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Thread: The New Pet (Rayn_Chain & NightStalker73au)

Sitting on the floor next to him she smiled and accepted the food, eating carefully and tried to not make a scene as she ate, but it had been a very long time since she had been given real food, let alone something that actually had flavor to it, so she took her time eating and tasting every last bit of it. She remained silent as she looked up at him, finished with her food and out of habit she moved over to him and leaned her head on his knee, her hands running along his leg and down his calf gently as she remained there near him, this being one of her favorite positions, not with any perverted thoughts in mind, but merely to show affection and trust to him. g2g for now, I will reply tomorrow morning.
Thread: ~Chokuro~ Sleepover ~NaoChan~

Sixteen year old, Hotaru, knew that it was childish to still have sleepovers, but it was summer break and it wasn't like he would be able to see his friend everyday like he did during school. And his parents were not home this weekend, so it was a good idea. And his friend didn't seem to mind it anyway. His mother made sure that they had enough soda, water, and food to eat for the weekend. She had even gave him twenty dollars in case he wanted pizza or something. Now, the browned eye brunette was waiting for his friend to show up. He leaned back against the couch, his hands folded on his stomach as he waited. He put his feet on the coffee table in front of him and let out a slow breath. He hoped that this weekend would be fun. He just got his PlayStation 3 with a couple new games, so they wouldn't be bored, hopefully.
Thread: ~Chokuro~ Sleepover ~NaoChan~

Demetri was excited. He got to spend the night - possibly weekend - with his best friend, Hotaru. He knew that many would think he was strange for sleeping over, yet alone being excited - especially when there was no booze involved - but he loved to spend time with his friend! he greatly loved to. He always had such great fun with him and he always got little butterflies in his stomach whenever he was close to him. He did not really understand why he always had butterflies, but well, he tended to not think much on it. He did not really want to, he merely wanted to just hang out with him and have fun. Walking up to his house, he smiled. Slinging his bag over his shoulder a little more, he opened the door and moved inside, spotting his friend near the television and he grinned. HONEY! I'm hooome. he chimed, closing the door behind him and walking toward the other teen.
Thread: ~Chokuro~ Sleepover ~NaoChan~

Hotaru looked up at Demetri when he walked into the room and he couldn't help the odd feeling in his chest. He pushed it aside and rolled his eyes a little bit at his friend. You are so weird, he said, shaking his head a little bit. Come on, I set up my PS3 in my bedroom. I was thinking we can play for a while. Unless you are hungry. Mom made sure we had plenty to eat this weekend, he said with a grin. Tons of snacks and the like. He was very glad to be able to spend the whole weekend with his best friend. They were going to have loads of fun.
Thread: ~Chokuro~ Sleepover ~NaoChan~

Demetri chuckled at his friend's words, shaking his head a bit. Nah. I'm not hungry. he commented, taking up his bag on his shoulder once more, he made his way up the stairs and to the other's bedroom. He tossed his bag in a corner before falling face-first into his bed. He groaned and nuzzled into the pillows and cushiony-goodness that was there. Mm ... Lovely. He mumbled, taking in the scent of his best friend and turning a very light pink. It was far too nice of a scent.He must just be a freak -- thinking his best friend smelled nice.
Thread: ~Chokuro~ Sleepover ~NaoChan~

Hotaru tilted his head to the side as he watched his friend plant himself face-first into his bed. He bit his lip and then turned a bright, bright red. He couldn't help but admire Demetri's backside. His friend had a nice bottom. He took in a deep breath to calm down and moved to sit on the bed when he felt the redness start to disappear. Well, then. We'll just share a bed tonight since you seem to like it so much, he said with a small laugh and shook his head a little bit at him. Generally, Hotaru pulled out an air mattress for Demetri....but a weird, foreign part of him wanted to sleep in the same bed as Demetri..he couldn't understand it.
Thread: ~Chokuro~ Sleepover ~NaoChan~

Demetri lifted his head, looking over at the teen beside him, arching a brow at the man and his words. Share the bed? He looked over the mattress a bit and nodded. All right. he agreed, hopping off the bed and starting up the game. Bending over and wiggling his rear a little while he pushed all the buttons on. He then took the controller and flopped against the side of the bed, pressing a few buttons to get the game going. he then turned to look at the boy beside him. Are you gunna play?
Thread: ~Chokuro~ Sleepover ~NaoChan~

Hotaru looked away with a small blush on his cheeks as he wiggled his ass in front of him. He raised his eyebrow at his question. Of course I am, he said, shaking his head a little bit as he got up to get the other controller and then lay on his stomach on his bed with, moving a little bit so that he didn't crush himself. That would hurt and he didn't want to be in that kind of pain. Prepare to get your ass kicked, Demetri. I've been practicing, he said with a grin.
Thread: ~Chokuro~ Sleepover ~NaoChan~

