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Post by Oliver Radleigh on Feb 21, 2012 16:03:44 GMT -5
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Credit;; Ryuujin
Tags;; Zack~ <3
Notes;; Try not to tease Oliver too much~ Iunno if he could handle that |3
[/style][style= padding: 10px; margin-left: 110px; font-size: 12px; font-family: century gothic; color: #000000; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Why was he here?
Of all places, why had he actually found himself standing at his door... at the time and date the man had specified?
Wasn't this exactly what the other wanted?
Of course, the thought crossed his mind that he was playing himself into a trap, that it would end in catastrophe - and he didn't know how he would handle things if it came to that - he knew what entailed with a let down. He was the type who always had a plan, he could handle anything... but this, this was all so new, it made his head spin. He didn't understand any of it... and that frustrated him. He wanted to go be destructive with the hopes that it would get rid of his confusion - that it would give him answers.
But wasn't he here for answers?
Did he want the answers that badly?
He certainly hated being so naive.
Though, of all things, he couldn't bring himself to do it... to knock on the door. He had already been standing there for a few minutes, trying to gather the courage. Hecouldn't believe himself. He was never nervous... so why now? What was it that made him so?
He had considered turning and leaving... a couple times actually. But his pride kept him where he was standing, his eye focused on the ground before the door. It was one simple movement, a simple knock on the door that would set this all in motion... and would roll the dice that would decide many things about him... and the way he felt... the way he acted.
Closing his eye, he muttered something under his breath, swallowing his pride and fear and made the motion to knock on the door.
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Post by Zackariah Knite on Mar 4, 2012 11:24:54 GMT -5
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Zack was probably the most surprised by how the events turned into something like this, but he couldn’t say he disliked it at all. He knew he had an appointment of some sort with no one else but the Team Rocket leader himself, and the excitement he felt about it was too much for him to bear.
But despite that, he wasn’t actually home when Oliver arrived, and hence he failed to notice the young man was waiting there for some time now.
Zack was casually walking back to his upper class apartment, a textile bag on his shoulder, lit cigarette in his mouth. He only half expected Oliver to actually show up at his apartment, but on the other hand, he knew that the man would always keep his promise. Question was, however, whether Oliver wouldn’t have something else to do instead. Admittedly, Zack was also joking when he offered ‘lessons’ to him, but the reactions he got were more than pleasant. Hence he didn’t even blink when he saw Oliver in front of his door, arm raised to knock on the wood.
"The owner isn’t home right now, but if you want to, you can leave him a message." He joked, voice the same and calm as usual, even though he was obviously playing with the other man as he walked up to stand next to him. Zack was probably the only one who dared and was allowed to do such things – maybe aside the man who raised Oliver – and needless to mention, the informant liked to exhaust his privileges.
Zack always found it funny how the two of them were actually the same age and height, but still so incredibly different that he couldn’t help but tease the Rocket leader wherever he could. Zack was unofficially a member of the group as well, but sometimes he liked to think that he had the upper hand with his own leader. His ass being torched from time to time was worth the trouble and he considered himself resourceful enough to get out of the problems with the least possible loss. Loss for him, that is. Playing with hearts was a wonderful thing. Breaking them? That wasn’t his style.
"I didn’t think I would actually see you today." He looked at the majestic Salamance gijinka above his glasses, slowly pulling the cigarette from his mouth with the hand he was wearing a single metallic claw on to blow the white smoke out.
tags ★ Oliver~ <3
notes ★ Late but it's here!
