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Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Mature T
hemes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:18 am
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Please be warned, that this thread gets a little more.. heated
than others. Includes some language and sexual themes. This is
your fair warning. XD
Yukito Maki
You have no right to be jealous, don't be such an idiot, Yukito.
But feelings weren't something you couldn't just shut off. He
knew better than anyone. The closest you could get was to bury
your feelings and pretend they didn't exist. To distort the way
he saw himself and the people around him, like catching movement
in the corner of your eye and faking yourself into believing you
never saw it, because to acknowledge it would cause you to
freeze up in fear and vulnerability. And then you would have to
accept the possibility of the danger and your helplessness
against it.
Yet Yukito couldn't help it. Distancing himself from Erin was
one of the hardest things he'd ever made himself do. With
others, it was okay. Reese would always be there, and there was
a part of Yukito that understood that that would never change.
Hal would always be a part of his life, for good or for ill.
With those presences, Yukito was able to cope with his own
moodiness, was able to be gradually more honest with them. But
with Erin, there were no guarantees, and it terrified him to
think that he had become so quickly dependent on her, on her
smiles and encouragement. That he had not only kissed her, but
wanted to it more and more each time he saw her and spoke to
her. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and scoured his mind
desperately for topics of conversation to keep their connection
going, and then left himself only frustrated and lonely. In
despair, he had decided to bury himself in as much activity as
possible, to make it more difficult for him to have free time
for her requests for movies or hang outs. He volunteered for
after-school activities whenever possible, planned trips that
took up most of his evenings, bought concert tickets for bands
he didn't care much for, and more. Nothing too odd or out of
character, he hoped. But it was getting more difficult, and he
was increasingly exhausted.
Then Corzen came in and started talking to Erin online, and with
each message he saw, he felt his heart sink. You have no right
to be jealous. You've been pushing her away, making her feel
heart-broken, useless, and made her cry so many times already.
He might make her smile. But it still hurt, and to pile it on
top of his exhaustion and frustration, Yukito was beyond words.
Just go out. Do something. Hal had a meeting tonight at the
school, so he would have well into the witching hour before
having to worry. And he doubted Hal would call the house, as per
his attempts to give Yukito a little more freedoms. It didn't
take long for Yukito to shut down his computer, grab some cash
and rush out the door into the night.
He had only been to this club once or twice before, but it was
practically the only place in town to get alcohol or heavy music
constantly, so Yukito found it a relief. His mind reeled at the
stench of sweat and heavy perfume, his heart raced at each bump
of skin against his shoulders, and he shuddered visibly, trying
to dive deeper into the sea of pandemonium. Bury yourself
deeper. He felt like his chest was in a constant state of
constriction, and nothing was going to fix it. On the surface,
he looked relatively calm. If anything, a little bored or
irritated. He moved up at the bar, indicating for something on
the grimy menu that he didn't recognize. He guessed it was
enough, though, given it was surrounded by harder liquor than he
typically dug into. He turned and watched the crowd as he tried
to drink as quickly as possible. Yukito felt flushed and heated
quickly enough, and then slowly the scantily-clad patrons
started to blur into each other in a way that was beyond just
inappropriate dancing, but into a way that told him he wasn't
seeing straight.
Guests were allowed to come onto the stage on the top of each
hour and perform a song, with typical club music playing in
between. Yukito waited for his turn, watching the clock as it
neared the end of a set. When his turn came, he pulled out the
second-hand guitar he had bought almost a year ago. It was
beaten and bruised, but it still sang golden to Yukito's ears.
He tuned swiftly with a few expert moves, seated up on a stool
in front of a single, grimy microphone. Yukito tilted the
microphone stand so that it was positioned in front of his
mouth, looking out across a club that was now invisible to him
through the moving array of colorful lights above them. His
voice deeper than it usually was, but somehow with more
unrestrained volume, Yukito sent a little wave to the crowd.
"Good evening, everyone," he slurred, "I've been waiting all day
to play this song for you. But mostly I waited to play it for
me." He paused, a vague little smile crossing his face, like he
was keeping a lovely secret from them all. "I hope you enjoy it,
even though I am kind of smashed already from whatever the ****
the bartender gave me." A chuckle ran through the crowd, from
the scattered group that was paying him any attention. "It's
called Angel's Son by Sevendust. Kind of an old song, but... I
think it's beautiful." Yukito didn't wait for applause or
cheers, looking down at his guitar and beginning to strum.
His head began to bob up and down in time to the music. Yukito
knew he was really good at screwing up, and there was a lot
about himself that he didn't understand. He could feel the
complexity growing as his fingertips moved quicker through the
intro, the beat almost perfect, with just a little bit of life
breathing through each measure as he lifted his face to the
microphone and began to sing. Despite the slur that had been in
his voice, with each strum of the guitar Yukito had moved away
from the numbness from the alcohol and closer to the music, and
each word was clear and sure, despite the accent that still
leaked through to give his voice an edge. This, he understood.
