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Post by "Unfettered" on May 6, 2012 1:47:49 GMT -8
Personal Inspection "Unfettered" would never obtain that basket. He would stand at another table, coolly watching over Vincent. Quietly, the German made sure not to disturb the man, watching discard after discard of things that evidentally ended up being the man's, including a broken laptop, some strange book, a now obsolete wallet...
...Just watching the man slowly, bit by bit, throw away everything. Finally, Vincent looked up at "Unfettered" with a look in his eyes that the German found to be somewhat... Aged? Matured? Developed? The eyes were different.“I changed my mind. I don’t need any of this.” From where he stood, the German slowly put the basket down onto the table "Unfettered" had picked it up from. His eye went over to the many useless dollar bills that had fluttered down, the materialistic anchors that had been expelled from all of their lives not too long ago. "Unfettered" walked on over, around to Vincent, before pulling up a chair to his compatriot, a concerned look on his eye as he tilted his head forward to not look down the crook of his nose."Du are certain? Ve do not know if or when ze Government might swoop back in here vith their fully trained troops und reestablish ze economy, reestablish order."...There was a curl of a smile that hinted at the edges at the German's lips. With so much uncertainty, this was highly possible until more facts could be confirmed to state for or otherwise for. "Unfettered," however, was holding back. He was not playing a silly little game, but rather testing this... new Vincent. Seeing how the man he had (dare he say) befriended only not so long ago since that fateful day had grown and the decisions he had come to terms with himself.
It was the German's way of saying... "hello." |
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Post by Vincent. on May 6, 2012 8:09:17 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Meeting at the Point of No Return[/shadow]
Vincent turned his back on the pile of junk, leaning against the table with his hands on the edge. The man tilted his head toward the floor and let his pensive gaze rest there while he reached up to take his cap off. He set it just behind him, crowning the pile, and ran his fingers lightly through his white hair to restore its natural lift.
"...Doesn't matter. Even if things do turn back, Vespyr and I won't."
Vincent dropped his hand back to the table's edge and flicked his gaze up to regard "Unfettered" with a slight but sincere hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. It wasn't with remorse that he'd given up his prior lifestyle. Not entirely, at least; there was still one thing that was a pain to leave behind. But as for everything else, Vincent found himself uncharacteristically relieved to let go.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 12, 2012 21:26:24 GMT -8
Recognition "...Doesn't matter. Even if things do turn back, Vespyr and I won't."At this, "Unfettered" stopped moving, pausing completely as he looked over at Vincent, considering the man. He would look over at Vincent, motionless at first before he would begin to nod, slowly, deliberately... a smile creeping onto his face. He would walk to Vincent's flank in a very deliberate manner."Ich love how much du have grown," he stated very seriously... very admiringly. |
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Post by Vincent. on May 12, 2012 21:54:34 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Yes, And?...[/shadow]
Vincent watched, with care, every movement the German made; every subtle change in his face. He could not help but let his sights drop from the man’s captivating blue eye to the rest of his lean, uniformed figure for just a moment—a sly once-over—before “Unfettered” took the first step toward him. Vincent became aware of his own heart beating for a moment but was distracted again by the very thing that had awakened it. His sidelong gaze did not waver as the German spoke, but a well-timed pause after the silence set in his violet eyes slid to focus straight ahead of him. His pale face betrayed nothing of what could possibly have been on his mind except for the subtle hint of a grin at the utmost corner of his lips; he seemed not to bother hiding the fact that he was… hiding.
“…So, was that all you had to show me in here?”
Changing the subject… or was he? As he spoke, he may or may not have tilted his head back and away to a very discreet degree.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 12, 2012 22:02:02 GMT -8
On Discussion “…So, was that all you had to show me in here?”Vincent would elicit a chuckle from "Unfettered" who would grin a little more broadly at things hidden and things not hidden. The German would take an extra step towards him and slyly put his hand on his compatriot's shoulder."Vy, of course not," the German said, massaging the shoulder a little roughly."There is still an... exchange of information," he would say , sliding his hand slowly behind the base of Vincent's neck,[/i] "Und much in ze terms of... tactics."His hand would begin to massage a little higher, his thumb reaching for the opposite ear, just to swirl his thumb on it... a little. |
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Post by Vincent. on May 12, 2012 22:22:57 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]An Invitation[/shadow]
Instinctively, Vincent’s shoulders jumped a little at the man’s touch… but after a moment, they gradually sunk back into a state of almost relaxation. It wasn’t… that easy to overcome one’s inherent shyness, despite how bad he secretly wanted to be touched after all. But Vincent was trying.
