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Post by ress1 on Jan 15, 2012 11:23:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,162px][atrb=height,489px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/rainytango/reiner2-1.jpg,true] | Nothing riled Ludwig up quite like his ears. You could call his mother a whole spate of names, insult his abilities, say that Zangoose was a stupid pokemon. None of those would bother him in the slightest, but the slightest mention of his ears was enough to send him into a complete rage.
Even if his nose wasn't that much better then a humans, he could still smell it. The smell of blood was a sharp tang in the air, and he loved it from the moment it hit his nostrils. It was going to be a fun night, even if he was pissed as hell. "Touch my ears again and you'll have more then a scratch." He snapped, body tense. He was angry, yes, but he wasn't stupid enough to lunge at Magnus. Magnus would simply dodge, because he was good at that, and he didn't want to give the snake any excuse to use his freaking bendy-spine to get out of the way. "Now leave them alone!"
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Post by magnus on Jan 15, 2012 14:12:05 GMT -5
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight He wasn’t going to lose this one. He absolutely refused to back down from this fight, even if it’d get the police called to the room. He doubted that though; leave it to the poor hotel maid to find them in the morning. He was sure there were more than a few screams going on in this dingy little place anyway. Ludwig was at least being smart, and unless he provoked him further, he definitely wasn’t going to jump at him. If his partner had been gifted with speed, then Magnus had definitely been gifted with agility. ”Ha! You’re more bark than bite, Ears.” Magnus was never usually one who made the first move, but he reasoned that Ludwig had already torn the crap out of his arm to start. Time for his partner to get some free ear piercings; those would look cute, right? Magnus pounced forward, extending his fangs and aiming for Ludwig’s left ear. His fangs were much like hypodermic needles; long and skinny and empty in the middle to pump venom. Hush my darling, don’t fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
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Post by ress1 on Jan 16, 2012 20:31:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,162px][atrb=height,489px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/rainytango/reiner2-1.jpg,true] | Well of course he was more bark then bite. If he wasn't, either him or Magnus would be dead, and he was fairly sure the one that was alive was going to be in a whole lot of trouble with Epispect. They were useful, now, had proved that they weren't completely inept, and their bosses wasn't going to take lightly to seriously injuring one another.
Magnus sprang - and while Ludwig was fast, he wasn't quite fast enough to get out of the way. He rolled with it, letting out a howl as Magnus bit his ear, and his first instinct was to jerk away. That would have been bad, however, because he liked his ears intact - not ripped to shreds by an idiot and his fangs. It hurt like hell, but he reached up, hooking an arm around Magnus's neck, claws close to his jugular. "Let go right the hell now, or I'll give you more then a freaking bite."
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Post by magnus on Jan 16, 2012 20:57:24 GMT -5
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight His heart was beating at an insane pace, like a frightened animal trapped behind his ribcage. Ludwig was so damned lucky that his ability made him immune to poisons, or Magnus would be automatically winning every one of their little spats. In fact, the German seemed to like it this way a little better; at least there was that challenge. It was rare that he met an equal in a fight, and his partner in crime came pretty damned close. Magnus was pretty distracted by just how squirmy Ludwig was being, and he didn’t notice his arm creeping around his neck until he felt sharp pricks against his skin. Ah, how the hell did he miss that? While Magnus had his fangs, Ludwig had his claws. But he’d yet to find himself defeated, and the blond was determined to have Ludwig on the losing end this time around. The shriek almost directly in his ear, however, was much appreciated. He doubted anybody would call the police; things like this were commonplace around these parts. ”…fine.” It was a low hiss from the back of his throat as he slowly, carefully, pulled his fangs out. But he wouldn’t have been Magnus if he didn’t have something up his sleeve, and before he let go completely, he snaked his arms around Ludwig’s torso and began squeezing down. Coil was such a useful move, now was it? He let go with his teeth, but kept his arms firmly wrapped around the other, growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. ”Wanna try anything before I squeeze the air out of you?”Hush my darling, don’t fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
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Post by ress1 on Jan 16, 2012 22:25:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,162px][atrb=height,489px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/rainytango/reiner2-1.jpg,true] | It was always like this. There was always a fight, always banter, and then things always got astoundingly bloody. That was part of the fun, really, because Ludwig loved blood - although he generally preferred that it not be his own.
His ear felt a bit better the moment the fangs were gone, but the crushing feeling against his ribs was by no means pleasant. It was painful, an uncomfortable ache that made him shift and squirm. He even heard a rib pop as he carefully shifted, claws no longer quite so close to Magnus's jugular.
So Ludwig opted to take it down a path where he was sure he'd win, leaning in to press his lips against Magnus's, waiting only a moment before nipping at it.
