All Night Long

[Annette Andres]

but come to think a b o u t i t I think
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Apollo had told her they were all going to be just meeting up at the party itself, that he had some business to attend to first, something to get for them. She should have questioned it further, she really should have- but she was just so tired of everything in general. Was willing to for apparently whatever reason to just let Apollo arrange everything for the three of them. And somewhere in the back of her mind while she'd been getting ready she could hear her brain whisper 'first mistake'. She had at least, with the memory of him telling her not to wear black, selected just that color of dress out of her closet- telling herself the whole time that it wasn't throwing a fit it was proving a point, that she wasn't totally and completely letting him decide everything for her, she was still making her own decisions... Telling her not to wear black... It wasn't even her standby color, wouldn't have been the color that she had sought out of her selection above all others- she had a blue dress in there that she hadn't worn to any school functions ever that she would have put on first. Most of her dresses were colored actually- what few she brought with her to the castle each term. It was only two that she'd had to choose from, the first way too long to be considered a 'party' dress at all. Actually- if it hadn't have been for the fact that she was so out of sorts and everything up in the air as it had been- added to the commentary from his royal pain in her derriere... she probably wouldn't have worn the dress at all. It wasn't anything like what she normally wore out, clung to her in places that she was only just now becoming comfortable with having- sleeveless in a way that before this past year she never would have been able to wear... This would be, if she thought about it- which of course she hadn't really been doing, the first real time that the three of them had hung out since things had gotten so weird, since everything had been spoiled as it had been by … she couldn't even pinpoint it on one incident alone. It was just like everything that could possibly go wrong between the three of them had. Fingers paused to push at the black lining her eyes. Pull away some of what had become too much. She looked like a friggin' raccoon. She was so bad at this. And she only had so long before she would be too late from the time that Apollo had given her- and she was so familiar with the consequences of that. They weren't two to wait that long on her, it wouldn't be the first time she'd managed to get somewhere late enough for the both of them to have found other ways to distract themselves. Nope, nope, nope. No thank you. Apollo had promised her that tonight would help fix things, get them back to normal, or as close as was possible. That meant not providing any more reasons for things to become any more convoluted. Her eyes ran over the jewelry once, discarding the option to put anything out of her usual on and allowing her eyes to linger once on her expression- eyes a little to wide in the mirror as she looked back, brow just a bit too pinched. Stress, her face didn't carry it well.

Most of her dorm was either already out or sleeping, leaving her to trip her own way down out of it and the common room entirely, coming to a complete halt at the sight of Apollo leaning up against the wall leading up to it- smug smirk already in place. He had said they were going to meet her there- she'd been all prepared for it, for walking there on her own. She almost slapped at his hand when he reached it out, pulling on her fingers until she was standing next to him. “You said---” her voice caught in the back of her throat uncomfortably when he straightened, almost stepping into her with the motion. He'd been doing that a lot lately. Playing with her physical boundaries again. It would be more annoying if he'd do it more when she expected, when she had time to come up with the witty replies she'd given him every time in the past. She settled for rolling her eyes instead, wrapping her fingers back around his and tugging as she turned- intent on getting to the party. Only he wasn't moving, still smirking at her like she was missing out on something important. She hated it when they did that, hated that she reacted so strongly at all- evident in the frown that pulled at her lips as she turned exaggeratedly back to him. ”Hello to you too Annette.” Another eye roll. She wasn't playing that game tonight. He was the one that had told her to expect them at the party itself. Where was Mikey even? Probably already there waiting- which left her to wonder why Apollo had been sent to collect her, usually it was the pair of them. But she wasn't going to ask. She refused. ”Oh come off of it, I had an idea-” his shoulders shrugging back as the smirk on his lip intensified. ”To make this easier.” Easier? Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as his other hand pushed into his pocket- fingers sought around until they found what they were apparently searching for- his wrist wriggling as he went to pull them back out, hand curled into a fist. “You had an idea? I thought this whole night was your idea?” He was the one who'd gone about talking her into it- telling her what not to wear and-- what was that in his hand? Baggies? Nope. She didn't do that. She knew that Mikey and he did obviously. She'd even been around when they had before. That was fine. She just wasn't that big into the whole drugs thing. Didn't trust herself on them, especially not considering the company she kept. Drinking was one thing- could be bad enough. But she'd seen how stupid the pair of them alone could act when they were on them. Had seen the things that they did. Nope nope nope. Dangerous. It wasn't until her hands moved off of what he was holding up and back to his that he spoke at all, looking more amused even than he had before. ”C'mon now dwarf... Mikey's doing it too. There's nothing wrong with them. They're just going to … take the edge off of everything.” She huffed, her free hand going to the hem of her dress- fingers twisting up in the silky material. “Mikey's doing it too is hardly the thing to convince me. Mikey's done plennnty of things I wouldn't.” Namely stupid girls. But that wasn't bitter. She was over bitter. Just like she was over that laugh of his. Darn it all.

”You want things to go back to normal? Then take them. If you don't fine- all the more for me.” His hand started to pull them back away but her own shot out to close around his wrist before she could think about it- eyes darting back down to the bags. She did want things to even out- to stop having to question what the hell it was that was going on and just... her eyes rotated back up to his smug expression with narrowed eyes. “That's it? They just take the edge off? How?” There was no way she was just going to pop one of them without knowing more. She'd been around when they'd taken ones that had them literally giggling for four hours straight. Not even able to talk. Not that they'd seen anything wrong with it- but they'd looked ridiculous. She didn't want to take something like that. Especially not in public. ”They just lower your inhibitions and make you more in the moment. Like alcohol, but without having to fucking drink yourself into a near coma.” Again, the speculative eyeing of the baggies nestled in the palm he was holding out between them. She didn't mind alcohol. Liked alcohol even... And the pills were pretty at least. Blue and pink. She wondered if they came in those colors specifically or if Apollo had had a choice. Sparkles. Were they supposed to sparkle? His fingers wiggled, jostling the two baggies there in his palm and eliciting a sigh from her. “Fine.” Just this once. It wouldn't hurt. Right? Right. Couldn't possibly. Why wasn't he laughing. His eyes were just speculative when she looked back up, lips pulling in a half- smile. She had expected something more victorious- had expected bragging even. Her fingers twitched- going for the bag herself- but he beat her to it, uncurling his fingers from hers and reaching up, stepping back away from her to open one of the bags. Bringing it to his lips and tilting his head back to swallow two of them himself. Two. Wait. “Why are there two a piece?” He chuckled, his eyes running down to the bag he was opening for her now, running the two pills between thumb and forefinger. ”They react off of one another or something. I don't know you'd have to ask Joel. Stick out your tongue.” From lecturing to demanding. He was in a weird mood tonight too, though realizing it did nothing to help her any, her eyes slanting as she looked at him with disbelief. Stick out her tongue? Please, he'd taken his on his own. She was more than capable of... ”Do you want to do this or not elf?” Reluctantly her mouth opened, her tongue sticking out more as if she were sticking it out at him rather than for him, but his hand rose anyways- index finger running along the middle of the flat of her tongue- the two caplets bursting onto her tongue- warmth spreading out from where the initial contact was made and rushing through her entire mouth.


The music pounded around them, filling the enclosed space and vibrating through her bones. Oh Merlin. She didn't know how long it had been since they'd actually arrived, or when it was that he'd pulled her onto the floor. Everything was … alert and present around her- the colors more vibrant, the flashing lights all the more present- they seemed to cut into her instead of around, their warmth sinking into her exposed skin and forcing her very molecules to vibrate in time with it. The bodies around her were blurry, insignificant- all of them pressing up against one another, bumping into them occasionally. Hands twisted on her hips, pulling her up off of the ground as a thigh slid between hers, lifted her up onto it. Jeans. She'd never had jeans between her thighs like that before, never had them scrape at the sensitive flesh as they were doing now- pulling at it with each swivel of her hips. It was.. different- her stomach filling with heat as Apollo's hands moved, down, one pausing just under the bone of her hip as the other slid around her, down to the skin just under where the hem of her dress ended, pressing into the inside of her thigh there as if to encourage her to open them more. Her head shook, forehead falling to his shoulder as her hair came to fall down and curtain her face from everything else going on around her. The tempo of the music changed again, her hips adjusting suitably in time. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, like every time the jean clad leg between hers shifted another curl of it through her system- like every tightening of his fingers around her flesh was stoking it higher. Her neck rolled, fingers sliding up from where they'd been resting on his stomach to his chest, stretching until the flats of her palms could rest over his chest- feeling the erratic beat within resonate within her skin, her own racing to match it. Floaty. That was what she felt. Floaty. Like her body and her mind were completely separate while still managing to just barely exist on the same plane. Floaty... and more connected than she ever had before. Lips grazed the top of her head, chin pushing against it shortly after, her neck shifting appropriately with the motion, turning the inside of her cheek into his chest, chin up towards the one above her. Not that the face was looking back at her- rather over her into the crowd, the hands tightening around her more extensively than before, illiciting a small gasp from her rounded lips as his head lowered slightly, mouth pressing firmly into her forehead this time, running over the space as the lips curled upwards into a smile. Smile? Smirk probably- a giggle was stiffed into his chest, fingers twitching over his shirt. Her world was lifted suddenly, feet hanging in the air above the floor as she was repositioned, flipped with her back to the stomach of the man holding her, the hands sliding down her body into different areas now- one arm almost curling around her stomach, fingers dipping as low as they could on the small of it without drifting into other territory, the other dropping so his hand could curl around her hip from his angle, pushing to encourage her hips back into movement. Something she did without thought as she felt her skin prickle, the squeezing grip on her hip bringing her eyes up- directly across from the pair of them to a familiar form. Her pulse increased tenfold, breath catching in the back of her throat. Mikey. Mikey in ~~~... her blood pounded, hands coming up to curl around the arm across her midsection, tongue darting out along her lips. The body behind her curled down, nose running along the side of her face before coming to a rest at her hair- ”Hold your hands out to him princess.” Dark and throaty against the shell of her ear- she didn't even think about it as her arms extended, palms rotating outwards towards him.