If anyone asked him where he learned to play or when, he
couldn't answer them. He had some idea, but not enough to give a
logical, clear answer. But he understood it. He was good at it,
and no one had been able to take it away from him yet. No fear
had stood between him and the music. It took away the fear of
everyone else, of everything.
You were fighting every day
So hard to hide the pain
I know you never said goodbye
I had so much left to say
He wondered about his old life, of his parents that he couldn't
remember. Of the man who haunted his dreams. Of Erin, who was
willing to take him, broken both in body and in heart and in
mind. The sweat droplets that had formed on his forehead slowly
crept their way to his cheeks, mingling with the tears there
that had quietly formed while he sang. He closed his eyes, the
higher reaches of the song coming at a cry that caused his
entire body to tense with the need to release the power of the
faceless monster that held his heart in its hand and kept it in
an iron grip. An edgy sound followed his voice at each note,
fitting with the rusted pieces of his emotions and the style of
the piece. As the pain began to lift, a little feeling of relief
washed over him, and he looked up at the ceiling, finishing the
song with a smile on his face. He heard applause, and his face
lit up in a warm, demure smile, his eyes slowly lowering to
where the crowd should be.
"Thank you very much," he said, half-bowing to the crowd. The
world spun as he went down the steps, his guitar in one hand.
Luckily, someone was there with a hand as he reached the floor.
Within moments, the thin, pale arm attached to the hand had
wrapped its way around his shoulders, and he was slammed in the
face by cheap perfume.
A woman who looked like she was in her mid 30s and trying to act
like she was still in her early 20s was grinning broadly, her
face inches from his, the alcohol on their breaths cohabiting in
the minuscule space between. Her face was excessively painted,
and looser on her face than the dress on her deep green dress
was. Her wild, red hair was tickling against his skin, and he
shivered as she hummed happily in his ear, her nose brushing
against his cheek. She whispered to him, just loud enough to be
heard over the noise of the bar, her voice excessively husky as
a result of effort and smoking. "That was beautiful, my dear. It
simply made me shiver to watch."
Yukito, who had stiffened up as the woman came nearer and nearer
to him, attempted to shake her off and continue into the safety
of the crowd. "You can't watch singing," he mumbled stupidly,
his mind not completely back on earth.
"Watch, listen, whatever," she said, rolling her eyes with a
smile, her hand clamping down on his arm, her body closing the
distance between them until she was pressed against him, her
long, painted nails snaking their way along his back until she
had encased him in her grasp. She sent him a pout of
disapproval, "You sounded so lonely up there...why don't you let
me keep you company, hm? A beautiful boy like you shouldn't be
so alone, and I-"
She was cut off from someone shoving her from behind, and Yukito
instinctively fell away, attempting to hide in the group of
nameless people, but only succeeding in stumbling a few feet
away. He felt a strong arm take a hold of him, leading him
gently but firmly away from the stage. At this point, the room
spun too much for him to care, and he just followed stupidly,
hoping he wasn't walking toward a disaster. "Doushiiteeeee...?"
he half-mumbled, half-whined, looking irritably up at the person
who was leading him. He looked familiar, but the lights were too
dim to be sure, and Yukito blinked stupidly. "What you want?"
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Re: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Matu
re Themes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:20 am
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Chevy Dawsom
"Rum and coke," he muttered to the bartender as he slid his
empty glass away. He couldn't remember how many he'd had, at
least five... or was it six? Either way, his head felt as if it
were filled with cotton and he could remember how he had ended
up here in the first place, which, he guessed, was the point.
The music stopped, signaling the top of the hour, and suddenly a
very familiar voice flowed from the speakers.
"Good evening, everyone," Chevy turned to face the stage, his
jaw dropping a bit as his eyes raked over Yukito's body. The boy
kept speaking, but Chevy didn't hear it as he accepted his drink
from the bartender and made his way toward the stage, lurking a
few feet away behind a redheaded fashion disaster. And then
Yukito was singing and smiling and crying and Chevy couldn't
breathe. He sipped his drink slowly, fueling the cloudy feeling
in his head, as he watch Yukito, the real Yukito. He was too
hammered to pay attention to the lyrics, instead he found
himself captivating by simply the sound of Yukito's voice.
Drinking in the sight of the teenager on stage, he felt his head
begin to spin a little, for reasons that had nothing to do with
the alcohol. His heart stuttered a bit in his chest and he knew
right then he should walk away, he was too drunk and too
emotionally invested in this boy for the evening to end well if
he stayed. Yet, there he stood, half-full glass in his hand and
his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The music faded as
Yukito thanked the crowd with a half-bow before leaving the
stage.
