Bokukei ~ Zaigou City ~ ARC

Ralph woke in what was like a fairytale motion. His eyes fluttered open and she started up at the agent wide eyed. His face though still bruised had a much less ugly look to it, they were still fresh that was true, they just seemed less intense. The eyes were no longer bloodshot, though the one that had the marring red line into the irtilltill seeirriirritated, for it was glossier than the other. with a great yawn he managed to stutter out...\" Good m..morning.\" Rolling over to face Orin better he rested his head on the agent\'s shoulder and muttered, \"That was amazingly restful, I don\'t think I have had a sleep that made me feel.....so....awake....in the morning.\" He snorted that sounded silly but it didn\'t matter.

Sliding an arm around the waist he pulled the agent close and muttered, \"The sun always looks brighter after a night of storms\"

Orin nodded.

\"After last night, it\'s to be expected.\" Orin yawned a bit, stretching out.

\"Have to make the decision today and let them know by 10...\" Orin groaned as he rolled over. Getting out of the bed, he stood in from the closet as he ped ped on boxers and then shuffled through to find something to wear. He gave up for a moment as he flopped back down on the bed to curl up next to Ralph.

\"I just want to stay here in bed all day.\"

Ralph dozed in the bed for a while, he was well rested but as usual he would rather have still been asleep rather than actually do anything. He hid his face in the crook of Orin\'s neck. It hurt immensely, he really hadn\'t noticed the pain until now. Last night he was too busy feeling sorry for himself, and for Orin. \"Owww.\" He whined platinfiffly into the agent burying his face deeper in an attempt to test the theory that if nobody could see it maybe it wouldn\'t hurt so much. This of course was a wild shot in the dark, and the longer he hid the more evident the hurting wasn\'t just going to go away became clear.


He snorted and rolled over and out of bed wandering to the bathroom. It was times like this he wished he could see his reflection. He had decided that maybe it was best they just tell the producers. Last night the only conclusion that was evident to him, is to not hide anymore things from people...you never knew who you would end up hurting in the end. After last night he didn\'t want to hurt, it would only cause him to remember that he shouldn\'t at all. That he wasn\'t real, and the real things didn\'t feel.


He turned on the sink and washed his face, the water turned red and bloody as though he had bled during the night. He was sure that he hadn\'t seen any straining the sheet near where he had slept. He didn\'t know what to make of it, and chalked it up to some sort of strangeness. They hadn\'t stayed to learn more from his...\'mother\' instead they ran in fear. He wasn\'t repulsed by what she had done, he just wondered if it was for the best.


Ralph looked into the reflection of the water, the trickling lights from above swirling down the drain. The blacken hair fell into his eyes and for the first time he noticed that it was indeed a different color, naturally. His hair had always been so light, even if he had known he was a reflection he never would have figured that the real Ralph\'s hair was black. Pulling out a combbrusbrushed it back, slicking every hair in suck a way that the ends ringed up. His eyes stung though and as he brushed he was compelle bus bush some of it forward to hide his face. It was terrible to look at, like someone had beaten the living snot out of him.

Wandering back to the bed room he flopped back down on the bed and rolled over to join Orin. \"I think we will just tell the producers....lets try not to hide more than we have to...look at what hiding things hasten ten us.\" He pointed to his bruised face and quirked a smile. \"No good at all that is what it has gotten us.\" He laughed and pulled Orin over on top of him by the arm. His ribs hurt under the pressure but it was a nice pain, oddly enough when it should have been terrible. He placed a kiss on the tip of the agent\'s nose, and then he stretched yawning wide, his wrists cracking as he threw his hands back. A rippling current of energy went through every muscle in his body and then he relaxed, placing his hands on either wing tattoo.

His fingers glided quietly across the breadth of the back, fingers tickling quietly at the spine and then the sides tracing
strange patterns lightly over the flesh. He stared blankly upward into the agent\'s eyes, his own reflecting so perfectly that one could easily believe that he was something else, something that shouldn\'t be.

\"Hmmm... feels good.\" Orin mumbled, as Ralph traced patterns on his skin. Leaning
down, he captured the singers lips with his own, intending on giving him a thorough
good morning kiss.

\"Tell them whatever you like, just as long as I get to wake up to this everyday, ok?\" Orin gave him a sweet smile before returning to his task, bending to slowly kiss Ralph all over his face, tenderly where he was bruised.

Ralph smiled slightly as the kisses were laced across this face. He snickered slightly and tickled his fingers between Orin\'s ribcage. \"Well, I will just tell them the truth, not much harm in that if it doesn\'t effect their numbers who cares right?\" He didn\'t care that was for sure. His image was a lot of things, it would be nice to get rid of a few rabid
fan girls. \"And you can wake up to this everyday, though I hope it heals soon...\" He moved his hand from Orin\'s side to his face to poke at some of the bruises that were throbbing. \"I think I need ice...what time is it anyway, I can never tell it is always so dark in here.\"


Orin looked up over at the clock on the nightstand.

\"A few minutes to 9. Have to call Kurt by 10.\" Orin scooted off
Ralph and clamored out of the bed. He picked up the dressing gown
from the floor and wrapped it around himself before walking down the
hall to the bathroom. Finishing his morning duties, he continued to
the kitchen where he started to busy himself with cooking.

\"Waffles, toast and potato puffs, breakfast of champions.\" He called
to Ralph as he began cooking.

\"Come get an ice pack too..\"

\"Taaatoooooooo\" Ralph rolled out of bed and landed smack on the floor. As he had the other day. \"Oof, bad idea.\" He clambered up and stalked down the hall. \"So you gonna call him after breakfast?\" He started scratching his head intensely like a dog with an itch he couldn\'t get to. Yawning again he leaned along the countertop humming to himself softly, and watching the agent mill around the kitchen. His head throbbed again and he took the initiative to get the ice wrapping it up in a towel he had found he mumbled, \"Gonna lay on the couch for a bit.\" and made his way out, it was star to to hurt bad like it had when he had waken up. Very unpleasant.


\"Yes.\" Orin replied before he began to hum as he cooked.

\"BOLLOCKS!\" Orin dropped the toast he was making as he stood thebr> br>


\"I left my comm at your place. Can I borrow yours to make the call?
After breakfast I mean.\" Orin grumbled as he set the food out on the
dinette table. It wasn\'t like him to forget things like his comm,
but last night was a bit, odd, to say the least.

\"Bollocks you say....\" Ralph queried through ice ice pack which he had rested on his face. \"Dur you can use my comm it isn\'t like you even had to ask.\" He rested there for a second before getting up to walk across the room to munch of the more potatoey part of the breakfast. \"Last night was.....I don\'t know what it was, but I don\'t want to relive that ever again.\" He stopped paying any mind to conversation and devoured the food before him in an almost unbelievable blur. He was unusually hungry. Normally for him a little was enough to last a very long time, though today he found it impossible to stave any hunger with just a little.

He looked at his plate with a sad expression and scotched it forward, re?\re?\"

Orin blinked at the empty plate for a moment, a surprised expression
of his face.

\"You never ask for more, but ok.\" Orin went back to the kitchen,
making more potato puffs and toast.

\"Here.\" Picking up Ralph\'s comm, he looked at him.

\"I hope you are sure about this.\" With that he punched in a few
numbers and waited to be put through.

\"Yes sir. We have made our decision. No secrets, we will go public.\"

Ralph shoveled more food into his face, he was hungry beyond reason now. Eating lightly as he normally did was not an option. He listened
subtly as Orin told the producer what he wanted. He hoped it was the right thing to do...the agent didn\'t seem to mind and if he didn\'t then Ralph didn\'t care either. He cared about very little on a regular basis anyway. The fans really didn\'t matter, and that might have been selfish of him...but in the end they didn\'t really care about him either.