Tease Oli? Who, me? Puh-lease! <3
★ made byTama ★
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Post by Oliver Radleigh on Mar 8, 2012 5:06:29 GMT -5
i want to play the game [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; background: url('http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/red024.jpg'); border-top: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 10px solid #000000; -webkit-border-radius: 20px;][style= background-color: #000000; float: left; width: 97px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 10px; Padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 12px; color: #ffffff; text-align: left; -webkit-border-radius: 8px 0px 20px 0px;]
Credit;; Ryuujin
Tags;; Zack~ <3
Notes;; Here ya go~ Have fun~
[/style][style= padding: 10px; margin-left: 110px; font-size: 12px; font-family: century gothic; color: #000000; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Even with the motion made, to knock on the other's door, he found himself pausing with his hand inches from the material he suspected was wood under the thin layers of paint. He wasn't used to this feeling, by far... the nervous flipping of his insides... those beastly butterflies finding themselves captured in some sick, twisted etherial net in his gut - he wanted to get rid of them, pluck the wings from their intangible forms and settle everything down.
And with a deep breath... everthing stopped for a moment. Everything was fine.
Until a voice met his ears from behind. A shiver ran down his spine as he quickly stole his hand back, holding it close to his chest by the wrist in the fist of his other hand. His heart skipped a beat, not only startled by the voice, but embarassed as he recongized it all too well, the owner and their tone... the one that always seemed to hint about knowing everything. Oliver was never sure how to handle that, handle how the other always seemed to have the upper hand with him... he didn't understand. He glanced to the man out of the corner of his eye before looking away again, refusing to make eye contact as a slight pink tint crept across his cheeks.
"Message... I don't think that's necessary..." With his voice little more than a mumble, unsure words fell out instead of what would normally be a snide remark from his lips, dry with anxiety of the events. "I though you were home..." It was... admittedly... a little more embarassing, having Zack stumble upon him at his front door, debating whether or not to knock and make his presence known.
But at the same time... maybe it was better this way. In the end, even he was unsure if he really would have let his hand hit the wood anyway.
As Zack spoke again, Oliver couldn't help the somewhat sadisticesque smirk that touched his lips as he finally allowed himself to look at Zack, he couldn't believe him. Oliver was, despite his demeanor, a man of his word. And even though he was, and probably would become extremely flustered once he stepped on the other side of that door, he wouldn't back down from this. Not only would his pride prevent that... but... he wanted this, and fuck if he knew why. "Of course I would be here." He started in a rather matter of fact tone, almost unable to find the words as their eyes met, the navy haired man watching with content as he doused the flame of his cigarette.
He didn't understand that either.
Nor why he didn't care that he couldn't find them.
"I said I would... S-so why wouldn't I have?" He tried to hide the crack in his voice... but at the moment, that was the furthest thing from his mind.
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Post by Zackariah Knite on Mar 22, 2012 13:33:20 GMT -5
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Zack didn’t quite expect to startle the Team Rocket leader with his simple voice, so he watched with amusement as Oliver jumped and held his hand close to his chest. He blew out the smoke of his cigarette as looked the other up and down, without any shame.
"Apparently not." He said simply, admitting that Oliver indeed wouldn’t need to leave a message for the owner of the apartment. He stepped closer, all the while keeping his eyes on the other even though Oliver didn’t seem to be willing to make eye contact with him. All the better, at least he can just watch the other man all he wanted to. "I wasn’t, as you can see. I was out for a little bit." He wasn’t about to go into detail concerning his whereabouts, if the other was curious about it, Zack would leave him the freedom to simply ask. Admittedly, Zack would be curious about what Oliver would think where he was before coming home.
He smiled at the other, standing near him, but not near enough to disturb personal space... yet. Zack would have, more than anything, wanted to bother Oliver and spoil him endlessly, but he had to restrain himself. Yes, he was a way too attracted to Oliver’s kind, but on the other hand, he wasn’t a complete barbarian – he wouldn’t just attack him on the door step where anyone could see. "Work, sudden appointment. Or something dangerous. Anything could have happened to prevent you from showing up. Don’t misunderstand me, I know you wouldn’t back out of a promise. And also..." He leaned a bit closer searching for Oliver’s eyes. "I am more than delighted to see you here, in front of my apartment."
