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Post by Alex on Oct 19, 2009 17:47:21 GMT -5
Forewarning: this thread is based on the slash pairing of two Shelpey Alley original characters. If you don't like boyxboy, leave now or forever hold your peace.
This thread will be for Spooky and Vulpines' stories and pictures of the hot (OOC) pairing of Danny and Alex. This first post serves as a table of contents. The currently-written stories will be posted in 'chronological' order, following the development of the twos' relationship. Links to each post will be listed here for reference when new stories are written but can't be posted in the order.
The current stories are (totally unofficial names. We just used these for reference):
Rainy Porch: [link] Carnival: [link] Near-Sex: [link] (Has drawings!) Locker Room: [link] RandomGuy: [link] Halloween: [link] Pictures of scenes from stories will be posted as links in the post with the story.
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Post by Alex on Oct 19, 2009 17:48:50 GMT -5
-Vulpine Alex watched the heavy rain pour down from under the safety of his front porch overhang. Water droplets occasionally blew in from the downpour and flecked him on the nose and face, and he irritably would wipe them away with a damp sleeve. He’d never liked the rain. It was a dreary thing, darkening his mood and making the day long and tiresome. The fox-shifter’s green eyes reflected the slate-gray scene, his chin propped on his hands, propped on his knees as he sat on the front porch waiting for the rain to let up. He glanced upward hopefully at the overcast sky, but it didn’t appear that the rain would let up any time soon. With a heavy sigh, Alex’s buried his rain-splattered face in the sleeves that were pulled over his hands.
There wasn’t anyone for him to hang out with today. The rest of his family was out without him. At first, it had seemed like a great idea; a whole day with the house to himself. But once it had begun to rain, he knew that any hopes of a fun time were vanquished. He felt the effects of the weather, even if he was inside. Maybe he could call someone to hang out with. But what would they do? They would end up being confined to inside, since any outdoor activities wouldn’t be enjoyable in the rain. And anyway, he doubted that anyone he’d call would be able to come over. The rain drove people inside and kept them there. And he wasn’t willing to go walking the distance to their house. He lived a bit too far for that. The fox-shifter was pretty much stranded at home, with nothing to do. He cast a spiteful glare at the rain that fell in sheets before him.
A moment later he was alerted to a presence behind him. Alex started to turn, wondering whom it could possibly be if he was home alone, and he had been facing the street. He got his answer before he even laid eyes on the figure behind him.
“Eww, wet dog,” Danny joked, pulling uncomfortably at his sleeves, which were clinging to his arms. Alex shot him a glance, but decided to let the comment slide, thankful for someone to talk to at all on this miserable day.
“Danny? What are you doing here?”
“Just decided I wanted to come visit my favorite fox-shifter,” he proclaimed, reaching to ruffle Alex’s brown hair with a dripping hand. Alex ducked out of the way, watching Danny’s hand cautiously.
“Well, thanks for the concern. How did you get here, anyway?” The brunette asked, turning a little on the steps to better face Danny. The lanky teen was literally soaking wet: water dripped onto the porch from his clothes, creating a quickly growing puddle at his feet. He stood relaxed, though he still picked at the clothing that clung to his skin. The rain had turned his clothes a considerably darker color, and it made his already-pale skin stand out even more. The hair that wasn’t pulled back into a ponytail was plastered across his face, but through his messy bangs, Danny’s dark brown eyes shone. Alex then noticed that he was shivering, and he held back a small worried noise, coming to a conclusion on his own.
“You flew all the way here?” He demanded, eyes bright with worry.
“Well, I know how much you don’t like the rain. So I decided to come over and cheer you up.”
Alex just stared at him. “I can hardly see how getting hypothermia is going to help cheer me up,”
Danny waved off the concern with another wave of his hand, but this time Alex would hear nothing of it. He got to his feet and brushed himself off, looking disdainfully at the water that had soaked hems of his jeans before taking Danny by the hand and leading him to the door.
“C’mon. We’re going inside and finding you a towel.”
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Post by Alex on Oct 19, 2009 18:02:16 GMT -5
-Vulpine As the sun approached the western horizon, the carnival transformed into an entirely new place. Lights flickered on, streaking up the sides of support beams and rafters, flashing and sparkling in the fading light. The carnival grounds were bathed in neon fluorescence, casting colorful highlights across the landscape; brilliant reds and yellows, vibrant greens and blues, and the defining whites that lent the most illumination to the darkening scene.
