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Thread: In Too Deep (Nico x KaGoroth)

Micah remained absolutely still and silent as he watched his brother deliberate in the chair before him. He knew Zavier was his brother, beyond a doubt now. The birthmark had shown them both that. Micah had fliched as Zaviers trousers had been shuffed down, his breathing increasing as he tried not to look at Zaviers cock, his own dried blood still there. He pushed the sinking thought of what it meant that his own brother had raped him, and what he had made him feel, out of his mind. Matthew hadn't been himself. He wouldn't have done that if he had been himself. Right? It felt like forever before Matthew met his eyes. One word from those lips and Micah's body racked with his harsh breathing. He had been silent up until now, but a flood of relief and emotion washed over him. Y-yes Matt... I'm Micah-I'm your younger brother. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't. Please, Matt, please remember, Micah twisted his raw wrists in his binds, his fingers reaching out for Zavier, please let me go.
Thread: In Too Deep (Nico x KaGoroth)

Zavier stood up as Micah pleaded to be let go, he had been doing this for so long that he had pushed any feelings he had out of his mind. It was the only way he could do what he did, the years of developing his methods and using sexual torture had made him forget everything. He felt like a war was being fought in his head, unable to decide if he should let Micah go or finish the job, he started to pace back and forth. i was paid to do a job.....if you are my brother how can I finish......i have no emotional attachment to you....... if your my only family then you could answer so many questions As Zavier continued to pace and think out loud he became increasingly agitated and his voice was getting louder and almost angry. Unable to tell if it was the thought of what he did or what he should do that was making him angry. Zavier exploded, picking up the chair he had been sitting on and smashed it against the wall. The chair shattered, splinters flying all over as he let out a roar that echoed through the basement. A long loud and deep shout that almost let him breathless. Zavier turned to Micah, his eyes wide and almost showing a sense of recognition. He picked up a large hunting knife and turned to Micah. Unsure himself if he was about to kill or release Micah, just standing there and breathing heavy.
Thread: In Too Deep (Nico x KaGoroth)

He tensed as the hitman began to pace. The tension rose as did Zavier's voice. The deep angry snarling of his brother and tormentor made him tremble.. his hands itched to cover his hears and his head. All of a sudden, the chair was flung into the wall. Stop! Micah cried out, trying to flatten himself againt the tabel. The angry roar that resounded through the room had Micah breaking out in a cold sweat, chills running down his back. If he had anything left in his bladder he would gave pissed himself. Pleasepleasepleaseplease, Micah gasped out, cowering on the table. He didn't care an ounce for his pride, that had been beaten well out of him an hour ago. The knife in Zaviers hands showed just how vicious and violtal the seasoned killer was, and just how precarious Micah's worth to him was. He had to show his brother somehow that he was worth more alive than dead. That he was worth more than the job Zavier took so much pleasure from. If you let me go, I promise I will help you, I won't run, Micah dared to look up, spreading the fingers of his bound hands as if he wanted to both ward off and embrace his brother, I won't leave you, please.
Thread: In Too Deep (Nico x KaGoroth)

Zavier stood there as Micah continued to plead with him, his promise to help him and stay with him sounded genuine to Zavier but he was still struggling with him mind. His hand started to shake and his eyes flickered as he thought. Was he seriously thinking of letting him go and was there any hope that he could actually have a normal life. A normal life had been lost to him long ago and even though he had always taken pleasure in his work it all seemed like it was being lost to him now. Zavier turned to Micah and raised his hand the blade shining in the light. He brought it down hard and fast AHHHHHHHHH Bringing it down and plunging it into the table, inched from Micah's face. He stood there for a moment before removing Micah's wrist restraints. Not moving to help him as he dropped to the floor. He walked round to were Micah fell and removed his ankle restraints, picking him up off the floor. Zavier took Micah's full wait as he held him up, his large rough hands under Micah's arms. how the fuck can you help me after what i have done? Dozens of people have died on that table. You almost met your end on it, and you still say you can help me. Zaviers voice had lost that emotionless tone but was still deep and menacing. if you try to fuck with me or you are lying to try and find a chance to escape.....I'll rip your heart out with my bare hand. Zavier wasn't about to let him go but the thought of killing him was no longer giving him the pleasure he would usually get.
Thread: In Too Deep (Nico x KaGoroth)