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Post by magnus on Jan 16, 2012 22:49:00 GMT -5
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight Ludwig was pleasantly soft; there wasn’t as muscle on him as there was on Magnus, and he found it quite fun to just squeeze him until he couldn’t breathe… And then release him, of course, though at times he found himself precariously close to just not letting go. Those were the times where the fights weren’t petty; when they were real and over something tangible. It was those times where they fought to kill, and were only pulled back to reason when one of them were near death. Ah, now he was getting it. The other man was squirming around in his arms, a vain attempt to get him to loosen his coil. It was definitely not happening however, and he continued to squeeze and squeeze until there was a popping noise from his chest. The first semi-serious injury that night was his; a popped rib to do for his troubles. He loved the sound and loved how Ludwig seemed to squirm just a bit harder now that he was injured; more than just a little scratch. The direct threat was eased from his neck, doing the smarter thing and pulling his hand away. Magnus felt a small smile pull the edges of his lips, thinking he was gaining leeway in the matter until he felt lips against his own. Oh, so Ludwig was using that move, now was he? Cheater. But he liked that cheat. Magnus leaned right into the kiss, feeling the familiar tug at his bottom lip. The blond hissed, running his own pierced tongue along the roof of the other’s mouth before extending his fangs again. This time, it was only a vague threat. Would he like a tongue piercing too? Hush my darling, don’t fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
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Post by ress1 on Jan 16, 2012 23:10:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,162px][atrb=height,489px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/rainytango/reiner2-1.jpg,true] | Damn those fangs. They made things all messy and painful in ways he didn't like. He needed his tongue, after all, and his lips. Other things? Not so much. He could deal with some damage elsewhere, but damnit, he needed that tongue.
Even if the feeling of Magnus's split tongue was downright impressive - and his own little piercings all the better. He wanted those, really, but he was slightly nervous about let anyone get that close to his tongue. Maybe one day, but right now... hell no.
He shifted slightly, breaking the kiss with only a minor bit of reluctance. "Let go, you bastard." He muttered, shifting his hands down Magnus's back - and then casually trailing his nails along his partner's back. It wasn't hard enough to do serious damage, but even lightly dragging with only a tiny bit of pressure was still enough to leave red trails down Magnus's back.
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Post by magnus on Jan 16, 2012 23:38:56 GMT -5
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight Magnus knew very well that Ludwig got squirmy around his fangs, and for good reason too. He didn’t blame him on that part, especially if a rogue prick from them could give him a multitude of unwanted piercings in horrible places. However, he couldn’t be poisoned by him, which was a blessing on Ludwig’s side and a curse on some occasions on Magnus’. The other man pulled away, pushing on him just a bit as their lips parted. By the sound of his shallow pants, he was still having some issues breathing from the coil. The muttered request was thought over but not obliged quite yet… That was, until he shuttered when he felt the nail trail down his back. It stung where it dug into the skin, running just along his spine that Ludwig now found was rather flexible. ”You’re awfully boring.” Magnus said at last, releasing Ludwig from his coil though still keeping him in a sort of hug. If he wanted to wiggle free than he would, but the blond was perfectly content to curl up with something warm and possibly fall asleep, work forgotten for the time being. Hush my darling, don’t fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
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Post by ress1 on Jan 17, 2012 10:47:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,162px][atrb=height,489px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/rainytango/reiner2-1.jpg,true] | Sometimes, Ludwig was forced to wonder if the Zangoose DNA in him was affecting his brain. In theory, it shouldn't have, but there were times when his desire to just kill Magnus outright seemed a shade stronger then it should have been. Really, he shouldn't have wanted to kill Magnus all that much, because the man was the best damn partner he'd had in ages. He did, though, at times like this, when he could smell his partners blood.
He shifted slightly as the wrap was released, pressing closer to Magnus to lean up, planting what might have been a light kiss to Magnus's neck - had he not immediately followed it up by lapping at the blood on his neck for a moment before shifting back slightly. "You never answered my question." He began, oblivious to the fact that Magnus actually had. "Why'd we transfer, again?"