Among the crowd, two teenagers wandered past game stalls and bustling rides, easily avoiding the flurries of people that came and went. The taller of the two lead the way, picking out a route that was heading them more or less towards the giant Ferris Wheel that he was pointing to. The other watched some of the cars go around, the white lights on their roofs blinking sporadically against the sunset. It certainly was an impressively beautiful sight.
Thinking of beautiful, Alex impulsively cast a furtive glance at his guide. The other male was profiled against the brilliant lights from the bright neon signs, his raven-black hair falling lightly across his face. He wore an infectious smile, as usual. As he turned to speak to Alex, the teenager quickly looked away, suddenly becoming extremely interested in the Duck Pond booth.
“I’ll buy the tickets if it’s okay with you,” The older boy offered, gesturing ahead towards the giant turning spokes. Alex turned around, pretending to have just barely heard him.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, Danny,” Alex declined, putting on his serious face. “I can pay for myself.”
“No, really,” Danny insisted, taking Alex by the hand and leading him across the center of the crowded main drag and up to the ticket booth. “It’s no problem at all. You paid for my soda, anyway,”
The faint red in Alex’s face was disguised by the red lights of the ticket stand as they approached. Alex grumbled all the while that Danny paid.
Two tickets in hand, the raven-haired teen turned away from the counter and walked along side Alex as they made their way toward the ride’s platform. The metal clanged as they walked up the steps.
“Thanks, I guess,” Alex said, trying to be polite while still showing that he was miffed. It didn’t work.
“It’s fine,” Danny smiled, and Alex pointedly turned away to watch the Ferris Wheel cars slowly making their way toward the docking platform.
The pair gradually approached the front of the line, Danny silent, and Alex trying to ignore him. In about a minute, the pair was ushered into a car and sent upwards into the night sky. Alex’s previous peeved mood evaporated as they climbed higher, and he eagerly clung over the edge of the door, watching the ground disappear below them.
“Not quite as fun as flying,” Danny spoke up, “but it’s not half-bad.”
Alex looked at him, and then returned his gaze to the broadening horizon. The sunset streaked the sky with warm reds and oranges, and the upper clouds were deep shades of purple and blue. It was a thrilling sight.
“It must be wonderful,” Alex mused, trying to imagine himself hanging in the air without the support of the Ferris Wheel car. Admittedly, he found that it was a little scary, and he clung a bit tighter to the guardrail. The car tilted a bit and Alex clenched his teeth, eyes widening in horror before he realized it was just Danny switching sides. The raven-shifter now sat beside him, staring at the sunset past Alex’s shoulder. Alex pretended he didn’t notice and leaned a little further out of the window gap, trying to see the support beams that held them aloft. They were now reaching the highest point on the arc, and the view was spectacular.
“Don’t fall out now,” Danny warned, and Alex intuitively pushed back from the edge and toward the safety of the middle of the car. The car rocked from his sudden shift in weight, and he was thrown a little off balance on the bench, bumping up against Danny’s side. In a flush of embarrassment, Alex started to push away and give the raven-shifter his personal space back.
Danny, however, took Alex by his shoulder and held him back. “You’re safer back here,” he said, allowing the shorter teen to rest against him, away from the edge of the car. Alex was torn between continuing to lean on Danny, and being defiant by returning to the guardrail. But…
“We’ve already started to come back down. The view won’t get any better,” Alex justified, letting himself settle back against Danny with another flush of red. This was silly. But he did feel unquestionably safer. Alex allowed himself a small smile.
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Post by Alex on Oct 19, 2009 18:51:33 GMT -5
-Vulpine With a wail of despair, Alex flung himself backwards on the bed, the Wii’s guitar lying on the floor where he had dropped it. As the seizure-words ‘Player 1 wins!’ flashed on the screen, Danny let out a quiet chuckle. Alex grumbled half-heartedly.
“And you even picked the song, too,” the raven-haired teen taunted. He jabbed Alex in the ribs, and the latter instinctively rolled away.
“Shut up. You’re just rubbing it in.”
Danny gasped in mock-astonishment. “What ever could have made you think that?”
The brunette laughed dryly, reaching for his coke and taking a sip. “I wonder.”
The older boy simply sat and watched him silently, chin propped up on his interlaced fingers. Alex made a face at him around his coke can, and continued to drink the caffeine. Danny’s piercing gaze remained on him.
“Why are you staring at me?”
Danny remained silent except for a quiet, contemplative ‘hmm.’ Alex nervously took another swig of his soda, the other tracking his movement with an unblinking gaze.
