’s signature. Frederick Wilson…; he could read. At least now he knew his name…
Adding his own signature underneath Wilson’s, Rickman was holding his breath, up until he was handed a check. The amount indicated on it almost had him faint… How can this be?! and he had to hold onto the counter not to fall. He was still staring wide-eyed at the check amount when Frederick started talking to him; words to which he didn’t exactly pay much attention for the time being. He was still too stunned… The ‘Are you ready?’ though had him lift his eyes off the check and look at the man. Seeing him raise his hand and then witness how several men entered the place with all sorts of stuff meant to enhance the looks of the hotel, John was startled and rose from his stool, coming over to Frederick, about to oppose. That’s when a lady came up to them to talk about the furniture… Turning his attention to her not to be rude, Rickman forced himself not to frown when she mentioned having a sample to look through. He was about to apologize and ask her to leave, that he felt Wilson in his back with his breath to his ear as the male whispered with obvious sensuality to him to choose whatever he liked, that nothing was too expensive, while it was on him. Getting some sort of a goosebumps feeling out of this, Rickman stiffened. Anyway…if he had ever doubted that this man had such a fortune to be handing him such a check, his doubts were long gone. The guy obviously had that kind of money indeed… Shaking the goosebumps feeling away, Jonathan reverted into giving a look at this lady’s samples. For God’sake, these are more than expensive!! He couldn’t believe the amount of zeros he could see on each set…
Sooner or later his head was spinning, and Frederick’s reappearing behind him startled the poor man. His heart went racing due to the surprise and the…proximity of the other. His breath tainted with a scent of champagne made him shiver as he felt it brush against his bare neck…
Feeling the handsome one’s strong body in his back, Rickman almost blushed but had rather move aside now. Looking from Frederick to the lady, the dark blue eyed male seemed…pale. “A-Actually I can’t manage to even think anymore…” this is all too sudden… “It’s late… I need some rest, before I can make such decisions… Could you call tomorrow to reschedule, miss?” and without waiting for the answer, John turned on his heels and headed towards his bedroom, leaving all this…commotion behind, while still holding the check in his left hand. He wouldn’t have peace of mind until the bank took this money, and it was too late at night to bring it over just yet. It would have to wait in the morning…
This guy…he’s taking over my dream…
And that was indeed what he was thinking. Mr. Wilson had came out of nowhere, bought half of his dear hotel, and here he was enhancing it like there was nothing easier than doing such a thing, as if it didn’t demand a single effort. He most surely wasn’t going step by step like Rickman had always done… John had given it his all every day of the past years to have this business of his work out, grow… He’d worked so hard…spent so much on effort, money, energy… True, it hadn’t had had the expected result, not yet anyway, but he wasn’t one to give up; especially not on his life dream.
He started feeling sick… In a mere gesture of the hand, Frederick Wilson could build himself a brand new hotel out of nothing. And he, Jonathan Rickman had failed at creating on his own his dream hotel…even though he’d tried so hard.
Life was being so unfair…
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 4:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 7:49 am
Jonathan was feeling quite gloomy by the time he’d made it to his room. Stepping inside his small bedroom, he let down the check onto a desk and was about to turn around to close the door behind him, that Mr. Wilson appeared out of nowhere, entering the room without even having asked permission. John was about to protest, that he was sent lying onto the bed! Landing on it with a huff, Rickman was wide-eyed as he locked his dark blue hues onto the taller male. The guy just casually sat down on the couch, as if he hadn’t just done what Rickman felt victim of; being intruded on and pushed around. The longest haired man wanted to blurt out the most insults he could think of before sending the intrusive male away, but nothing managed to pass his lips. He was too shocked by such a behavior… Thus, it was Frederick that started on.
John scoffed in disbelief while hearing the man’s words… This guy surely had nerves to dare claim that he understood any of Jonathan’s feelings right now. The human male wanted to be angry, pissed off and vigorous into having the despicable male leave, but he didn’t seem to manage finding the strength to react in such a way… He was so tired, after all, and there was just suddenly something so…tender in Frederick’s look while he went on, that he couldn’t find it in his heart to just shut him off until morning. Plus, he was saying that everything would be formalized tomorrow… Perhaps he could behave ‘til then.
Watching as Frederick rose from his seat and looked at himself in the mirror, then back to him, John hadn’t taken his eyes off the male, not even a second yet. He hadn’t answered the question he’d been asked, but it seemed it hadn’t really requested a reply, considering how Wilson then said he was going to spend the night here. As in ‘here’, John had figured he’d meant in the hotel period…but with how the man’s sentence turned out, it felt like he actually had meant the ‘here’ as in this room. What…? “W-Wait… I mean…don’t you have somewhere else where you can sleep? Like at home or something..?” he was speaking calmly and not insinuating that Frederick couldn’t stay; he was just confused as of why he wouldn’t be going back to his own place for the night… He might just have a castle and/or a private jet, for that matter! So why stay here… He surely hadn’t convinced the younger male with the excuse he’d stated…but, frankly; oh well.