Shoving the last part of the food in his mouth he chewed while listening intently to the conversation Orin was having. The massive emptiness of his stomach almost full.

Orin punched the end button on the comm, turning to Ralph.

\"He\'s about to go into a meeting with the others, he will bring up
the topic there and he expects us to be contacted later by the rest
of the producers, about scheduling when to announce the news.\" Orin
sighed as he set the comm down. picking up the dished, moving to the
sink to start washing up.

\"I want to clean up a bit around here, start some wash. Then I guess
if you feel up to it.. we can head over to your flat and do the same
there. Something to keep us occupied while we wait.\"

Ralph nodded slightly, he felt woozy and his face had started hurting again. \"I...think I am going to lay down for a second...my face feels like hell.\" He stumbled over to the couch and flopped down placing the ice back on his face with an exasperated sigh. He really didn\'t want to go home...he didn\'t want to face that hole in his bathroom. But...he needed to go home, he needed to change...these clothes weren\'t fitting right and he had to admit, made him very uncomfortable.


Orin finished up the dishes, before he moved into the bathroom,
collecting laundry from there, then from the linen closet and the
bedroom. Moving into another room, filled with various tools and a
washer and dryer, he started the laundry, paying close attention to
the various bloodstained articles. His silk shirt went into the
garbage, that was beyond salvaging. Finishing, he wandered into the
bedroom, finally dressing in black trousers, a dark purplish/maroon
dress shirt and a black tie. He pulled out a darker colored shoulder
holster to match, instead of the usual brown leather one he wore.
Returning to the living room, he sat down on the coffee table,
reaching over to Ralph, placing his hand on the singers arm.

\"You ok love?\"

Ralph wiggled in his spot on the couch, \"Just uncomfortable, and my
head just hurts.\" He slid the ice off his forehead and peered at
Orin. \"I can\'t see my reflection anymore, I tried with water...and
with some other things...so I don\'t know how bad it is....\" His
voice trailed off as the one injured eye that still retained a bloody
cut across it swiveled in its socket to stare at Orin. He took off
the rest of the ice and sat there black and blue in all its glory
marring the area flat across his eyes.


It looked as though he had been smacked across the region of his eyes
with a thick metal pipe, and he mumbled, \"How bad is it?\"

\"You look like you got the snot beat out of you, but I\'m sure with a
bit of care, the swelling and purpling will go down. Hold on just a
minute.\" Orin stood up, going to the kitchen and then the bathroom,
collecting things as he went, finally returning. He had a tray with
a large bowl, and various jars of liquids and ointments. Mixing a
liquid with one of the ointments in the bowl, he began applying the
paste to Ralph\'s face, where he was bruised.

\"This will help with the swelling and start healing it, though
you\'ll still want to cover it up, maybe a bit of makeup while in
public.\" Pulling out another bottle of liquid, he poured some on a
small square of cloth, handing it to the singer.

\"Breathe that in, that helps with your head, prevents headaches too.\"

Ralph coughed a bit as he inhaled the strange...smelling thing and
then rolled over for a second. \"make-up...really that bad?\" It felt
just about that as it pulsed slightly softer under the soothing care
of the agent. He lifted his hands to stare ambivalently at the
slashes across his palms. They had calmed down, and seemed to be nothing but old scars. Turning them to face Orin, \"Weird, no?\" and
then he pulledselfself up to lean against the agent. \"Are you almost
done, I have to run home and get dressed before they call...\"

\"Just give it a bit longer. I expect it to look like a week old
bruise once it\'s done, two or three days of this and it will be all
gone.\" Orin told him.

\"The one thing Germans do best is drug free healing. All plants and
natural things. Seems to work best.\" Orin set to cleaning up the
tray, putting the stoppers back in the bottles, finally handing a
towel to Ralph so he could wipe the paste off.

\"Careful you don\'t wipe that into your eyes, the mint will burn.\"

Ralph grumbled a second it was kinda stinging and well, it made his
face tingle. Rubbing the paste off he stared at the towel and
winced. The bruises hurt no longer, but he still felt kinda shity. \"Thank you.\" He mumbled and flipped the towel over to make
sure he got all of it off. \"How long you think a meeting will take
with them....\" He stood up and stretched, staring down at his
clothes he sighed, and adjusted himself slightly. \"Can I borrow a
coat for the walk home?\"

\"Yeah, let me go find one.\" Orin walked into the bedroom, pulling
out two overcoats. Thankfully he had a love for the long coats...
but with the way things were going, he was going to have to buy a
few more. Putting one on, he handed the other to Ralph.

\"You don\'t look that bad anymore, just a bit of darker spots, looks
like you haven\'t slept for awhile is all.\"

Ralph shrugged on the coat and then meandered to find his shoes,
slipping them on he headed for the door catching Orin\'s hand in his
and dragging him outside. It was a sunny day for Zaigou, the sky
almost seemed to lack its normal greyness. The events of the walk
home were minimal, every now and again he would try to catch his
reflection in a window of a shop, but much to no avail it wasn\'t
there.


Stepping nto nto the elevator of his apartment he sighed deeply. \"I
really don\'t want to be here. It...scares me\" He stumbled over the
words because he really couldn\'t believe he was saying something like
that. The elevator opened and they made their way down the hall and
into the apartment where Ralph began to change and clean up for the
most part. He avoided the bathroom as much as possible, taking
perhaps the shortest shower ever on his part, and jumping out quickly
grabbing a comb and parting his hair.

The suit flavor of the day was a simple dark red, so dark that it
showed to be red only in a certain light, with strange black filigrees on the cuffs that snaked up the arms.


Wandering out to where he had left Orin he sighed and flopped onto
the couch and pulled a pen down to jot a few lines in a little book
that contained lyrics, and then stowed it into his coat pocket, out
of view.

\"You ok?\" Orin asked him, sitting on the couch next to him, wrapping
an arm around the singer. At that moment, Orin\'s comm began beeping
in the bedroom. Running to answer it, he turned it on speaker so
that Ralph could hear it as well.

\"Orin Leland, this is an automated message. Your presence is
requested, as is your clients. Please meet at 12 noon with Mr.
Gordon.\" Orin looked up at Ralph.

\"Well, looks like this is it.\"

Ralph rolled his eyes up into the back of his head only the bloodshot
one was something other than white. \"Urggggg.\" Was all he could
find to say about it before he stood up and started marching to the
door. \"How I abhor that man, this is going to be unpleasant, even if
he is TRYING to be pleasant.\" Waiting a moment by the door he
smiled, and wandered back to Orin to grab his hand and pulled him
close giving him a light kiss before turning around and dragging him
towards the door. \"Might as well get this over with, if I stand
around and think about it I will chew my own arms off.\"

He led the way downstairs and out the door and released Orin\'s hand
to allow the agent to lead the way...

Orin led the way through the streets, keeping close to Ralph, but not too close as it would seem odd. Not many people paid much mind to the two of them, just a few people giving them looks. Finally reaching the building, they went insideadieading straight for the elevators. Pressing the buttons, Orin waited in silence, glancing over at Ralph. He wanted to reach out to him, but didn\'t, considering no one knew yet about their relationship. Finally, the elev arr arrived and quickly
whisked them up to John Gordon\'s office. it was still the same, large imposing doors, prudish secretary sitting at her desk, looking down her nose atm.
\"Mr. Gordon is expecting you, go right in please.\" Orin nodded as he walked forward, entering the office.


\"Ah, glad to see you two. I must say, I certainly got some very surprising news this morning from Kurt Strehein. Even more surprising were the numbers that followed this announcement. It would be wonderful to have something like this go public.\" John Gordon looked like he was a kid in a candy shop, his eyes gleaming as he looked over Orin and Ralph.