He was trying so hard.
As the man’s fingers grazed the back of his neck and traveled up to his ear, tension and chills coursed like static through Vincent’s shoulders and down his spine. The sensation caught him somewhat off-guard and he had to close his eyes. His shoulders trembled ever-so-slightly as he struggled to keep them from jolting upward like he was so used to… “Unfettered” never failed to test and completely obliterate his boundaries.
“…Then show me.”
Vincent spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 12, 2012 23:05:41 GMT -8
A German's Reaching Arms "Unfettered's" hand would press into the canal of Vincent's ear as The German slipped his other hand into the flap of his uniform, rustling through some papers, flourishing them out on the desk in front of Vincent. He would step in front of Vincent completely so that the hand he kept stroking by the side of Vincent's face could more easily slide down the front of Vincent's uniform, resting over his stomach, straddle-standing between his legs. With his other hand, he would point his hand over Vincent's shoulder, lightly resting his elbow on the nape of the man's neck rather playfully as he would lean his head to rest on the opposing side.
What Vincent would see, if he turned around, was titled in large, bold font in front of him was a document titled "The Strong Front Plan." What was detailed in the description below in the stapled document, read onto including---"---Mostly a show of force by Crows.
"Ve vould ride our motorcycle outfitted scouts into bordering Barker territories und throw pamphlets about, in a declaration of war against Barker.
"By identifying Barker as the villain with the otherwise unaffiliated, ze populace will have a target to take aim of their hatred. This may lead to riots which will create openings in Barker's defenses for Crows to take control of.
"It will also serve as a gamble to incense the patrols of Barker, perhaps forcing him to pull away troops from his more established frontiers und focus them more around ze Crows border, where ve shall play ze turtling game.
"...All of zis vill allow Rogues to expand... und perhaps allow us to pincer an otherwise unaware Barker forces, which will lead to important morale und militaristic victories.
"This will require Crows und ze rioters to take ze brunt of Barker. But only vith your cooperation can zis plan, these skirmishes truly be made to succeed," he went on, undoing the buttons on the front of Vincent's flap... reaching his hand into the inside of the front."Ve shall give Barker something to gorge himself on," he said, as he buried his nose into Vincent's hair, inhaling lightly at first... and then a little more deeply."Like long arms, ve shall stretch out," the German stated, fervor filling his speech as he stretched the reach of his fingers down, taking hold of the side of--- "Ze core of his forces, trapped into a firm grasp..."He squeezed."But ve need to know your forces would act, to maximize... efficiency." he would breathe heatedly, quietly, his tongue perhaps licking lightly into Vincent's ear as he took in the man's scent. |
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Post by Vincent. on May 13, 2012 0:31:04 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Vagueness is Key[/shadow]
At the sound of the papers withdrawn, Vincent’s eyes opened and he slowly turned his attention to them, turning his head and eyes to the side with mute curiosity. He did not, therefore, see the German move closer and he froze mid-breath as the man’s hand travelled lower and a sudden weight appeared on his left shoulder. While “Unfettered”’s warm breath lightly grazed his neck, Vincent held his own but he did not yet tear his eyes from the paper on the desk. He listened as carefully as he could as “Unfettered” voiced the plan but half his mind was definitely elsewhere.
...Particularly at his chest, where he felt the German’s fingers at work. Vincent closed his eyes again and held back a small shudder as the man’s hand slipped into his coat. Despite his excitement, the touch and proximity still brought the instinctive pangs of invasiveness, near to the outright feelings of dreaded violation which Vincent had, in a sick way, come to take wan masochistic delight in. His body trembled so faintly as the other man’s breath moved up into his hair, into his skull, terribly close. All he had to do was turn, and… but he didn’t. He was frozen. “Unfettered”’s travelling hand stalled him in utter anticipation. Vincent’s breaths were slow, quiet, shaky.
