I completely forgot about those kissing meme posts I owe, so I am gonna work on that now.
David Tennant - behind the scenes filming United in 2010,
Occasionally the Master got tired of his little Childe and instead of fucking his captive raw for the day; came here. Scott felt bad for the boy the bastard picked whenever he did come, any human wouldn’t have his regenerative abilities… he’d be ruined before the night was out.
But for the life of him the newly turned Vampire didn’t understand why he had to be dragged along to these places. Sitting on the ground barely covered in dark silk that did nothing to cut away the chill of the stone; arms chained so they were tied together up over his head, Scott was basically a watch dog only able to get to the end of his leash and bark.
And he was bored as utter fuck.
Then the human showed up and he tilted his head, eyeing the stranger with his face, but didn’t stay a word. He liked his skin intact.
"Not goin’ t’ talk t’ me, eh?" Brendan called out with a nervous laugh. He had really been hoping for an answer of some kind from this doppelganger, and the fact that he received none made him wonder if perhaps he had actually been staring at a reflection of himself all along. But of course that wasn’t true. There were no mirrors down here and those certainly weren’t his clothes on that identical body and… Hold on. Were those chains? Brendan felt a chill go through him. Some of the patrons were known to be rough, sure, but he had never heard and certainly never seen someone be bound like this. If it was part of someone’s sex game, then why had this man been left down here alone? What if it had actually been meant for him? The people here tolerated him, to be sure, but he didn’t exactly have a golden reputation. He knelt down in front of his mysterious twin and ran a hand over the chains that restrained him, fascination and horror equally written over his face. “The fuck is goin’ on ‘ere?”
Of course my laptop overheats and shuts off on me AGAIN in the middle of my work jfc this is ridiculous.
Roxxan eyes trailed over his body. She had never done this before. She doubted she ever would again. She saw a picture of Brendan and decided she wanted him and she always got what she wanted. She smiled sweetly at him. “I know who you are. Thats ok.” She glared over at the waiter who was taking his time walking over. He practically ran when he noticed. She grinned at him as he poured their drink. “Took you long enough.” Her voice sounded sweet but was filled with venom. The man scurried away before she turned back to Brendan drink in hand. “You can never get good help now days.” She said before taking a drink.
"How terribly true tha’ is," Brendan agreed with an amused little smirk and raised his glass too, to sip at his wine. "I must say, I do like this place yeh ‘ave picked out. It suits me, does it not?" He burst with laughter even as the last of the words left his mouth. He didn’t need an answer to his question. It wasn’t necessary. This place was as expensive as he was, perhaps even more so. Of course Brendan liked it. It catered to his rich tastes and his being so used to having his clientele spoil him rotten. "Am I t’ be treated t’ dinner as well? Or perhaps yeh would like t’ come upstairs with me an’ ‘ave dessert instead, mm?" He stared at her, eyes darkened in lust, and swiped his tongue between his lips to wet them.
the danger is
and I might just
tear you [ a p a r t ]
I wanna’ taste the way that you
b l e e d
this is a bad town
for such a p r e t t y face
Meganna had no sense of time. Being a goddess, it simply melted together to her. So when she arrived at Brendan Block’s flat about an hour earlier than schedualed, and got a good view of him soaking wet in just a towel, she realized her mistake.
"That’s me," she said, giving a conformational nod, blonde hair bouncing as she did so. Her blue dress clung to pale skin as she looked inside the flat. "So, are you going to invite me in? Or do I have to pay you extra for overtime?" she said, a small smile on her lips.
"Yeh ‘ave already paid quite the pretty amount t’ ‘ave me, love. I think we can let any o’ertime pay slide," he answered with a laugh and stepped back and to the side to allow her entry to the room. Not once did his eyes leave her as she moved past him, gaze openly roaming over every inch of bared flesh where his hands could not yet touch. He bit back a moan and reluctantly brushed away his growing desire to shove her down onto the fllor and take her there. That of course was not allowed. He was the toy to be played with here. Not them. "Can I get yeh anythin’?" he asked, breaking the silence again as he finally stepped from behind her and made a gesture towards the kitchen. "Or shall we get straight t’ business?"
Good lord I was meant to be back ages ago but then everyone and their brother decided to show up at my house to have a party they didn’t ask permission for. I kicked them out. :/
In the middle of making margaritas and spicy chicken pizza at the moment. Then I’ll get to replies.