“What…?”
“Nothing. Just wondering how I might kill you, if I feel the need.”
Alex blinked and edged a little away, playing with the tab of his soda can. Danny’s straight face split into an almost predatory grin. He shifted his weight so that he was kneeling, facing the nervously silent Alex.
“I will kill you in your sleep, just when you being to dream. I’ll creep up in the night, just when you turn off the light, I will sneak up on you, with a knife in my hand. And when you finally wake up, you’ll already be dead-”
“-Stop it, you’re going to give me nightmares!” Alex laughed shakily, cradling his coke for comfort.
“Aw, don’t worry Alex,” Danny assured him, sliding over to the fox-shifter. “I’m going to be right here.” He sat up on his knees and took the coke from Alex’s hand, placing it gingerly on the table beside them. “Protecting you.” With this, he flopped down on top of the other boy and proceeded to lie completely motionless. Alex patiently waited for Danny to move.
He didn’t.
The brunette sighed. Upon receiving no response, he sighed again, this time louder. Still no response.
“You’re crushing my lungs.”
This received a chuckle from the older boy, who simply readjusted himself so that he was lying more comfortably on Alex, chest-to-chest. Alex growled in slight annoyance and made to push Danny off him and roll over, but the older boy resisted and remained where he was. Alex glared upwards at him, briefly catching Danny’s eyes. They silently mocked him.
Alex grumbled in protest and tried again to push Danny off him, and once more, Danny went nowhere.
“You’ll have to do much better than that,” Danny chided, resting his head on Alex’s shoulder and laughing quietly. Alex lay still for a good while, feeling Danny’s slow breathing on his neck, Danny’s heartbeat through his shirt, Danny’s body heat warming his skin, and Danny’s weight still crushing his lungs. Alex waited patiently (as patient as Alex could be), biding his time. Soon he would have his revenge. He lay still until he was quite sure that the raven-shifter wouldn’t suspect a thing.
Wait…wait for it…patience…ready? Okay; …now!
He heaved upwards with the element of surprise, flipping Danny off him. The other boy offered no resistance, however, and Alex’s force flipped the both of them. The brunette landed heavily on top of the raven-shifter, somewhat stunned, and looked down to meet Danny’s eyes. The older teen smirked; a dark, lazy smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. Alex regarded him warily.
“So. What are you planning to do now?”
“Crush your lungs.”
“So far, you’re not doing a very good job.”
“Shut up.”
One of Danny’s eyebrows quirked upwards, hiding under his dark bangs. “That’s not too intimidating.”
“You’re still talking.”
“And what will you do about it?”
Alex contemplated this question very seriously, trying to think of a witty comeback. His brow furrowed.
“What about kiss me?”
The younger boy’s mouth, which had just opened to reply, snapped shut again, and he froze. Kiss Danny. What? What kind of a response was that? Alex blinked, confused. His mind began to roam.
“-Wouldn’t be able to talk if my mouth…”
Alex blankly looked down at him, not really listening. Kiss…Danny? This Danny? His friend, Danny? The realization that he was lying on top of said Danny might have turned his face bright red, had his mind been functioning properly.
“-Furthermore, shutting up could be taken in a mental sense, as well as the physical act…” But Alex was zoned out again. Kiss Danny. To kiss Danny was to ask for death. Well…probably. He was a murderer, after all. But Danny had been the one to suggest it in the first place. What did that mean? Maybe something; maybe nothing. Or maybe it was a taunt? Maybe Danny wanted to see what he would do. A test. That must be what it is. Danny was testing him.
“-Alex! Do you even hear me? I’ve been talking…”
But how to respond to this challenge? Should he step up to the plate or not? What would it mean if he decided to go for it? Would he offend Danny if he took the raven-shifter’s own advice? He had to first decide if the consequences would-
Alex’s train of thought stopped in its tracks, and he was returned to reality by the sudden realization that Danny had stopped talking and had his lips pressed against Alex’s own. The teen let out a strangled yelp of surprise, at which Danny easily broke the kiss and leaned his head back against the bed.
“Sorry. Had to find some way to bring you back to reality.”
“H-how…how long were you…we…”
“It took you a while to snap out of it, if that’s what you’re asking.”
The younger male didn’t respond immediately, instead trying to make sense of his scrambled mind. Eventually he settled on something to say that made sense.
“Tell me why, again, you decided to do that?”
“Mmm…because I wanted to see what would happen?”