now drop it l o w and let me see your hips swing
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THIS POST WAS WRITTEN FOR » Party, Mikey, Apollo
THERE ARE THIS MANY WORDS » asdfadsfa
THE LYRICS ARE FROM » savage- Swing
THEY ARE WEARING » www.polyvore.com/party/set?id=103110600
THESE ARE MY LAST WORDS » wellllllll
CREDIT GOES TO » carolyn at caution.

[Michael Wilde]

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The sweater wrested off of his head with some difficulty, the neck hole was too small, or the sleeves too wet...or something. He couldn't even tell but it was off now. He'd be needing a change, and a shower before the party tonight. After things that had just happened, he had thought the practice he had just endured would have made everything better. Had thought for some reason that it would have worked off the energy he had built in in the hallway, built up between Apollo and himself, because of Apollo...against Apollo...his mind was racing again. Fuck. Well, showers were good for other things as well. Just as well. He needed to be thinking clearly, for whatever the hell it was going to mean by showing up to the party to meet him. The hallway, could have been brushed off as just Mikey being Mikey, would have been accepted enough by everybody who knew him. If that had been what Apollo had chosen, but it wasn't. The curtains of the four poster were ripped open, to a gift fluttering slightly on his pillow. Joel? It wouldn't have been out of the ordinary, the free stuff to test, but the smiley face...that was all Apollo. Even with crude drawings on paper he was arrogant. He pulled another bag from his pocket and deposited it in his nightside table, wouldn't be needing those then. Even if it was the same thing, he would take the ones Apollo had left instead.

What the hell was he doing with her. He could dance with Annie, that was nothing new...but he was lifting her, he was...showing off. He had said that he would be his man. More or less. He had said it, in his own way whenever he had invited him to this thing in the first place. Had left presents on the pillow, Mikey had thought that this was going to make things better somehow. Still...he felt...jealous. He was jealous. He didn't like it one little bit. Even as the emotion surged, the drugs in his system worked to combat it, worked to turn it into something else, something that could be intensified to the same level. For Mikey, that go to emotion was arousal. He could feel it stirring in him the moment the eyes locked on him, and while he knew it was because of the drugs, for this particular instance, and he would roll with it. Like he always did. Even if it made him more than a little uncomfortable the way he was supporting Annie's weight, the way her heeled feet were lifted just a little too far off the ground, like he was sexualizing her. She was letting him. Did she want him to be doing that? She certainly didn't seem to be protesting with the way his arms wrapped around her, her fingers pressing so easily into the flesh of his arm. That arm wasn't hers to be squeezing. She wasn't his to be squeezing. There was something so very wrong about all of his.

His head dipped, even though his eyes were locked onto Apollo's, his lips finding her ear despite the hair covering it. “Do you want him?” he remarked, he still didn't want to think that any of that was true. There wasn't any way that they had been sleeping together this whole time. There was no way that they were dating, he wasn't dating a man who was already dating. He didn't really think she would answer, not with Apollo pressed against her. Couldn't want Apollo the way that he wanted Apollo. Never mind he hadn't even figured that out until he had seen him walking out of class this afternoon. Couldn't. She wasn't that sort of...but the way her hand was transferred to his body, the way she didn't remove it like she should have, like he expected her to, his head shifted, rotating to press his nose more deeply into her hair, his lips pushing through the fragrant wall that had been her hair, lips brushing against the shell of her ear, hot breath reverberating from her skin back onto where it had originated from. “Do you want me?”

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S tatus: Done
T Party Party Party
O utfit:
N otes: Finally guys. 7th year, november
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Apollo Erikson]

SO LET ME FORM A CIRCLE
E V E R Y B O D Y S T E P B A C K
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Jealous. Apollo knew that look, it came across his face anytime that he wasn't getting the attention he thought that was his to begin with- anytime that someone walked off from him to spend time with someone else. A variation of that expression when either he or the elf attempted a 'relationship' and his time was cut in any way. That was different though, less possessive now than what was pulling at Mikey's features like that- gaze drifting down to the hands on his arm. Good. He'd noticed then. He wondered if he'd noticed just how high he'd had the skirt of her dress pushed up a moment ago, or if he'd noticed that his knuckle had just barely been brushing the lacy edge of her boyshorts. Had that been the first thing he'd seen? Or had he really only seen them since Apollo had caught sign of him? Did it matter? It was the desired reaction- his eyes flitting back between the pair of them with that same suspicion that he'd put there the previous year and again the start of this term. His fingertips dug into the flesh beneath them, pushed against Annette's lower stomach, ran a half circle there as he pushed his lips into her forehead, running them over the very corner of it to hide the smirk twisting his lips. Good. She wasn't even paying attention to him anymore, he could feel the way her breathing had escalated, the way she pushed herself however unwittingly back into him as her eyes landed on the familiar curls he'd turned her towards. Did she realize? Just how similar a situation this was to the last time they'd gotten themselves in trouble? To that time he'd kissed her and started what they were supposed to be 'fixing' tonight? His hips shifted with more pressure against her at the thought, watching the way she looked at Mikey, the way Mikey looked in askance at the two of them. His fingers dipped just that slightest bit lower, bowed his back down enough to run his nose along the side of her face, over her cheek- inhaling like he could swallow the blush on her cheek. “Hold your hands out to him princess.” Call him over. His lips stretched even wider as she did so- as if she didn't even have to pause to think about it. Was that the drugs? Or everything else finally getting to her? A combination of both? He'd take it regardless, his fingers curling into the material of her dress as Mikey stalked closer. Good. Yes. He barely held back from running his tongue along the side of her face as Mikey came within reaching distance, her little hands curling around his and pulling him into them. Well he hadn't even instructed her to do that. Good girl. His fingers curled tighter around her in approval, lips moving once more over her forehead. She was learning, even if she didn't know it. The hand at her hip shifted, let go to take one of hers that she'd dropped since Mikey had stepped close enough and press it to his chest, watching with interest as her other moved to the hip in front of her without direction again.

He didn’t know what was being said as Mikey’s eyes locked on him, didn’t know and didn’t care. That was between them, that was fine. He just fucking hoped she managed to keep up this streak of doing the right things, that it translated to words that he couldn’t whisper in her other ear for her. Well he could, if it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t hear over the music- couldn’t even read the lips that were whispering from the angle he was at. He could see only eyes, the side of even her face blocked by the one looking at him- looking at him and making his lips curl further. He knew exactly the effect of the things pumping through his system- knew just how much he’d be twisting himself up in the pair of them. Because he may have already taken the drugs, but he hadn’t had a warm little body moving against him yet, he’d just gotten here. It would just be kicking in for him- in reality, the crush of it all. His hands slid along the girl they were holding, took that half step forward into the next grind of his hips against her ass that put them all right—there, good. Right where they were supposed to have been in the first place had Mikey not stopped to talk. But of course he had, with it being Annette that he was holding. Apollo had fucking expected that, had his lips twitching even now as he felt whatever it was that Mikey was saying force a moan through her body, reverberating back into his chest. Well, that hadn’t been seen- but Annette was far more sexual than Apollo had ever given her credit for. He’d gone years thinking that she was just a nun… or a lesbian… or even asexual. His fingers at her hip tensed, moved just enough to allow another pair to slide through, pressing down further than he had before with the extra weight to back him up. Good. The hand not nearest the other man’s flexed, pushing fabric as he caught something just in the blue gaze before lips crushed to his, moving over his own with the same intensity they had in the hallway, arm banding around the girl between them to press into his side. Well, he wasn’t saying no- his own lips moving aggressively under his, more so than they had earlier that day, more heated than he’d allowed then. His. His hips jerked forward into the body in front of him, moaning as it pressed as far back down as it could and suddenly his fingers were loosening, moving down from where they had been and coming up under the hem of fabric- just under the curve of her ass as his fingers wrapped, pulling upwards in a swift motion that forced them all more tightly together. There. Right fucking there, sliding up under her almost even with the force he used, groaning into the lips connected with his at the contact it provided as her legs spread, wrapping around the man in front of her. Yes, she was instinctual, taking only the slightest of direction and moving forward with it, the fingers wrapped up almost to her inner thigh squeezed, kneaded the flesh and was rewarded with her neck arching back, crown of her head falling into his shoulder. Her hips didn’t stop the movement of the beat they’d been following before, pressed more tightly now- almost jerky as his tongue flipped between the lips, ran along edges before he was released, teeth snapping in front of his face bringing the smirk back even more. He thought he was cute… One of his hands shifted, moving along her and her thigh until it could transfer bodies- mirror the hand on his waist, push into the flesh as he felt arms move onto Annette- her body shifting in response with- another moan? As she lifted her chin up to his, closed the space between the two faces. Well that was a pretty picture. He hummed in response, tightened his grips on the both of them as he ground his hips that fraction more.

