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Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Itachi almost sighed as Sasuke knocked him to the ground, not even fighting against it, perhaps simply out of boredom, or maybe pity at Sasuke trying the same things over and over. Still, Sasuke was right about one thing, Itachi never saw that next move coming. Just as Itachi had been about to kick his brother away, he suddenly felt lips against his own, and for a moment, Itachi just froze up, layiing still with his eyes wide, before he finally kicked Sasuke away from him, Itachi scrambling to his feet. What....what the hell? He wiped at his lips with his sleeve, then looked up at Sasuke. What the hell are you doing?! Itachi was clearly off guard now, his nerve shaken.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Sasuke chuckled as he watched his brother's face. Seeing Itachi surprised was almost as great as beating him would be. He looked up at him, his eyes clouded over with some far feeling. What's wrong? You didn't like it? He tossed his head back laughing loader at him. You didn't expect that one.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Itachi frowned, clenching his fists tightly. Despite his best efforts, the older Uchiha was still shaken bby the odd experience. Sasuke....just what the hell are you thinking? Itachi, for the first time he could remember, took a defensive stance, he didn't intend to let that happen again. It seemed Itachi was prepared for Sasuke to try another kiss.....but not anything else.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Sasuke stood, smirking. I'm thinking about ways to crack you... He walked up closer to Itachi not afraid of him. He was shaken up, it might give him the upper hand now that Itachi was confused. He touched his older brother's face, Don't worry... You'll like it.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Almost immediately, Itachi slapped Sasuke's hand away from his face, frowning at his younger brother. This had ceased to be amusing, and now Sasuke was treating this like it were a game. You intend to make me crack? It would seem little brother, you have already done so.... Itachi stepped back slightly, then suddenly moved to attack Sasuke.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Sasuke laughed and jumped out of the way of the attack. He kicked at him, No, I've just finally realized what was rigth in my mind.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Sasuke....you've lost it... Itachi quickly turned, swinging a kick at his younger brother once he had dodged the attack. He wanted to end this quickly now, wanted to incapacitate Sasuke and just get away from here.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Sasuke fell on the ground from the kick and looked up at him. He laughed again, shaking his head, I... I haven't lost it... I just deserve someone just as strong, or stronger than me. He got up, wiping of the dirt and faced his brother, Come on big brother, you know you want it.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Sasuke really had lost it, Itachi shook his head slightly, it seemed that Sasuke's mind really had twisted....the hatred had pushed him too far over the edge....that hadn't been Itachi's intention. Sasuke, don't talk like that, I don't know what the hell has gotten into you but you've completely snapped He took a slight step back, deciding that it might be best not to get too close to Sasuke. Quickly, Itachi formed a few hand signs for a Fire Jutsu, then in an instant began to breath a torrent of flames right towards Sasuke, though of course, this left Itachi's back open....
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Sasuke jumped out of the way, but getting his arm burned in the process. He hissed and grabbed it before getting behind Itachi and kicking him down. He jumped on his back and smirked with Itachi pressed into the soggy ground. He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his groin against his brother's back. He licked his ear and laughed, It'll be fun. I promise... or at least, fun for me.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Itachi coughed as he hit the ground, face being covered in the wet mud. Normally he would never be caught out like this, but Sasuke's actions had thrown him totally off, the older Uchiha not able to think right or plan ahead. He could feel Sasuke rubbing against him, turning his head and growling. Get off me Sasuke....I'm warning you to stop this! It seemed that Itachi most ceertainly wasn't going to agree with this.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

To bad. Sasuke said pulling Itachi's arms behind his body so that Sasuke could easily lean on them and keep them trapped under his weight as he let his fingers pull up the back of Itachi's robe and then the shirt underneath. He kissed the flesh showing, still holding on to Itachi's arms. We don't always get what we want... I mean, I wanted a family, Sasuke hissed out, felling his hate flare up some.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Itachi actually found himself squirming, something he hadn't done in a long long time, as Sasuke started to tug his robe upwards, followed by his shirt. Itachi hissed as the heavy, sharp rain impacted against his bared and sensitive flesh, growling as he felt Sasuke kissing at it. And this is what you want? To be some psychotic pervert Sasuke? He was hoping to get Sasuke's hate to flare up far enough that it would disorient him, at least enough to escape anyway.
Thread: (Yaiocest and Zombie)