Probably not enough to beat me, though. He teased with a chuckle. His sapphire eyes sparkled as he stared at the screen, already beginning to game and having far too much fun playing and trying to beat him to truly, deeply, think about the man behind him. Of course, he did every so often. Like when he would move and the sheets would flutter. Or if his player did something ridiculous. or when his breathing got just a bit too close to him. Yep. He definitely knew about him at those times. He tried desperately to ignore them, but his attempts really were not working all too well.
Thread: ~Chokuro~ Sleepover ~NaoChan~

Hotaru couldn't help but laugh as they fought against each, trying to kill the other player and win. In the end though, Demetri was still the better player and ended up killing him and all of the computer players on his team. One of these days, Deme, I am going to beat you! he said, shaking his head as sat up to stretch his arms over his head. I'm thirsty now, from all the laughing and yelling, he said with a small laugh as he made a move to get off the bed. Do you want anything? he asked curiously, tilting his head to the side.
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

She didn't know what she was doing here, okay she knew what she was doing here but Onica was starting to have second thoughts. It sounded good at the time, the program sounded easy and it would help her with her dream of being a military officer after she was done with collage. After all it was just for the summer, how hard could it be? Bright eyes looking out the dark windows of the bus as they pulled into the main gate of some base in the middle of no where. It was late, closer to about one in the morning. Everyone was tired but did not sleep. Waiting to see everything they got them selves into. The bus a large mix of males and females from every background. Onica's background was not that of fame and riches. She came from a middle class working family, but most thought she had gotten to collage on her looks alone...the same with her grades. Earthen hued bangs framed a gorgeous face that harbored hazel eyes. Cross keeps a slender body yet fit that held curves in all the right places, muscles present but not seen. An elegant hourglass figure topped with an ample, yet modest, bust. Her skin was lightly kissed by sun to give it a warm glow even though she rarely went tanning. But the truth was she was rather smart and just as cleaver, working hard to get to where she was now. Her aggressive nature, gotten in her fight to pull herself out of that shit hole home town of hers, put her off as rude, a suck up and with illusions of grandeur. Her natural cocky, sarcastic, and arrogant personalty often putting her spots where she didn't want to be. The bus would come to a stop not long after entering the gate, the door opening and everyone on the bus growing quite. You could hear a pin drop it someone dared to drop one. A talk dark finger entering the bus and talking to the bus driver before turning to face them.
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

The drill sergeant marched stiffly up the stairs of the bus then snapped off a a left face, turning to face his new charges. I will put this simply I am going to give you the order 'dismount vehicle' you will remain sitting until I exit the but, then you will all stand, and in an orderly manner get off my bus and form up on me. Dismount vehicle! He snapped before executing a right face and walking off the bus and standing at the position of attention on the parade ground. Another fucking miserable two weeks were ahead, trying to get these lazy officer cadet fucks to get up before ten in the morning would kill him on of these days. After his assistants had gotten the idiots in front of him into a semblance of formation, SFC Young began I am Drill Instructor Young. You will address me as sir, or drill sergeant is that understood? I am responsible for you for the next five weeks. You will listen to what I say and do it when I say it. ACUs will be issued tomorrow. You'll sleep in your PT gear and then report at 0530 hours for morning PT. Breakfast is at 0730. Then classes for the rest of the morning. And the good news we have a drill planned for tomorrow afternoon. Now go get some sleep. Barracks are mixed gender, and if I catch any of you out of your bed I will run you both until you both puke out a lung. Fall out!
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Onica could not help but laugh at a few girls that where dressed in high hills, mini-skirts and dress blouses. Watching how they tripped down the bus stairs or how they pranced over to the so called formation. Herself dressed in blue jeans, a t-shirt and running shoes. A coat tied around her hip making her stand out from the other females. Making sure she stood out as she passed them and said, You know when they said to dress in appropriate civilian attire they did not mean 'Dress like your going to a night club because were going to party all summer.' Not that she wanted to stand out but she just could not hold her tongue as the girls eyed her then then person standing behind her. Turning around only to bump into one of the Drill Instructors which caused her to jump in the air. Doing her best to look somewhat lost and try and wiggle her ass into the formation before the pointed her out. It seemed to work...or at less until she thought it worked. Listening to what DI Young was saying and falling out when he told the platoon to do so. Only to see the ID she bumped into walk up and start talking to this Young guy would looked to be guy in charge.
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Young nodded and strode to where the perpetrator stoop. Cadet, fall out. Sergeant Deady, take command of the unit. The tiny woman had the cadets heading toward the PT gear in a matter of seconds. Cadet, why is it that you pushed past one of my Drill Sergeants? All you had to do was get into formation, assume the position of attention and shut up, does that strike you as particularly difficult or are you just stupid? It doesn't matter. Tomorrow we're doing PT away from the rest of the group, and I'll teach you how to obey orders, is that clear? Good. Now go get your PT gear and get to the rack. Yougn turned abruptly, walked away and began conversing with the other Drill Sergeants, indicating that Onica seemed to be shaping up as a trouble maker. Sorry that's trash but I've got a gig I gotta run tomorrow so I'm going to bed.
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