Micah had screamed along with his brother, certian that he had failed, and now was facing his death. When no pain came after a couple of seconds, he let out a strangled whimper, devolving into uncontrollable tremors. He didn't notice his wrists being undone until he painfully slid off the table and onto the floor. He didn't respond to his brothers admission of the lives taken on the very same table he had been streached across seconds ago. Micah was still shaking as Zavier picked him up, trying to hold back the ragged sobs of shock that made it hard to breathe. The threat on his life had Micah forgetting about the pain that didn't allow him to stand on his own. Zavier had made the ultimatum clear. With the streangth he possessed, Micah didn't doubt that he could. He felt like a child in his brother's hands agian, except instead of being chastized with the threat of a spanking, his life was on the line. While it would normally bother him to be held in such a emasculating way, now all he could think about was how to be as pleasing as possible, and how greatful he was for Zavier's change of mind. Red eyes flickered up to his brother's face, as his arms hung unmoving by his sides. Micah didn't dare reach out to Matthew, even though he was aching for some sort of embrace in his shock. He nodded, blinking tears away when he looked up, t-thank you.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Solid black foxes existed, though one rarely saw them anywhere near civilization. So seeing one inside a house of all places, pacing the living room in agitation, was something few had ever seen. Vincent's ears and tail twitched every time he passed the window, growling softly and glaring at the bane of his existence, the sun. He hated DST. Longer days meant more time trapped in this form and less time being productive. Nevermind the fact his definition of productive had changed drastically over the past twenty years. He sighed softly and hopped up into the window as the sky finally turned orange, watching as the sun sank beneath the horizon and bracing himself for the pain. It didn't last long, or at least he'd become so accustomed to it he hardly noticed anymore, and within minutes he was back in his 'true' form. Dark green eyes, shaggy black hair in need of a trim, and pale skin that hadn't been tanned in... too many years to count. He flexed his fingers and snagged his clothes jeans, t-shirt, and a light jacket. Even if it was turning to spring, the nights were still chilly. He shoved his feet into an old pair of shoes and headed for the door, craving a burger. If there was one thing he was grateful for, it was the development of fast food. Even if he made a point to live on the outskirts of the heart of the city, he always made sure to be near a convenience store and at least a burger joint. Plus the university he was currently donating to had a habit of sending prospective students to try and wheedle more funding out of him this time of year. He just hoped they'd gotten the message and would stop sending business majors and IT nerds.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Grayson was neither a student nor an IT nerd. The university had decided to send in the big guns and he'd drawn the short straw of the faculty from the history department when it came tracking down a certain rich business man. He didn't need more money, although having a little more couldn't hurt. What he needed to do was try and convince Vincent to appropriate some of his funding strictly to the ancient history and linguistics department. They were always hurting for funds, but now, more than ever, were they feeling the pinch. A new archeological site in Brazil had been discovered and Grayson's department was competing with a few others for the rights to be the first to translate the ancient runes. The last, and really only, hurdle they needed to overcome, was proper funding. The university was too interested in funding their science departments and didn't have much interest in furthering their cause for historical study. After all, they were more well known for their science, not their history. Knowing only that the elusive business man was only even seen as night, Grayson had donned a warm jacket as well as a sturdy scarf. He always got cold easily and the breezy, nearly spring evening was enough to make him want to bundle up. He told himself he was braving the cold for advancement of historical studying and to just hurry up and find Vincent. Having only a picture, an address, and a vague description of his hang outs from the IT department, Grayson decided to start on the block where Vincent's high rise apartment was. Feeling thoroughly like some creepy stalker, Grayson shivered a little as he loitered on a street corner in front of some greasy burger place, trying very hard not to look like he was looking for someone in the crowd of people mulling around him.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Vincent wasn't sure when the curse had started bleeding over enough that his senses were heightened, but they came in handy sometimes. He breathed in the scent of grilling meat as he neared the burger joint, glancing over the people in the area, dismissing some as regulars and others as of no importance. He eyed the loitering creeper and the two dead-beats who looked stupid enough to try something a few moments before heading up to the window. The place was small and run by a local family, with seating inside and benches and tables outside. Hey Mack, he called. Can I get one with guacamole? The chef inside glanced back, grunting something before tossing another patty on the grill. Vincent relaxed a bit and turned around, leaning back against the wall and glancing over the crowd again. There was something about the creeper that annoyed him, though it likely had something to do with how he was trying so hard and utterly failing to look normal.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