Sasuke laughed. He knew Itachi's game and what he was meaning to do, but Sasuke was not going to fall for it. He shook his head, I was just thinking of a way to pay you back for what you did to me... to have a memory that will haunt you forever. Considering that you do not have any loved ones, I think that this will be the best way to do it. He replied. He leaned his weight on Itachi's hands again as he reached between the ground and Itachi's chest to undo the robe. He worked at it for a long time before he got it completely undone and pulled it off, quickly gaining control over Itachi's hands again.
Thread: Paradise Lost (Lucid M)

Sir Alexander XIII, or Sir Heilblum, as others preferred to call him was piloting a small plane which he had rented, as he did every year about this time of year, Neko Heat, as he called it. The elders should be expecting him these days and a great feast and celebration would be awaited by his servants. The first Nekos to ever greet him personally, in bed, were the elders, but Alexander wondered if anything new had happened. The hierarchy always seemed a little bit updated once he came back, but it was always fun to experience new kitties. The elders had been changed twice before, and now who reigned were a young human equivalent to around 25 niece of the original founder, and one of the original founders. Sadly, even though he did not want to, he had not seen the past elders, they considered themselves an exile by their own. The first night was always the roughest for the elders, it was when he would let go all his stress. He was way stressed now too. He always wondered how the other corporate bullies did it without going crazy. He had this, what might the others have? Anyways, the sun was setting and the Island was in clear view. The crystal blue abyss below invited anyone to join it's arms. He saw below how some lights went on and off, the Nekos had noticed him and were preparing at the speed of light for a great landing. As usual Alexander gave the plane a loop around the Island for code that it was him. He bowed the airplane lower getting ready for one landing, as the only real asphalt road of the Island awaited his arrival. Diving in he could see all the Neko gather for his arrival, and his grin could not be anymore bigger and brighter. Alexander turned the controls so that he could land perfectly. The plane was feet of the ground with the sudden 'bump' came from a normal landing. A little harsh, but it was great all together! He pulled back on the controls to break, and let the plane descend speed as it passed the crowd on the side of the road. Once he reached the very end he unbuckled himself from the seat, and stood crouching. The plane was kind of small, and could barely contain him. He opened the door and saw his servants outside. With a great jump he emerged from within, A big 6'01 man. With short oak brown hair and still handsome. He wore a button down shirt as if he had just left a meeting, which he did, and a pair of formal black pants and shining shoes. His bright green eyes saw the many women staring back at him, and he wondered where the 'elders' were.
Thread: [Aember and Obscene]

He'd been so close. So damned close. The accounts had been drained, the money funneled into one account, and the tickets already purchased. He and Michael would have been in Italy with over four million dollars each by morning... But of course, things always had a way of blowing up in his face. Michael had done something stupid to attract police attention and his passport had been taken. When they dug a bit deeper, well, all it took was one glance at the swelling account for the officials to know what was up. Jason had been in th airport, three yards, maybe four from the plane that would have taken him, lieraly, to a better life. Now? Now he sat in the orange prison jumpsuit, his jaw length black hair pulled back mostly in a ponytail, although several strands hung free around his face. His fit figure filled out the jumpsuit nicely, his tanned skin and dark hair didn't look so bad in orange. The cuffs bit at his wrists and he was nudged down one of the dark halls by a power happy guard. A sharp kick to his lower back sent him sprawling on the filthy floor of his new cell, cuffed hands fumbling to lessen the impact. The door slammed shut and he managed to sit up, his head spinning from it's impact with the concrete. Jason was only vuagely aware of his cell mate, taking as much notice of th man as he did the bunks, the small table bolted down of course and the pathetic reeking excuse for a toilet. Shit... He swore under his breath as his vision blurred a time or two before letting him focus properly. He pulled himself to his feet, swaying slightly as he leaned against the bars. He'd never felt so completely defeated.
Thread: [Aember and Obscene]