All she could do was stand there as she was called out of the group and yelled at. The girls that she had insulated giggling at her before following the other DI to where they would be staying, half of them already getting on the better side of the guys in the group. But then when you wore skirts that did not cover much it was hard not to get on the good side of a guy. Her mouth opening and closing with out a word as Head DI tore her a new ass hole. This was already turning into a mistake she could see it now. She was already on the Drill Sergeants' hit list and thanks to her comment to the other females in the group half the platoon would hate her by the time she woke up in the morning. Not that she really cared, it was only one summer right and what was the worse they could do to her? Eyes kinda narrowed and her parade rest kinda on the lazy side as she put almost all her wait on her right leg....at less her hands where behind her back. Waiting until the guy got out her face before she said something to herself, Fuck me already, this is going to be so fun I can see it now. Turing as she said it, making her way to where they would be staying. Taking no time to get her PT gear and hit the rack.
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Tomorrow your bearing had better be fucking perfect or I will PT you until you die! The senior NCO called after her and turned back to his assistants, leading them to the conference room where the next day's plans were reviewed and finalized, afterwards Young headed to his barracks and got some sorely needed sleep. The next morning he rose before the sun as usual and with his assistants in tow stormed into the cadets' rooms, one of the other drill sergeants calling to get out of bed. Once all cadets were awake and ready for morning PT they were jogged out, leaving Young alone with the single student not in PT gear. Onica, tell me, exactly, in detail, why you are not in your PT gear.
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Oh she had a story, and what a story it was. Really she didn't have that much of a story at all. When she got to the the barracks all her gear was well gone. And that's what she told drill sergeant Young. Knowing all to well she was going to get yell at even more, or at less that's the feeling she had in her gut. Her gut was also telling her who took her gear, but she was not going to rat out the girls, not yet anyway. The only words coming out of her mouth after she finished her story I swear its all gone Sir. Voice holding a slightly cocky tone to it, even if it was more or less blank. Trying to keep her bearing as she stood at parade rest, hands clasped behind her back for the most part. Even if the idea of the other girl's taking her gear made her fist ball up.
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Well then, if you don't have PT gear and we're not issuing anymore, you'll just have to PT in what you have. And since we don't let anyone PT out of uniform, I guess that mean you have nothing. Strip. Now. Don't make me say it again, it will only be worse for you. Young would use this one as an example to the rest on proper discipline, then he'd figure who had taken her gear, or which of his subordinates had fucked up and give them the same treatment. In the time Onica had been talking to Young the platoon had warmed up and started on their run.
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

She could not hold it. No all bearing was lost with his last few words, You want me to what? Your out of your fucking mind....I didn't sign up to be your personal stripper. I don't know don't they have clubs like that out in town or something? It was clear she was not going to lower herself for him. Now standing with her arms crossed over her chest, legs brought in closer together. No I PT like this or you can kiss my ass. I would tell you to suck it but I'm not kinky like that. It was not like she was paying them for their time. She had signed the paper because she was asked to. Told that it would be good training and look good when it came time to join the military after she was done with collage. Look good for when she was ready to be an officer.
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Alright then, let's PT. Young led her out into the sweltering Georgian summer heat where a pit had been dug out, filled with water and then had half of the red mud excavated from is dumped back in. The rest had been piled around the edges. The pit was about forty feet square and two and a half feet deep, filled with clinging mud. A wooden platform was raised at one end of the pit. Young stepped onto the platform and pointed to a spot in front of them. You wanted to PT? Form up on me!
Thread: Officer Program (Onica and OverlordMatt)

She followed, the heat making her clothes cling to her body at once. Sweat already on her brow as she followed him to the pit. Looking into it first before moving in front of DI Young. Not sure what was about to happen, and not really liking what thoughts came into her head. Nor did she trust her back being to the pit and the DI that stood before her. This trip was turning out to be the biggest fuck up of her life. Wanting to kick herself right then and there for signing away three months of her life.
Thread: The Songs Are No More (Chantho/Misanthropic)