\"Your concert tonight has been cancelled by the way, it will be a bit of a clamor from the fans, but that will make them all the gre greedy for the next one, the day after tomorrow. Just enough time to prepare.\"

\"Cancelled? To prepare for what?\" Orin asked, shocked.

\"Well, we have a few ideas, but the one that we are going with is a public display, right during a concert. Works better than a press conference, no one pays attention to those anyways.\"

\"Public display?\"

\"Yes yes.. you see, we have alrestarstarted planning and prepping for it. Huge concert, tickets are already on sale, and most of them are going quick.\" We expect it to be sold out. The plan is to have a huge stage show, even more elaborate than Swan\'s normal stuff. This time though, you will be joining him on stage. This will be during the sixth song, a brand new one.\" Gordon handed Swan and Orin each a sheet of paper, a song written on it.

####

Hey boy, take a look at me, Let me dirty up your mind

I\'ll strip away your heart veneer , And see what I can find

The queerest of the queer , The strangest of the strange

The coldest of the cool , The lamest of the lame

The numbest of the dumb , I hate to see you here

Your choke behind a smile , A fate behind the fear

The queerest of the queer

This is what he pays me for

I\'ll show you how it\'s done

You learn to love the pain you feel

Like father , like son

The queerest of queequeer , Hide inside your head

The blindest of the blind , The deadest of the dead

You\'re hungry cause you starve , By holding back the tears

Choking on your smile , A fate behind the fear

Queerest of the queer

I know what\'s good for you

(You can touch me if you want )

I know you\'re dying to

(You can touch me if you want )

I know what\'s good for you

(You can touch me if you want )

But you can\'t stop
The strangest of the strange

The coldest of the cool

The lamest of the lame

The numbest of the dumb

I hate to see you here

Your choke behind a smile

A fake behind the fear

The queerest of the queer

The strangest of the strange

The coldest of the cool

You\'re nothing special here

A fake behind the fear

The queerest of the queer

(The queerest of the queer )

I know what\'s good for you, I know you\'re dying to

I know what\'s good for you, I bet you\'re dying to

(You can touch me if you want )

You can touch me if you want

You can touch me

You can touch me

But you can\'t stop

####

\"Of course you will both be on stage for this, the routinebeinbeing choreographed at the moment, and then afterwards, there will be a short press conference, for the media to ask questions. We would like to make it so that you are bi-sexual though, it seems more appealing to all.\"

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To find a word that described how Ralph felt around Gordon, would be
nearly impossible. If he did not know the word. Icky. The song
wasn\'t bad...it was just so...\"Mmmgh, cliché." That was all he had
to say before he folded the sheet into fours and then eights sticking
it into his pocket. \"Though I have seen you people produce worse
tripe.\" He set his deadpan gaze on Gordon, he really wished the man
didn\'t give off this aura that he was so excited that he might pee
himself right there....it disturbed him with how happy the man
was...he was usually pissed off at wither of them for Ralph\'s general
behavior on stage...which was to do what he freaking wanted whenever
he wanted.

Well until he went too far, but that was another story.

He eyed Orin, trying to decide how the agent felt about all of
this...Ralph could get on stage and act like a raving loon, but
Orin...he wasn\'t sure. He didn\'t even know he had a concert tonight,
or well rather now a cancelled one. Rubbing his bloodshot eye he
muttered, \"So...beyond this song, what other shocking diatribe do you
plan on us relating to the audience?\"

\"Oh, that should be enough actually, you see, the audience can
gather what they will from the song, but combined with the
choreography, I believe the message will be brought across as to your
sexuality.\" Gordon grinned at them before something on his desk began beeping. Pressing a button,
they heard the secretary begin speaking.

\"Sir, the choreographer is here. She says she would like to show you
the routine she has worked out.\"

\"Send her in please.\" A girl, barely 25 was ushered into the room.
She presented Gordon with a disk, which he inserted into a slot ons des desk. A screen to one side of the room flickered to life,
displaying a 3D rendering of dancers moving through a routine,
accompanied to music without the lead vocals. Orin watched the
screen and the lead dancer moved around on the stage, the secondary
dancer, not doing quite as much, only reacting to the lead. By the
time it ended, both dancers were entwined around each other, hands
all over each other and they snogged.

\"Ah. Wonderful.\" Gordon said. Orin turned to him.

\"This is what you want of us?\" A look of distaste was on his face.
It was one thing to be public with a relationship, another thing
entirely to have him and Ralph snogging the life out of each other
on stage for entertainment.

Ok, so he really wanted to `snog\' with Orin at that particular
moment. He could admit it was slightly addictive. He could admit,
that he fought the urge to pin him to the floor about every five
minutes. He knew that he couldn\'t do something like that. so he just
restrained himself. Though sitting there watching that Gordon\'s
strange delight in the whole thing put him off. The man was....well
for lack of a better word....weird. Shifting in his spot he brushed
a strand of hair behind his ear, \"Uhm....Mr. Gordon, do you think we
could tone it down....just a little bit?\" he tried to illustrate how
much he wanted to tone it down with his fingers going from an
enormous birth to only a few inches.


He was trying to be rational here; rational would get more than
irrational. He loved Orin, and he wanted the world to know it,
but....hell....he didn\'t think the agent would be comfortable with
something like that....he could do it because he had developed a
general apathy for the public, most of the time during shows he
ignored the fact they were even there. \"I mean....Mr.
Gordon....siiirrr....\" the last part came out like he was choking on
the word, \"Orin really isn\'t a stage performer...so....\" he really
couldn\'t think of anything more to add to that, the more he stood
there the angrier that man made him. He really wanted to smash him
to pieces.


He contained himself, though his lip betrayed him by twanging every
so often as he spoke. \"I mean really...I don\'t want to produce
pornography for the masses....\" He somehow highly doubted what he
wanted mattered.

\"Hmm, well I suppose a bit could be toned down... Actually, why
don\'t we sit here with the choreographer now and work something out.
You have any ideas, let her know, he\'ll work on something, lead you
through it so to speak, and I can approve or disapprove if it may
be.\" Gordon smiled at them. Orin looked over at Ralph, shrugging his
shoulders. Honestly, that was probably the best way to do it.

\"I trust your judgment, talk to her, and if he approves, I guess I
can manage.\" Orin said to Ralph.

Ralph didn\'t trust his own judgment. Then again if he had his way
most of the time his shows would involve him plunking away on his
dirty old piano singing into the mic. This of course was not a good
show for anyone, other than true music purists. He shifted in his
seat slightly, \"I just think we would be more comfortable with
something, less...like...\" He furrowed his brows. Truthfully he
didn\'t know what he wanted. Well he knew, it was a simple, he just
wanted to be able to be with Orin without getting his contract torn
in two.


In any case, the more he thought about it the more the contract
didn\'t matter. Though he hid subconscious fears that the agent would
leave him if he ever...\"All I want is for it be toned down by at
least 75%, a lot less....dry humping?\" He made a silly motion with
his hand. \"You know...\" He gave a strange deadpan look to the
choreographer hoping maybe she could get his jist. br>
She pondered for a moment, before finally coming up with an idea.

\"Ok, change the costumes, have Orin here dressed like an angel and
Swan as a devil. The whole song he tries to tempt him dancing around
him, trying to get him to touch or to look, etc. getting closer and
closer to him as he circles, getting more insistent in the end,
finally touching him where then Orin gives in. Colors on him had
been white before, but suddenly explode to blacks and reds when he
gives in at the end of the song.\" She looked to Orin and Ralph
before turning to Gordon. He nodded.