This earned a pause from Alex, during which he couldn’t quite figure out if he was angry or not. He decided on the latter and allowed himself a small, confused sigh, tilting his head and looking at Danny, who still wore the faint trace of a smirk. The fox-shifter frowned.
“Stop that. It’s like you’re laughing at me.”
Danny’s facial expression didn’t change, which irked Alex to almost no end. “Wipe the smile off your face. There’s nothing to feel smug about.”
Danny’s mouth twitched into a larger smile, and Alex glowered at him a moment before leaning down briefly to kiss the lips that were taunting him. When he straightened back up, he found, much to his delight, that the smile was gone and had been replaced by more of a shocked expression. It was now Danny’s turn to be stunned, and Alex wanted to bask in the rare occurrence.
But the other teen apparently had a different opinion on the matter.
The next moment Alex found himself flipped over on his back and under Danny once more- right back where they’d started. The raven-shifter’s face was dangerously close to Alex’s own, and much to the brunette’s disappointment, the smirk had returned in a full-fledged grin.
“You can’t do that Alex.”
“And why the hell not?”
Danny’s grin was now accompanied by a suspicious light in his dark eyes. “Because, Seme gets to make those kinds of decisions.”
It took Alex a minute to realize what Danny was saying, during which the latter had folded his arms on Alex’s chest, resting his chin on top, like a king sitting on his throne. Alex glared at him, ignoring the fact that his current predicament would spoil the intensity of his gaze.
“Are you calling me Uke?!”
“No need to shout, Alex,” Danny almost purred, the humorous light still glinting in his eyes.
“I am not shouting!” The fox-shifter screeched, struggling to shove Danny off him again. “Let me up! This isn’t fair!”
Danny lay calmly where he was, in no risk of being toppled. “You can’t push me off again: I let you do it the last time. I think I still prefer being on top.”
Alex huffed indignantly, not knowing how to respond. “I didn’t agree to any of this.”
Danny’s smirk got a bit wider. “It’s just the natural order of things.”
“Oh yeah? Says who?”
“Think you can beat me in Guitar Hero?”
“…Fuck you.”
“That’s your job.”
Alex was thrown off-guard by the unexpected remark. That certainly wasn’t something he’d expect Danny to say. The teen smiled slyly, previous anger forgotten.
“It seems that Danny has a devious side, after all.”
The raven-shifter lifted his chin from his crossed arms and kissed Alex’s mouth closed again. His hands slinked down to the teen’s wrists, bringing them back up to shoulder-level and pressing them against the bed. Alex hesitantly relaxed, allowing Danny to keep his arms pinned.
“Seems I do,” Danny finally replied.
“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing for a psycho killer to be saying.”
The older teen returned Alex’s provocative smile from before. “We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”
“Whoa, wait, slow down. What?”
Danny’s features remained the same, but the gleam in his eyes had returned. “Hmm?”
“Find out? You mean…uh…” Alex’s gaze flickered momentarily away. “How far are we…going to go?”
Danny shrugged. “We’ll see.”
The fox-shifter’s face reddened a bit. “Ah. Right.”
“Unless, of course, you have any objections? Because that could cause me some problems.”
This added another shade of red. “N-no. I’m all good.”
Danny regarded him silently for a moment, weighing Alex’s words. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asked, seriously.
The brunette rolled his eyes. “I think I should be the one asking you that question. Aren’t you the asexual one?”
Alex got nothing more than a mildly suspicious beam in return. He raised an eyebrow.
“Is there something you’d like to tell me, Danny?”
“N-no. I’m all good,” he quoted, and Alex mumbled a quiet ‘shut up’. Danny’s bantering stopped, and he looked at the teen beneath him with a slightly troubled look. “Really, are you okay? You’re not quite acting normal.”
Alex pointedly glared at Danny’s body, which had him pinned against the bed. The raven-haired male shrugged slightly, admitting that he had a point.
“It’s just that…it’s…I don’t know how to put it. You’re my best friend, and within a matter of minutes, you’re lying on top of me and have kissed me twice. And now, apparently we’re going to…ah…you get the idea.”
“Touché. But alternatively, I don’t see you resisting. Far from it, in fact. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’ve considered this before. You didn’t exactly act surprised.” He smiled pleasantly.
Alex just stared, unseeing, in a mixture of shock and horror, at a complete loss for words. Danny raised an eyebrow.
“Seems I was right?”
The fox-shifter still didn’t respond, instead making blank eye contact with Danny. The latter’s smile faltered just a bit.