Chevy hadn't had time to blink before the fashion disaster was
on Yukito, whispering in his ear and grasping his arm. Something
flared up in Chevy's stomach, not jealousy, he assured himself
as he moved over to the pair, pushing the woman away roughly and
grabbing Yukito's arm, leading him away toward a more secluded.
"Doushiiteeee...?" Yukito half-whined. Chevy bit down on his lip
and shook his head, his stomach swooping.
"I have no idea what the hell you just said," he muttered,
tugging him a bit closer to avoid running into anyone. He
blushed under Yukito's gaze, even though he was positive that
the boy was too smashed to see clearly.
"What you want?" Yukito asked, blinking. Chevy ignored the
question, leading Yukito a bit further until they were in front
of a table located in a dimly lit corner, away from prying eyes
and **** redheads.
"Sit," he urged, gently letting go of Yukito's arm, "before you
fall over."
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Re: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Matu
re Themes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:22 am
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Yukito Ramsey
"Doushiiteeee...?" Yukito half-whined, not realizing he'd
switched languages until the words had left his mouth. Stupidly,
he frowned, feeling that he'd done something a bit off, but
unable to pinpoint exactly what it was he had done or said until
the man holding his arm spoke.
"I have no idea what the hell you just said," came Chevy's voice
through the haze, and Yukito's eyebrows perked up in interest as
he tried to see Chevy's face more clearly, but he was pulled
closer, and it hurt to crane his neck like that.
"Baxter...?" he mumbled, his face crumpling up as he considered.
Why was Chevy here? Yukito frowned deeper, then decided he
didn't care. Chevy could do whatever the hell Chevy wanted, and
he couldn't possibly care less, much less question it. He had
just wanted to sing, get drunk, and sleep deeper than he had in
weeks. That wasn't much to ask, was it? So irritating. But
whatever.
"What you want?" Yukito asked, blinking heavily as he forced
himself to speak the English. He didn't know why, but it was
much more automatic to speak in Japanese when he had drank
anything. So annoying. But whatever. Chevy didn't answer him,
just yanking him farther from the crowd. Yukito bumped into
several people, and he shuddered visibly with each contact. He
hadn't had enough to really be rushing through so many bodies
quite yet. The club music started playing again, so it became
harder to navigate the floor with everyone moving around. But
Chevy walked through as though it was second nature, not even
hesitating until they were in a dark corner with a grimy, sticky
table.
"Sit," he ordered, finally releasing Yukito. "before you fall
over."
"Fine, fine, fine..." he repeated like a mantra, protectively
hugging his guitar as he stumbled into a seat. Someone had
abandoned a glass on the table half-drunk, and Yukito lifted it
up with an interested expression. He had no clue what it was,
but he didn't care. It had alcohol in it, and he was started to
sweat from all the physical contact. He downed it in one swallow
before anyone could stop him, and set it down with a proud
little grin, like a child who had stolen candy for the first
time and felt himself very clever for managing it.
He turned and very delicately, very precisely placed his guitar
in a safe spot away from the table, then brushed his sweaty
bangs out of his eyes and let out a sigh. Even though his voice
was deeper, he sounded almost childish with impudence and
impatience, drawing out his words in strange places and rushing
through others. "I'm real-ly thirsty from singing. It's been too
long.." He was still grinning from ear to ear for no reason as
he looked across the place, wrinkling his nose as he listened to
the music. "This is a horrible song," he said, although he
couldn't even hear it clearly. "They're messing up a simple
chord progression, and the intentionally raised E is really
grating on my ears. Stupid lead guitarists think they know
everything. And you would think that they could come up with
decent lyrics, instead of 'take my body, take my body,
ooooh'..." He sang the last few lines, mingling a few melody
lines from some of the more popular songs of the week that he
had heard, his voice going up easily with his loosened tongue
and throat. He then laughed from deep within his chest,
half-amused and half-pleased that his voice could still be
versatile, even though he hadn't practiced regularly in so long.
"I used to be able to write lots of songs, I think," he said
matter of factly. "Hey, order me another drink. I can pay you."
Yukito dropped a fistful of crinkled up bills and coins on the
counter and pushed it toward Chevy, meeting his eyes and
solemnly adding, "I need it right now."
As if nothing had happened, his broad smirk returned, a little
crooked in the left corner, creating a long crease toward his
jaw. He hummed, drawing images in the puddles of melted ice on
the sticky table with his finger while tapping his foot against
the floor in time to the music. "When I was little. I don't
remember any of them though, which sucks. Shouldn't a kid
remember the first time he wrote a horrible love song for the
first time? But whatever...I can write good ones now. Really
good ones."