If there was one thing that Derek liked most about prison, it was playing with the fresh meat. There was something so exhilerating about being intimidating, about taking control of someone who was-- for all intents and purposes-- defenseless, about the surge of power felt when they feared you-- genuinely. Which was why Derek was quite thrilled when he'd been informed that a new cell mate would be arriving. While he had fucked around with other fresh meat, none had been so close at hand. Talk about easy access. And he knew it would be quite the fun game, messing around with this new inmate. However, he didn't know just how fun it'd be until he saw the man. Needless to say, his new cellmate didn't look like the toughest of gangsters-- he didn't look like a gangster at all. And while looks could be deceiving, Derek highly doubted that this man, so easily floored by the guard, had killed someone. Or was violent at all. An easy catch. Rising from his laying-down position on the bottom bunk, Derek swung his legs out to touch the ground. From the waist down he was clothed in the orange jumpsuit, and the top hung unbuttoned from his waist, exposing his broad, tanned, muscular chest. He'd definitely become more built because of prision. All he did, really, was work out. So while his new cell mate was fit, Derek was nearly twice as big, which made the catch even easier. Hey, keep stumbling around here and people just might think you're the bitch, Derek goaded, his green eyes staring fixatedly at his new cell mate.
Thread: [Aember and Obscene]

Jason shot a glare at the man before he'd even spoken, almost daring him to take a step closer. As if he could do anythign about it, the guy was twice his size. Attractive, in a rugged sort of way, but his words caused Jason's glare to increase by a tenfold. If looks could kill... They'd have to be pretty stupid to make a mistake like that. He said as he resisted the urge to tackle the guy. Not that the comment had warrented enough anger to pick a fight, but after all the shit he'd been through, and the fact that it had landed him here, well... He was just itching to take it out on someone... something... anything really. Between the look the man was giving him and the comment, well, and a general knowledge of what happened to guys like him in prison, he decided avoiding the guy might be his best bet. Carefully avoiding his cellmate he moved to the end of the bed and pulled himself onto the top bunk, the cramped space between the bed and the ceiling wasn't enough for another person, muchless a fullgrown man. Hopefully he could scoot close to the wall and be left alone. If he'd let himself think about it, he'd be stuck in the damned cell for a decade at least, he couldn't avoid the man forever, and if the guy wanted something from him, there wasn't much Jason could do to prevent him from getting it, and that thought... that thought was terrifying. Of course, he stpped that train of thought at the start. He had enough to worry about without that looming over him too.
Thread: [Aember and Obscene]

Hn? Derek replied, eyeing Jason with a malicious look. He sucked on his tongue, then tilted his head to the side slightly, his eyes narrowing. Is that right? The large man sounded amused, as though he didn't believe Jason. Not a single word. Which was true. Derek knew that he could take his new cellmate in a second, and all Jason's glares and anger were all just bravado. How amusing, indeed. But, instead of acting on anything, Derek just watched as Jason pulled himself up to the top bunk. His eyes were that of a predator's watching a prey hungry, fixated, and not missing a beat. Once Jason dissapeared, Derek chuckled and leaned back in his bed, laying down once more. --- Since new prisoners were deposited in the morning and processed in the afternoon, there was only about an hour of light sleep to catch before dinner time. A sharp buzzer sounded through the cell block as the gates were opened, to allow them to walk to dinner. Derek pushed himself out of bed and, without acknowledging his roommate, he left to the cafeteria.
Thread: [Aember and Obscene]