"And now..." He started, his voice only a low whisper. Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth, he stepped closer again, closing that gap that was between him and the other man a moment before, leaning in, all the while keeping up the eye-contact unless Oliver himself looked away. "If you would step aside so I can let you in." He held up his apartment key that he soundlessly removed from his pockets even before he stepped close, and without even waiting for Oliver’s reply or for him to give some space, he already reached around to unlock the door slowly. He made sure he took his time, and looked at Oliver just about the right amount to see more of that little blush he showed him before. "We can talk inside."
tags ★ Oliver~ <3
notes ★Teasingggggggg~
★ made byTama ★
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Post by Oliver Radleigh on Mar 24, 2012 5:07:44 GMT -5
i want to play the game [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; background: url('http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/red024.jpg'); border-top: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 10px solid #000000; -webkit-border-radius: 20px;][style= background-color: #000000; float: left; width: 97px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 10px; Padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 12px; color: #ffffff; text-align: left; -webkit-border-radius: 8px 0px 20px 0px;]
Credit;; Ryuujin
Tags;; Zack~ <3
Notes;; Have fun~ ... 900 words on the dot. Why am I doing this to you?
[/style][style= padding: 10px; margin-left: 110px; font-size: 12px; font-family: century gothic; color: #000000; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]With each passing moment, Oliver swore that his heart beat a little harder, the butterflies flew a little faster and his stomach dropped a little further. The feeling made him shiver, his skin crawl, goosebumps rise up and a cold sweat form - he wasn't used to any of this, it angered him because it confused him... but at the same time, he liked it - and he would slowly find he would become addicted to the feeling. He would associate it with the man before him, as so far... he was the only one who was able to make him feel these things.
Admittedly, he was slightly curious as to where the man was before hand - he remembered him saying he had this day free... and while it tugged at his heart, and something snapped in his mind that made him feel jealous - the emotion flashing through his eye for only a moment, at thought that he was with one of the other "students" he had so kindly spoken of before, the next words he spoke took that thought away. 'Maybe he was busy with something similar...'
The unwavering stare of the other made him feel warm, keeping that nervous feeling clinging to his being, leaving him helpless to its effects. He was used to people staring... but he felt that this was so much more, it felt different than the simple gazes of others, and it made him swallow hard when he found the words to speak in response "If I had work... I'd have Wilhelm do it... Appointments... I wouldn't schedule something over a more important meeting..." His blush deepened a little with those words. They were true - meeting Zack here meant so much more to him than meeting a client, a new member or anyone else... and he didn't know why. But then, a smirk crept onto his lips as he met Zack's eyes once more with his own, a devious look painting itself onto his features, "And let's face it, I'm always in danger. But that never stops me... it only will if it kills me..."
That smirk faded quickly as the other man leaned closer, the blush on his face continuing to grow a little darker, little by little - though it may have been one of the slowest processes to happen, it became more noticeable. In the back of his mind, he wanted to tell him that he was delighted to be here as well... but the close proximity short circuited his mind, his lips parting with intentional words that lost everything before they could come to be.
His next whisper sent a shiver up his spine, the way he spoke entrancing to the navy-haired man who found himself unable to step back as Zack stepped closer. He couldn't put two and two together for anything to save his life, his mind couldn't process the words the other man spoke to be able to step out of the way... not with him so... so close. It certainly didn't help that he wasn't able to tear his eye away from the other's. His heart sped faster and faster as he reached around to unlock the door, his breath catching in his throat. The words that Zack expected for him to move away never came... they couldn't come... and more than likely, they wouldn't even if they could.
Oliver wished he had a pause button, or a rewind so he could catch his breath, allow his mind to catch up with what was happening - but in their absence, he was left mindless, unable to comprehend things being so close to the man who confused him so much. He was close enough to feel the warmth of the other, smell the cigarette on the breath that touched his face and he finally found the will to look away. His eye fell down, as if he were staring at the man's stomach, the ground below him not visible with Zack so close... not that he minded this... entirely. "Inside..." he finally managed, his voice as quiet as the others, though much, much more unsure of itself, "R-right..."