“Alex…?”
The brunette’s gaze suddenly refocused, and he glared intently at Danny.
“No! I’ve never considered anything before. Ever!”
The raven-shifter countered Alex’s defensive glare with an incredulous look.
“Stop lying.”
“I’m not!” Alex replied harshly.
The older teen considered the situation for a moment, lazily drawing circles on his captive’s wrist with his right hand. Alex growled and made to snatch his hand back, but Danny’s reflexes were faster, and he grabbed the brunette’s arm before it could be pulled away.
“You are. You’re acting too defensive.”
“I’M NOT-
“-Alex! It’s okay! Calm down.” He waited for the younger’s breathing to return to close to normal before continuing. Alex still glared at him hurtfully.
“It might be strange, but stop lying about it, alright? I won’t judge you.” Alex began to protest, but Danny cut him off by forcefully pinning his arm back down against his side. “Now answer the question. Have you ever considered it before?”
There was a long pause. Finally, Alex hissed an answer. “Yes.”
“And who was it about?”
Now, the fox-shifter’s voice was barely a wounded whisper. “Y-you,”
Danny nodded his appreciation for Alex’s honesty. “Have you considered the possibility that maybe you’re not alone here?”
“But it’s…you’d never-!”
“But maybe I would! I’ve never thought it, either, up until a point not so long ago. So stop thinking that you have to hide your feelings. Especially from me.”
Alex had fallen quiet. His eyes were closed in frustration.
“I just thought…that…if I said anything, y-you’d…never-” He trailed off, unable to finish.
Danny’s features softened. “Alex. You’re my best friend. We’ve come this far. You want it to go farther. And I’m thinking of finding out if it can.”
“Well, way to make me feel horrible about trying to protect our friendship in the first place,” the fox-shifter snapped, but he had opened his green eyes and was watching Danny carefully.
“Sorry. But at least now we’re on the same page. So- are you okay with it?”
“God dammit, Danny. Stop asking me that.”
The smirk finally returned to the raven-shifter’s face. “Glad to see that you’re back to yourself again.”
“No thanks to you…nevermind.”
Danny laughed, fondly smacking Alex on the side of his head. The brunette’s now-free hand reached up to slap at the offender, but Danny caught him and once more Alex’s arms were forced back down. Danny smiled and pressed his mouth to the younger teen’s own, one of his hands slipping down the fox-shifter’s body. Alex felt his heartbeat increase, realizing that this was really happening. How weird.
Danny’s fingers played around Alex’s waist, then slid experimentally under his shirt. Alex flinched impulsively from the sudden contact, and Danny found the brunette’s belt buckle now under his fingertips. Taking the opportunity, he worked it open and remained hovering over it momentarily before making the decision and undoing it completely, managing the jeans’ zipper while he was at it. Alex made a slightly worried noise, and Danny ended the kiss somewhat reluctantly.
“Just wondering…have you decided how far we’re going to go?” Alex asked, red tinting dashed across his face.
The raven-haired male slipped his fingers against the skin under Alex’s boxers playfully, making the brunette shudder. “I think all the way.”
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It was dark and quiet when Danny awoke. The first thing he came to notice was that he was warm. Blankly, he looked down at the covers that he was lying under. Alex must’ve pulled them up sometime after they’d fallen asleep together. How long ago was that? He worked at his mind for the memories of last night. He and Alex had argued, Alex had admitted to liking Danny, they had decided to try it out. He had started to lose track of time around then, but he remembered more kissing, and increasingly more and more bare skin. Some scattered details came back to him; and ah, yes. They had gone all the way. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, Danny squinted across the room at his clock. From the far desk, the soft blue LCD display read 2:15 AM. He’d remember the rest of the details in the morning when he was fully awake. The raven-haired teen groaned sleepily and began to roll over, but found himself bumping into something. Sitting up slightly, Danny blinked, looking down. Alex was curled up, sleeping soundly.
“I will kill you in your sleep, just when you begin to dream,” Danny recited, smiling affectionately. He reached over to gently brush the brunette’s messy hair from his face. The sleeping fox-shifter made a small sound, but soon fell back into his dreams. Danny adjusted himself, then rested his arm over the other’s shoulder and hugged him close to his chest. Still sleeping, Alex snuggled up against Danny, cradling the arm that was draped over him against his face. After a moment, Danny put his head back down on the pillow, against the curve of the brunette’s neck.
“I love you, Alex,” he murmured, just before closing his eyes and joining the object of his affection in sleep.
