Tension was a feeling Thane has trouble shaking off. Especially when it's protruding from that him. Yeah, him. That guy sitting on the opposite end with his boots kicked off and a single cigarette hanging loosely between his pale fingertips as his free palm pet his beloved Braeburn. It was not like he had feelings for the guy, they are the best of bros for as long as he can recall! Maybe this tension was building up all because of that one incident that shifted the lighting on his best friend.
One job, Thane had one job and he failed it. He promised Alucard that he would watch his cat when he went and take of what ever he need to. Thane has nothing against cats and usually they would meow the other way. However this one. This fat, lazy sack of meat of cat had just about everything against him. What for? He never did anything worth noting to the damn cat. Well, there was this one time where he stepped on her tail, but that was one time and Alucard is guilty one here. The guy nearly shot Braeburn up to a cheese grater. Anyways on the day Thane had to watch Braeburn, he distinctly remember all the reminders ALucard was feeding him. One of Them being," do not turn your back on her."
Yet, he did. Braeburn pounce out the emergency exit at the first chance she got. Thane had debated whether or not to get her, though before he got a single boot out the door another click of the heels rang upwards. Blood dropped before zero and underneath the tundra coursing through his veins, Thane's light hairs perked upwards. Releasing a swore to the devil, Thane shut the door shut and retreated to the living room.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." He chanted over and over again as he intertwine his bare, coarse palms within his fair locks. Feet shuffling about while his mind ran without a guidance. "Fu-- Oh, hey Al."
"Thane, what did you do?" Alucard tone dropped deadpan behind the echo clink-clanks on by the doorstep. "You're usually, well, asleep at this hour."
Kicking off his soil boots, Alucard quietly shut the door and reunited with Thane. His crimson gaze never leaving the blonde's face.
"What are you talking about! It's only 3 in the afternoon, and your eyes are the size of the moon!" Thane's cheeks began to flare under the stare, and instantly he dropped onto the table.
"Did you just quote Panic! At The Disco?"
A sliver brow was cocked and a hip was shot, Alucard was not making this easy for him. Shifting his weight on top of the wood grain, Thane pulled his collar slightly. Trying to relieve his pressure but instead, steam painted the atmosphere. He could not help it, the way Alucard's red irises locked onto him like a criminal. Judging him, mocking him with the tenisity to cut a rock in half.
"Where's Brae?"
"Who?" Thane cut him off, head tilt with his own gawk meeting his tormentor.
"I'm going to punch you in the throat." His voice dropped with his eyelids. "Where is Brae?"
Fuck. Thane can't do this anymore. He confessed to his Father for he had sin.
"You what?" Alucard volume grew. "You lost Braeburn? Thane, all you had to do was watch her for a fucking hour. How hard was that suppose to be? Are you serious?" With each sock step towards the demon, Alucard lecture engulf the air. Filling it more, and more as words pour from his throat.
Yet, Thane's mind was elsewhere. No where near the lecture bound words, but more on the preacher. The way his hands motion an Italian to the point, the vein popping underneath the glass encased neck but most of all, how Alucard just lost all control. Becoming an animal enrage with each bark he croak. Thane bite his lip hard enough to pierce skin. Restraining himself from jumping of f the cracking wood to tame this beast.
"Do you understand?" Alucard wagged a finger about.
Thane simply nodded, his fingers clawing into the wood. God, Alucard is so close. His breathe huffing at the tip of his own nose.
"Do you not speak? Answer me."
"Yes... Yes Sir." Thane swallowed hard.
"Good." Alucard pleased himself out the room.
The two had not chatted since, it wasn't as if Alucard was mad or anything (their neighbors found Braeburn later that night). It was Thane. He was creating the awkward dense atmosphere around them. Whenever Alucard is in the room, he's struts to another. Whenever there's a mission up, Thane goes with Spider8ite instead of the usual line-up. Surely, seeing his best friend with the whore of the group is bleh. But seeing him, watching him actually flirt back with the stray cat, now that strike a nerve.
"Hey, Stray." Thane pulled Stray back from the herd.
"What is it, Thaney boy?" He stalked the halls.
"Quit acting like a damn slut with Al, he doesn't swing that way."
He just laughed at him and yet again, he strike another nerve," he doesn't seem to mind."
A protest hiked up to his throat, but Thane was cut short by an intruding finger. Stray gave his two-cents," plus, I don't see your name on him." His metal tipped lips curled, his canines glistering with venom. "You wanna strife big boy?" Easing his way upwards, Stray breathed into Thane's ear while his free palm went south. "I don't mind an afternoon fisticuffs." He puff once more but not without a firm squeeze of Thane's manhood.
"Won't the others notice?"
"Heh, no protest, babe?" Stray teased, his thumb brushing over the jean clothed base.
"I..."
Stray hushed the rambling boy with a tug. Thane felt dirty but no where closet to violated, yet he allowed the cat to push him against the granite walls.
"A quickie will do." Stray ushered. "Will it?"
"Mhm.." Thane fumbled.
"That's a good boy."
Stray dropped to his knees, eyes front and hands working Thane's belt. In a matter of seconds, Stray slip the jeans downwards. Instantly, he gave out a satisfied hummed. Stray brought his fingers up towards the trapped length, feeling the warmth emulate behind the fabric. Tracing along the base, Stray chuckled once more at the growing wet spot he notice.