It was all he could do to force himself to reach behind and open the door, creating passage for the two males. As he did so, Oliver found his mind wandering on what may happen on the other side, drawing his lower lip into his mouth to stop the thought process. Raising a hand to grab the sleeve of the opposite arm, he took a step backward into the apartment, finally feeling himself able to breathe - he almost panted as he turned away from Zack, hiding the deep and drawn out breath he took.
He didn't understand why the other man made him feel that way, or why he liked it. Nor did he understand why he found himself stumbling through words, body and mind before him... or why he didn't want to torch the living hell out of him for making him feel such things. He was almost unsure if he wanted to know or not... but in the end, he knew he would find out. Maybe then he could piece together a little more... or learn to avoid it, so he thought... but in the end, would be inevitable to do - he wouldn't want to. To learn that it would be something he would seek from the man behind him. Shaking his head slightly, he whispered, "N-Nice place..." It was all he could do.
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Post by Zackariah Knite on Apr 13, 2012 16:19:32 GMT -5
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Zack would have given anything to have the power to read minds from time to time, especially when he was in the presence of his favorite Team Rocket boss – not that there were any other leaders of that group. He could literally see Oliver thinking about where he had been before, and that made him smirk inwardly. He didn’t comment on it though.
"I’m glad you think our meeting is more important." He murmured. "But I also prefer you alive and kicking." He added as a comment on Oliver’s statement. He was aware how little the other thought of his life in place of revenge, and admittedly, he wouldn’t want the gijinka to throw away his life for something that fleeting and unsatisfying.
He always loved when people reacted to his flirting intensely, and Oliver certainly satisfied his needs for such reactions. His blush and the expression on his face made it almost too hard to not stop playing with him and push him into his room that moment, but Zack was a gentleman, and an epitome of self control when it came to such questions. Tension made everything just so much more delicious, and he made sure to rise it as much as he could with Oliver. Driving people mad was something he could do well, and enjoyed doing too. So he just drank the sight of the flushed man in front of him as he slowly unlocked the door, and the other backed away right into his apartment.
From one danger into the other.
As he closed the door, he locked it too, from the inside. Twice. For good measure. He wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt them anyway.
Zack’s apartment was modern, neat and orderly. The man made it sure to always keep it clean and tidy, since appearance was always a major factor when calling in customers. Such a place would make other believe they can trust his knowledge and judgment. White and pale colors were dominating the place with the occasional colorful paintings and dark carpet. The living room was also his study, is contained not only a sofa and a low table, but his desk as well, placed near the window, facing the rest of the room. An arch lead to the kitchen to the right, and to the left – where Zack was hoping to drag the Team Rocket leader sometime – was the bedroom, behind a closed door.
"Thank you." He said, as Oliver complimented his apartment, event though it was probably only so the other man would say something to feel less embarrassed. "The upper class district offers better living places than the slums, admittedly." He walked past Oliver as he said that, mentioning for the man to sit down on the couch as he set the textile bag from his shoulder down on the table. "Get yourself comfortable."
From the bag, Zack pulled out two bottles of liquor and set them on the table as well, followed by two package of snacks. By that, it could be obvious he was grocery shopping, and not actually at another appointment, and his smirk showed that he loved to ping up Oliver’s jealousy... He himself walked to his desk and leaned to its side, giving the Salamence gijinka some space to breath for now. "Will that be okay for a drink, or would you like something less alcoholic? I have orange juice and mineral water too."
tags ★ Oliver~ <3
notes ★ =3 Bwahaha!
I didn't specify what kinda alcohol those bottles contain, or what snakcs he bought, you can do anything with them.