Apollo didn’t have to feel the wrist against his holding her thigh to know exactly what was taking place on the other side of him, didn’t need to look down and see the evidence with the way the two of them were acting. He knew Mikey’s reactions well enough, knew exactly what it was that hand was doing down underneath her skirts, brushing against his thigh as it moved. His lips curled up further, the hand on Mikey’s waist flattening further, fingers extending as he watched the two of them kiss. He’d seen his friend kiss plenty of girls over the years, had seen far more than that when they’d been going through that period at the end of last year. He was sure the whole dorm had, even if none of them had been paying quite the same amount of attention to it as he had been. He hadn’t anticipated them falling into place quite so quickly, had figured it would take at least another half of the party before things escalated to this level, not that he was complaining, the hand gripping her thigh shifting- pushing down until his fingers were just outside of the other pair gripping her there, could feel just exactly what it was that he wasn’t able to actually visibly see. His stomach clenched that slightest bit tighter, feeling the smug expression on his face shift just slightly as the two of them broke apart, her head falling forward onto Mikey’s shoulder as he looked over at him with that smile. He’d never one to focus overmuch on explaining himself- didn’t see the need to, didn’t feel he owed it to anyone. But he could understand the question there, the way he looked at him up over her shoulder like that. He might have nodded even- but the realization that he’d kissed Mikey, and she’d kissed Mikey… and hadn’t kissed him settled in his mind, eyebrows meeting once as the hand that had been pressing, moving over the sweater’s fabric in front of him released, moved up to the back of Annette’s neck and wrapped around, fingers pulling her back until her blue eyes were blinking up at him. She really was much prettier when she wasn’t schooling her features into that damned boring expression she usually tried to keep up pretenses with. He didn’t bother with asking her, his face pausing just before his lips met hers to taste the air in front of her- lips opening before they fell over hers, his tongue running over and along her bottom lip. He had expected the same hesitation he’d been met with the last time he did it, had expected some pause for her to process- not her hand going up and over her own neck to wind around his, fingers pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck and dragging him closer. Hadn’t expected the opening of her lips under his or the way she pushed back against him. His chuckle was swallowed into her mouth, pressed as his tongue sought hers- fingers between her thighs spreading, moving around the hand already there and pressing up into it- stroking both parties flesh with his own.

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WORDS :: some
TAGS :: Mikey/Annie
OUTFIT :: ~~~~
NOTES :: Well damn.
CREDZ :: Song is "Perfect Day" by Collective Soul (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).

[Annette Andres]

but come to think a b o u t i t I think
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Mikey. Mikey. Mikey. Mikey. Shiiii--- her brain cut the word off before she could, mouth drying as he started towards them. She wanted to lick him. The thought was erroneous, drifting across her consciousness just as quickly as it had come- the visual touching down and leaving as it was replaced with him almost there. The air hit her palms, dug into them as she waited, her hips pressing back further into the body behind hers as if to ground herself. Oh. He was so handsome. As soon as he was within reaching distance her hands moved again, of their own accord wrapping around his wrists and dragging him closer- pulling until he was pressed right in front of her, fingers loosing and dropping to her sides as she looked up at him, tracing the line of his jaw, the plains of his chest as he dipped down, nose running along her hair sending shivers throughout her entire body- sending her thighs clenching despite her movements. “Do you want him?” Him? Her brain couldn't even process what it was he was saying with him so close to her like this, couldn't understand what him he was referring to? Him? The only him she could see was him. Even if she could feel someone else pressed up behind her, pressed into her... Apollo, her brain identified as his hand wrapped around one of hers- dragged it up to press it into Mikey's chest- her fingers curling around the pectoral muscle there- pressing into the flesh and wondering at the new heartbeat, the new feel. She couldn't beat in time to the both of them. Couldn't- oh her other hand curling around his hip, fingers digging up beneath the hem of his shirt without warning or thought, pressing into the flesh. Oh, oh her ear. Her toes curled down into the sole of the heel- pressing her body up into the movement. “Do you want me?” Him. Him. Hadn't she already said that? Somewhere in the center of her chest a moan built up- deep and throaty as it traveled up her throat, caught only by the gasp that she managed to throw in its place, fingers tensing where they touched him, the half step forward the body behind her took pressing her into him entirely.

Her entire body was… moving on its own, responded to the excess of stimulation compared to the none it usually got-breathing out deeply at the warm air against his skin as he spoke again. “You should have said bananie,” Said? Said what? Nope, nope, nope- her brain couldn’t even accept that as hips pushed into her from both in front and behind, as her fingers twitched against their hold on the soft fabric of his sweater. She couldn’t even form words back, could only stare at him as he pulled away and smiled at her. Merlin, that smile- she’d never had that aimed at her, had never seen that before, the way his lips did that, convincing her that if she were just higher up she’d be pressing her lips into his if only to learn the way that they curved like that so she could make hers do the same- make him see hers like that. Oh Merlin. Her head tilted to watch him look at Apollo, to watch him dip his head down and- oh, her entire mouth went dry, eyes widening so far that she wasn’t even sure they could get any larger, thighs clamping against one another as something rumbled against her back- oh, that was just. Her hips shifted a little, bottom lip sinking in between her teeth as widened eyes became more hooded, as toes curled down into her shoes and the hips behind her were moving against her with a different rhythm now, jerking into her in a way that had her pressing back down right up until fingers! Oh those were fingers that were curling around them, pulling them apart and- her breath came out in almost a squeak as she was lifted entirely off the ground, hanging suspended between them as her eyes stayed glued to the joining of their lips and- her thighs parted of their own volition, curling her legs around the hips directly in front of her own and being literally pushed into them- being pushed into the sensation of soft fleece against her thighs this time, rubbing against the abrasions left by denim, against thin cotton that made her swallow thickly in response... That was entirely different, entirely new, this thing pressing into her like that, making her arch her back slightly in the space she was allowed, the fingers squeezing the insides of her thighs pulling the skin until she wasn’t even sure that she could manage it- her head rolling back onto her neck, falling against the dip of a shoulder as she felt even more hands glide over her butt, felt the pressure on her torso decrease slightly and force eyelashes to flutter open from where she hadn’t been aware they’d drifted shut, her pupils widening as the face dropped in front of her this time, closed that space more between them and before she’d even realized it hands were drifting up his torso, pressing hard into the fabric beneath, fingers curling into collarbones as she closed the distance with a moan in the back of her throat, lips pressing into the pair in front of her and—oh fingers! Fingers on her inner thigh, pulling the flesh more and oh oh oh, that was not her thigh that was- her back almost bowed at the contact of flesh against hers, mouth opening under his so teeth could pull at the bottom lip that fell between her two, pull as her hands curled more tightly around the collarbone. Oh he was… Mikey was kissing her. And touching her and her hips hadn’t once, even when lifted, stopped the circular motion that she associated with dancing up until this point-only now more jerky as it was trying to follow both the pressure at her back and front- the finger inside of her boy shorts, that had her moaning again- gasping into the mouth attached to hers.

Ohhhh. It was like an exhalation in her mind, caught somewhere between the line of surprise and pleasure as his lips moved over her own. It was like stimulation overload pressed between the two of th em- with his fingers, oh his fingers. She’d never… had never had anyone touch her like that before, hadn’t ever realized that it would be so different from her own, that the pads of his fingers could be that much different than her own pretending to be his- but they were, dragging over her flesh with his lip between her own. She didn’t even bother biting back the moan this time, or trying to- her fingers digging into the flesh she had a hold of as if she could somehow center herself to that spot. It was too much- for her- like this. Too much for her to not feel as if she were literally coming undone between the two bodies pressing in on all sides of her while- ohh, a shuddered gasp into his lips as his finger sank inside of her, pushed into her and- Her whole body almost shook, just barely not because oh. Nope, nope, nope. She’d never done that, found it uncomfortable to do herself, couldn’t manage to figure out how she was supposed to move them like that but he was just… just. Her eyes were still closed, unable to bring them back open as he pulled back from her face- her teeth going to capture her bottom lip between them- pushing down harder than she had with his as a different set of fingers pushed down further between her thighs, ran along the flesh and – her forehead fell forward, pressing into the shoulder that was for once level- coherent thought fleeing her brain as a cacophony of noises and colors built up behind her lids, made her skin dance with the sensations coursing through her blood stream. She just wanted to… to… a hand at her neck pulling back had her head shifting- eyes opening with some haze as she looked up into Apollo’s- trying to figure out what it was he was looking like that at her for until his head dipped, giving her just that moment to realize what it was he was intending before a different set of lips was pressing into her own. The shaping was different, the way they slanted over hers with an entirely different set of lips was pressing into her own. The shaping was different, the way they slanted over hers with an entirely different air- but her lips opened anyways, her body bowing back so that she could find purchase in the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him closer- taste the clove and mint alcohol on his breath- lose herself in the heady feeling of his tongue pressing against her own.