Once the new drink arrived, Yukito accepted it eagerly, humming
still to himself as he sipped at it. He set it back down on the
table, clutching it with one hand while suddenly jumping toward
Chevy and gripping his upper arm with his free hand. He had just
remembered the feeling of Chevy holding him up as they'd crossed
to the table, and he pouted his lips and furrowed his brow in
disgruntlement. "I think you're stronger than me..." he
protested, still gripping his arm and giving it a squeeze,
feeling the muscles even through the fabric of Chevy's black
sleeves. "Damn it..." he sat back into his seat, shaking his
head in disapproval.
He took another sip, and then said, "Have you ever read Crime
and Punishment? It's by Fyodor Dostoevsky." Despite his slurred
speech, he managed to pronounce the Russian name without a
hitch. "I have," he continued matter-of-factly, "No one I know
has read it, but I think it's a lovely piece of literature. But
no one cares. Oh, well. I don't care. I'm good at not caring
anymore." He grinned and held up his glass in a sort of salute,
taking another, larger drink. "It's wonderful. And safely...."
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Re: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Matu
re Themes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:24 am
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Chevy Dawsom
Chevy barely registered Yukito's mumbled "Baxtor?" as he led the
wasted teenager through the crowd toward a secluded corner away
from the crowd. The club music thumbed around the pair as the
pair stopped in front of a grimy, wobbly looking table and Chevy
instructed the other boy to sit.
"Fine, fine, fine..." Yukito's words were a little messy,
slurring together slightly until they fell on Chevy's ears like
little, breathy whines slipping from his lips over and over
again. A shudder ran through Chevy's body and he shook his head,
watching protectively as Yukito stumbled into his seat, lifting
a half-drank glass and inspecting his. Chevy felt his body go
cold, his brain screaming at him even through the haze that
clogged his judgement, as Yukito downed the drink and set the
glass back down with a broad, triumphant grin. Chevy's stomach
twisted uncomfortably, knotting and rolling, his mind reeling at
the thought of what could have been in that glass. Yukito was
moving, carefully setting down his guitar and speaking, but
Chevy's blood was pounding too loudly his ears to make out what
the other teenager was saying. And then Yukito was singing again
and Chevy had to grip the chair he was standing next to, to keep
himself up right, his heart stuttering and thudding. He studied
Yukito, his eyes raking over the other boy's lithe, muscular
frame up to his sweaty, disarrayed hair, and he felt his throat
go dry. Yukito laughed, a rich, rumbling sound from deep within
his chest that had Chevy's practically whimpering in response.
"Hey, order me another drink. I can pay you." Chevy was almost
positive that there was more to the statement, a beginning that
he hadn't heard over the blood rushing through his body and the
inappropriate thoughts running through his mind. And then Yukito
was dropping some crumpled bills on the table, his eyes meeting
Chevy's, "I need it right now."
Chevy blinked owlishly, leaving the money on the table and
pivoting on his heel. He didn't even bother to breathe again
until he was at the bar, and when he did it was shallow and
shaky. He swallowed hard, waving the bartender over and ordering
two of the strongest drinks he could think of. He should have
walked away when he had the chance, slipped out the door before
Yukito finished his song, but he didn't and now he his mind was
reeling and his pants felt far too tight. Images of what Yukito
would look like pushed up against a wall, mouth open and head
tilted back, racing through his head, his fingers just itching
to get at Yukito, to press into the muscles hidden under his
skin. The bartender slid the drinks toward him and he mumbled
something that was supposed to be "Add it to my tab" as he
picked up the drink and made his way over to the table where
Yukito was talking to himself.
"Here," he muttered, placing the glass in front of Yukito and
sliding into his own seat. Yukito hummed as he sipped the liquid
and Chevy watched him over the of his own glass. The other boy
placed his drink on the table before suddenly jumping toward
Chevy and wrapped his hand around the blue-eyed boy's bicep.
Chevy nearly choked on his drink, setting it down quickly and
staring over at the drunken boy across from him. His entire body
felt flushed and he suddenly want to strip off the jacket that
was separating Yukito's hand from his own skin.
"I think you're stronger than me..." Yukito remarked with
furrowed eyebrows and his bottom lip pouting out in a way that
had Chevy shifting in his seat and biting down on his lip until
his tasted blood.
"Damn it..." Chevy really did whimper this time, eyes falling
shut only to snap open again as Yukito pulled back, shaking his
head. And then Yukito was speaking about books and, even though
his words were slurred, Chevy felt as if the conversation had
somehow turned intimate. Maybe it was because Yukito never
really spoke to him or because he had seen Yukito on stage
earlier, but he felt as if he was seeing something that most
people didn't get a chance to. He lifted his glass to his lips
and downed his drink, hoping the burn in his throat would
distract him, at least for a while.