And yes, he was only shopping. ='3
★ made byTama ★
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Post by Oliver Radleigh on Apr 16, 2012 13:51:20 GMT -5
i want to play the game [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; background: url('http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/red024.jpg'); border-top: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 10px solid #000000; -webkit-border-radius: 20px;][style= background-color: #000000; float: left; width: 97px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 10px; Padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 12px; color: #ffffff; text-align: left; -webkit-border-radius: 8px 0px 20px 0px;]
Credit;; Ryuujin
Tags;; Zack~ <3
Notes;; So not helping here, Oliver... Ever wonder if he plays clueless on purpose and it's not really real...? B|
[/style][style= padding: 10px; margin-left: 110px; font-size: 12px; font-family: century gothic; color: #000000; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Nothing was working. His mind wasn't functioning properly, nor were any of his motor skills. He couldn't think, he couldn't move - and he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to. The warmth that consumed his being was so alien... so inviting, he didn't want to to go away. It was the first time he actually wanted something like this, and it was almost too much for him to try and process - but he did anyway. Oliver hated being left in the dark about anything, this was no different. He knew he could ask about it, ask what it was that was affecting him so - but he had too much pride to do so, he wasn't about to break it down for a simple answer... he was too stubborn.
Unable but to smirk at Zack's words, Oliver tilted his head, "Of course it is more important, did you really think something else would be of greater importance...? You must be daft." He felt confident about this, but the smirk quickly faded at his next words, his face gaining a more thoughtful and surprised look as he gazed up at Zack. It was something he didn't hear from many people... if anyone at all. The thought that someone cared, if he was telling the truth, was ethereal to him, and it almost broke his mind. While it was a good feeling, he had to admit, and as much as he wanted Zack to... why would he care? Wasn't he just someone to lead Team Rocket? Just someone to be there and do tasks, jobs, missions... train people, push them around... he had no real purpose in his mind so... why would anyone care?
Thinning his lips, Oliver turned his gaze down once more, confused. "It's not easy." he admitted - which it wasn't. He had no reason to lie to Zack. He had countless enemies out there that wanted him dead. Even if he wanted to keep his life safe, he didn't have much of a choice. Wait... was he actually giving thought to trying to protect his life more... that it meant more than what it really did? How foolish of himself... but at the same time, the last thing he wanted to do was let down the one person he longed to be around... god he was starting to sound like a lunatic. "I don't think I could control something like that..." Even someone like he didn't have much faith in himself at times.
It was then that things felt like they were getting hotter and hotter, his insides twisting and clenching - the close proximity and warmth making it hard for him to breathe as nervousness, excitement and want clawed at his being. Stepping into the apartment, he found himself able to take a few deep breaths, getting the blood flowing to his brain once more to give himself the ability to think. Looking around the place, it really was nice... but he didn't have much to go off of. It was the second home he had been in since his family was murdered that night - the other being Willhelms... and his was more of a giant mansion than an apartment. Either way, it was still something admirable to him - made him want it, though it'd never be something he would do for himself.
His eye wandered from the kitchen, to the living room to the door that hid away Zack's bedroom, and there it rested as he heard Zack lock the door... twice, the sound sending chills down his spine. Not only was the upper class district better than the slums, obviously, it was better than not having a home - crashing wherever he pleased... but Oliver wasn't about to complain, he enjoyed the freedom that he had, even if it was problematic at times. The words of Zack telling him to make himself comfortable met his ears and the navy haired man turned to face him, glancing from him to the couch where he contented himself with staring as he moved closer. "Thank you..." He mumbled, not used to being so polite, but he felt like he owed it to the other male.
Shifting, he undid his coat, each button seeming to take forever to get undone, the zipper as well... his nervousness and the warmth seeming to make things harder for him - so he made sure to take his time, not wanting to make a fool of himself infront of the raven-haired man. With his task finally completed, after what felt like forever to him, he slid the coat off and set it on the couch next to the spot where he was to sit, leaning back into the plush of the furnature. It was comfortable... it was comforting... for once, he felt like he didn't have a care in the world... and it felt nice. He didn't want it to stop.