And then he gasped, sharply, his eyelids fluttering open for a moment before closing tight again. His entire body stiffened and his hands gripped the table’s edge as if to break it. His trembling would grow more noticeable… before subsiding gradually, as Vincent overcame them little by little with reassurances of the trust he had been building. His right hand unclenched and moved slowly over to “Unfettered”’s waist, resting their lightly, then developing a firmer grip… pulling him closer.
Hardly a moment passed and Vincent was biting his lip to keep from gasping again as hot breath and a tongue graced his ear. He flinched at the sensation and then shivered quietly, as more chills shot down his spine. He had hardly heard what “Unfettered” even said, but answered…
“…Yes…”
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 13, 2012 0:43:03 GMT -8
Details, Bitte~ “…Yes…”The German smiled in wicked delight. His fingers would swirl around as he bit lightly into the top of Vincent's ear."Wunderbar. Ja, how?" "Unfettered" would heated, low whisper, as though someone would walk in on them at any moment and discover where the Zero's hand was reaching for and reveal all their secret plans and their... "secret plans" prematurely. |
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Post by Vincent. on May 13, 2012 1:04:40 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Zap[/shadow]
Unable to hold it back, Vincent stopped biting his lip and let out a staccatoed breath like some sort of reverse gasp. He shivered like the room had just dropped a few dozen degrees in temperatire.
“…W-what…” Vincent whispered, almost silent, having already forgotten what he’d just said moments prior. His brain was beginning to malfunction a little; evidently something in him was in the process of breaking down. Still spacing out, he turned his face a little forward, toward “Unfettered”, but not all the way. His eyes were still closed. His right hand clutched the black fabric at the German’s waist and his left hand was making up its mind to join in on the other side.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 14, 2012 13:18:03 GMT -8
A Knack For Knacking “…W-what…”The German smiled. Roughly, he would press himself away from Vincent. He would walk away to his side, rounding the tables."Vith all due respect, Commander, Ich need du to focus und stay in ze present," the German would say as he went about to locking the only door to the room.
He would turn to Vincent, still smiling, his eye glinting mischievously."Rogues. How might we come to an arrangement? Ist there anything du are seeking? How might we expect Rogues to cooperate vith us?"He would walk back over to Vincent again, narrowing his eye as he pressed his left leg deliberately between his compatriot's legs, rubbing at Vincent's inner thighs."Vat do du need to know?" the German could ask clawing at the man's collar.
"Vat do du want." |
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Post by Vincent. on May 14, 2012 14:06:26 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Not A Lost Cause[/shadow]
Vincent’s left hand brushed only air and slunk back to the table’s edge, his violet eyes opening abruptly. His now empty right hand closed slowly and retreated also, as the corner of his mouth twitched up in a faintly bemused grin. Warmth crept into his cheeks and he followed the sly German with a quiet gaze.
“…As long as a safe distance is kept from the border, you will have no quarrel with Rogues. To gain their trust and cooperation, however… will not be so easy.”
Vincent took a deep, excited breath as the other man’s weight pressed comfortably into him if he were about to embark on some long-winded explanation of how Rogues and Crows might come to play well together, but he only kept his mouth shut and hummed out the breath very quietly to himself, his eyes closing. Embracing the moment. Thinking. His mind and his body struggled against another in a dichotomy of business, and… business.
“…The Rogues don’t want what you want. The war against Barker doesn’t interest them; they’re too self-involved and in the confines of our territory, Barker doesn’t affect them. Not yet.”
Vincent’s voice struggled to stay at a normal, casual level, and kept slipping down to a near whisper.
“…They are not motivated by dreams of valor, peace…”
Slowly, Vincent leaned in, whispering into the German’s neck. His hands slunk back to the man’s waist.