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Re: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Matu
re Themes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:27 am
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Yukito Ramsey
He wasn't sure what the drink was that Chevy brought back, but
it seemed to claw at his insides as it went down, so he figured
it was strong enough. Truth was, Chevy had always made him feel
ill-at-ease. From the first time he'd seen him or heard of him,
he knew that he and Chevy wouldn't get along. His first
impression had been that Chevy was the kind of guy who didn't
know personal boundaries or shame, and would say anything that
came to mind. Not that the honesty itself was a bad thing - that
was the sort of thing Yukito was jealous of, that easy honesty
and bluntness that came so easy to some people. But whenever
that honesty was directed at himself, Yukito had no idea what to
do with himself. Accept it graciously? Deny it? Ignore it
entirely? He tried a weird mix of all three, and it always
seemed to make things worse. Chevy's compliments came the
hardest, somehow. Perhaps because he felt that Chevy really
meant it, and there was no way for Yukito's mind to deny such a
direct opinion, as hard as he tried.
Not noticing in the least how displaced he was making Chevy,
Yukito he hummed while sipping at his dragon of a drink, then he
looked over at Chevy more directly. Chevy somehow
seemed....bigger than Yukito often imagined him when he heard
people talking about him. Yukito had always been the scrawniest
kid in the back, shorter and thinner than everyone, no matter
what he tried. But Chevy had a sort of natural robustness that
made him seem more intimidating, more firmly placed. Without a
thought, Yukito rushed forward through the tornado that used to
be his brain, taking a tight grip on Chevy's upper arm, feeling
it through the jacket. "I think you're stronger than me..." he
complained. "Damn it..."
Chevy made a strange sound then, and Yukito looked up into the
boy's face, his face confused, his head tilting to the side a
little bit in confusion. What was that noise? He sat back,
rambling on about things he hadn't thought about in ages. Chevy
didn't talk much, but Yukito was okay with that. It was his turn
anyways, wasn't it? He was always waiting for his turn to talk,
and when he had the chance, he couldn't stop.
"Have you ever read Crime and Punishment? It's by Fyodor
Dostoevsky. I have. No one I know has read it, but I think it's
a lovely piece of literature. But no one cares. Oh, well. I
don't care. I'm good at not caring anymore." He grinned and held
up his glass in a sort of salute, taking another, larger drink.
"It's wonderful. And safely...."
"Hey, hey! You know what?" he said, suddenly sitting up in
excitement, grinning so broadly his teeth showed, straight and
white. He pointed to himself, holding his hand directly in front
of his face with his index finger mere centimeters from his
nose, his face deliriously happy. "Guess what my favorite book
is? Guess! I'll bet you won't guess!" He laughed, sitting back
and slapping his leg, almost spilling his drink. After a moment
of laughter, he answered, "It's a biography about Nikola Tesla.
How lame is that, right? But I could read it all day. Nobody
cares, but I do. He was a fantastic guy. And.." he held up his
drink to emphasize, "Fun fact - he was really popular. Like, he
could have had any girl he wanted. But he decided never to
marry, and he stuck with it. Because he knew what I know. That
people like us just shouldn't get married. It just won't work.
We're too strange...See, people like Erin, and Natalie and
Clarence...they date like it's nothing. They kiss, they hug,
they get married, they have kids of their own. Not me. Not Hal,
either. It must run in the family somehow."
He laughed, but it was a bitter sort of laugh now, as he was
making fun of no one other than himself. "I can't even hold
someone's hand right. It's pathetic. So I look up to Tesla. Not
only was he book smart, but he knew when to call it quits. Me, I
just drag it out and make it worse for everyone. So I've decided
to become a Tesla." He paused, considering his words for a
moment, then let out a sudden burst of laughter. "Woah, that
sounds weird! Like I want to become a Tesla Coil!
Hahaha...they're so beautiful, though...I want to be beautiful
like that...Science is beautiful..and they're so efficient,
too...and useful. I want to be like science. I want to be a
Tesla Coil."
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Re: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Matu
re Themes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:29 am
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Chevy Dawsom
His entire body felt hot and he could feel the sweat pooling in
the dimples at his spine, his shirt plastered to his torso.
There was so much alcohol on his breath that it stung his throat
to breathe but he still wasn't drunk enough to shake the filthy
images of Yukito that were streaming steadily through his brain.
"Hey, hey! You know what?" Chevy jumped at Yukito's sudden
movement, his heart hammering in his chest at the broad grin on
the other teenagers face. "Guess what my favorite book is?