"This..." He paused after looking over the bottles, the dark green and blue hiding away the liquid inside, the lables ones he knew well - his mind processing things slowly, "This will be fine for now..." He spoke with a slight nod before looking over to Zack, watching the other man as he leaned against the desk, his indsides flipping once more... that blush never once leaving his cheeks. He wasn't used to such hospitality... not that he really went over to others homes, but anywhere, it was something he usually didn't recieve. He played with the ends of his gloves on his arms - a nervous tic, something to keep him preoccupied while he tried to think of somethig to say, the delicious tension starting to drive him nuts... "Maybe later... if it's needed..."
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Post by Zackariah Knite on May 3, 2012 13:25:01 GMT -5
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Zack was having fun simply watching the reactions of the dear leader who was visiting him, without answering his questions or further commenting whatever he said. He had his answer drawn from Oliver’s words, an that was enough for him for now. The other young man considered their meeting important, and Zack could see that he was being honest – even though the Salamence gijinka himself didn’t understand his reactions. But Zack did, oh, he did understand it well. And he couldn’t help the little smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.
His intentions weren’t the most pure either. He hated Epispect with a passion, despite all the act he pulled to be on their good side. He was on Team Rocket’s side to the fullest, and he intended to go against the government himself if he had to. Not to mention the fact that the person who ended up being his leader was so delicious he just couldn’t go without teasing him from time to time, and earning all the hilarious and pleasing reactions too. He was aware of the desire burning in him for Oliver, and he had a pretty good idea of what the other wanted from him too, so it was actually a double gain. He had his own was of doing things, also his own problems to worry about, but the other gijinka was something he just couldn’t resist. Currently, Zack couldn’t afford a relationship for himself, but something like this, something he thought to be quite innocent and mainly for benefits, was okay. But he had no idea what it might turn into, and he hadn’t stopped to think about it either.
Quite honestly, he didn’t like the fact that Oliver could one day just die so easily, and the reason wasn’t only personal. He was aware, partly, that Oliver rarely considered his own health if it was about reaching his goals, and Zack would surely confront the other man about his plans for his future. Zack barely cared about what Oliver wanted to do with himself, but he would make sure to keep the Team Rocket leader alive. At least until they both gained what they were fighting for.
Inside the apartment, Zack could literally touch Oliver’s nervousness, and he couldn’t help but smirk at that... to feel that much superior to the other. Of course, Oliver was his leader, and Zack had kept his distance for that relationship. But the fact that he felt in charge at times, when Oliver was acting so... innocent, sent a shiver down his spine. It was a good idea to lock the door, he concluded.
He only smiled at the awkward politeness Oliver was showing, and pushed his cigarette into the ashtray that was on his working desk at the window. With his cigarette down, he was watching the other intently from behind his glasses, taking in the form of Oliver as he was fiddling with his jacket. Admittedly, Zack couldn’t help but find the actions cute. "Do you need help with that? I can undress you, if you want." He purred quietly, making sure his voice carried enough mischief for the other to pick on the teasing, but still looking serious enough so Oliver knew he would actually do that. Undressing the other seemed like a really good idea. Better with every minute, actually.
He can just undress him later anyway. At least Zack could call patience one of his few virtues.
The Weavile gijinka stayed at his desk on purpose, keeping a healthy distance between him and the other, either to make him feel more at ease or to actually drive him nuts... or both, who knows. In any case, he was just watching the other for a few moments, savoring the nervousness in the air. Lucky enough, he was already aware of the alcohol tolerance level of Oliver, so he knew that one glass of the drink he bought wouldn’t make any difference in the long run, he hoped that it would a least somewhat loosen the leader a bit. The opener was placed on the table all the time, so if Oliver wished to, he could open and start dinking whenever he wanted to. "As you wish. But remember, I can’t just bring you back to headquarters as easily if you are drunk. And also..." His smirk widened just a tiny bit, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced up and down on Oliver’s body. "I only have one bed. So you would need to sleep there."