\"Sounds excellent.\" Gordon told her, looking to Orin. Orin looked to
Ralph, after he nodded his own assent to it.

Ralph nodded slowly, glad that everyone had come to an agreement. He
was afraid he would be left sitting here all day long playing bat the
ball with Gordon and the girl. He really didn\'t care either way, his
apathy was showing in a disgusting way, but it was true, it just
didn\'t matter. Sighing he rolled his shoulders a bit, his middle had
started hurting and he guessed from the strange stingr hir his ribs
that the wound there had given out under stress and started to ooze
again. Nothing too bad he was sure....it just felt, blar.


He quirked an eyebrow at Gordon, and then to Orin, \"So it\'s
decided...\" He really wanted to leaving being in here made him
nervous that the Gordon man was going to ask more of them, the sooner
he and Orin left the better off they were he figured, Plus as he
grew more and more anxious he could feel the scars on his palms begin
to itch. \"Anything else you need us to do for you....\" his voice
trailed off almost wishing he hadn\'t asked.

\"No, I think that will be all for now.\" Gordon turned to the girl
and began discussing with her the exact routine, dismissing them.
Orin looked towards Ralph before turning and striding from the room,
heading for the elevator. Once inside, he let out a huge sigh.

\"Well then. I say we head for home.\" Orin sighed, reaching over for
Ralph\'s hand, clasping it.

\"Just a few more days\"

Ralph rolled around to lean against Orin, hand brushing down his
side. \"Well, as usual, Mr. Gordon is a fuck, but....at least we
don\'t have to come damn near intercourse in the middle of the
stage.\" He snickered and ran his hand through the agent\'s hair
before the elevator stopped, placing a rushed kiss on his lips.
Pulling him out of the elevator he yawned and looked towards the
outside staring up at the sky. \"Mmmm, midday nap would be nice...\"
he mused mostly to himself. He should probably stop sleeping so
much, it couldn\'t be healthy. Though he was sort of...\"I\'m hungry
again....I think...\" He opened his coat to look at his stomach as if
looking for the hole where his breakfast fell out of...

The middle half of his shirt was stained shiny with blood, though he
didn\'t notice it at first. \"Mmph....now that is unpleasant...\" He
quickly rebuttonis jis jacket and started walking randomly towards
the exit, a slightly drunken swagger in his steps. He was sure this
time he was lightheaded, from blood loss.

\"Oy, you ok there?\" Orin caught Ralph\'s side as he staggered.

\"Feeling alright? Let\'s get you back to my place, cook up a good
lunch, you can just sit tight, take a nap if you want.\" Orin
chattered to him as he guided him along. They arrived at Orin\'s flat
after a bit, Orin leading Ralph to the couch. he sat down with him
for a moment.

\"Good now?\" Orin leaned over and kissed the singer, lingering for
just a bit longer than he should have before finally pulling away,
his face flushed.

Ralph tilted his head to the side staring at Orin\'s flushed
face. \"Rather I should ask if YOU are ok...me I dunno...\" he pointed
to his chest, \"It just doesn\'t go away....I think I need to...I don\'t
know.\" He removed his coat, and then proceeded to unbutton his shirt
to stare at the wound. \"It looks like a paper cut, all
aggravated...or something like that.\" He flipped over his hands and
looked to his palms, which were ruddy from some slight bleeding that
had gone on while he was in Gordon\'s office. \"Maybe I need to eat
more iron....\" He looked back to Orin and smiled softly, the one
marred eye had healed some during the day, and now one could barely
tell that it once was wounded.


\"Probably need German healing, like the stinking stink paste.\" He
snickered and shrugged off the shirt folding it and setting it to the
side, \"Maybe I will keep that off until I stop oozing all over the
place.\" He wrapped his arms around his chest and rubbed his
shoulders with opposite hands, \"I don\'t know why I am so
hungry....usually crackers just do....\" He ducked his head suddenly,
looking to his kneecaps as if partially ashamed. \"Have I mentioned I
loved you in the last hour....I don\'t feel like I say it enough...\"

Orin pulled out an ointment from a kitchen cabinet, handing it to
Ralph.

\"Geranium and lemon balm should help. As for me, I\'m fine.\" Orin
shook his head, looking down at the floor. He then stalked back into
the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets, and preparing food as
he went. He was throwing pots around with a bit more force than necessary, causing quite a commotion, before he finally stop
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laying both hands on the counter, head bowed, and took a deep breath.

Ralph blinked staring at Orin blankly. He really didn\'t know how to
react to that other than, \"What the hell was that?\" He pulled
himself off the couch and meandered with the same light headed sway
to come up behind Orin and lay his head on the sway of his back.
Placing his hand on the spine he ran it down the length and
mumbled, \"People don\'t throw pots around when there is nothing
wrong...\"


He felt maybe he had done something to make the agent upset, which
was entirely possible. Ralph wasn\'t exactly the most intuitive
person and generally kept from prying into emotions. Though here
Orin was being all....\'fitful\' So he lay there a moment listening to
the echoing sounds of the agent\'s heart through his back, continuing
to stroke it lightly, with a gentle hand.

Orin stood there, closing his eyes for a moment as Ralph rubbed his
hand down his back, leaning against him. Turning, he caught the hand
with his, wrapping his other arm around the singer, pressing close
to him.

\"Just a bit frustrated is all. Nothing to worry about, really.\" Orin
said as he buried his face into the crook under Ralph\'s chin,
burying his nose into his neck. he breathed in deeply, inhaling his
scent.

\"I love you so much you know. \" he said, hiding his face in Ralph\'s
neck as he spoke.

Ralph rested his chin on the top of Orin\'s head and closed his eyes,
enjoying a moment of undisturbed silence with the agent. One hand
stayed cradled at the waist and the other still in Orin\'s hand. \"I
know you do, you don\'t have to worry about that....\" His voice
trailed off, he knew it just some times his brain got stupid and the
convinced himself nobody loved him. That was normal. His inner voice
squealed at him something nasty about bleeding all over Orin and his
nice shirt but he paid it no heed, letting his free hand play in the fabric about the waist band of the pants.


\"I love you too, you know that though right?\" He sighed and kissed
the crown of the agent\'s head and pulled him slightly closer wedging
him against the countertop and himself. using his index finger he
lifted Orin\'s gaze to meet his own, which seemed strangely lustful
and determined. \"Because I wouldn\'t want you to forget it.\"

Orin gave him a soft smile as he looked up at him.

\"I know\" Was his reply before he kissed the singer gently, eyes
closing as he tasted him.

\"Mmm... I want to stay like this forever, right here, kissing you.\"

Ralph bowed his head a second glancing down to his bloody wound that seemed for the most part to be healing up on its own. Though regardless of this healing he had a terrible ache, aside from the fact his stomach felt as though it would eat itself alive. He pulled back slightly, figuring nobody could be comfortable with a countertop wedged in their back and pun them both around to vise the agent against the wall. For some reason the feeling that pleasantly haunted him when near Orin was different. It was stronger, it was a strange amalgamation of love and need, he couldn\'t describe it.

It was as though he hadn\'t been close to anybody in a long time, though he knew that wasn\'t true, they had been \'close\' just the other day. Needless to say he was confused but took little time to care, ravaging the agent with another kiss. The strange glow grew again around his wrists, collecting there in an intense light as his hands surfed over the agent\'s body with lustful intent. His legs felt week as he forced himself against Orin, breath\'s coming in short rasping gasps. \"Is there a reason to not stay like this forever?\" at the moment he couldn\'t think of anything at all that could pry him off the agent. Absolutely nothing.