Guess! I'll bet you won't guess!" Yukito laughed, well,
drunkenly and slapped his leg, continuing on before Chevy even
had a chance to answer. "It's a biography about Nikola Tesla.
How lame is that, right? But I could read it all day. Nobody
cares, but I do. He was a fantastic guy. And.. fun fact - he was
really popular. Like, he could have had any girl he wanted. But
he decided never to marry, and he stuck with it. Because he knew
what I know. That people like us just shouldn't get married. It
just won't work. We're too strange...See, people like Erin, and
Natalie and Clarence...they date like it's nothing. They kiss,
they hug, they get married, they have kids of their own. Not me.
Not Hal, either. It must run in the family somehow." Chevy
frowned over at Yukito, the words tugging at his heart strings
and clawing at his stomach, or maybe that was just the alcohol.
Yukito laughed bitterly, "I can't even hold someone's hand
right. It's pathetic. So I look up to Tesla. Not only was he
book smart, but he knew when to call it quits. Me, I just drag
it out and make it worse for everyone. So I've decided to become
a Tesla." There was a pause and then another bought of laughter,
"Woah, that sounds weird! Like I want to become a Tesla Coil!
Hahaha...they're so beautiful, though...I want to be beautiful
like that...Science is beautiful..and they're so efficient,
too...and useful. I want to be like science. I want to be a
Tesla Coil."
"You aren't far off," Chevy caught himself saying, the words
slurring out on their own, but he shrugged and continued anyway,
"You're dangerous and beautiful." He paused and considered his
statement before amending it, "Dangerously beautiful." Maybe it
was the drink really settling in, or the idea that Yukito might
not remember the conversation in the morning, but Chevy didn't
feel ashamed of the statement after it left his mouth. He
wondered if he would even remember the conversation in the
morning, his stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought of
forgetting this encounter with the beautiful boy across from him
and he pulled out his phone, thumbing through the contacts until
he found what he was looking for.
[s]Yukito [/s]My Little Tesla Coil
That he would regret in the morning, but for now it settled just
fine in his alcohol, hormone induced haze. He lifted his glass,
pouting a bit that it was empty, and sighed. He needed more to
drink, before he did something stupid.
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Re: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Matu
re Themes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:33 am
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Yukito Ramsey
Yukito laughed, "I can't even hold someone's hand right. It's
pathetic. So I look up to Tesla. Not only was he book smart, but
he knew when to call it quits. Me, I just drag it out and make
it worse for everyone. So I've decided to become a Tesla."
Yukito stopped, trying to take in what he had just said, then
let out a burst of laughter that seemed to explode from his
chest painfully. "Woah, that sounds weird! Like I want to become
a Tesla Coil! Hahaha...they're so beautiful, though...I want to
be beautiful like that...Science is beautiful..and they're so
efficient, too...and useful. I want to be like science. I want
to be a Tesla Coil." He allowed his voice to drop away, a soft,
pleased smile on his lips.
"You aren't far off," came Chevy's voice. But the boy had said
so little during their drink together, that at first Yukito's
brain didn't register it. He blinked stupidly, slowly forcing
his head to turn toward the boy with a dizzy movement, letting
out a dull, "Huh?" Far off what?
"You're dangerous and beautiful. Dangerously beautiful."
The broad, stupid grin that had been on his face fell away
abruptly as Yukito's mind started to understand what Chevy said,
and a shiver ran through his body, making him shudder
involuntarily in a way he was sure Chevy noticed. He swallowed.
There it was. That bold, sincere compliment that he couldn't
accent or understand. How was he supposed to act, anyways? There
was no clear-cut answer. His father had never taught him how to
accept a compliment correctly. And it was an odd compliment,
too. Even though his own words had been strange and unnecessary.
He looked away, staring down at his glass before finishing it
off. It burned just as brightly down his esophagus as it had the
first time, but he felt like it was just something he witnessed,
not fully experienced. Chevy had already moved on, taking out
his cell phone and messing around with it somehow. Yukito took
the moment to recover, letting out a laugh and letting himself
fall away. The every day Yukito faded off into the darkness of
the dancing figures which he could not longer see through the
blur of alcohol and ignorance, he let the shadow of his fear
wandered off with his normal self, too, and he was left with a
hollow feeling. Only a space of a few seconds had passed, but
the memory of Chevy's words started to fade the deeper and more
boisterous his laugh became.
"Baka ya rou ne..!" he said through laughter that was so strong
it was bringing tears to his eyes. "Nani itten da yo?" He
continued to laugh as though he'd just made the funniest joke in
the world, his throat starting to ache from how dry and cracked
it felt, and he bent over, laying his head on the sticky table
and letting out a sigh as the laughter died away. "I don't want
to feel dangerous, stupid! I just don't want to feel anything
anymore!" He smirked, his lips going so crooked it was as if his
amusement might slip off the end and vanish forever in an
instant. Placing both palms on the table, the world already
spinning horribly, Yukito declared, "I'm going for a couple
shots." He got up, pulling the forgotten money on the table.