Her fingers tightened in the hold she had on Apollo’s hair, nearly gasping into the contact as his tongue slid along hers, the crush of two bodies holding her up filling in with the music between her pores- strobe lights behind her closed eyelids beating in time with her pounding heart. She could feel- the overheated hands of the both of them, pushing into her flesh, around her flesh- feel the fingers up under her dress curling into her, around her. It was almost too much, this whole thing almost too much. Sensation overload. Everything curled through her; her body so heated she felt as if she were literally burning, undulating hips and grasping fingers. She could feel the body in front of her still, feel Mikey pressing into her and holding her suspended between the both of them- feel his chest underneath her other palm. Something she couldn’t stop from running up, pushing into the cloth covered flesh until it turned to skin, rolling over the muscles in his shoulder and curling- nails digging into the skin as something vibrated through the lips she was connected to, shook down into her chest and sent her toes curling into the heels on the other side of Mikey. Her lips stilled in entirety as the hand behind her shifted, pulled at her flesh and ran along it. It wasn’t until it relocated to her front and pressed down into the front of her underwear though, just above the hand with fingers pressing inside of her that she felt her entire body shake though, felt her center of gravity shift as her closed eyes rolled into the back of her head- lips against the column of her throat freezing her even more. Overloaded. Tongue against her skin and she was turning, a mixture of surprise and need tearing through her- forcing her body into response. Pain- quick, her tongue searing for an instant before another slid against it again drug her back, unfiltered moan wresting from her lips and echoing between them. Whatever impulse should have registered that as punishment was swallowed, fingers tightening on their holds as if to hold herself together. Fitting with how many pieces her body seemed to be splintering into- floating just below whatever processing was left of her brain. She almost complained, little voiced protestation as the head in front of hers pulled back, tongue running along her bottom lip and forcing her hips to shift again- her breathing increased even more, thighs tightening as she watched the face pull back from her, traced the angles and the curves in Apollo’s face. Apollo. Her eyes widened, shoulders shaking imperceptibly for the half of a breath it took for her brain to catch up to just what was happening out on this floor. Out on this floor in front of all these people. Her ankles uncrossed, legs falling from where they’d been curled- body shifting down just the slightest bit and sending a startled noise up from her throat, somewhere between moan and squeak. Somewhere on the verge of pain and pleasure. Oh. Her feet hung from the ground, hands holding her in place as she avoided looking at either of them, foggily trying to reconnect her brain. “I need a drink.” A drink to get her act together. A drink to stop herself from throwing her body at the two of them as she had been doing- between the two of them… Her tongue ran along her lips, wincing slightly at the break in skin she found there. But the hands were lowering her- flesh rubbing against her face as the banded arms loosed. Her brain was somewhere else, fighting, tugging at her as she ducked between the arms- pushed past the crush of people in front of her intent on heading for the drinks table. Somewhere along the way a hand grabbed at her elbow, shrugged off as she ducked away from the people once more- eyes catching sight of the door to the far end and changing course, her breath coming rather raggedly as she made her way out from the center of all of the people.

now drop it l o w and let me see your hips swing
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THIS POST WAS WRITTEN FOR » Party, Mikey, Apollo
THERE ARE THIS MANY WORDS » asdfadsfa
THE LYRICS ARE FROM » savage- Swing
THEY ARE WEARING » www.polyvore.com/party/set?id=103110600
THESE ARE MY LAST WORDS » wellllllll
CREDIT GOES TO » carolyn at caution.

[Michael Wilde]

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He could feel her hands on his chest, pushing into his skin, feel it even with the thick layer of fabric between them. Could feel her nervous little fingers pushing into the fabric of his cashmere sweater with purpose. It was...strange...to say the least, but the sound that he was met with in response, well he would be a thestrials uncle if that wasn't a yes. He had no idea. Had always thought that Apollo had been lying, he didn't understand it, and of course, the moment that he started to question anything about it, the drugs twisted his brain , pumped more blood into his groin, as if it needed any more. She looked damned near beside herself as his hand moved to her hip, just under the fingers of the other man behind her, pressing into the fabric, exhaling heated air on purpose into her ear “You should have said bananie,” yes. She should have, if she made sounds like that. His head removed from her ear, giving her a reassuring smile as she was pressed into him, his hand accommodating by sliding from her waist, to Apollo's. Not a damn thing about his anatomy rejected the movement. He looked over her head to the smirking behind behind him, They had business. Even if Apollo was too nervous to be in a room alone with him thus far, his little schemes didn't hide everything from him, they were best friends after all, or they used to be. He supposed that they were something else now. He didn't blink at the expression, and didn't offer any on his own face, a single glance to the boys lips before his head inclined, his lips pressing into Apollo's, attempting to convey some sort of message...there were still parts of this that Apollo obviously didn't want him to understand, and that would have been fine, were he not already...straining. His hands moved from Apollo's body as Apollo lifted the girl onto him, Lifted Annie onto him, well, she would be feeling everything right about now, his slacks weren't exactly modest. His fingers of one hand closed around the back of Apollo's neck, kissing him with a purpose, and the other hand moved to the thigh of Annie that wasn't being held by this man, his man. His hand scooting from the side of her thigh, where it was respectable, where it was that he normally held her, scooting higher, letting Apollo support her weight for a moment, his fingers closing around the supple flesh of her ass, there was more there than he had thought, and Merlin if he didn't like the way it felt in his hand. He broke from Apollo, nipping the air in front of his face, in a way he had seem Apollo do so many times before, smirking for his own reasons before shifting his shoulders to the girl between them, his gaze lowering, his chin dropping shortly after and pressing his lips to hers, far more softly than he had with Apollo, he wanted her to feel it. Almost as he wanted her to feel his hand shifting back down her ass, supporting her with the cradle of his wrist, his fingers pushing into the flesh of her innermost thigh, pushing her boy shorts aside just far enough. He might have stopped, but it was so warm down here, and his hands had been so cold...

Never would he have thought that she was capable of anything like this. Hadn't been able to see her in this light before, hadn't ever thought that it would have even been a possibility. He hadn't wanted it to have been. She was his friend somewhere in his head he knew that he was mucking that up, somewhere in that drug addled fog he knew that in the morning they couldn't be friends anymore, but fuck if she wasn't warm. Fuck if his knuckles didn't have to push into her shorts just a little big further, tips of his fingers circling, probing for purchase, pushing, massaging, his lips following a similar pattern until her fingers count his collarbone. It wasn't exactly the same effect as it was with teeth, but it did enough, he felt himself twitch forward, at the angle he was twisted into, his jerking almost bumped into his fingers. Oh, he could have her right here on the dance floor and he wouldn't have given a damn who was watching. Momentarily he forgot anybody who wasn't her, with her pushing into his collarbone like that, damn near made him sigh as her teeth captured his lip, dark, erotically funded chuckle bubbling forth like fine champagne, her hips moving against his, against Apollo's in their little 'dance'. She moaned so easily, he couldn't help himself, it was the final twist of her own hips that did her in, his finger finding it's goal and plunging, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head at the feeling. There just really wasn't anything else like it. His eyes opening once more to see her face, that same smile on his lips as his gaze flicked over to Apollo, this was what he wanted, wasn't it?

He could feel the music in his skin, like glitter moving over his body, under his cloths, sinking into his pores. He way his hips moved in conjunction to the two in front of him, even as Annie was wrapped around him. It was too public, he knew, he just didn't care, and that had nothing to do with the drugs. His fingers sinking lower pleasingly, heat traveling up his arm as he felt her walls clenching around his fingers. He did think that it was slightly odd, what Apollo did next, but he made no motion to stop him, though he did miss the attention, but he sank a second finger inside of her as soon as he saw the pairs lips connect, knew he twitched through his pants right beside his fingers at the sight. He'd seen Apollo with a fair share of women over the past few months, during whatever little bullshit scheme Apollo had been pulling up until today, but seeing the two of them kissing was actually hot. The wanton way she clamored for Apollo's lips, with that face he hadn't been surprised. Mikey's head dipping to the side opposite where Apollo was, his lips ghosting over her skin before pressing lightly into her flesh, the strained tendons almost turning back toward him in surprise. Like Apollo was going to let that happen. It was like every contact with skin he could there was another surge of whatever it was that he had taken, pushing him higher, like he was floating. Taking the lead in their little distracted dance as his tongue pressed into her skin, chased away by his lips.