“…But realities of violence, chaos…”
Careful fingers gently smoothing over the fabric of the German’s uniform became stronger, his hands firmly gripping the man’s body for a moment before relaxing again almost hesitantly. His lips would graze the left side of “Unfettered”’s neck, slowly breathing warmth onto it and breathing warmth and the man’s scent in. He would place light, languid kisses along lithe muscle of the German’s neck, ending at his ear, where his lips would linger just a breath away.
“…You may be able to win them over with promises of vengeance, but even then… I can’t speak for them. They are not my people; they are nobody’s people. I can only speak for myself…”
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 14, 2012 15:22:59 GMT -8
Unveiling Silently, "Unfettered's" smile turned more sincere, craving. His mind may have been preoccupied, but his focus on Vincent's words was still straight and true, backed with years of experience. His long fingers would snake down the man's thigh, one hand after the other stroking down its lengths as he loosened it up slowly.
He had been anticipating most of these potential wants and needs of Rogues. Vespyr was naturally secretive and an isolationist by nature and the personality of her organization matched down to a "T." It was never in Vespyr's nature to want peace or put an end to the suffering. Instead, the fact that she created an organization in lieu of the world that they were in now was probably a statement of the fact of how just how much she was enjoying all of this.
The German smiled, considering all these, moaning quietly under Vincent's hot breath and his reaching hands at base of the small of his back, and with great will chuckled a little. As though they were exchanging secrets, the German would lean in closer to his compatriot, letting out little lustful groans from the weeks of longing, pressing slightly higher and higher with every little sweet kiss upon his neck, and listen to the rest of Vincent's... suggestions.
His hands would wash over the man's front, massaging the pecs roughly before reaching down at his abs, his fingers inching dangerously down as his knee began to rock from side to side against Vincent. The German would turn his head to quickly give a little nip at the edge of the man's lobe, whispering his intents.
"Easily done. Easily done.
"If we ever become bordering neighbors, it will be a simple matter of taping off your territory as part of a heavily-destroyed region. Any und all disappearances that occur there will be blamed purely on faulty gas lines und infrastructure hazards.
"Where has the government gone? Why has there been no attempts to contact us, to reassure us? Ich tell du this, Vincent, we may be in ze worst of times... und ze very best. For now, the world we currently experience has been broken down into a simple territory game, mongering for power and soldiers. The vill be no issue with borders und territories if Rogues can simply expand everywhere, using their traveling networks to create simple little cells.
"Mein point: If things are as bad as things are beginning to appear, then all of us will never have peace, the stemmed tied of chaos will run prevalent for decades.
"Crows will be the symbol of order, taking in ze refugees, be ze public face. Rogues will be free to flood our territories vith their unwanted people und refugees und focus on their specialization und their way of life. Since our enemies are mutual but both organizations work towards differing goals, this relationship will prove to be symbiotic und useful to both our respective forces.
"Und ze more people Rogues... 'disappear,' ze less mouths ve shall have to feed---" he said as he progressively as he slowly had begun biting more and more of the man's ear, pressing their foreheads against one another... and perhaps attempting to feed his tongue in-between Vincent's lips.
"Du are a commander," the German would say as he would press the tips of their noses against one another.
"If there ist anything Ich can do to make our relationship more favorable, Ich am open ears und open mind," whispered the German, as he would slip his hands down Vincent's chest to open Vincent's zipper.
"Now ze question ist... how do ve get to sat point?"
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Post by Vincent. on May 14, 2012 16:05:14 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]In Case of Eavesdroppers[/shadow]
There was only one thing left to say on the matter.
Vincent’s gaze dropped from the German’s eye to his tongue, and then slid back up again as a coy smile crept across his lips. Without breaking his gaze, the man tilted his head subtly to the left and moved to close the distance between their lips, whispering…
“******* **** ***.”
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 14, 2012 16:45:14 GMT -8
...For Dinner The German leaned in closely to listen to Vincent. He smiled, nodding..."...Ich see...
"It its enough serious talk for now, though, Ich suppose. Let me show du to your room. It vould be good for du to rest up before dinner.""Unfettered" let his face relax and slowly made his way for the door.* * * * * * * * * * * * * A knock came on the door... the signal for dinner time. |
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