Jason took his dear sweet time sliding out of the bed and landing neatly on the concrete, stretching and yawning, although he hadn't slept, to give Derek plenty of time to be long gone before he left the cell. Too many walls... the place had way too many walls. Of course, it -was- a prison, but cell after cell after cell as he walked down the hall to the cafeteria... would he really have to look at filthy concrete for the next ten years? The cafeteria was better, more open space at the very least, but crowded. He looked at the group of men with an inward sigh as he set a 'don't mess with me' attitude that he hoped would get people to leave him alone. The line was long and he noticed there already seemed to be an established order. The ones that feared a painful beating were futher back, and those that delivered it, well, they took the front. Jason ended up somewhere in the middle, not in the mood to pick a fight anymore, but not willing to be the 'bitch ' his cellmate had been so kind to mention. The food, if he could call it that, made him want to go back to his cell and start catching mice instead. Piles of glop resembling snot... yum. He made a point to act as if he couldn't pick his new cellmate out from the crowd, passing him on the way to a still fairly empty table without o much as a glance.
Thread: Forbidden.

Terepethia was a delightful kingdom, not too big, but it held some of the greatest history details and was one of about 5 surviving kingdoms from a world battle. The town was surrounded mostly by forest, so it wasn't exactly a well known area, but the small population was enough to make it sparkle amongst all others. The King was a great, noble man who was soon to be passing down the crown to his eldest child Lyra, she was 17 years old soon to turn 18, now that she was going to be put into much more power there were suspicions of the town's people and if they were assassins there to kidnap the new heir to the throne. The King had some of the best Knight's to be practically attached to Lyra, oh how she couldn't wait to meet her new lock down soldiers. Lyra was very mature looking for age and since her Father requested a King to wed to his daughter she had many older men propose to her, but this wasn't the life she wanted. She didn't want an arranged marriage, she wished to fall in love and marry the man she truly and dearly loved, but her Father simply laughed at this foolish idea. Lyra was naturally a harmonious person and was at peace with everyone, she was a nature lover and sometimes wandered the town's center in disguise to smell the sweet bakeries, hear the laughter of the children and feel the silken petals from the floristrys. Of course if her Father new about this she'd be in dear, grave trouble. Lyra had been woken at the usual time, 830am, dressed to perfection with her hair perked up with curls, but she thought a change for once and decided to let her hair flow loosely, and she was so fed up of the tight corsets and dresses she could barely see her feet in. She refused to let any of the woman do her make-up as last time she looked like a clown ready to perform in a rodeo show. She simply preferred a natural look. Once she was ready she hurried down to her Father's conference room to meet her new... Stalker. Even if they were there to protect her, she could never have any fun.
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Nathan had rose quickly threw the ranks in the kings army he had started out as a common foot soldier but soon achieved his knighthood after a brutal battle. From there he flew threw the ranks and was now the highest rank he could go with out someone above him retiring or dieing. Neither looked like they would happen soon and he was fine with that until the war ended. What good is a weapon with no war to be used in. He brooded and grumbled around the barracks as he waited hoping almost praying for bandit attacks. Something anything to put him back where he felt he belonged. He was only 24 when he was placed in the guard as leader of the princess guards. He pulled all his friends together for what they called tea time. They would spend their days walking around and protecting her from the non existent threats that seemed to be everywhere. They stood before the king in their armor not a bit of skin visible on any of them when their helms where on. Only Nathan stood helm free next to the king his men at full attention ready for the inspection of the princess. His hair was long and brown it seemed very well maintained as it was just that. His sister also a member of the military though much lower in rank. Demanded that he keep himself presentable as her mother would wish. His face was cleanly shaven except for the light goatee that graced his lip and chin. His deep ocean eyes seemed restless constantly darting around the room never resting for longer than a few seconds as he scanned for unseen threats.