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S tatus: Done
T Party Party Party
O utfit:
N otes: Finally guys. 7th year, november
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Apollo Erikson]

SO LET ME FORM A CIRCLE
E V E R Y B O D Y S T E P B A C K
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Her moaning into his mouth like that was going to have this escalating far more quickly than he had planned, his hands tightening on both holds that he had of her- fingers almost pulling at the hair as she was doing to the nape of his neck. It wasn’t hesitant or shy; her fingers were literally fisted into the hair, tugging much harder even than he was on hers as her tongue pressed against his. Inhibitions erased. Body alternating between pressing forward and pressing back into him. The fingers he’d pushed between her thighs tightening as he felt another finger work up through them and up into her- growl building up within his chest and passing forth into the lips he was connected to- the hand just under the swell of her ass on her thigh moving forward until it was met with different material. Thigh, he knew it was the thigh of the man in front of the two of them, allowed his fingers to curl over the muscle and pull him closer- the other hand sliding backwards, sliding fingers across the heated flesh until it rounded out, skirting the edge of her boyshorts and moving up and around them- running the hemline until it turned to the front of her thigh and dipping, pushing past the fabric and rolling his fingers down into the front of her underwear, pressing his fingers against the front of her until he located the bundle of nerves there. It was the shuddering jerk of her body, head going to turn away from him that had his finger pushing harder though- teeth sliding over her tongue and biting down until he tasted the copper, rewarding moan filtering into his mouth at the same time as her body pushed down on the combined fingers. He couldn’t help but pull away then, running his lips over the crimson that dotted her lower lip before he pulled enough away to see what Mikey was doing, his hand on his thigh tightening, ever intention of joining in. An intention he would have followed through with had the legs in front of him not suddenly shifted, dropping from Mikey’s hips and damn near impaling herself on the fingers beneath her- his own hand sliding up out of her underwear to curl around her midsection, holding her suspended between them as her body stiffened. “I need a drink.” Strangled, way too throaty to have been coming from her lips in such a public setting- but the sound of it was soothing, accepted. His hand rolled out from under her dress, let her drop slowly to her feet with pinched brows. A drink. He could allow a drink, his head dipping once to run his nose along her hairline- lips brushing the skin before his fingers uncurled from Mikey’s pants- taking a half a step back and frowning again as she ducked out between their arms, little body quickly being swallowed by the bodies around them.

Apollo’s eyes traced the little head of hair as far as he could, eyes narrowing slightly as she disappeared from view. She shouldn’t have needed a drink- not with both of the pills he’d given her coupled with her inexperience and body size. Something that he might have focused more on had the haze of his brain not set in entirely once more at the sight of hands pressing against the shirt of the man in front of him. That wouldn’t do. His head shook slightly, eyes keeping steady with those before him as he took that step forward, put them right back in each others reach easily, his arm reaching out as soon as he had done so- fingers encircling the wrist of the hand he wanted and bringing it up to his face- running the fingers under his nose slightly before pressing them between his lips, curling his tongue along them and suctioning. Blood and sex. He had both in his mouth now, twisting around the confines as he pushed his hips back up against Mikey’s, content to continue until the little brunette made her way back with the drinks. He released the fingers slowly, popping them out of his cheeks audibly and allowed one hand to curl back around the edge of the hips in front of him- allowed his other hand to go up behind the slightly taller frame in front of him and pull the head down to his own, shoving his tongue into his mouth instantly. He wanted him to taste it- what they’d done, what he still had coating his tongue. He wanted him to feel it, his thigh shifting between the other man’s and separating his legs slightly.

Touch. Whatever it was that Joel was peddling forth tonight seemed to be increased- set off by touch alone. The minute that hands were back on him once more it was like a rush of it- spiraling through his brain and fogging up whatever it was that had been concerning him the instant before. Sex and blood. Blood and sex. The upturning of lips against his own had his twitching to do the same- tip of his tongue running along the edge of the one it was tangling with, pressing into the flesh and rolling even as the hand at his hip shifted, turned- curved around the flesh and up under the back of the shirt- fingertips pressing into the heated flesh there and dragging, the movement of the muscles beneath twitching finally spurring his lips up into the answering smile. He could care less about the faces that may or may not have been watching their movements- could care less about the pressing noise all around the pair of them. It was flesh and movement and music- pounding through his bloodstream as his fingers curled.

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WORDS :: some
TAGS :: Mikey/Annie
OUTFIT :: ~~~~
NOTES :: Well damn.
CREDZ :: Song is "Perfect Day" by Collective Soul (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).

[Michael Wilde]

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A guy could get used to his. The feelings, the woman between the two of them. The feeling of hot flesh against his lips, the tingle that was only amplified by the haze floating through his entire system as they moved, her legs around his back, his fingers pumping none too gently into her body, moving to accommodate the holding and moving fingers of the man behind her. It was because there was two of them that they could do this, it was because there were two of them hiding her tiny body from view that it was able to work at all, wasn't a display, just three people dancing much too closely together. He could hear her moans, coupled them with the closing on his teeth on her neck, coaxing the blood to the surface with his tongue and lips, wanting to leave a mark, wanting to give her proof of this night, something concrete that his drug addled brain could commit to memory. It wasn't until her body started shuddering almost regularly that her legs dropped, his shoulders hunching automatically so he didn't hurt her, so she wasn't impaled, retracting themselves carefully as her feet hit the ground again before righting himself, fingers closing into a fist. He couldn't too obviously wipe them on his slacks after all. “I need a drink.” His head tilted to the side, really? A drink? He had only just gotten started, but with a shrug of his shoulders he moved to let her though, moved to let her go past and find drinks, just assuming that she would bring them back for all three of them, and they could pick up right where they left off. He watched her body fade into the throng of people moving around the dance floor, he had only the vaguest sense that they hadn't been alone in the first place as he turned back to Apollo, smirk creeping onto his face, and just like that, whatever was in his system surged anew and his hands ran up along his own shirt, deceptively soft fabric smoothed against his skin, his eyes never leaving the blue pair in front of him.

His tongue moved to wet his lips, he didn't know when he was supposed to be coming down from the party in his head, and he didn't care. He was certain if he did, Joel would managed to come out of the woodworks and find him. He had that sort of habit anyway. His eyes tilted downward to the body moving closer to his once more, hand being pulled from his sweater by Apollo, pulling his hand forward and to his face, ah, yes, he knew what that was for. Couldn't blame him, would have done so himself had they not been where they were. Didn't move or attempt to pull his arm away at his fingers were pulled into Apollo's mouth, and he couldn't help but to laugh. It was a move that he had done plenty of times before, just never pushing his hands into a mans mouth. Apollo's hips coming back to move against his own, hands on his hips, hands everywhere, back of his neck, his hair, pulling him closer. He felt himself smiling against the lips moving against his own. Returning the kiss unashamed, public displays of affection weren't anything new for him, not in the slightest. This was only strange because it was a man, and even then, it didn't feel strange. That was what was important wasn't it? The thigh pushed between his legs. Pushing them apart, and he adjusted, moving like he would otherwise, stepping into place and his hands moving to the hips in front of him, hips rocking in time to the music. It really wasn't any different, not really.

It was so very similar, dancing with a man like this. Not that he had ever ventured to men before, though he was finding the gap to actually be fairly small. With his libido, it shouldn't have been a stretch, wasn't really. The lips were just lips, only the one main difference, and he was finding himself even less bothered by it as time went on. It was already more than sank into his brain, he was ready. He realized, had realized the moment that Apollo had agreed. They were, together now, he supposed. It certainly felt like that was what Apollo wanted from him. The longer they moved together, the more that he was wanting it as well. Wanting him. He didn't even think that it was a development that anybody else would have found interesting, didn't think there was any reason for eyes to be on them other than Annie's. Where was Annie? She should have been back by now. Pulling his face away from Apollo's his eyes scanned the crowd...but his head was swimming. Everything was a blur, and his face was being turned back to Apollo's, and he couldn't find it within him to protest it, hips and mouth closing on Apollo again.

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S tatus: Done
T Party Party Party
O utfit:
N otes: Finally guys. 7th year, november
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Apollo Erikson]

SO LET ME FORM A CIRCLE
E V E R Y B O D Y S T E P B A C K
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Satisfaction. A satisfaction so very deep it curled the muscles in his abdomen- pressed his hips harder against those circling in front of him... He didn’t need the lips on his own to feel every single point of contact moving throughout his body, didn’t even need the hands passing over him to cement to him that it was real. He was high, higher than he’d been in such a long time, such a good high that he knew- objectively somewhere in the back of his mind that he would be paying Joel over and again for this product- the best he’d had from him so far, which was honestly saying something. It wasn’t until the face turned away from him though that he slid his hand between them, curled his fingers to run the blunt fingernails over the fabric separating him from flesh until they could slide under the shirt, scrape over the lower section of his abdomen until the jaw was facing him once more. His body shifted, pushing up and forward so that he could reconnect their lips, slant them over the other pair and run his tongue along the seam. He could taste the product on his tongue as well, coupled with a different flavor- something lighter that he could absently identify as Annette before her name was pushed from his mind completely, fingers pushing through the top of pants his fingers had trailed, running down until the hem stopped him and pulling back up and out- brushing the front seam of the slacks before curling around the muscle beneath, smirk twisting his lips even through the contact of lips.