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Post by Alex on Oct 19, 2009 18:56:53 GMT -5
-Vulpine, with the wonderful intro written by Spook Alex slammed the door of his locker shut, the sound echoing loudly in the large, empty room. He was hot, he was tired, and that goddamn gym teacher made them run ten extra laps because one kid mouthed off. Nobody had wanted to call out the boy when the teacher asked them too, so they were all punished indiscriminately. Alex ended had up panting and covered in sticky sweat, and even though he had already changed out of his now soaked uniform, any fabric touching his skin clung uncomfortably. And to top it all off, his lock wasn’t working properly. The teen angrily kicked the defective metal cabinet, the action relieving only a small amount of his frustration. He scowled at the dimly reflective surface, wringing his shirt in his hands.
“Well, aren’t you in a poor mood?”
Alex jumped slightly at the sudden presence, whirling around and glowering accusingly at the dark-haired teen who had appeared beside him, leaning against one of the lockers.
“Danny, not now. I need to get ready for my next class,” Alex snapped sourly, snatching his shirt back. Danny watched him with lit eyes.
“You’ve got time. The bell won’t ring for another six minutes.”
Alex glared back. “Well maybe it takes me six minutes to get dressed.”
“You’re just missing your shirt.” Danny pointed out, making Alex shoot him an unimpressed look. “You’re in a bad mood. You need some cheering up before having to continue classes.”
“I’m fine. Just a little mad.” The brunette shook his head and turned around, going back over to the bench where he had dropped his bag. Danny meandered after him.
“A mad Alex is no Alex that I know.”
“Now you’re just not making any sense! I’ll cool down in a little while, anyway. Seriously.”
Danny’s arm slung over Alex’s shoulder from behind. Startled, Alex froze in place.
“But I want to be the one to cheer you up,” Danny smiled, spinning Alex around by the shoulders and backing him against the row of lockers. Alex’s green eyes widened with shock as his bare skin hit the cold metal. He cringed at the contact.
“Danny, we’re at school! You can’t do this here,” the brunette protested, ducking out from under the dark-haired teen’s arms. But Danny easily grabbed him and pulled him back, Alex’s front now slamming against the lockers with a clatter.
“ Well don’t break my spine!” Alex yelled, starting to push away again. His hands were confiscated and restrained behind him, while Danny kept him pressed to the cold metal with his upper body.
“If you don’t move, that won’t be a problem,” Danny said, voice lowered almost warningly. He felt Alex’s muscles tense in another effort to escape, but without his arms free, Alex couldn’t shove him off. Danny chuckled.
“You’re still moving,” he pointed out, lips brushing the nape of Alex’s bare neck.
“Danny, really!” Alex hissed again, but he shivered involuntarily. His green eyes narrowed. “We’re in a school locker room.”
“I’m well aware of that fact,” he replied, voice low. “But I don’t see anyone else. Do you?”
Alex brought up a leg and used it to shove himself away from the locker rows, forcing Danny off him. He defensively spun around, prepared to fend off another molestation, but stopped when he found the raven-haired teen bent over his backpack, stuffing textbooks back inside from off the bench. The brunette blinked, confused.
Danny shouldered his bag, checking to make sure he had everything with him. After he was content that he wasn’t leaving anything behind, he nodded politely to Alex.
“You’d better hurry up. You’re going to be late for class,”
Alex had it in his right mind to throw something at him, but was too dumbfounded to move. Danny flashed him a mischievous grin before heading out of the changing room, leaving Alex standing shirtless in the middle of the lockers. A moment later, the bell rang.
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Post by Alex on Oct 19, 2009 19:01:25 GMT -5
-Vulpine Sharp yellow eyes watched the man turn off the main street and into an alley. Hopping a bit, the raven moved along the telephone wire, as to keep the man in sight. The man’s face was partially concealed in the shadows of the alley, but the raven could tell from his body language that the man felt confident- arrogant, almost, in the assured fact that no hard would come to him, even in such a secluded place as the narrow passage. He took this route every day. Every day for the past four weeks, the man would take this shortcut home from work at exactly 4:17 Monday through Friday. His schedule was on the dot: come straight from work and head over to the bar a few blocks away. Every single day, he had followed this pattern. And every single day since catching on, the raven would be watching, learning the man’s habit. Ensuring that the man would continue to come this way, at exactly 4:17 PM. So far, the man had been predictable and not strayed once from his pattern, down to every one of his timed footsteps. It was a wonder that such a seemingly precise man could turn out to be such a horrible person inside.