"Needy, needy boy."
-
ha, you gotta wait motherfuckers.
One job, Thane had one job and he failed it. He promised Alucard that he would watch his cat when he went and take of what ever he need to. Thane has nothing against cats and usually they would meow the other way. However this one. This fat, lazy sack of meat of cat had just about everything against him. What for? He never did anything worth noting to the damn cat. Well, there was this one time where he stepped on her tail, but that was one time and Alucard is guilty one here. The guy nearly shot Braeburn up to a cheese grater. Anyways on the day Thane had to watch Braeburn, he distinctly remember all the reminders ALucard was feeding him. One of Them being," do not turn your back on her."
Yet, he did. Braeburn pounce out the emergency exit at the first chance she got. Thane had debated whether or not to get her, though before he got a single boot out the door another click of the heels rang upwards. Blood dropped before zero and underneath the tundra coursing through his veins, Thane's light hairs perked upwards. Releasing a swore to the devil, Thane shut the door shut and retreated to the living room.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." He chanted over and over again as he intertwine his bare, coarse palms within his fair locks. Feet shuffling about while his mind ran without a guidance. "Fu-- Oh, hey Al."
"Thane, what did you do?" Alucard tone dropped deadpan behind the echo clink-clanks on by the doorstep. "You're usually, well, asleep at this hour."
Kicking off his soil boots, Alucard quietly shut the door and reunited with Thane. His crimson gaze never leaving the blonde's face.
"What are you talking about! It's only 3 in the afternoon, and your eyes are the size of the moon!" Thane's cheeks began to flare under the stare, and instantly he dropped onto the table.
"Did you just quote Panic! At The Disco?"
A sliver brow was cocked and a hip was shot, Alucard was not making this easy for him. Shifting his weight on top of the wood grain, Thane pulled his collar slightly. Trying to relieve his pressure but instead, steam painted the atmosphere. He could not help it, the way Alucard's red irises locked onto him like a criminal. Judging him, mocking him with the tenisity to cut a rock in half.
"Where's Brae?"
"Who?" Thane cut him off, head tilt with his own gawk meeting his tormentor.
"I'm going to punch you in the throat." His voice dropped with his eyelids. "Where is Brae?"
Fuck. Thane can't do this anymore. He confessed to his Father for he had sin.
"You what?" Alucard volume grew. "You lost Braeburn? Thane, all you had to do was watch her for a fucking hour. How hard was that suppose to be? Are you serious?" With each sock step towards the demon, Alucard lecture engulf the air. Filling it more, and more as words pour from his throat.
Yet, Thane's mind was elsewhere. No where near the lecture bound words, but more on the preacher. The way his hands motion an Italian to the point, the vein popping underneath the glass encased neck but most of all, how Alucard just lost all control. Becoming an animal enrage with each bark he croak. Thane bite his lip hard enough to pierce skin. Restraining himself from jumping of f the cracking wood to tame this beast.
"Do you understand?" Alucard wagged a finger about.
Thane simply nodded, his fingers clawing into the wood. God, Alucard is so close. His breathe huffing at the tip of his own nose.
"Do you not speak? Answer me."
"Yes... Yes Sir." Thane swallowed hard.
"Good." Alucard pleased himself out the room.
The two had not chatted since, it wasn't as if Alucard was mad or anything (their neighbors found Braeburn later that night). It was Thane. He was creating the awkward dense atmosphere around them. Whenever Alucard is in the room, he's struts to another. Whenever there's a mission up, Thane goes with Spider8ite instead of the usual line-up. Surely, seeing his best friend with the whore of the group is bleh. But seeing him, watching him actually flirt back with the stray cat, now that strike a nerve.
"Hey, Stray." Thane pulled Stray back from the herd.
"What is it, Thaney boy?" He stalked the halls.
"Quit acting like a damn slut with Al, he doesn't swing that way."
He just laughed at him and yet again, he strike another nerve," he doesn't seem to mind."
A protest hiked up to his throat, but Thane was cut short by an intruding finger. Stray gave his two-cents," plus, I don't see your name on him." His metal tipped lips curled, his canines glistering with venom. "You wanna strife big boy?" Easing his way upwards, Stray breathed into Thane's ear while his free palm went south. "I don't mind an afternoon fisticuffs." He puff once more but not without a firm squeeze of Thane's manhood.
"Won't the others notice?"
"Heh, no protest, babe?" Stray teased, his thumb brushing over the jean clothed base.
"I..."
Stray hushed the rambling boy with a tug. Thane felt dirty but no where closet to violated, yet he allowed the cat to push him against the granite walls.
"A quickie will do." Stray ushered. "Will it?"
"Mhm.." Thane fumbled.
"That's a good boy."
Stray dropped to his knees, eyes front and hands working Thane's belt. In a matter of seconds, Stray slip the jeans downwards. Instantly, he gave out a satisfied hummed. Stray brought his fingers up towards the trapped length, feeling the warmth emulate behind the fabric. Tracing along the base, Stray chuckled once more at the growing wet spot he notice.
"Needy, needy boy."
-
ha, you gotta wait motherfuckers.
