Have to Know [Malaki/Jophiel]

[Jophiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #0a0a0a url(http://i56.tinypic.com/adm9sg.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 4px double #937869; border: 0px; width: 500px;, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #937869;] Jophiel stood in the hallway staring at the hotel room door, trying to decide whether to knock. He felt antsy, overheated, a little bit drunk from the two-quart bottle of Captain Morgans that was hanging from one hand with barely an inch in the bottom of it. He'd been hoping that liquor would get rid of the roiling upset in his chest and the foggy, urgent need in his mind. But it hadn't, if anything he was more conflicted and eager than he'd been before he picked up the bottle. It was all AJ's fault. That sunny smile, the glow of sweat on the side of his neck, the frank interest that Jophiel had tried to play up to at first but then found himself running away from because even if he could, which he really couldn't, he wouldn't. Not with a touch/know, not when it was so blazingly clear that just a brush of hands sent all sorts of concepts slamming into the psychic boy's head. Things he didn't need to know, shouldn't have to know, and the angel honestly thought that if it hadn't been for that he would have taken what AJ was offering and what did that make him? What was wrong with him? Angels aren't supposed to be attracted to skinny fresh-faced human boys with tumbledown hair. They're not supposed to be attracted to anybody at all, but if they are it's definitely meant to be the opposite gender, right? The urge to procreate is natural, a part of God's plan. But Jophiel had very very rarely felt so much as a twitch of attraction to any woman, and lately it was becoming harder and harder to pretend that he wasn't drawn to men. That tug, that pull that had been so easy to ignore for so very many centuries was out of control, turning into something urgent and impossible to dismiss. And so he'd fled from AJ, from the bright open smile and the honesty of the attraction in the boy's eyes and somehow, a half-gallon of rum later, found himself here, hovering outside a hotel room door and trying to decide what to do about it. His hand came up. Hesitated. He knew his prey was alone in the room, if Jophiel had heard even a whisper of a second presence he'd have fled long ago. But just his luck, good or bad, that for once the hunter was alone and at 'home' for a while. Jophiel decided that this was a bad idea. He was going to leave. Right now, any second, in just onnnnneeee minute he was going to-- He knocked on the door. Loudly. The door opened, Malaki standing armed and wary and clearly confused at finding an angel on his doorstep. Jophiel didn't even let the man get a question all the way out before he shoved forward into the room, grabbed a handful of the hunter's shirt, and kissed him with literal centuries' worth of built up speculation and need.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 290px; padding: 10px 240px 60px 30px;] Location: Pure, Las Vegas NV Music: La Familia - Mirah Outfit: Just a wifebeater and jeans with his hair all messy and a bit of a wild look around the eyes. Notes: Conflicted much, kiddo?

[Malaki Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/malaki2-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Every now and then Malaki needed a moment to himself, this was definitely one of them, everyone was off doing their own thing anyway. Well actually everyone else was either doing something band related or hovering over and around Sam which he would have been too but right now it seemed like more of a family affair and he didn't want to feel like an awkward intruder among that whole clan. His sister? Last he checked she was on her way into town after some crazy shit in Louisiana, she had said some quick and forcefully blasé sounding words about arachne, and even though that angel she was so hot on had saved her he knew Eve wasn't going to want to be alone for a while. One could say he was more sitting and waiting around now then, arachne scared the piss out of him, those things were freaky as hell and the thought was an unsettling one. He had spent the majority of his time already hunting things within a certain radius and 'sowing his wild oats' with any beautiful person that walked across his vision and if he kept going the way he was Ki was sure he'd end up with a few children. But what fun was it all really? Malaki was having a moment of melancholy, every once in a blue moon he got kind of tired of the 'live fast' way he was going through life, wondered what it would feel like to have someone to come back to every night. He cut the thought away quickly, he wasn't the relationship type, he knew it and he made sure that everyone around him did too.Ki was just falling into a rut was all, some alcohol and a few showgirls would help take care of that yeah he'd got it tomorrow. Tonight he'd just lay around and keep to himself, at least that was the plan until someone started knocking on his door. Brow furrowed he grabbed his gun and quietly unlocked the door, opening it with a certain amount of trepidation and more then a little shocked at the person standing there. Not that he was against seeing the particularly good looking angel again, but he didn't feel like having a repeat of the last 'Temple of Doom' excursion that they had gone on. He was just about to ask what the angel wanted of him this time when he found a pair of lips plastered against his own. Ki couldn't say he had ever been kissed quite like that before and he was sure that the feeling had given him an automatic hard on. Jesus Christ he couldn't stop himself from kissing back roughly, a hand coming around the angels waist to pull him closer. Malaki would have kept on kissing him too if it wasn't for the need to breath and eventually he pulled away a bit, "Alrigh' not dat I'm not totally into dis, but ah, what was all dat about?" WHERE: NYNY Casino MUSIC: Coming Undone - Korn WEARING: Not much NOTES: wtf? yay xD

[Jophiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #0a0a0a url(http://i56.tinypic.com/adm9sg.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 4px double #937869; border: 0px; width: 500px;, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #937869;] Jophiel was breathing hard, watching Malaki with a fierce and slightly intimidating focus. "I had to know. If it was real, if it could happen. I know Castiel managed it, and Ariel's been at it for centuries, but I wasn't sure. Sometimes I thought I'd catch on fire, burn away to ash if I ever did. Or if I didn't. I just needed to know if it was true." He wasn't making the most sense, but he stepped up on Malaki again, ran his hands up that smooth broad chest and there was just no hiding the erection that was pressing at the front of those skinny jeans Jophiel wore. "I want you. And this. Show me how." His nails trailed across Malaki's chest, over one nipple and down to his stomach. It was something the angel had seen Zee do to Ki once, back in Parkers Crossroads when the pair had thought that they were unobserved. It had made Jophiel's stomach cramp up with jealousy and lust at the time, and he hadn't been able to entirely forget it since. "Show me how." It wasn't really a request. Wasn't quite a demand, either. Just that this existed in a place too important to admit the possibility of refusal, even as he knew that the possibility was there. He needed this, he wouldn't be sane without it, and he wanted it to be Ki. Of all the men that had pulled at Jophiel in the past ten years, Malaki was the one who tied him in knots in ways that the angel didn't even wholly understand. All he knew was that he wanted it to be Malaki.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 290px; padding: 10px 240px 60px 30px;] Location: Pure, Las Vegas NV Music: La Familia - Mirah Outfit: Just a wifebeater and jeans with his hair all messy and a bit of a wild look around the eyes. Notes: He's not good at explaining right now.

[Malaki Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/malaki2-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Ki felt his brows furrow into a knot, trying to make some sense out of what the angel was jabbering about. Honestly he couldn't say he was sure what Jophiel was driving at and it was partially the fact that he was talking circles around him. Granted it was partially the fact that he still couldn't really think straight after being kissed like that. It wasn't everyday that an angel showed up at his doorstep and kissed him until his head swam with how breathless he found himself. In fact it wasn't often that anyone managed to leave him breathless, so this was new in more ways then one. The man shuddered slightly at the feeling, automatically arching into the touch and taking a deep breath to try and get himself in order. Yeah that wasn't working all too well, his leather pants were feeling painfully confining at this point and the thought that Ki had planned on staying in and playing the part of a good boy tonight had gone out the window faster then he could possibly hope to drop his pants. But the action was enough to clue Malaki in on what exactly it was that the angel wanted, or at least he hoped that he was assuming right, because if he started fondling an angel against his will he was sure he wouldn't pass go or collect two hundred, it'd be straight to hell with him. Not that he could really bring himself to worry about the potential fire and brimstone at the moment, not after having a hottie of an angel toss himself at him. Ki just sort of nodded, a bit in a haze as he reached out and wrapped his arms around Jophiel to bring him impossibly closer. Pressing himself against the other man Malaki kissed along his jaw, his hands roaming up the white wifebeater and up the other mans chest, letting his nails rake along the skin teasingly as he pulled the wifebeater off, nipped and kissed Jophiel's chest, pulling him in the direction of the bed. WHERE: NYNY Casino MUSIC: Beautiful (Rock Version) - HIM WEARING: Not much NOTES: yeah ki is silently thanking the lord

[Jophiel]

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