He couldn’t fight the smirk that broke his lips at the reaction his hands seemed to induce, head shifting to the side so he could catch Mikey’s gaze, his lips widening into a grin as he slid his hand down the muscle straining through those slacks, sliding over a moist patch of the fabric and chuckling as he pulled the head back towards his. Apparently the elf had enjoyed herself well enough. His grip tightened slightly, ducking his head at the last second and scraping his teeth over the prominent jaw line in front of him, biting down on the corner that the bone provided before he moved down, his teeth closing over the center of his neck and pulling slightly- copying the movement with his hand as his body seemed to buzz anew from the contact, colors shifting slightly behind lids he hadn’t even realized he’d closed.

“Wanna get out of here?” The laugh that followed the words, tilting of the brow as he pulled his hand back away slowly, almost loathe to give up the grip it had found and stepped back- back because that was his answer, as if it had been a question to begin with in the first place. It was cliché, and another time he would make fun of Mikey for the words he was using- but not right now- the urgency had picked back up, made itself present in his body even more so- coiling and twisting until he felt he might actually not make it back to the dorm room. Only he would. Because he was Apollo fucking Erikson. Another level look at the man before him, smirk curling up over his lips as he took another step back and turned away, weaving through the bodies towards the exit and back towards the dorm without further comment, his steps carefully measured .

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WORDS :: some
TAGS :: Mikey/Annie
OUTFIT :: ~~~~
NOTES :: Well damn.
CREDZ :: Song is "Perfect Day" by Collective Soul (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).

[Michael Wilde]

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There were a number of touch inducing drugs that Mikey had taken before. More than enough, he was certain to know how to handle himself while on them. He knew that he wasn't like a lot of the other people who were rolling on this substance tonight, but it was a new one. And it was Apollo. Too much new, he should have been overwhelmed instead of so accepting. Should have been more hesitant in his touch but it felt so fucking good he couldn't help himself. He never would have thought that this would have been something that either one of them would have wanted. Knowing his own sexuality was one thing, but he never would have thought that Apollo would have been interested in him in this way. He wasn't sure why, given that they had always been so close. The hand moving over his torso, down toward his jeans and back up under his shirt. His lips damn near breaking contact in surprise as he felt the hand on him. Apollo's hand. He needed to remind himself. Not just some faceless body keeping his parts warm, but a real person.

There was no way to tell just how long they had been dancing, how many times the songs had changed. How long he had been lost in his own little world of Apollo, all he knew was that he was going to need another hit soon, as well as to get the hell out of this party and back to his room. He had cemented just what it was that he was wanting to do more than a couple songs ago...he had just gotten so wrapped up in the hands...the feelings that were overcoming him, all new. Different, than any of the others he had experienced before, having been brought about by someone else's hands on his own. He never would have expected it...the way he could still feel lips and teeth grazing over every inch of exposed skin, hands on his chest. The words about to leave his lips rehearsed, but never before on him. Never used on Apollo or any other male for that matter. Still, he couldn't stop them, no matter how they might sound. “Wanna get out of here?”

Where the fuck had this come from. This, attraction to the man in front of him. It hadn't been there yesterday, or even this morning whenever he had woken up. He knew that it wasn't just the drugs. There was no way that this was just the drugs coursing through his system. He felt...barren whenever Apollo stepped away from him, his mind taking another beat to catch up to what was happening. He took a jogging pace until he caught up to Apollo, and then pointedly jogged past him, pumping his arms too highly until he was just out of the room that the party had been in, waiting until Apollo surfaced, that lazy, cocksure gait that he always moved with and Mikey grabbed him by the front of his shirt, roughly slamming his body against the opposite wall, he hadn't even been meaning to...it just...happened. His lips moving to press back into his fervently.

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L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Apollo Erikson]

SO LET ME FORM A CIRCLE
E V E R Y B O D Y S T E P B A C K
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Mikey was supposed to have been fairly easy, could have been if Apollo had been something else, someone else he was sure. He didn’t have standards or a particular recourse to follow. It was Mikey. He screwed just about anything with legs that was willing, and some that hadn’t known they were willing until they were skewered in his sights. Apollo knew it all well enough; he’d been witness to more than enough of the debacles since first year. Had listened to Mikey’s affairs- none that lasted for more than a few weeks at a time and some no more than a few hours. But it was always big, always claiming, taking all of his attention and all of his sight right up until something else managed to steal it away. Well, someone else. It had been a source of amusement. It had served its purpose. He had not anticipated being on the receiving end of that particular gaze though, not like that, hadn’t realized just how strongly it would have affected him over and beyond the drugs coursing through his system. Had not thought that it would be so overpowering as it had proven to be. Even now, sliding out through the array of bodies and nearing the door that Mikey had left through, his skin was flush, blood pounding. Every nerve ending on edge from what had transpired back on the dance floor. Fingers clenching and unclenching as his smirk lifted over his lips, curled the edges just slightly as he moved out of the door and allowed his eyes to adjust, sliding to the man already out there waiting on him- only he didn’t have time to allow the quip he’d fully prepared to roll off of his tongue because he was being turned, pressed up against the stone behind him and despite the odd shift in power that settled in his gut- he enjoyed it. His hands moving roughly over the torso as he snaked his head back eyes narrowing slightly despite the change in his breathing. “What? Impatient?”

His breath caught in his throat, thrummed with the quickened rate of his heart beat as Mikey’s body pressed into his. That, right there, all angled and hard- pressing him back into the stone. That. That was what he’d been waiting for, been missing. His shoulder blades digging into the cragged rock behind him, the curve his lips had pulled up in softening. The hard glint behind his eyes were gone, fingers softening on the body beneath them as they reached the curve of Mikey’s shoulders, pressing into the fabric and dragging until his hands could transfer the heat- the unbearable, straining heat, that he could feel in his body onto the smooth expanse of flesh over the corded muscles of neck. The texture was different, the way the muscles shifted beneath the palms of his hands. “Is that a problem?” His eyes drifted, rolled down to the already swollen lips of the other man’s- paused on them as if he were considering the question even as his own muscles became tense- taut in every line as his face angled back up- slate-gray intense as they looked into the blue before them. He was asking if it were a problem, but it felt like there was another question there beneath the surface, something different- something important- and Apollo’s face shifted, brought closer to the one in front of him as his heart stuttered in his chest. “No.” Deliberate. Slow. Just as slow as the move of his lips over Mikey’s this time. Not pressing or pulling. There wasn’t any sense of urgency behind it for that minute- his lips opening over the other pair and pulling the flesh between his own, rubbing the bottom lip between the both of his own.

Apollo was well used to having his mouth slanted over another’s. Used to another body aligning with his as his hips pressed them back- but this was different, and not entirely because the anatomy of that body this time was so wholly different. Lips pressing into his were usually short lived- teeth and tongue taking precedence- hurried movement and a quick discarding of the clothing separating the more important parts. He didn’t have any emotional attachments to those he took back to his dorm- or didn’t take back considering the different situations. Even the relationships that he entered into were usually for show, or a way to keep the other party happy for just long enough for him to find a way out of it. The body in front of his was someone else though, and the relaxing of the shoulders under his hand, the press of hips into his own had the angle of his chin shifting, lips pressing down with more intensity as his right hand moved- curled around the back of the other man’s head and pulled him tighter to him- the hands under his jacket pressing like scalding irons into his back. This was okay. This was weeks, months, and years of setting the scene correctly. Of moving the pieces into their places and finding the glue that could more easily cement things. This was something that couldn’t fail. Couldn’t be blamed on the drugs that were pressing into the both of them. His lips parted more, teeth scraping the bottom edge of the other man’s lips as his other hand fell to Mikey’s side- curled fully around it and pulled his body into the center of his own, the back of his hips coming off of the walls in a slow circle.

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WORDS :: some
TAGS :: Mikey/Annie
OUTFIT :: ~~~~
NOTES :: Well damn.
CREDZ :: Song is "Perfect Day" by Collective Soul (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).