Sighing, brushing off this impression of having been given a much pitiful excuse for staying overnight, Rickman just relaxed himself. His body couldn’t stand being stressed out anymore…and the scent of the other male roaming around -- he could swear it was appeasing him as it surrounded him -- was just enough to have him forget about the awkwardness of the scene. Turning to the male as he sat on the other side of the bed, Frederick could note sleepiness into those dark blue eyes he looked into while stroking the man’s cheek. Rickman’s common sense felt numb, which explained his not finding it strange for Wilson to stroke his cheek like he’d just done. Just a small flush had colored John’s cheeks at that…
As Frederick told Rickman to tell about himself, the male was slightly lost into the other’s sensual look, enough that it took him a moment to snap out of it and considered coming up with an actual answer to what he’d just been asked. Soon after, John laid down on the bed, on his back, mostly watching the ceiling now as he said: “What is there to say… I come from a good family, but once I shared my dream business with them instead of what they expected from me, they turned their backs on me and I had to figure things out by myself……which wasn’t easy because they cut me off literally and I had to start my whole life over from mere scratch… Yet, I never even considered going back and beg them to take me in, in exchange of getting ‘back on track’ and go by their rules and expectations… Call it ego, ingratitude or mere foolishness, but I wasn’t giving up on my dream business for their sake…” He paused a bit, trying to rehydrate his mouth after all this talking…but he soon went on. “It was my uncle in Europe who once heard about my struggle… I know he didn’t approve my going crosscurrent against family, but I guess he either felt pity or simply respected my following my own dream regardless of others, that he gave me a good amount of money to get started with. An investment, he called it…but it looked more like a gift or donation to me… Either way, with that money I could finally get started here…
I’m pretty sure you think that this place isn’t much, but when I first came here it really was nothing… A man like you can’t understand my love for this place…nor can you understand my feeling of failure for selling you half of it…and having to let you pay part of my own debts to not drown under them at this point… I pity my uncle for this ‘investment’…must’ve been the worst of his life…” he scoffed lightly with those last words. Honestly, Rickman would’ve at least shed a tear after all this reminiscing, if it hadn’t been for all-mighty-looking Frederick Wilson next to him. John then sat up in bed and reached for the water glass on the night table, taking a sip out of it to help his tightened throat. He didn’t dare look back at Wilson…he just let down his glass, closed the light and lay back down on the bed, though this time having turned his back to Frederick, thus lying on his side. “Sorry…I guess I over-fulfilled your curiosity… I would like to sleep now, as I can’t wait for this bloody day to be finally over…” and he went silent, seeming like he really was just settled down to sleep, even though he was fully dressed still and laying over the blankets.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 9:23 am
Just before John turns off the light Fred had said he indeed had another place where he could go, but this place was too far. Well sure he had a private jet as Jonathan had guessed but if Frederick had to be back to the dawn he would spend the night in the sky, which would be completely useless.
While Rickman confided like an open book, Fred listened carefully. Soon he realized that John had no idea of his progeny, which made it all more interesting. Fred understood many more things that John could imagine. He had lived for a long time already and always surrounded by human people. He understood their suffering and difficulty, but he felt nothing. The only way he had found to feel what humans felt it was to drink their blood, but when Fred began to feel something he turned into a monster. A monster who did not wanted to feel something and when he managed to calm down, the human was already dead.
Even if Jonathan could not look at him after he told all that Fred, him, could not leave his eyes. He was completely under the spell of his eyes, the eyes of Lestat. It was fascinating to see 'Lestat' in such a state of mind. Even after the light off Fred looked at John, as he wanted him... he wanted his Lestat. Frederick took the first sheet over on his side to cover gently John. He waited quietly and patiently for John to fall asleep. Once asleep Fred approached him, tights full length against the back of John. He put a hand on his forehead, and he began to gently play with his dreams.
John worked in the bar that night, the room was quite full and the decor was completely different. But it was his hotel, but better. Fred then appeared in the bar behind John and he whispered: "You see that changes are a good thing." Then Fred went to the entrance to assign seats to customers. Fred threw often beautiful languorous look at John. Sometime during the evening Jonathan lacked several bottles of alcohol and could not find them all in the back store. He asked Fred to help him. Both men sought bottles and Fred looked at John. In a move of boost the two men embraced with passion. Fred had dumped John gently against the wall nearest to them. The hands of the long hair man goes down to his own pants off. Fred could not resist to take it whole in his mouth. Ensued from John who did the same thing and then the hottest scene of all, John in the doggy style position with Fred who did not spare him with good hip flick.
That night, John was dreaming of all sorts of things that concerned all Frederick, near or far. Wilson made sure that John remembers in detail his dreams when he will awake. When morning came, Fred slid his hand where the underbelly of the human, he was exciting and very hard. Fred could not help but smiling meanly then turned back to John and he closed his eyes, knowing he would soon rise.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 7:37 am
Jonathan, resting on his side now that the room had gone pitch black, was still a bit shaken by his emotions from the previous hours or so; from ever since Frederick Wilson had barged into his life…but sleepiness was taking over, and when the male whom was sharing his bed kindly draped him with the cover blanket to keep him warm; Morpheus soon welcomed Rickman into his arms.