The raven watched him for a little longer, unblinking, until the man turned the corner and was lost from sight of the main street. He now stalked daringly through the labyrinth, confident in his route. But the raven knew those alleys, too, possibly better than anyone else. The bird lifted off the wire in a silent beat of its wings, gliding against the clear sky and down toward the alleyways. Cold eyes calculating, it swooped down into the maze of buildings, alighting on a predetermined wooden crate that sat in the shadows. Looking calmly around, the raven determined that it was, indeed, alone. The man was coming in his direction from the alley perpendicular to this one: estimated time of arrival was twenty seconds. Plenty of time.
The raven hopped over to the edge of the crate, nimbly leaping from the wood toward the ground below. But it never landed. Instead, a young man hit the ground lightly, feel-first. Long jacket swirling as he stood up to his full height, he brushed dark hair from in front of his dark eyes. A smile flashed on his face, just as a knife appeared out of his pocket. Casually, he fingered it. Another mental time check told him that he was right on schedule, and the raven-haired teen started off at a leisurely stroll toward the point of intersection. Eight seconds. Though he couldn’t see the man, he could still visualize the path that he was taking. His eyes trained on the approaching corner, the knife twirling expertly in his hand. The teen’s steps were steady and quiet. Four seconds.
He was coming up on the corner now. He could hear the man coming to the intersection from the other alley: his footsteps were heavy and he muttered under his breath about the events of the day and how he would easily gamble off his sorrows. Again, the teen wondered about the fact that for such a precise man, he had a very overconfident personality.
His mental timer ticked down the last second just as the man appeared in the intersection. At first he was too focused on his footsteps to take notice of the lithe teen, but when he finally realized that he was no longer alone on his trip to the bar, it was too late. For the first time in over four weeks, the man broke his strict schedule, though it was more against his will than on his own accord. His breathing grew rapid as he felt the cold metal of the knife pressed against his neck. The blade hugged his throat, the sharp point digging into the skin under his jawbone. The man did not struggle or scream.
“Smart choice,”
His assailant’s voice was not what he was expecting it to be. Having imagined a deep and gruff man, hearing the unwavering tenor of a young male’s vocals came as a huge surprise. The man let out a small gasp of disbelief and made to push the blade from his throat, thinking that he could easily get away from such an adolescent. This did him no good, and he felt an acute prick in his skin. It started throbbing, and he became aware of a warm trickle.
“But your self-confidence has always been your downfall.”
The man decided to speak up now. In a rage, he snarled at the youth who held him. “Yer jus’ a kid! You can’t do nothin’ to me. I ain’t scared ‘a you. Lemme go and fight like a man, or Imma break every bone in yer body and make you wish you’da never been born,”
There was a silence, and the man began to think that maybe the kid was taken aback by his ferocity. He began to feel sure of this point as the silence drew out.
His pride faltered when he realized that the teenager had been holding back laughter. “Nice one,” he said, regaining control over his humor. “But that’s not going to get you anywhere. Except maybe a little closer to meeting your death,”
The teenager’s mind flickered to all the proof he had against this man. There was a lot. Namely, his treatment toward his wife and children, soon followed by his unhealthy obsession with gambling that lost his family the money they needed to survive. And he made a habit of coming home drunk every night.
He’d be doing them all a favor.
The teen’s wrist twisted a little, and the metal bit further into his neck, causing the man to yell in pain. Suddenly, the teen was alerted to another presence, coming down the alley in their direction. It was another young man, with messy brown hair and distracted green eyes that weren’t watching where they were going. The male walked, hands in pockets, watching the sky above him. He was occupied with whatever nonsense he was staring at a good, long while before he finally came close enough to realize that he would be walking right into-
“Danny?! What the hell are you doing?” The male shouted, jumping back about three feet in shock. Whether it was shock at nearly running into someone in the alley, or seeing the knife in the teenager’s hand, no one was really sure. The man looked utterly relieved to see someone else, and he tried desperately to make eye contact with the newcomer. The teenager, Danny, looked a little disappointed that he had been interrupted.
“About to kill someone. Would you mind if I could have just another minute? I promise that once we get to your house we’ll go and play that prank on Amber.”
The green-eyed teen just threw up his hands and spun on his heel, and the man’s face grew dumbfounded. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with this whole thing. Dude, you kill people. And not even in video games. It’s kind of creepy, you know?”
“Consider it as a side-job, Alex,” Danny replied, shrugging. “The professional worker’s life never interferes with his personal life. Those two spheres never come in contact, and never overlap.”