Damien smiled at Ezra. He remembered when they were younger and had had more fun. They had been pretty odd together, especially that time Ezra had traded him a Blind Mag first edition cd to pose nude for a few sketches for a week. They had been teens and Damien had almost thought it was going to lead to some odd pornographic story but Ezra had just needed to work on his art. Nothing had come of it. He also remembered the accident and wishing so badly that he was a doctor so he could perform the operation. He had been as shocked as Ezra to find his coworker in the Warrior Surgeon ranks. He had thought they would get to see more of each other, yet they had just grown apart. Perhaps it had been because of what they knew each other did. Perhaps it was because both of them were honored guests at the parties. Ezra was used to make sure Damien's surgery was aesthetically pleasing and made sure that he took no liberties with the corpses and victims for the guests. Perhaps it was just hard to look someone in the eye that you knew knew your own dark secrets. It could also be the fact that neither of them had much free time at all thanks to their debts. I have to prepare for the party tomorrow. I...I think you'll be there too. You know, if we ever get some time off we should hang out again. Did you hear they rebuilt that old golf and arcade place we used to hang out at? New owners but I bet it has some of the old nostalgia. Of course they hadn't gone to that since they were both in their teens. The place had been shut down when the owner killed his wife who had been supplying the young kids with illegal zydrate. He had gone to jail, the place foreclosed, and there was nothing left. Damien still felt awkward. He walked by Ezra, his own clothes now missing as he decided on a shower. He was lucky in that he had never gotten as roughed up as Ezra, so far. He had a few scars of course, everyone in their line of work did after two weeks, but his body looked more whole. He also had no surgical marks at all. He was one of the rare few people who had never gone under the knife. He had his own tonsils, he had his wisdom teeth, he had everything. He just had never decided to get anything. I-I guess I'll see you later, okay pal? This was another reason he hated the people he owed money. He and Ezra used to be the best of friends. Sure they were the odd couple, but they still had each other. Now, with those debauched parties and over worked hours, they almost never got to see one another outside repo work or preparing for the parties. The both could obviously use someone to talk to now. The job didn't come with a counselor, which made turn over more profitable.
Thread: The Songs Are No More (Chantho/Misanthropic)

Ezra smiled tightly and nodded back as e slammed the door to his locker shut. He had to admire how the doctor tried to keep things cordial in light of their situations. That sounds nice Damien. I'll call you sometime. An empty promise. He never called anyone. The truth was, doing this job had changed Ezra. He'd become withdrawn where as he'd once been friendly and outgoing. Meeting new people had been exciting, but now there was no telling when he'd run into a target in a shop or on the street. There was no point in getting close to someone you might have to kill later. This revelation made any kind of interaction outside of work very unappealing, Most of Ezra's spare time was spent painting and tinkering with his arm. It was impossible for him to look at a person as anything other than a victim or a monster no gray area existed. Except for Damien. Damien teetered on the line separating black from white, because Ezra knew him. He knew the other wasn't like the Largos. He didn't enjoy killing or preforming fatal surgeries for audiences too jaded to appreciate simple pleasures. He was just another guy who'd fallen on bad times with only one way out. Geneco. After a few minutes passed Ezra followed his friend's path to the elevator, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Repo lockers were located six stories beneath Geneco headquarters. Far enough that the modern day bogeymen were out of sight and out of mind. People weren't supposed to think about what they could lose whenever they looked at the monolithic structure. They were supposed to see possibilities. Leaning against the cold metal wall, the blonde pressed the button for his floor. Entertainment and Advertising were thirty seven stories up. That would give Ezra plenty of time to work out what to do about Damien. The doors slid shut and he pulled a small notebook from his bag, flipping past opera set designs and costumes for Mag til he found a blank page. When would he be available? ...Tomorrow? No, tomorrow was the party, he didn't like to socialize after those. The day after he had three marks overdue for payment and Thursday they were launching a new line of face implants. ...Friday could work. Ezra tapped the pen on the notebook and chewed at his lower lip nervously. It had been so long. What would they even talk about? He could always ask Damien to pose for him again. He hadn't done any portraits in a while. The thought brought a faint smile to his lips. The other had been so fidgety the first time he'd been asked to pose, he'd found it immensely funny then. Perhaps this was a good idea after all. A polite ding announced to Ezra he'd reached his destination. He sighed and closed the book. Pavi was waiting, Amber too if she saw fit to show up this time. Personally he hoped she didn't. He could only design so many clothes for her, only paint her so many times before the so called Face of Geneco began to make him sick. Though she wasn't much worse than he creep of a brother. At least he didn't have to deal with Luigi in all of this. The man was a psychopath.