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Lyra peeked her head around the corner, seeing men what almost, she could of sworn were actually statues. Is that what she'd be spending her whole day with? Well, at least she'd be spending her whole day with one of them, the rest would just aimlessly wander round the palace waiting for something exciting to happen. My life just got a whole lot better.. She sighed sarcastically to herself before getting a little shove from her younger Brother Sai who was only just about turning the age of 10, he actually had a life though. He could go out, visit the people, make friends, even stay over their house sometimes.. But that's only because no one knew that he was actually a belonging to our royal family. Ah, Lyra, my Daughter. Her Father called out, Come in, come in. Do not stand out there dawdling like a child. People of course laughed at this so called joke, but only because her Father laughed. If he were to do something, they'd all follow like voo-doo dolls. If he were to speak of something, it was to be placed in front of him instantly, without another word. He truly did get everything, and for what? Sitting around all day for the good of nothing. That's something Lyra could not do. Oh, but I am a child.. She mumbled to herself, giving a quick bow of the head and an easily faked, yet brilliant smile to lighten up the room. So which one of you is gonna' stalk me for these days, eh. She laughed a little, but her Father gave somewhat of a grumble and tapped her on the arm, Such a joker she is.. Don't mind her. Her Father commented awkwardly trying to cover up what she'd just said. Her eyes had wandered off through out her Fathers boring, everyday lecture until she realized that her body had been drawn to another person's, well, her Father as usual dragged her. Evening. She smiled, curtsying to the man who had the bluest eyes that could almost pierce right through you. It's a pleasure to have you in the palace, I won't be too much hassle, I promise. She laughed a little before her Father's voice took over as he explained the schedule. It's not like he even needed one. 'Follow the Princess.' The End was all he needed.
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Normally when the king would laugh the room with fill with laughter. Nathan and his men however remained stoic it was their trade mark. They almost never showed emotion even when a brother fell in battle. Nathan nodded as the king went threw the introductions and he smiled politely as she was lead over to him. Well at least she is quite the lovely girl. I will have something to look at while I am being an over paid nanny. He was bitter the man who assigned him and his men this detail had never spent a minuet on a battle field. Every man in his command deserved his rank more then him. He nodded softly as the king went threw the schedule it all appeared to be in order with little time unaccounted for. Princess I am Captain Nathan Marks I will be in charge of your guard, and it will be myself at your side threw out the day. The remainder of my team will serve as support on longer trips and night watch. He stepped forward and bowed deeply waiting for the princess to acknowledge him and his unit. We will only be wearing this armor on special occasions. We will be less obvious from this point on. He waited for her to dismiss them so that his men could go and change. He had 4 men who needed start a new sleep schedule immediately.
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Lyra leaned forward a little as he spoke to whisper, You may call me Lyra, I prefer it. In fact... It's an order to call me Lyra. At least when my Father's not around. She pulled away giving a bow of the head to each of the men to dismiss them. How they all kept their tight posture and deadly serious faces she didn't know, half of them looked like they were about to drop on the floor into an endless sleep. It must be hell.. She said to herself, following on behind the men, Ah.. Captain.. Nathan, whatever you wish me to address you as.. Once you're done with you're personals I'll be out in the palace gardens, they're not too hard to find. She smiled gracefully holding her dress up slightly as she paced down the hallways toward the palace Gardens. The Gardens was her favorite place in the entire palace. There were often even a few animals that appeared there sometimes which she absolutely adored, especially feeding them. But most of all she melted hearing the tunes that the birds would whistle as she sat in the center of the Garden, hidden by flowers which had grown to almost a scary height. She always had memories of when she was little, Lyra and her Mother coming out to have tea and cakes.. It was almost a heart-breaking experience when her Father said he was thinking to get rid of the Gardens. But Lyra knew why.. Too many memories of her Mother who was killed by an Assassin when a battle took place. That's why he's so protective over everything else, he can't afford to lose another in his heart. Peaceful, alone.. For now. She sighed, spreading herself out onto the bare grass patch before laying down. Her eyes followed each cloud that passed, spotting for unusual shapes. She began to hum along to the birds sweet melody's, almost taking her to another place.