It took a moment for the bartender to get him a drink, but he
finished it in one go. Part of his mind wanted to return, then,
and questioned why he kept drinking. He hated to drink. It
didn't fix anything. He could still see Erin's expression of
fear, the disappointed gleam in Hal's eyes, the judgmental
stares of everyone. He started back toward their table when the
crowd began to swarm, preventing him from returning. His pace
slowed, and someone grabbed him by the shoulder. Without a
moment's warning, he was caught in the riptide, a pair of thin
arms wrapped around his neck and pressed up against him.
Everywhere around him, he saw either moving people or darkness,
and no sign of Chevy or their table.
After the initial shock of being pulled into a dance without
warning, the look of shock on Yukito's face faded away, and he
closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the woman in front
of him. He could feel her slipping rhythmically out of his
grasp, perfectly in time with the music and warmer than the
coldness that had been gripping his heart. Maybe if he could
just sink into this sea of heat, he could get it to seep through
his skin and poison him thoroughly into humanity, or something
beyond it. The music was pounding in his ears so he couldn't
hear anything else, and the flashing lights made it hard to see
anything but the mere glimpse of his surroundings, making him
feel surreal and evanescent, but somehow more present than he'd
been in a long time. Yukito started to follow the movements of
the wave around him, feeling that to go against the tide would
have been to surrender to death, and he wasn't quite there yet.
Up, down, closer, farther away. No one seemed to care if you
bumped into them. No one stopped to make sure you were alright.
No one seemed to care if you knew what you were doing, so he
smile as he moved closer to a new partner. Her hair was long and
brown, and flew into her face as she shook back and forth,
coming up towards him, inviting and her smile broad. Yukito's
hands dropped to her hips, and instantly they were together and
dancing in one smooth movement, and Yukito let out a deep laugh
of nervousness and delirium that rumbled deep in his chest. He'd
played music for years, but he'd never felt so compelled to move
music, and that was what he experienced as he spun around. His
hands lifted above his head as he bit down lightly on his lip,
closing his eyes once again to the music that surrounded and
buried him alive. His hands fell to his forehead, trying to
brush the damp hair out of his eyes, but not succeeding. All he
could do was try to keep moving, and keep breathing, and not get
pulled beneath by the undertow.
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Re: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Matu
re Themes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:36 am
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Chevy Dawsom
His stomach tightened and twisted uncomfortably as the smile
slide off Yukito's face and shuddered violently. A sudden wave
of uneasiness washed over the table and Chevy felt his buzz fade
a bit as he picked up his empty glass again and rolled it on the
sticky tabletop. And then Yukito was laughing and speaking in
Japanese and Chevy bit down on his lip, shaking his head and
pressing his glove covered hand down harder on the side of the
glass.
"I don't want to feel dangerous, stupid! I just don't want to
feel anything anymore!" Yukito exclaimed with a smirk that had
Chevy's stomach tightening again, "I'm going for a couple
shots." Chevy watched the other boy go, his eyes wandering down
Yukito's back and over the curve of his ass before snapping to
the ground. The music thumped and pulsed around him while he
waited for Yukito to return. His mind was reeling and the voice
in the back of head was screaming at him to leave, to go be with
Phoenix, Yukito wouldn't miss him, yet he didn't move. After a
long while he stood, eyes darting over to Yukito's guitar before
shaking his head and walking over to the bar. He flagged down
the bartender and ordered something strong before turning to
face the dance floor, watching the mass of bodies move
rhythmically. He reached blindly for his drink, lifting to his
lips and freezing as his eyes landed on Yukito in the crowd. His
companion held a young woman by the hips, swaying with her
expertly. Something twisted hotly in his stomach and he took a
large swallow of his drink as he was suddenly slapped with the
foggy realization that he was attracted to Yukito.
His entire body was hot and tense, his shoulders squared and his
jaw set. This was not what was supposed to happen tonight. He
wanted to forget about Liam and their not-relationship. All he
wanted was to press a mindless, nameless boy up against a wall
and have his way with him. He finished off his drink and slammed
the glass back down on the bar before sauntering toward the
dance floor, his eyes looking everywhere but at Yukito. He
hadn't been on the floor long before he felt a pair of hands on
his waist, gripping his hips from behind and someone breath hot
against his neck. He moved one hand back, wrapping it around his
partner's neck as they ground against each other in time with
the music. He twisted his head, trying to get a look at his
partner's face, but instead caught sight of Yukito barely a foot
away. His jaw tensed again and he turned in the faceless man's
arms, finally facing him and urging him closer to where Yukito
was dancing.