The ominous deadbeats were what had Grayson inching closer towards the burger joint. He glanced at them, not wanting to be caught alone outside of the groups of people around. Usually he was fine, but the two at the corner kept glancing at him as if he were the next hit. Turning away from them, Grayson sidled into the like for the burger place, still trying very hard to look casual. And that's what he spotted Vincent leaning against the wall. At first he wasn't sure and adjusted his glasses, just to double check. Yup, it was Vincent, all dark hair and pale skin. The man was unmistakable. Leaving the line now that he had found what he wanted, Grayson tired to look confident as he strolled over to Vincent. Vincent? Grayson asked with a small smile, stepping in front of Vincent boldly. You are associated with the University, correct? Gray pushed some of his short, auburn hair out of his face, not about to let Vincent try to slid past him.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Vincent raised an eyebrow as the creeper moved closer, studying him and narrowing his eyes when he realized the creeper was heading for him. A soft growl stuck in his throat as he straightened and still had to look up at the man, though it wasn't like it never happened. He was short enough from being trapped at the same age as when he'd been cursed. His body was still that of a twenty year old, though his last growth spurt hadn't hit before the curse, so he was forever trapped like this. Or at least until he managed to break the curse. He relaxed marginally at the sound of his name, flicking his eyes over the creeper again before huffing softly. Another one from the University, as expected. And you are...?
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Oh yes, Grayson replied, fumbling around in his coat pocket before managing to pull out one of his business cards. He offered it to Vincent, hoping the man didn't think him too rude. My name is Grayson Belle. I'm a linguistics and ancient history professor at the University. He eyed Vincent, thinking the man looked more like a student than he'd expected. Grayson certainly wasn't an old man, but he also wasn't a young twenty something anymore. Could I trouble you for a moment of your time? I promise it won't take long. It's very important though, for me and my department. Again, Grayson offered a hesitant smile, a dimple appearing in his left cheek before vanishing quickly when he grew serious again. I can assure you, it'll be worth it. Damn, but he hated going to donators of the university and asking for something in particular.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Vincent eyed the card before accepting it and glancing it over. Linguistics and ancient history? And a professor? What the hell was going on now? He couldn't deny he was curious. At least this guy was polite enough, even seeing how young he looked. Some of the students had gotten offended of all things when they'd first seen him. Hmm, he said non-noncommittally, pushing off the wall when Mack slid his burger over with a familiar 'Here brat.' He slid a twenty over and didn't wait for change before picking up the tray and a bottle of ketchup. Twenty minutes, he said to Grayson, dropping onto a bench in the corner and drenching his fries with ketchup. If you're a professor, just get to the point. What exactly are you wanting funding for and why should I care? He didn't mean to come across as rude, though after a few years of brown nosing and pleading, he just wanted the facts and details.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Grayson eyed the burger and fries, biting his lip. Crap. He'd already eaten but the sight of the burger was making his stomach grumble all over again. Maybe after he was done speaking with Vincent he'd go and indulge in a burger for once, which was something he never did. Grayson tried to eat healthy, especially since he was holed up in the library most of the time researching. It was an easy thing to forget to eat and when he did eat it was mostly greasy fast food stuff...at least previously before he had curbed himself. Well, Gray replied with a laugh as he sat down across from Vincent. It's not what you think. I'm not asking for more money or anything. What I, well, my department and I, wanted to come to you about is specific allocation. The damned science department and sports facilities are sucking up everything they can get their hands on. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, thoroughly put out about this. We know you make yearly donations as a private entrepreneur. And it's because you're private that we wanted to petition you to specifically state that some of it has to go to the historical department. A new dig in Brazil has revealed some very interesting artifacts and we're competing with other universities on the rights to have first dibs on translations. As Grayson spoke, he grew more and more excitable, starting to gesture grandly with his hands as his gray eyes sparkled with passion for his work. With some of your donations going to us, not only will we be able to become a part of something great, you'll also be listed as the the main benefactor, your name going on everything that we do. And that means being listed in museums all over the United States!
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Vincent listened quietly, popping a fully coated fry in his mouth and licking ketchup off his fingers. The next one he dipped in the excess guacamole oozing from the burger. He glanced up at the mention of allocating his money rather than giving more. He'd always specified most of the money go to the science department in the hopes someone would stumble upon or have an affinity for the old magics of the world and be able to give a fresh perspective to curses. He'd considered other departments, but none of them had seemed promising in this University considering they had so many science majors. He took a bite of his burger and raised an eyebrow as he watched Grayson gesturing and seeming to enjoy what he was talking about. It was kind of amusing. The guy looked like he at least in his mid or late twenties, but he was getting excited like a kid. He scooped up some guacamole on his finger and licked it clean before asking, What kind of artifacts? He knew there were artifacts around the world that could likely break the curse, but considering most were older than he was and likely worn down, he hadn't been willing to seek them out lately. The last thing he needed was for one to backfire and trap him as a fox permanently.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Grayson watched at Vincent ate his burger, how he coated the fries in the ketchup and guacamole. He gulped, rubbing a hand over his mouth, his willpower against getting a burger himself waning. Tracking Vincent's movements as he ate, Gray forgot for a moment that he was waiting for the man's reply. Hmm? Oh. Oh! He replied, blushing furiously and dragging his gaze away from the food. We're not sure what kind yet exactly. There's speculation that they're apart of the Mayan culture, but the snapshots I saw doesn't really support that theory. I'd have to get my hands on them first to know for sure, but I could swear that the hieroglyphs have a more Asian influence. Either that or an entirely new civilization has been discovered because it doesn't look like any Mayan or Brazilian writing I've ever seen before. Again, Gray was flushing, but this time with more excitement. And I want to disprove the Mayan theory. He unwound his scarf from his neck, feeling a little too hot, shoving the fabric into his pocket. Hey, are you going to be here for a little longer? I'm starving and you're making that burger look like the best thing since sliced bread. Well, so much for restraint.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Vincent blinked a few times and glanced between Grayson and his burger, not liking how the creeper, er professor, was eyeing his food. He couldn't quite resist holding a fry and absently moving it back and forth just to see if Grayson would watch it like a starving man. Asian? he asked, frowning a bit and wondering if that was even possible. He wasn't a historian and couldn't care less about history, except when it pertained to Asian history and that damned kitsune who'd cursed him. He bit the fry in half and tried to calculate the odds of him finding a cure in Brazil of all places. Not very likely. But still... he didn't really have much to lose. Well, technically he had everything to lose, but if there was a slim chance, he may as well take it. Hm? Yeah, until I finish eating. He smirked briefly and finished off his fry.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