\"Hmm, then I say to fuck with the rest of the world, I\'m staying
here with you.\" Orin whispered before reaching up with both hands to
cup Ralph\'s face, kissing him passionately. His hands began moving
lower, mapping out every inch of Ralph\'s body. Reaching the
waistband of his trousers, he teased the exposed skin there, but
never dipping lower. He pressed his hips forward, grinding into the
singer slowly and deliberately.

He pitched his head forward dark hair falling into his eyes as a hand pushed the agent in the small of the back forcing him into him closer. His intense hunger was put on the back burner as another desire began to fill him. He really didn\'t care where they were, it didn\'t matter, as one glowing hand pinned the agent to the wall and the other popped off buttons, one after another sending them clattering to the floor. He stood there a moment when his efforts were complete parting the fabric of the shirt to run a cool hand down the length of the agent\'s torso. \"You missed us, we knew you did...\"


Orin almost hadn\'t caught the comment, he was so lost in the
touches. He did though, and he brought his face back to Ralph\'s,
looking at him with a slightly confused expression, pushing Ralph
back a bit so he could look at him without his vision crossing.

\"Us?... We?...\"
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Ralph stared down his nose at Orin, not know quite what to make of
him being pushed back like that. He hadn\'t really noticed what he
had said, words just came out without him thinking sometimes, and
that was disturbing enough as it was in any case. He took a step
back on his own, giving Orin some room. Oh how he needed him, and he
fought the urge to pounce him, to toss him to the floor and ravage
him. To ignore the heeds and calls for him the cease, to keep on
going until...until...

He took another step back; he couldn\'t believe he was thinking like
that....it was something only a monster would think. Yet he had this
feeling like he had been so lonely for so long, for all of his life,
as though he was betrayed to this loneliness, made to have this urge
for great malignant passion. For a brief moment he forgot who Orin
even was remembering him like he was only a distant dream that which
he could never have, \"I mean...I mean....\" He stuttered over the
words, he didn\'t know what he meant, but he burned to feel the agent
touch him.

He needed to be reassured that he was there, and as the glowing on
his hands began to snake up his arms, the more translucent his gaze
became. It was one that contained mostly lust, a harsh needy thing
that encapsulated his love tight in a cell. He felt like he was
bleeding something out through his soul, dripdripdrop, blood pooled
on the floor beneath his hands. He staggered one more step back, the
overbearing power of his love for the agent making him lightheaded,
he needed him....right now.

He fled forward again, no stumbling, no staggering, but one massive
burst forward and took the agent in hrms rms pulling him out of the
kitchen and into the rooth tth the couch. Though he did not bother o
settled them down there, instead he pulledm tom to the floor, with a
loud smack, allowing himself to land on the floor first to cradle the
agent\'s fall. \"I want you....\" He mumbled before rolling them over
and pinning the agent to the floor, \"I need you...\" This time what
he said came out a little clearer, his hands meandered to force the
buttonless shirt down off the smaller man\'s shoulders as he continued
to mutter, \"I LOVE you.\" He said the last part with force and he
returned to grip the now bare shoulders.

There was a bloody smear across his face from where he had used his
bleeding hand to swipe the hair out of his eyes. The blank shining
surface of those eyes told no tails of what was running through his
mind. This was him; he could feel himself welling to the surface
bubbling forward like some stinking brew. Though this wasn\'t him,
there was too much madness there, the madness of a person who grew
seeing but not touching. Something that loved without knowing. He
gazed forward a now twisted amalgamation, as he battled with his own
urges. To be there so close and to have that,

\"Ghost....\" he whispered under its breath, he snuggled a little
closer and whispered in a dull roaring hiss, \"One more look at the
ghost, before I make it leave...\"

\"Ralph? Are you sure you are ok? Cause you are acting a bit odd,
even for you.\" Orin asktryitrying not to give in to the touches the
singer was giving him.

\"You\'reedieeding again too. Please... as much as I want this, can
you slow down? For me?\" Orin pleaded with him, he wanted him to be
alright, but he didn\'t want to offend him and make him fell unloved.
Something odd was going on, and he knew it, it reminded him a bit of
the other Ralph, the one that had tried to hurt him in his
overzelousness. But this wasn\'t the other Ralph, this was his, he
had seen the other one shatter and the dust settle arounds ons one,
causing the glow he saw from him from time to time. Then it clicked,
what had happened.

\"You\'re both of them now aren\'t you?\"

Ralph reared back and straddled Orin\'s lower half, his rear sat
snugly over his groin as he wiggled in place for a second,
considering his answer. He really couldn\'t think of one, and waiting
to figure out the answer was not satisfying him. This wasn\'t a wait
around discussing things situation, though something inside of hmademade him wait and calm down slightly, some other...\"We don\'t know.\"
His mouth grew thin and grim as he lowered his hand to the agent\'s
shoulder and squeezed sharply, \"It shouldn\'t matter, why does it
matter we are better this way now, you are no longer with a lie, a
cheap ghost, you have us, we are much better this way, we LOVE you
more this way...\" His eyes had gone hazy and the words seemed
forced. He was indeed fighting himself as though id and super ego
were locked in arms.

\"Don\'t you love us...we watched you for so long, BOTH of us...you
cannot have one without the other, what is a reflection without its
source?\" He dropped his other hand to grip the other shoulder,
vising it harshly. A wicked toothy smile spread across his
face, \"You cannot love that lie, you must love ME!\" it was the
first time he had recognized himself as a singular being. The
overwhelming madness of the true Ralph marring what could easily be
called the saner reflections demeanor. Opening his maw to reveal his
perfectly white teeth he launched himself forward in an effort to
bite the agent\'s face.

Orin struggled, dodging as Ralph lunged to bite, him. He squirmed
away to a relatively save distance before turning to face him.

\"I do love you, but love doesn\'t mean trying to hurt another person.
You need to calm down, please... you\'re scaring me.\" Orin pleaded
with him, tensed to move if he needed to.

\"If you really do love me, then you need to clam down, listen to
what I\'m saying.\"

Ralph smacked into the floor with a sickening thunk when the agent
had deftly dodged the bite. He continued to lay there staring up
silently in the direction of the agent. He knew that what he said
was right, you don\'t hurt the people you love, he KNEW that was
true. Yet he kept on wanting to....\"But...\" He got to his knees
standing on all fours staring at the floor, \"Orin I...\" This didn\'t
feel right, he never wanted to do anything like that before to the
agent, but now the feeling was so strong. `I can\'t believe this....\'
he rolled down into a sitting position and held his head for a
second, \"No rest for the wicked, Orin....something is wrong with my
brain, it...\"


He stopped short getting to his feet, \"I feel like...\" He took a
step closer his hands moving around to reach out to the agent, blood
dripping from his palm"I h"I have lived two lives..\" He wiped the
hair out of his eyes again rubbing more blood on his face, \"One grew
to love, the other to covet.\" He lunged forward moving to block the
agent into a corner...

His mind was rattled, he didn\'t want to do this, but the need was too
great. The fireflies had done this, his mother had done this to
him. They meldmelded the two together, and only they could take it
apart. \"Let me touch you my love, let me feel you all around me, let
me near you until you break.\"

Orin backed up, hitting the wall.

\"Ralph, please, don\'t do this. You don\'t want to do this.\" Orin told
him, raising his hands up, trying to ward him off.

He let the blood soaked hands slip down the wall leaving streaky
lines of red marring its surface. The hands moved to lay upon the
shoulders slipping slickly midway down the arms to hold them in
place. \"I do though...so much that I can taste your blood on my lips
already.\" He leaned forward slightly, resting his lips upon the
agent\'s forehead, and like a fountain the blood poured forth from his
mouth trickling in rivulets down the smaller man\'s face and dripping
from his chin. Pulling back the face of the idol was marred darkly
with bruises again, tears and blood streaked downward mixing ia
va
vapid liquid that stained the flesh. Backing up a step, is eyes
downcast, the grim line of split lip forming on his face as he held
on tighter, though did nothing more than that, \"Why wouldn\'t I?\"

Orin felt a pang in his heart as he watched the singer. Moving
forward a bit, he wrapped his arms around him, holding him close,
his own heart pounding.