Notice me, dance with me, put your hands on me. He begged
silently, eyes glancing between his partner and Yukito as the
song faded away into another one.
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Re: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Matu
re Themes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:36 am
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Yukito Ramsey
He was many things at this moment, but shy was not one of those
things. All the apprehension he would normally have held against
the desire to move or act was washing away. Inwardly, the same
questions arose, but always beneath a thick fog, choking the
questions and murdering them, allowing them to sink below their
feet. He had never danced before in his life, and he wondered
vaguely if he was doing it wrong. But the girl that leaned back
against him as she made her way to the floor and back wasn't
complaining. Yukito had never made so much physical contact at
one time in his life. Every inch of his skin felt warm and
covered in sweat. The button-up shirt that he'd come in wearing
was peeled off from behind him, and he lost it quickly in the
crowd, left with a white tank top that his partner seemed
fascinated with. She locked her hands behind him, pulling
herself to him in a sort of hug, and trailed her fingers up his
back, trying to pull the shirt up with it and each time
revealing a little more skin. Several times she made this
effort, in between moving away with a coy smile. Her long hair
was sticking to the edges of her face, and a thin lock of it was
caught at the edge of her smile, and her movements were
experienced and smoother than silk. The beat of the music
changed, into a much heavier sound as the room really began to
spin. Soon, he could barely see his partner, with the line at
the edge of her smile, pulling him closer and closer.
Thrum, thrum, thrum.
Was it a collective heartbeat? A murder? A scream?
Was this collective solitude, of release, of eternal damnation
to a place where nothing ever mattered, and nothing made sense
anymore?
Yukito took rough hold of the girl's waist, closing the distance
she had started to create to make things interesting, and
crushed his mouth against hers. Meanwhile, their bodies still
moved in rhythm.
Thrum, thrum, thrum.
He deepened the kiss, tasting all the drinks she'd had that
night, as well. Yukito moved against her until she started to
move in toward him, as well, and then he pulled away and
abandoned her entirely, their hands slowly slipping from each
other as they were both pulled in different directions of the
tide, and he never saw her again. The last moment he saw her,
she was slowly drawing away the lock of hair that was caught in
the edge of her lip, the smile growing under the manipulative
lights until it Yukito gave a shiver.
He wanted another encounter like that, projecting his soul onto
another and feeling every emotion possible without the exchange
of a single word. Soon enough, someone else came along. The
spinning of the room made Yukito smile, his eyes shutting
because he couldn't see who it was anyway, and it really didn't
matter. He didn't know anyone, and nobody knew him. And at the
same time, they knew each other perfectly.
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Re: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Chevy/Yukito ~ CONTENT WARNING: Some Matu
re Themes!
By: Mascii Date: June 1, 2013, 1:37 am
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Chevy Dawsom
The alcohol was really starting to kick in, wiping his mind of
most coherent thoughts and leaving behind only the here and the
now. He wasn't sure when the song had ended or when his partner
had switched sexes, but sure enough the nameless man had been
replaced with a petite dark skinned woman, her hands slipping
under his jacket and down into his back pockets. He lost track
of time and, with it, Yukito, instead choosing to press his hand
to the woman's neck and capture her mouth with his own. It was a
messy kiss, full of teeth and tongue and had the woman
practically climbing him, her hands pushing impatiently at his
jacket. He pulled back a bit, catching her bottom lip with his
teeth before letting her go, another partner tugging her against
them.
The crowd pulsed around him in time with the music, bodies
swaying and grinding against each other. Almost immediately, he
found himself pressed against yet another partner, his fingers
trailing down the other person's arms, the movement eliciting
little electric shocks against his fingertips. He blinked away
the haze of the alcohol as his arms wrapped around his partner's
neck and his finger's slipped beneath the collar of their shirt.
The skin was warm and damp against his fingertips and made him
wonder what it would feel like under his lips. Finally, he
tilted his head to get a look at his partner and he felt a
shudder go up his spine.
"Damn, 'kito." he slurred, his tongue darting out to wet his
lips, "Too hot for your own good." He urged the other boy
closer, dipping his hands further into Yukito shirt and stroking
his fingertips up his partner's spine. He couldn't hear the
music anymore over the sound his blood pounding in his ears. He
slipped one of his hands back up and placed it on the back of
Yukito's head, playing with his hear.
"Gonna kiss you now, kay?" he mumbled drunkenly, leaning in so
his face was barely a centimeter from Yukito's. "Kay." And then
he was pressing his lips to the other boy's, his heart racing in
his chest and his hands tangling in his partner's hair.
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