[Michael Wilde]

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Never a man. Not that his family had ever had anything against it. Nobody made slurs, or even talked about it really. Because there was nothing to talk about, even Sissa had gone through a lesbian phase. Mikey just had never really been inclined toward the flatness of their chests to the usual sharp lines of the rest of them. He liked women. Many women. Mostly all women. Soft, curves, the more the better and Apollo was none of that. He wasn't a woman, obviously, and he didn't have very many curves other than his backside, and Mikey was still shocked, even with his lips on Apollo's that he even had ever noticed that particular curve. Even as his hands pushed at the top on Apollo's body, hands tightening into the fabric and pulling it backward, making it tighter over his very toned stomach, eyes only bothering to roll downward whenever Apollo broke from him...his voice sounding in a way that he had never heard before. Wouldn't have even known to guess what that sounded like, or why it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention. Like electricity, his voice deeper, rougher. Didn't think that was possible, like like whenever he yelled at people either. He had heard Apollo with plenty of women too. Almost as many as he had been with himself, their beds were right next to one another after all...and his eyes were rolling back up to Apollo's, hesitantly, he pushed his own body against the man trapped in front of him. He didn't know these moves, didn't know how to act or how to push all of the buttons, “Is that a problem?”

He had to fight not to close his eyes, he wasn't even sure why whenever he felt like he was just seeing Apollo as a whole other being for the first time. Transitioning almost too quickly from friend, like they had been for so very long into...whatever this was. Whatever it was that they were doing. The hands moving his sweater, pushing into his skin was just as heated, just as rough as his own, nearly as strong as his own hands and that was weird. It was weird that he wasn't soft, maybe in his own way but he wasn't soft. He had a firm enough grip even if only for just a second on his neck and moved to his shoulders and back again. It felt nice. Unexpected. He was more tense than he realized that he was, and he knew Apollo could feel it, and that made him vulnerable...and he wasn't sure if he liked that or not. “No.” He was closer, could feel Apollo breathing on his face...his swollen lips pulling together in that single moment, wanting to nod but didn't. Apollo was kissing him. Not against his will, not as the result of some weird fight that they had been having for months and it didn't piss him off. It was such a rare thing, for Mikey to kiss anybody. Well, not really, he kissed people all of the time but it almost always had a goal, was almost always leading somewhere and this was slow....unpracticed and his eyes finally closed, hands softening themselves around the curve that led to his defined back, hardened from sports and taking care of himself, sliding until both of his hands were on Apollo's back, holding him as Mikey's body slowly, little by little relaxed into the one in front of him, eyes only opening for a second whenever his pelvis met that of the other boy...unexpected, such a strange, strange feeling.

The hand in his hair had him groaning, sweetly, almost softly against Apollo's lips and he wasn't ashamed. He thought that he would have been, so obviously turned on by the close proximity to another person. No. By Apollo. Of the hands moving down his body that weren't hesitant, he was so sure and he had no idea how. He knew Apollo hadn't been with another man either, or he hid it really damn well if that was the case. He could feel himself pushing more deeply against Apollo even as Apollo moved back against him, his hands pulling Apollo's torso closer to his own, slowly balling the fabric of his white shirt into his palms because it was new, and he wasn't sure how a t-shirt could feel new. The teeth on his lip, hips leaving the wall to pull him closer, to push into himself, fuck. He could feel him. So strange, pushing just to the side of his own, his stance only having to widen a fraction to put them on even footing, it was so strange, foreign and yet he didn't think he wanted it to stop. At least, not yet...not until he made up his mind one way or another about it...his tongue moving to run over the bottom lip of the other, almost retracting because his body was telling him this was weird, and urging him to continue with the same voice, equally as loud.

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C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Apollo Erikson]

SO LET ME FORM A CIRCLE
E V E R Y B O D Y S T E P B A C K
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HHe was responding, reacting- the noises that were leaving his mouth and filing into Apollo’s only serving to spur him on even further. But despite those noises, despite the hips that were against his own and the reaction he could feel it was still more hesitant- different. And Apollo’s hands were too insistent, too needy. He could feel it, burning up in the pit of his stomach and churning through him, his tongue coming out between his lips to trace the lines his teeth had left on the bottom curve of Mikey’s lips- push into it as the fabric of the sweater in his left hand began to ball, pulling up and out so that he could loosen his grip, slide his palm down until the pressing leather of the belt Mikey was wearing brushed against it, his fingers lengthening as the slid under the fabric of the sweater and curved up- sliding over the skin and pulling him even more firmly into his own body. He couldn’t get him close enough, couldn’t erase the space between them but the need to do so was there- the insistent buzzing in the back of his brain as his lips firmed, became harder upon those that they were forming over, molding to the surface with a reluctant groan of his own- long and drawn out against the flesh beneath it.

Noises. They were noises he was both familiar and unfamiliar with- no mewling moaning noises that were forced up the backs of throats to try and entice him even more in to the arrangement. No shuttered, high-pitched panting breaths. He enjoyed those well enough- but that groan, guttural and deep that he’d heard over and over again from a further distance was different. Enticing in a different way. Made his gut heavy with something… else. Made the burning flame that was flying through his veins that much brighter, that much more hefty as it settled in the pit of his stomach, churning- breaking. The hiss of breath that wasn’t reprimand but … encouragement? His hands were pulling those out, his lips teasing the sounds from the mouth just barely above his- and he had every intention of coaxing even more out. Because they branded him in a way entirely separate from the way that they had the first time he’d heard them- the bed over. Separate from the beat they’d provided all these years. More. But whatever thought process that it might have led him to was cut off suddenly by the fingers moving over the line separating his pants from his skin, over the flesh sliding against his until Mikey was grasping him, hips- entire body- stilling instantly with a guttural sound catching in the back of his throat as his bones seemed to quiver, pulse with an entirely new need that seemed to frame him from the inside out- body shuddering with the sound still caught in the back of his throat as his hands pushed more insistently at the body in front of his own. Shifted so that his weight was centered more fully on the balls of his feet as he rocked forward, lips almost bruising as his palm slid down the front of the trousers his thumb had slipped into- pushed the fabric until the rest of his hand could fit into it and repeat the grip that was being used on him, fingers loosening and tightening respectively with a possessive edge.

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WORDS :: some
TAGS :: Mikey/Annie
OUTFIT :: ~~~~
NOTES :: Well damn.
CREDZ :: Song is "Perfect Day" by Collective Soul (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).

[Michael Wilde]

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He had always had an issue with touch. Any touch. From any person, but this...well he wasn't certain it it was the drugs still coursing so strongly through his system or the touch of his person in particular. Maybe it was the combination of the two. There was no way it could just be Apollo. That wasn't possible. Not for a guy like him, not whenever he was so obviously attracted to women. Right? Oh fuck that was skin. What was he waiting for. Why was he waiting. There was just no...but his hands were trying not to shake. He was trying not to even think about it, because he didn't want to think about it. His breath hissed between his teeth at the thumb on his belt, the fingers on his stomach, running over the muscles there, his clothes were too hot. His skin was trying to burn off of his body from within. His hands emboldened by the encouragement, and shifted, rotating to run lower pushing over the top of his pants, pushing lower until his fingers closed around the only part of Apollo that could even be considered soft, and even then it wasn't...soft. He wasn't sure how to take that...so he paused, his fingers closer more tightly, pulling him forward just slightly into his own pelvis, his eyes darting to Apollos, checking, verifying, nodding a final time, like a last chance, giving himself, giving Apollo the chance to back out before the point of no return, which was how he tended to think of his clothing.

The reward for his action was almost instantaneous. Apollo moving forward, there was no fight, there was no resistance or hesitance. Just giving himself over to him and...well, he liked that a lot. His hands pressing more firmly into his ass he had no way pf preparing himself for the swiftness in which Apollo stuck his hand down the front of his pants. Breaking contact with his lips, his forehead nearly hit the wall with how easily he leaned into Apollo and his grasp. More of an exhale than a groan and he couldn't help himself. He had been preparing to get them back to the dorms, back to anywhere a little more private, but he was perfectly willing to do this here as well. No timid grip or worrying about hurting him. No hesitance or coy little looks over the smallest touch, obviously knew how to handle himself, and well..Mikey had already known that Apollo had known how to handle him too. Colors and memories flashed almost insistently against the backs of his eyes, the drugs in his system wanting to take him down another road and he was fighting it. Fuck. He took a moment to savor the feeling, being selfish for just the moment before tilting his chin downward, his teeth capturing the skin on the side of Apollo's neck and tilting his hips forward into the grasp, tongue running over the flesh and replacing itself with his lips, his own breathing was deafening his hearing to nearly everything else, competing only with how hard his heart was beating. Forehead nudging Apollo's head to the side to give himself better access, no longer waiting for a signal.

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T Party Party Party
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C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Evan Rosier]

i will break you inside out- you are mine, you are mine

HER HAIR HANGS IN SWOLLEN STRINGS !