\"Please, don\'t... I love you.. but love isn\'t about hurting.\" He
reached one hand up, stroking the singer\'s hair as he whispered to
him. He couldn\'t run from him, it wasn\'t right, this was who Ralph
was, they had merged, he just hoped that he would calm down and
balance out, instead of the freaky bipolar bouts of niceness and
destructiveness.

He took another step back pulling away slightly from the agent but
not so much apart. His heart hurt, the insides felt like they were
melting out and here this person was...for all the actions he
had...he couldn\'t contain himself anymore ripping away he raised his
arms in the air and threw them at the ground with such a great force
that one could hear a strange cracking sound, the sound of bones
chipping and grinding together. \"ORIN! What is WRONG with me, I
don\'t want to live like this, why...why...why.\" With each repeated
word he crumpled closer to the floor until he was laying on his side
staring at his bleeding hands.


Ralph remembered everything of a life he had never lived, \"It was so
lonely Orin, it was maddening to watch this life and to not have it,
it make a person\'s brain die...it makes you die from the inside
out.\" Blood had begun to pool under his head from his mouth, \"They
stuck me in there, and that GHOST got to live the life that was meant
for me...\" He was silent for a few moments after that a hand moving
to rest near his face as though he was pondering over getting
up, \"but I am that ghost, I\'m confused...how can that be.\"

\"Then live the life you have now!\" Orin yelled to him, as he dropped
to his knees, holding Ralph.

\"Live that life with me, please...\" Orin curled up next to the
singer, kissing the side of his face.

\"Make a new life even, forget the past and start new if you need to.\"

He turned his gaze slightly to stare at the man from the corner of
his eyes, \"That simple huh...\" He wasn\'t one who could just forget
things, everything stayed mired in his brain until something diverted
him, something that would make him forget. \"I\'m sorry.\" He had been
saying that a lot lately, though maybe it was because he should have,
he was the fuck up here. Lifting himself off the ground his had
stopped bleeding from most of his stigmata-like wounds and stumbled
to the couch to sit, \"We all want that, a new life, we want to be new
again.\"

Orin sat on the couch with him, taking both the singers hands in his
own. he didn\'t care about the blood, he was already pretty much
covered.

\"Can I get you cleaned up? Before you bleed to death on me? I really
wish we could figure out a way to stop all this bleeding.\" Orin
jibed, trying to lighten the mood a bit, placing a light kiss on
Ralph\'s lips, tasting the metallic tang of blood there.

Ralph smiled slightly, and rubbed his palms together for second and
then parted them revealing two healed scars amongst a sea of
blood. \"I think I control it, when I feel particularly bad it feels
like all the sadness is being pulled out through these wounds....\"
He mumbled to himself something about, himself being stupid. \"I
suppose if I am never sad it will stay away...either that or I am
wrong...\" The light which had nearly halo\'d his whole arms receded
to ring just his fingertips. \"Yeah....\" He mulled over quietly the
whole circumstances in which caused these injuries, his reflection
had never known about this and so it seemed like it was a new story
completely, as though he was outside of the whole thing.

Though there they were on his hand and face, the sadder he became the
more appeared, and the more it became obvious the reason why they
thought of him good as dead. \"Just injuries from the past...ones I
never knew about.\"

\"Hmm...\" Orin watched as the wounds seemed to heal themselves, the
bruised fading as well. He looked down at himself, he was covered
in blood.


\"Might I recommend us taking showers? I\'m not squeamish about blood
or anything, but I don\'t particularly feel like wearing it all day.\"
Orin stood up, pulling Ralph with him, dragging him into the
bathroom. He turned the taps of for the shower, before turning back
to Ralph.

\"Joining me?\" Orin asked him, a smile on his face.

Ralph pursed his lips and stared down at this fingertips as they tented together while he thought. The wounds and the bruising were near completely healed, and the bruising on his face hand gone back to the near vanished that it had been earlier, leaving his skin as it had been before, perfectly white. He spent a moment pondering over this and that, Orin had managed to calm him down enough to where he couldn\'t feel that terrible powerful need to taste his lover\'s blood. \'that\'s just creepy Mr. Sutherland.\' and he responded, \'Yes, I know but sometimes doesn\'t it seem perfectly normal....\' he nodded to himself and unlatched his pants and tossed the unceremoniously to the side.


Yawning he shuffled forward, grabbing the agent by the hand and pulling him in behind him into the spray of the shower. Turning his face into the water he hummed idly for a moment brushing the blood off his skin and stepping back to let Orin use the water to its full capacity. His brain felt warm and fuzzy, and yet again he was strangely happy, the roller coaster of emotions he was going through made him anxious, though he was learning to deal with it. Next time he would just have to quell the urge to harm the agent before it got out of hand.


Orin finished washing the last of the blood from himself, turning to
Ralph, moving close to him in the shower.

\"Feeling better love?\" he asked him, smiling as he slicked his hair
back, stepping out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his
waist before he tied his hair back with a clip.

Ralph remained pressed against the shower wall for a moment, watching Orin go about his business in the bathroom. He took a moment to look himself over, for the most part he was the same from head to foot, though maybe a little taller, and that alone was odd, it made him more gangly, and oddly a bit softer than he was used to, \"Mrrgh....\" he curved his neck around to peer at his behind, \"Well, that seems to still be in place...\" he mumbled more to his ass than to anything else. Hopping out after that he wandered to the closest towel and wrapped it about his waist and plopped onto the floor next to Orin\'s feet, neglecting to do much about combing his semi messy hair.

\"Yes, much better.\" and that was true, he didn\'t feel sad at all. He imagined little elves living in his head turning it on and off like a switch, \"Maybe I need one good crack in the head to get it out of my system....\"

Orin laughed at that.

\"One more crack? I don\'t think I could tolerate that. I want a nice
quiet day alone with you, but it seems that all manner of shit seems
to want to hit the fan.\" Orin spoke to him as he shaved. He hadn\'t shaved in a few days and he was getting a bit scraggly. Finishing,
he turned to Ralph.

\"I\'m hungry now, what about you?\" He asked and he pulled the singer
to his feet.

Ralph snickered to himself, it was true, they never had a quiet day alone. He\'d probably have to sleep half the day away to actually make any one of his days normal. Nodding his head as the agent pulled him up he mumbled, \"I was hungry...before I went retarded....\" That was how he felt about the whole thing. Why did he even do it anyway? He couldn\'t remember he was just glad that nothing stupid had come of it.


Turning to put his pants back on he was happy to discover that you really couldn\'t see the blood on the dark red fabric. Slipping them on, he neglected to even look for a shirt, seemed kind of futile if they weren\'t even going to go anywhere, and it wasn\'t exactly cold in Orin\'s house. \'You think too much, maybe that is the problem.\' He followed the agent out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen where the whole midday disaster had started.

\"Tato?\"

He smiled as he wandered into the kitchen after pulling on his
trousers.


FrenFrench fries and cheeseburgers... I make great cheeseburgers, melt
in your mouth.\" Orin prattled on a bit about how he made lunch,
while he was cooking. Finishing up finally, he places to plates on
the table.

\"Tuck in.\" Orin smiled at Ralph, tucking into his own plate of food.