Zack looked pointedly at the other side of the couch this time, to the opposite of Oliver, as if his eyes caught something on the single pillow that was sitting there. "Because my pokemon usually occupy my couch, you know." As if on cue, the pillow on the couch faded and a small black and red colored fox was laying in its place, curled up into a ball, nose tucked under the tip of its tail. The Zorua had one of his eyes open and he was watching his owner for a moment before glancing at the Salamence gijinka next to him. He glared at Oliver, as if wary the man would steal the couch from him, but after that, he seemed highly uninterested in the guest, so he just closed his eyes, and pretended to go back into sleep.
"Dear, dear, forgive me. His manners aren’t the best as of yet." Zack shrugged, his tone mocking, and showing that he actually barely cared about his pokemon’s manners. "In any case." His voice changed into one that he usually used with clients, because he knew Oliver was here for a really important appointment they made not so long ago. "Let’s get down to business. If I remember right, we will have some important discussions to do here tonight." Despite his business voice, his smile was visible, and his eagerness was somewhat showing too. He was obviously looking forward to the night.
tags ★ Oliver~ <3 notes ★ This thing turned out long... iamsosorry. I'm moving the shiny Axew egg here for a while too =U  Axew egg with 50% chance for shiny Hatching in: 5/7 ★ made byTama ★
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Post by Oliver Radleigh on May 5, 2012 11:45:29 GMT -5
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Credit;; Ryuujin
Tags;; Zack~ <3
Notes;; I can't believe I wrote this in fifteen minutes... :'D I hope it's okay...
[/style][style= padding: 10px; margin-left: 110px; font-size: 12px; font-family: century gothic; color: #000000; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]His heart was racing... racing his mind. The moment he felt it able to function, it decided to go a million miles an hour, thought after thought after thought crossing it... posibillities entering and leaving as he blew them off, believing them to never happen or say they already did. But one kept coming back, over and over, attaching itself to the man and he couldn't shake it, nor the feeling it gave him. And as he turned to look at Zack as the man spoke to him, only furthering his complications with removing his coat, he swore his face couldn't grow any redder... espcecially when he barely caught the word that he wanted to speak - 'yes'.
He felt those eyes watching him as he moved, the Jacket falling from his shoulders to rest on the couch before he followed it, sinking into the cushions as if it would hide him away from the prying eyes of the other man. Deep inside, he loved the way the other looked at him like some sort of predator, the way he spoke to him, the way he felt wanted... even to the point where he almost felt needed. Continuing to play with the hem of his gloves, he found the colors of the bottles the man had set on the table to be increasingly interesting... and, quite frankly, as the man mentioned him getting drunk... he didn't care anymore.
Looking back to Zack as he spoke, that blush still as obvious as ever, he spoke with a heavy voice, "I don't think I'd be returning there tonight anyway..." Unaware of the double meaning to his words, Oliver turned back to the bottles and took one, looking at the bottle in his hand, the smooth surface cool to the touch... but even he wasn't sure how cold it'd stay if he were to continue holding it, his skin heated with embarassment and want... he wanted this attention from the other. He almost saw it as a challenge... and if it came down to it, he wouldn't back down... and jump in head first. He wasn't aware of the hearts desires quite yet... but he knew very well what his mind wanted, "I don't mind where I sleep..." he knew what he was implying, even then, and his heart skipped a beat at the thought.