“No, it’s a fucking lack of tact.” Lack of breeding as well that was so obviously apparent in the way that they were shoving up against one another. He didn’t see why Joel was laughing so hard, didn’t find it the least amusing that the girl his parents were currently considering attaching to his name was shoved up between two other men like that. He didn’t fucking care what she did with her private time, not really- not so long as she kept it that. For now she was still free to do things like that, it wasn’t as if a serious discussion had been breached or anything. And for the most part outside of all of this he liked her well enough. Tolerated. He had no problem in the two times they’d been out separately from the castle anyways. This now though, this was a problem. His eyebrows slanted angrily down over flashing gray eyes- pointedly turning his face from the scene as he lifted the cigarette to his lips, inhaling sharply on the nicotine. Fucking disgrace. The dancing would have been bad enough, but the kissing took it over and above that. Made it something else even. The Wilde kid could be forgiven that, of a sorts, given his lineage. The other two had no such excuse. No sort of allowance that could be made. Something jostled at his elbow, sneer turning down on a younger yeared brunette- wide brown eyes meeting his with something that sounded like a whimper as she rushed back off in the direction she’d come from. Good. Hufflepuff probably. Them and their sniveling apologies that he never asked for. Had he turned back towards the dance floor he might have missed the pair coming up from the side, familiar figure wrapped up in clothing that he sure as shit rarely saw her in- making her almost attractive. Almost if it weren’t for that batty ass brain. Her hand was wrapped around something smaller though, fingers curled around the palm of something much more delectable- his lips widening in appreciation as he let his elbow nudge that of the man to his side. “You almost look like a girl Drie,” the exhale of smoke filtering over towards the pairing that were just abreast of them now, his low whistle sending it out even further. His eyes rolled, ran over the figure beside her with feigned boredom before intentionally dismissing her- smirking at the both of them. As far as distractions went this was hardly the worst that could be managed.

His smirk lifted further on his lips, eyes rolling back to her with the demand, rolling the cylinder through his fingers as he pulled it from his lips. He could feel the fingers dipping into his front pocket, feel the box being lifted from them- his attention was centered though, raising one brow as he held the cigarette out to her- eyes drifting down her dress once more, sliding along her bare shoulders before flicking back to the more familiar girl, watching her flick a narrowed eyed gaze from the one at her side and back to him before flipping open the packet. “Light me one too Drie. Are you going to fucking introduce your friend or just keep letting her make demands without a name?” Amber eyes flicked back up as she pulled one cigarette out, her eyebrows dipping before she shrugged. “My sister Illyana. Illyana- Evan.” She nodded to him absently, that weird fucking tilt to her lips reappearing as she gestured over towards Joel. “Illyana- Joel.” Dismissively. He wasn’t used to being introduced so blandly. But then again he’d never been introduced by the basket case in front of him. Sister. He was sure she’d said something before, mentioned that she had one of those somewhere in the castle. He’d dismissed it at the time, more the fool him. He let his eyes drift between the two of them, acknowledge the differences and similarities lightly before taking the lit cigarette handed over to him, putting it between his lips and nodding his thanks to the mental one at his elbow. Although there was no saying that the little one wasn’t equally so- even if he hadn’t seen her around before. There was some saying somewhere about the quiet ones being the more insane- but Adrienne made up for the insanity even when she wasn’t in one of her more silent moods. The shifting beside him had him turning his head, raising his eyebrows as Joel started to pull Adrienne away from the two of them, Adrienne handing over the cigarette she’d pulled out for him. Right, she’d said she wanted product earlier that day, even if she’d been fairly unspecific as to what sort. He saw her eyes roll back towards her sister, darting between the two of them in a way that made his lips shift even further up. Smart bitch. “Don’t worry Drie, I’ll watch your sister,” adding just the right amount of condescension into his tone so as to see the smaller girl still in front of him bristle as her sister finally turned, following Joel off to however far away it was they were going- he wasn’t paying any attention- his eyes already back on the younger sister. “Do you speak?” Sharp inhale of the nicotine between his fingers as he looked down to her.

 

BY MAX OF CAUTION 2.0, IMPERFECTIONS AND 

CREATING CHAOS.

[Illyana Putilina]

The lashes made her eyes heavy. Her fingers wrapped almost delicately against the hand that been offered to her, space between their two palms leaving no cause for sweat. The room was cause enough though, the blush on her cheeks too much, the eyelids, not nearly what she would have done. The girls had done this, not her, she liked the weight of product on her face, likes the mask of caked product...not this. This was little bits. Subtle. She didn't want to be subtle. Not here. Not like this. Her too wide eyes couldn't train on anything, watching everything that the flashing lights would even allow her to, if it weren't for her, weren't for her sister she could have pushed into the crowd, could have sniffed out the substances that she had never been allowed to try. Her shoulders were pushed too far forward, slumping nearly though they had no cause to be. It wasn't what she had been expecting, Adri wasn't even letting her stop to talk to people.

Her eyes lifted, why was nobody looking at her. Nobody ever looked at her, not with Adri here, her long, slender neck lifted her head, her eyes turning to the man no longer even glancing at her. “I want one.” she stated too boldly, too presumptuously of him, she didn't even know his name. These were Adri's friends, but they could be hers too. Her eyes bounced from his eyes to his lips where the cigarette was, and back to his eyes, waiting. She could feel the squeezing fingers against her hand, painful the way bone crushed upon bone, but she didn't flinch. If Adri got to be somebody else at this party, so did she.

There was nothing to be nervous about. Adri moved so easily about spaces like these, moved like she was allowed here. These were her friends after all, weren't they? They had to be. Her eyes downcast out of habit, the same way that she had always been told to do in front of company, because nobody had ever come to visit her. Never the main attraction, but then they had never looked at her either in her over sized dresses of lace. This dress, navy blue and tight, highlighting her too thin frame and the sparkling lotion that had been smoothed over her young skin. This man was looking at her, and it made her feel powerful. This had to be how sestrenka felt all of the time. It just wasn't fair, only being allowed this now. She would be sixteen before she knew it. A birthday that she was dreading above all else. Her eyes lifted finally, back up to the figure she was standing in front of, petrified. Don't show it. Show nothing. Be the doll. The cigarette from his own lips was pulled and extended to her, washing her in an emotion that she couldn't even place in the slightest, cold fingers coming to take it from him. She didn't even know what to do with it. Didn't know how to...but it was between her lips anyway. Pretend. Act like she knew. She inhaled somehow, her chest nearly spasming with the effort it took for her virgin lungs to not fall into a coughing fit. Even then she knew her shoulders twitched tellingly. “Light me one too Drie. Are you going to fucking introduce your friend or just keep letting her make demands without a name?” Her eyes cut to her sister, boney hand going to rest on her hip like she belonged here. Like she fit in, like she was just another girl. That was the point wasn't it. Like she was too impressive to speak. ”My sister Illyana. Illyana- Evan.” Evan the way her mind enveloped the name was downright criminal. But she didn't look at him right away, partially because she had been told about the thing called flirting, and partially because she hadn't felt like she had earned that right just yet. “Illyana- Joel.” That was strange, and Illy's eyes rotated toward the other boy standing with them, the one who buzzed, the one who couldn't stand still even as he was handed the cigarette. Right. Cigarette. Bringing the filter back to her lips, she inhaled again, the burning almost making her eyes water. Wait, where was Adri going? Her eyes opened fractionally but otherwise remained impassive, she could play these games too. Joel took her sister away, pulled her somewhere, leaving her alone. “Don’t worry Drie, I’ll watch your sister,” She didn't look at Adri as she left, it would only make her angry, the concern that Illy couldn't conduct herself alone. Couldn't manage to stay if she didn't have company. She didn't want an escort. “Do you speak?” Her eyes lifted to the much taller frame, like a tower like a tree. “konechno” the russian of her mother tongue rolling forward between the two of them without pause before she caught herself. The jumble of languages in her head was so hard to sort out. Her fingers twisting into her side “If the conversation is worth it,” heavy accent twisting the words.

She was...surprised that he knew what she had said. Most who lived in this castle were bilingual as a starting block, but Russian was uncommon. He said it so easily, but it wasn't native to him the way that it was to her. No wonder Adri was around him. There was certainly a pull there, and not in the way that she was pulling smoke into her lungs. The organs protesting the very movement, wanting to fight the intrusion of chemicals. “How old are you girl? Her eyes blanched, but it might not have been visible in the currently lighting, she hoped that it wasn't. Her weight shifting from one foot to the other as she glanced up to him once more. She didn't want to tell him, didn't like that he had to ask. Knew that she wasn't the older sister, didn't know younger by how much...she wanted to keep it that way. Age wouldn't help her, only hinder. “How old do you think I am?” she knew where he was looking, had seen how Adri had reacted to that particular gaze...in the past. Her shoulders rolled back, her bare skin catching the light as she willed her legs to straighten, to not see so knock-kneed. “Twelve.” No. that wouldn't do. She couldn't look twelve. Didn't accept that as his answer as her eyes lifted to his once more...too boldly, he hadn't said that she could look. This was a party, the time for playing... “how old should I be?” she mirrored his movements with his cigarette, flicking the ashes off the tip whenever he did. Trying too hard but not hard enough, she felt like. “Old enough.” she didn't know how to be alluring, didn't know how to lift her eyes to him and smile, she didn't know how to be coy, so she didn't try, not once did she smile. “I'm old enough,” she confirmed. As if she knew what that could possibly be. Her age couldn't be seen. She didn't wear it on her clothes, and he was looking at those enough. “You were told my name, use it.”