No, Grayson did not watch that fry being waved in front of his face. Okay, well, maybe he did. A little. Perfect. I'm starving and I was about to steal your burger, he said with an easy laugh as he stood. Wait one second and I'll be back. And yes. Asian. I'll show you the pictures after I get some food. And with that, Grayson hurried off and into the burger shop. It took barely ten minutes before Grayson returned with his meal. His own burger was huge, completely with bacon and some kind of delicious sauce that oozed out of the edges. He had onion rings instead of fries and a vanilla milkshake completed his meal. Okay. Sorry about that. I felt like I was starving to death and you weren't helping any. He gave Vincent a mock glare as he sat down. Here's the pictures, he mentioned, pulling out his phone and offering it to Vincent. That done, he dug into his meal, sighing at the delicious taste and not caring he probably has sauce smeared across his mouth.
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Vincent hummed in a way that might have been agreement and continued eating without a distraction yapping in his ear. He was half finished and licking his fingers for the umpteenth time when he caught the scent of a familiar shampoo and candy. Good evening, Hope, he said, wiping his fingers and mouth on a napkin before turning enough to straddle the bench. Behind him stood Mack's daughter, sporting a cute dress and a pout that would get even the most hardened of criminals to buy her an ice cream. You didn't come to my birthday party! she cried, stomping a foot, hands clenched at her sides. Vincent winced and sighed inwardly. Sorry, I couldn't make it. At least not as a human, he thought. I did get you something though, but you have to smile if you want it. He winked at her and grinned when she eyed him suspiciously. What is it? she asked, taking a step closer. He reached into a pocket and glanced around as if it were a secret, spying Grayson on his way back and leaning over to whisper, Magic! He sat back with a smirk and raised an eyebrow at Grayson, ignoring the glare and taking the phone. He eyed the milkshake a moment and picked up another fry, tempted to dip it into the shake and refraining as he looked at the pictures. Hope leaned against Vincent and eyed Grayson. Is he your friend? That's Grayson. And this is Hope her family runs this place, he added to Grayson, turning the phone this way and that as he studied the images. Some did have a kind of Asian look to them, but he'd much rather have actual photos to look at. Oh. She smiled at Grayson before tugging at Vincent's jacket. Where's the magic?
Thread: Unbreakable Curse [Saria and  Clementine]

Grayson had figured the girl was a friend of Vincent's so had had tried not to interrupt too much. Vincent's sudden introduction had Grayson frantically gulping down the huge bite he'd taken while simultaneously wiping his mouth clear. Pleasure, he replied a little breathlessly, giving another swallow. You're family runs a fine restaurant, he added with a smile before taking another, smaller bite of his burger. I didn't know you were into magic tricks, Vincent, Gray teased, reaching to retrieve his phone again, figuring that Vincent had seen enough. That was about as much information as Gray had on the issue until he was able to get more funding. Hopefully Vincent agreed. Gray would have asked, but he didn't want to in front of Hope.