To say that Ralph devoured the food before him would be an understatement. Many would say it was impossible to tell if he actually took the time to enjoy the food, or if he had just practiced vacuuming to that level. He was so hungry...on a ridiculous level. He really couldn\'t tell if anything melted in his mouth. Once he was finished he hummed to himself for a second making a spare fry dance around his plate before eating it with vigor.

\"So.........what exactly is on the schedule for the next few days?\" He had to admit he had no idea, it wasn\'t that he forgot most things easily, he just never kept track of his...dates with the public.

\"Well, it seems you have the rest of today for yourself, but
probably tomorrow they will have us start practicing that routine,
since the concert is the day after tomorrow.\" Orin said, finishing
up his meal. He stood up, clearing the dishes and washing them. Remembering the wash he had started before, he went back into the
utility room and transferred the clothes to the dryer. As he walked
back out, he brought a towel with hinteintending to clean up the
pool of blood.


\"I\'m glad I don\'t having carpeting out here.\" Orin jibed, as he threw
the towel away. Moving to stand behind Ralph, wrapping his arms
around the singers shoulders and leaning slightly on him, his face
close to his ear.

\"I don\'t care though, as long as you don\'t bleed to death, you could
paint the place in your blood.\" He jibed and he planed a kiss on
Ralph\'s cheek, smiling at him.

Ralph turned his eyes downcast. \"I\'m sorry.\" He didn\'t know if he
actually felt bad about that, there was a part of him that
vindictively felt that was a good thing. It was good to see his
blood all over the place. `that is fucked up.\' He argued with
himself and spun around slightly to face Orin. He yawned widely and
mumbled, \"You have practice too, well...standing around practice I
guess.\" He laughed and beeped the agent on the nose and stood up to
wander across the room to look at where his pool of blood once
was...\"Good thing it doesn\'t look it is stains...other house guests
might think you are a serial killer or something.\"


He jammed his thumbs into his waistband and rocked back and forth on
his heels. \"Practice is always so easy, the routines are never that
difficult to learn...more like an elementary school play than
anything else.\" He chuckled to himself and turned back around to
continue staring at the floor.

\"Nothing to be sorry about, and what are you talking about,
houseguests? The only person that ever comes over is you.\" Orin
laughed as he walked over to Ralph, looking at the floor. He watched
the singer for a moment in silence. Suddenly, it was like he was
seeing him all over again for the first time. Tall and lean, with
pale skin and jet black hair, made him look like a doll or he was a
statue come to life. Moving to wards him, he reached up a hand to
Ralph\'s chin, moving his head to the side a bit, looking into pale
ice blue eyes. He felt his heart pounding in his chest again as he
looked at him. Pressing closer to the singer, he raised his face in
order to capture his lips in his own, tasting him, breathing in his
scent. He pulled back for a moment, lips only inches apart and whispered to him.

\"I love you. I don\'t say that enough.\" He smiled at Ralph, before
kissing him more fully this time, closing his eyes as he did so,
lost in the sensation of his lips.

He had this lingering feeling of being clumsy and unnatural with
love, he didn\'t want to hurt the agent to make him feel his love. Or
at least not at the moment, being held by the agent quelled something
inside of him; he didn\'t feel the need to force himself upon him.
This was a willing thing it, `isn\'t like before...this..\' his arms
went to wrap around the agent, savoring the flavor of the moment he
refused to let go. It wasn\'t as hard as it seemed to love without
anger. It felt so intoxication to be this close, to feel his flesh
against his, to smell his scent...he needed him, but he needn\'t harm
him. This was new and usual, and strangely beautiful \"Or perhaps
not so strange....\" he mumbled to himself out loud pulling away for
a second to cast his gaze over Orin.


\"I\'m sorry...I can\'t say THAT too much.\" He wanted to make sure the
agent wasn\'t afraid of him...people didn\'t just forget about being
attacked and threatened. He couldn\'t expect Orin to just...forget
what had just happened. He could have harmed him, how could he have
done something like that....he haunted his own mind with regret.

Orin reached up a hand, stroking the side of Ralph\'s face as he
watched him. Pulling him into the bedroom, he fell backwards onto
the bed, pulling the singer with him.

\"I get frustrated because of you, cause all I want to do is be with
you.\" Orin whispered, as he traced one hand along Ralph\'s back, using
just a few fingertips to draw lazy circles and patterns there.

Ralph closed his eyes tilting his head to listening to Orin\'s
whispered words, a small smile played across his lips as the swirling
circles on his back made his skin crawl with electricity. Leaning
bon hon his haunches he hovers above the agent watching his form from
where he was, \"You are so beautiful, you spin songs in my heart...\"
He smiled a little more broadly, \"Better songs than the ones the
machine grinds out...ones that sound like perfectly orchestrated
breaking glass.\" He really didn\'t know what he meant by that, in his
head he heard it though, the chiming sound of glass breaking it
sounded so wonderful.

He sat the roaming his hands quietly over the agent\'s thighs, taking
in his visage in an attempt to never be without Orin, regardless of
where circumstances might lead.

Orin pulled him down to him, holding him, his eyes closed as he just
lay there, the warm pressure of Ralph, laying on top of him. He felt
his steady heartbeat, breathed in his scent of cloves and patchouli and soap from their earlier shower. If he dieght ght then, he would
have died a happy man. With one hand, he idly played with the
feather charm around Ralph\'s neck, remembering the night before,
flying.

\"I found you because of this.\" He said as he opened his eyes.

\"I didn\'t know where you were when you ran away, but I felt this
when I spread my wings and found you.\" Orin didn\'t know if he was
trying to make a point about it, he just felt good, laying there
with Ralph, talking softly. Humming a song that popped into his head
suddenly, he began to softly sing as he stroked the singers hair.

\"You\'ve got this strange effect on me, and I like it. You\'ve got
this strange effect on me, and I like it. You make my world seem
right, you make my darkness bright, oh yes you\'ve got this strange
effect on me, and I like it. And I like it. And I like the way the
way you kiss me, don\'t know if I should, but this feeling, it\'s love
and I know it, that\'s why I feel good. You\'ve got this strange
effect on me, and I like it. You\'ve got this strange effect on me,
and I like it. You make my world seem right, you make my darkness
bright, oh yes you\'ve got this strange effect on me, and I like it.
And I like it.\"

Ralph had laid his head to the side to rest on Orin\'s shoulder.
Listening silently to the words he spoke, he sighed closing his eyes
and listened to the soothing tones of the agent\'s voice. His hand
rested quietly on the agent\'s shoulder and stroked downward feeling
the toned length of the limb. When he was done singing, Ralph rested
quietly a moment before turning his head to face the agent\'s. \"I
like your singing voice, it makes me feel...light.\" His other hand
continued to trail down the arm, the soft feeling of his skin against
the agent\'s stoking a harsh burning inside of him.

Emotions came oddly to the mind of Ralph Sutherland, they were
intense and passionate, there was no middle ground, nothing was done
half way. He either cared or he didn\'t. Moving his other hand up to
run his thumb along the jaw line and then the crook of Orin\'s neck he
mumbled, \"I guess you always know where your feather\'s are..I wonder
why that is...\"

\"Doesn\'t matter right now.\" Orin told him, shifting on the bed,
before he flipped Ralph onto his back, pinning him down as he moved
on top of him. He gave him a wicked smile before kissing him, moving
along his jaw line and neck, nipping a bit when he reached the
singers neck. He wanted him, right there and then, no questions, no
talking, just wanted to consume him, to be consumed himself. He
pressed a leg between Ralph\'s, rubbing against him as he dropped his
head, kissing and suckling at the singers chest. He moved his hands
along his sides, scratching lightly as he went. He wanted to make
him moan and gasp, to pleasure him.

\"You like that? Or shall I stop?\" Orin teased him.