Alex was already walking away, working on pushing the scene from his mind. “Well, when you finally get home, I don’t want to find any trace of work. At all.”
“You got it,” Danny smiled, looking back down at the victim, who simply looked lost, yet still angry. “Now then. I feel like it’s high time that I pay your family a favor,”
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Post by Alex on Oct 19, 2009 19:05:10 GMT -5
-Spooky
“Danny, hurry up!”
Alex stood outside the door to Danny’s room, tapping his foot in irritation. Though he was still in his socks, the fox-shifter was otherwise fully dressed. A cowl was pulled over his normally messy brown hair, and a long, black cape hung down to the floor behind him. Tight gray fabric hugged the rest of his body, save for his black shorts and the bright yellow insignia splayed across his chest. The classic yellow utility belt also looped around his waist, though a bit looser than it should have been. Bat-Alex continued to tap his foot against the floor impatiently.
“Are you done yet?” sighed the brunette. There was no response from the boy inside the room.
“I’m coming in.” Still no response.
“That’s it.” In a quick, angry gesture, Bat-Alex threw the door open, like the true Batman would. Glaring around the room, the teen-gone-superhero’s eyes immediately locked onto his trick-or-treating partner – Alex’s breath hitched in his throat. Oh God.
Danny had apparently been too occupied with his shirt to answer Alex before, because the raven-haired teen’s arms were held high in the air by the stretchy fabric of his costume. As the raven-haired male struggled to untangle himself, the other boy saw every inch of his friend’s developing torso. Danny’s strong, porcelain-colored shoulders shifted and rolled in his attempts to get free, and his teenage chest had started to fill out nicely. Danny suddenly leaned back; Alex caught a glimpse of the other boy’s flat stomach and thin, bony hips. From there, his eyes traveled down to the ridiculously tight black pants that clung to Danny’s legs. The fox-shifter made a small noise.
Cape whirling around him, Bat-Alex turned sharply and walked right back out the door. He quickly closed it behind him, hinges creaking ever so slightly. The teen let out a shaky breath and leaned against the cool wood of the frame. Beneath his black mask, a crimson blush stained his cheeks. Butterflies danced around in his stomach, making him even more uncomfortable. Alex desperately tried to banish the image of Danny’s lithe body – as well as other images of other times – from his head. No matter what he did, whether his eyes were opened or closed, the struggling form of his friend still burned in his vision. His skin suddenly felt very hot under the thin fabric of his costume as he thought of the scene he had just witnessed.
After about fifteen minutes, Bat-Alex had regained his composure enough to head downstairs. He pulled the edges of his cape forward, took a deep breath, and began walking – only to be held back by something. Looking back, the grim realization hit him that the edge of his cape had been caught in the door while he was trying to escape.
“God dammit,” the teen breathed angrily, attempting to tug his cape out of the door without ripping it. It wasn’t working very well; the door held on to it with a grip of steel. The fabric would definitely split in two if he pulled any harder. His hands fell to his sides as he calculated the problem – how would he free his cape without alerting Danny?
Just then, the door swung open. Bat-Alex nearly jumped out of his costume in surprise.
Standing in the doorframe with a smirk was Danny, now fully clothed. He had somehow managed to get into his black-and-white striped shirt, and he tucked the edges into his form-fitting pants. His hands were now sporting white gloves, one of which rested delicately on his tightly clad hip. White makeup, even paler than the raven-shifter’s skin, coated his face neatly. Little red triangles were drawn under his eyes.
“You ran out awfully quickly,” noted the raven-haired boy, tone filled with amusement. His smirk evolved into a grin when he saw the nasty glare Alex was giving him.
“Shut up,” muttered the younger teen, his eyes averted. A faint blush had returned to his cheeks. “Mimes aren’t supposed to talk.”
Danny laughed heartily, slipping a slender arm around Alex’s waist. “Just admit it,” he whispered in the shorter boy’s ear, “you liked what you saw.”
The mime moved away the second Alex turned to gape at him. Danny let out another laugh, and turned to walk down the stairs. Alex stood there in a daze, feeling shocked and confused and strangely, in agreement with what he had just heard-
“Come on, slowpoke! We’ll be late for Amber’s party!”
Alex snapped out of it instantly, and gritted his teeth. “Wait for me, you jerk!” shouted the brunette, receiving a laugh as a reply. With that, Bat-Alex chased Mime-Danny down the stairway.
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