The business man’s sleep wasn’t dreamless like most of his nights usually were… Out of all expectation, his new associate was part of it. They both were in the Majestic, which truly looked grandiose with its new indoor design. Most likely all thanks to Frederick, that this place had been granted a ‘second life’…
The one thing that kept catching the long-haired man’s eye while he was in this ideal setting was Wilson. Or more precisely, the looks the man was giving him now and then…and his proximity at some occasions, too. John had to admit; the man was truly attractive. Things got even hotter when the two men ended up in the back store, seeking bottles of alcohol that were missing at the front bar. Only a look had had them give in to a sex drive… Blowjobs and doggy style dripping in hot sex and sweat unfolded between the two men with passion. Never before had Rickman dreamt so explicitly about well…anything really, at this point. Everything had seemed so real… The touches, the smells, the feelings…only the physical pain had been lacking. He’d felt no pain at all…only pleasure…and it had been truly awesome.
Rickman’s sleep had been filled with dreams related by close or by far to Wilson… It hadn’t been the most restful, but surely the most entertaining ever. John had fidgeted, squirmed and even made a few sounds in his sleep during that night… When morning came, the business man awoke in a daze at first. He blinked his eyes open, sleepiness still written all across his face. He remained still a moment, up until his hand half-consciously traveled down to his pants. The bump he felt there awoke him just like a slap across the face would. He groped himself a bit, in disbelief of awakening in such a state. Then, this night’s dreams hit him just the same. He had to hold back a gasp, when realizing/remembering that Frederick was just on the other side of the bed, too… Oh my God, he can’t see me in this state..!! He thought to himself, alarmed, as he swiftly got out of bed and walked across the room to go to his small, private bathroom. He made as less sound as possible when he closed the door to it behind him, and once that was done, he undid his pants and plunged his hand in his briefs. He breathed more heavily at the feel of his arousal, with shame and pleasure written all over his face as he starting pumping himself, needy of release. Only after a few minutes of masturbation, he c.umed in the sink, moaning underneath his breath. It felt good… He lifted his eyes to look at himself in the mirror and flushed at the sight of his own pleasured, relieved/satisfied expression. He’d dreamt about Frederick and it really had gotten to him, even though he’d never even considered being a.ss fu.cked before… He’d always been the dominant one, ‘til now. My…I hope he isn’t awake… and he reverted into cleaning himself up; hands, groin and the sink, too. Once he was decently dressed again, he freshened up his face and held more of a…normal expression by the time he came out of the bathroom. First thing his eyes landed on was Frederick, sitting on the edge of the bed. “…Morning.”; he was able to say to him, sounding quite normal. He was just…a bit surprised…but embarrassment didn’t roam across his face. Then, Rickman walked over to get a hold of his water glass to go change/clean it in the same bathroom he’d just came out of. Once back in there, he asked, easily heard: “Did you manage to sleep…?” as it could’ve been that randomly sleeping in another’s bed -- a stranger at that -- that it could affect one’s sleep. He just wanted to small talk and get himself at ease… If he were to act strange, perhaps Wilson would be getting funny ideas.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 3:12 pm
As soon as John had closed the door behind him, by going to the bathroom, Fred opened his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed. He listened attentively, with his vampire hearing, all the sounds and movements that could come behind the thin door. A very wide grin appeared on his lips when he heard explicit noises of relief, came from Rickman. He thought about the dreams he himself had created in the minds of the human. His eyes again became neutral when the door opened. He looked at the man's face, he tried to hide his pleasure... it showed. "Good morning..." He did not look away, he watched all his actions. When John asked him a question he got up, appearing in the mirror, leaning in the door frame. "I slept very well and you?" A slight smile appeared. He stared intently at the eyes of the human. He stared at a point where he felt like he gives John a few flashbacks. Fred had advanced to the point that his chest was brushing the back of Jonathan. Frederick’s phone then rang. Frederick waited on the second ring before going back and respond. "Wilson. Yes, yes we are ready. Perfect we set off. Thank you." He took his long coat he had put on a chair last night and went to John. "The bank awaits us. My driver is down, you are ready?" Without really waiting for an answer he walked to the door, which he opened for maintenance to Jonathan comes first.
Once the bank. It was empty, obviously the CEO of the bank had came for them. "Hello Mr. Dono Roses. Thank you for receiving us so quickly." The banker guided them in a huge room where a buffet lunch was served. "How kind of you for giving us prepare a breakfast worthy of a king!" The two men laughed of good hearts. John and Fred were invited to sit down and start eating. 'The stomach first, then business’ had said the banker. During lunch, Fred took the speech to explain his intensions as much as Mr. Dono Roses then Jonathan. He explained in detail his great project to make a castle with the Majestic that would be a world famous! Fred hoped by all this details John would trust him a little more so they could discuss each point together to achieve a common goal. Then come the time for the papers. Mr. Dono Roses output the total debts of John and then had an output increase with the deposition of Fred. The balance was now zero, and even that there was a nice amount left in the account of Rickman. It remained to sign the contract agreement for half half of the hotel. Fred signed without delay and he slipped the papers to John.
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