Oliver paid little to no mind to the Zorua, having one of his own, he knew well of their haughty attitudes, even if his own had warmed up to him... but according to Zack... his was male... and Oliver's was female. The thought crosses his mind to let his own out to see the other Zorua, having no idea if she had ever seen another of her kind or not... but it would only become a mess, in the end, he decided better against it. Opening the bottle instead, Oliver's mind raced once more at the thought of possibly sleeping with the other man, not only because it was something that made his insides flip and warmed his being to uncomfortable levels in his own clothes, but the fact that he hadn't slept with anyone else... not even his own parents before... it was something new to him, and he almost felt curious.
"Did you want any...?" he asked as he set the opened bottle back to the table, continuing to be as polite as he could... he felt bad, somewhere inside... he didn't feel like he was doing well enough, and he wanted to do better, he wanted to be better but how could he be any different when he knew no different? It frustrated him - but even then, it wouldn't stop him from trying. Maybe this was the one thing he needed to make everything change.
With his next words, Oliver's breath hitched in his throat as he drew his bottom lip into his mouth to bite it. 'That's right... he spoke of a lesson... I almost forgot...' "More than discussions.... right? You... spoke of lessons..." His voice quivered slightly with anticipation and nervousness, something that Zack could probably catch onto easily. Looking back to Zack, he indeed caught the smile and even stared at it for awhile before chewing on his lip once more - he felt like a little child once more, one who had found their first fascination and was obsessed with it, and he could no longer deny that fact to himself... he wanted the other man.
"... where do we start...?" It was a dangerous question, but Oliver would never know that.
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Post by Zackariah Knite on Jul 5, 2012 11:25:05 GMT -5
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Zack raised an eyebrow when Oliver spoke up. Admittedly, he already planned to have the gijinka in his bed one way or another, but he never expected that he himself would suggest such a thing. Unless Oliver wasn’t aware what it would mean to sleep in the same bed as him, but Zack could make him learn it quickly. He wanted to take his time and savor every moment of easing the Team Rocket leader into his quarters, and it seemed like it wouldn’t be that far away into the future as he originally imagined.
"Oh, do you plan to stay the night? Because believe me, I won’t mind, not at all." He almost purred the last words as if murmuring a spell to make sure Oliver would stand to his words and indeed stay there for the rest of the night – doing whatever he had planned, or what he couldn’t imagine in his wildest dreams. All up to them, and Zack wouldn’t be the one to say no to an offer, maybe just for a little teasing.
He smiled and waited patiently for Oliver to talk while the man was opening the bottle, and Zack was surprised when he was continuing on with the polite gestures. "No, thank you." He said, shaking his head. "I’m fine, I’ll have some later." Alcohol wouldn’t quench his thirst now, what he wanted was something different, but he will have some of that later too, if his expectations were to come true. "Lessons, right." He nodded and pushed away from the desk, walking back to the couch Oliver was sitting on. He shooed the Zorua away, who was feinting sleep at the other end, which made the black fox grunt in disapproval and skitter away in sulking. The pokemon headed for the kitchen, as there was another pillowed chair that he liked to have a nap on, so they were completely alone in the living room now – not that Zack considered pokemon to be much of a company, but he still liked to keep certain matters private.
"First of all..." He started as he slowly stepped behind the couch and specifically behind Oliver, raising his hands to place them on the man’s shoulders. "You will have to relax. You are really tense, you know?" He leaned down to murmur the words into Oliver’s ears from behind, warm breath tickling the man’s neck, his fingers moving slowly but steadily on his shoulders and shoulder-blades, occasionally reaching forward to grace his collarbone. "I can feel it like this. We can’t have you be so stiff here." He did not stop even once massaging the hard muscles, making sure to feel them under his touch and to make Oliver feel him through those touches.
He was fully aware he was teasing the other, but really, that was his intention from the beginning. He needed to tease him, fire him up so his leader would want to feel him, and only him.
tags ★ Oliver~ <3 notes ★ Zack getting all sensual there, oops... Also, I totally forgot I got an egg counter in this thread, oops#2. Axew egg with 50% chance for shiny Hatching in: 6/7 ★ made byTama ★
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