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Post by magnus on Jan 17, 2012 16:19:34 GMT -5
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight Once Magnus found a warm place to curl up in, he immediately calmed down. Well, for most cases this was how it worked. He never used to be like this, and now that he was actually counting up the ways that his Seviper DNA was affecting him, it was perhaps a little more than he’d like. Ludwig was warm, and so it wasn’t long before he was almost purring as he curled up on top of him. Of course, a heating lamp and a pillow would easily replace such things, but he didn’t quite want to spend the money on a custom made one that was big enough. He felt the slight pressure against his neck, followed by a slightly rough tongue that cleaned the blood off. Ah, so his nails did puncture him after all, but not deep enough that he’d feel it badly. He moved only a fraction to sort of nudge Ludwig’s face away, not trusting that Zangoose to have his teeth anywhere near his neck. Of course, this hadn’t been an actual, full-on fight either. It was a little scuffle that ended with a few holes in Ludwig’s ear and a few scratches down Magnus’ arm. If anything, this was a good day. ”No reason that concerns you.” It was the same reply as last time and it wasn’t about to change just because his partner was whining about it. Hush my darling, don’t fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
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Post by ress1 on Jan 17, 2012 16:47:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,162px][atrb=height,489px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/rainytango/reiner2-1.jpg,true] | Whaaaat? Magnus wasn't even going to tell him? What an ass. There was no way he was just going to let that pass, so he shifted, cuddling into Magnus himself. The damn snake was cold, but so much easier to argue with when he was warm and comfortable. Magnus got complacent, and almost nice when he was like this, and it was so much easier to win arguments when his guard was down.
Well, perhaps not down, but not as high as it was usually.
"Oh come on, don't be like that. I'm just curious. Did you piss off a girlfriend? Mafia coming after you? Hate the regional leader? C'mon, you gotta tell me."
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Post by magnus on Jan 17, 2012 17:09:22 GMT -5
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight Magnus was willing to bet a few month’s pay to say that this shitty motel didn’t even have heating on. Everybody probably broiled to death during the summer and froze during the winter, and he was definitely feeling the cold if it weren’t for Ludwig. What was the guy’s damage, anyway? In the past, he would’ve gotten kicked at, punched and screamed at it he even dared to try and curl up to him for warmth. Now, the other man seemed to actually lean into the hug, but the reason was made clear soon enough. ”Yeah, angry girlfriend, sure.” It was the closest he’d be able to get to explaining it, anyway. Really, he felt so badly for Johan, but how else was he supposed to deal with it? He didn’t know how to even begin trying to figure that one out, let alone returning the feeling. He seemed so sad now though, and Magnus wasn’t even sure if he got any good sleep; his lights were always on very late. Magnus sighed and told himself to stop thinking about it. The time would come where he’d have to pick, and he’d do it no sooner and no later. ”And what’s wrong with you today, huh? I would’ve had my fingers broken if I tried this yesterday.”Hush my darling, don’t fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
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Post by ress1 on Jan 17, 2012 18:06:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,162px][atrb=height,489px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/rainytango/reiner2-1.jpg,true] | Angry girlfriend? Well, that was fun. If Magnus had one of those, Ludwig would be more then happy to kill her off. "Magnus, I'm going to be straight with you here: This place is a shithole. The whole section of the city is a stinking pile of crap, filled with motels like these. As long as we're here, we're going to get stuck with stuff like this, and I want to go back." Only it was too late to change that option, and he got a bonus for being willing to move around, for having no ties of his own. He'd go wherever they wanted with whoever they wanted, and was paid handsomely for his time.
"So lets just get rid of whatever the issue is, and go back to our old stomping grounds. You can't possibly want to be here any more then I do."
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Post by magnus on Jan 17, 2012 18:19:32 GMT -5
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight Magnus could’ve sworn a broken spring was stabbing him in the back, and when he hesitantly buried his nose in the pillow, all he could smell was unwashed sheets and other questionable things. He sighed and curled up a bit more, feeling himself growing more and more placid with each passing second. Ludwig was the sole source of warmth in the room, and it was damned comfortable, even with various broken pieces of bed poking him every which way. There was a pause, however, as Ludwig suggested they take care of his “problem” in the most efficient and streamline matter. It was true that he hated it here in the worse parts of the city, having lived a couple of years very high end thanks to his… business. Of course, killing the problem off was always his go-to plan and always the easiest way out of a problem. Hell, killing Johan to get rid of his problem hadn’t escaped his mind too many times, lingering those couple of times he did actually think about it. However, the guilt was enough to make it stop. Magnus’ lips pressed into a tight line, mulling it over for a couple of seconds before shaking his head. ”We can’t do that. This one’s a special case.” Hush my darling, don’t fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
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Post by ress1 on Jan 17, 2012 18:31:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,162px][atrb=height,489px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/rainytango/reiner2-1.jpg,true] | Oh what the hell. 'Special case'? Ludwig didn't like special cases. Special cases were things that got him hurt, that lost him his prey. He'd never heard Magnus call anyone a special case before, and he didn't like it. He shifted back a bit, carefully drawing the warmth away from Magnus to see if his partner was going to follow along, and grimaced.
"Special case? Unless your ex girlfriend is some Epispect official, no one is a special case to us. If she is, then jesus hell man, why are you even on the job? Go back to her, and live the high life." Honestly, it was as simple as that.
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