Ralph rolled his eyes to the back of his head, this was so strange he
had felt like this before he knew he had but...it also had a shining
newness to it. This was something new for...him the algamation of
two different people. Hands flying up to run through the agent\'s
hair, and mumbled, \"Keep going.\" Came out of his mouth, his heart
beat hastened at the feel of Orin scratching against his skin, the
sweet burning that it left behind stung lightly in the air,
invigorating him. He mirrored the force being applied with the leg,
his own body reacting inglingly. The applied force just increasing
that need he had felt earlier, though without the cruel intentions.
He needed to feel it himself, he wanted it rough.
diminished. It was as though Orin was sealing up the holes and
completing ho cro create one solid creature, entirely devoted to the
golden haired angel above him. Instead of wanting to be the user,
instead of wanting to taste the blood of this creature, he wanted to
bleed for this being. If that crossed his mind at all as strange, it
didn\'te hie him, it just came across logically as, \"I would die for
you...\" the last part ushered out in a hushed tone followed by a
rasping, \"I would kill for you...\" his brain was fevered with a
strange loving lust, that consumed him, \"Just tell me what to do, I
am yours.\"

Orin listened to Ralph, as he murmured.

"Shhh.." He hushed him, before biting down on a nipple. He slid his
hands down, one hand grabbing the bulge in the singers trousers,
the other working at the button and fly, working it open. He began
kissing his way down further, stopping at his midriff, looking up
at Ralph, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

\"I\'m going to consume you.\" He growled to him, as he dipped a hand
into his shorts, grasping him.

A muffled groan escaped his lips; being told to be silent was enough
for him he needn\'t be told anymore. The truth was the agent could
probably tell him to walk off a bridge and he would do it, just to
please him. His body surged energy all around him the silent white
light creeping around him from one spot to another, ghosting his form
in a sheet of light. His hips slid himself along the grasp of the
agent\'s hand calling without words for more. The cool chords of
Orin\'s growl sending shivers up his spine, tingling every part of
himself.

He couldn\'t move it was as though he was frozen there head turned up,
eyes rolled back as his soft lips parted in one small gasp that felt
like continuous revolution of new strange pleasure. Though it
wasn\'t, this was unique. Hands entangled in the sheets he road low
and hard against the hold the agent had on him, urging him without
words for more.

He took him into his mouth, suckling on him, reveling in the feel of
velvety softness covering hardness. He sucked in a breath through
his nose as he moved, one hand stroking him, the other cupping him.
He moved slowly at first, before picking up speed, running his tongue along the tip of him every so often.

\"You like that don\'t you?\" Orin asked him, as he paused, using his
hand on him. he slip up further, before he began to undo his own
trousers. he discarded the clothes, pulling the singers off fully
now. He settled over his, so that his own erection met Ralph\'s
before grinding into him. It caused the most delicious sensations,
the feeling of hardness meeting hardness. He groaned at the
sensation, sweat beginning to run down his back, as his body heated
up, his heart pounding and the blood rushed to sensitive areas.

\"Unghhh, feelsss good don\'t it?\" Orin hissed, using hands again to
leave more little scratches over his skin.

He lost his voice, and neglected to answer, talking might only have
distracted him from the pleasure. Each scratch each touch was like
fire, delicious beautiful fire that scored through his body. The
sweet stinging of the scratches ran like rivulets, a soft moan parted
his lips as each thrust of the agent\'s pelvis beckoned him forward.
He craned his neck eyes closed; mouth searching for Orin\'s to place a
harsh bruising kiss upon his lips. Legs moving to wrap tightly
around Orin\'s waist, squeezing his erection tight against his own and
holding it there, the strange feel of blood throbbing all around them
as he pressed him even harder into him, a gasp of air escaping his
lips.

He wanted more his body begged for more, a violent trembled coursing
though his body, and hands began to wander quickly in an attempt to
find a way too touch the older man in such a way to goad him on.
Long fingers gliding down the sides and around the front playing
across the clavicle, and then the neck, mouth wandering from the
mouth to the jaw, tongue lashing slowly along the edge of the agent\'s
ear, teeth nibbling gently at first and then biting a bit more
harshly in an attempt to induce pleasure. His skin was flushed a
strange color brought on by the glow of the light which danced around
them. He wanted to take more; he needed to subject himself to his
lover\'s whims.

In a subdued voice he whispered, \"Let me know who you are, let us
know you as one.\"

Orin slid a hand down, below their grinding erections, wrapping his
arm around the leg that was holding him in place, placing fingertips
at his entrance, teasing him there as he pressed against it.

\"I want to feel you, I want to make you cum for me.\" Orin pressed
into him, slipping a finger inside.

Ralph pressed his head back in the sheet as he felt the finger slip
inside of him. The feeling was strangely addictive, and though the
previous time seemed like only a dream, he desired it so much more
now because of it. He could have easily cum right there as the agent
violated through the tender nerve passage sending streamers of taut
need directly into the center of his groin causing his body to jut
against the agent\'s. The sheets became screwed up under his body as
he squirmed languidly upon the bed. His breath came in short
spasmodic breaths, as he held himself off, encouraging the older man
to go further, just to see where he would go. He was curious; the
quivering muscles in his body radiated a fevered heat, his mouth
searching for more. His hand sliding between the two of them,
fingertips resting upon the swollen head of his lover\'s shaft
stroking silently in an attempt to create further frustrated arousal.

Orin hissed at the touch, bucking his hips against him. He quickly
reached his other hand out to the bedside table, fumbling, coming up
with the lubricant. he hastily smeared some on his erection, before removing his finger and
carefully pressing against him with his now
lubricated member.slidslid just the tip of it into him, the
tightness was amazing and it made him wild. He wanted to thrust in,
but held back, somewhere in the back of his mind knowing it would
hurt Ralph if he did that.

\"I want to fuck you so bad... I want to claim every inch of you as
mine.\" He growled.

Ralph\'s eyes grew wide, and then with one swift motion he used the
strength of his legs to force the agent all the way in to the hilt.
The tightness of his body ceasing the agent closely. He had felt the
strange breaking sensation that came with being forced into quickly
like that, though nothing passed his lips but a harsh gasping moan.
He didn\'t want Orin to play it safe, he wanted him to take him like
an animal. \"Fuck me hard, Mr. Leland.\" He pulled the agent down
hard against him, his own neatly groomed nails scratching down the
recesses of the man\'s back, inciting hard play. His lower back
arching to force the older man even further inside, if at all
possible, thighs quivering gently as he held tenaciously on squeezing
hard against the delving length.

He hissed as he was thrust further inside suddenly, and again at the
sensation of naon hon his back.

\"Yessss...\" He hissed. He pulled out just a bit, before thrusting
back in. He felt dizzy, like he had died and gone to heaven, not the
heaven filled with sweetness and white and choir songs, the heaven
that was filled with sex and pleasure. He loved the feel of nails on
his skin, enough to sting, remind him how delicious light feathery
touches were. Thrusting again, he built up a slow rhythm, adding
small gyrating circles every so often.

His head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, this was so beautiful and
yet so wonderfully painful at the same time, he couldn\'t remember it
being this way the first time. He felt his back bend every time the
agent thrust forward, each move punctuated with a gasping moan. The
things he mumbled out couldn\'t even be deciphered into words; each
one became a garbled mull of pleasure. His hands slipped around the
sweat soaked back of his lover nails against skin every so often
moving around to pinch and pull on nipples, mouth vised to the neck
raising small red welts on the skin. He felt as though he would
burst, each pump making him go rigid hands fighting the urge to touch
himself. He tempted Orin forward harder with his legs that had
nearly gone numb with effort. He was so near the point of explosion
with each blow, his chest constricted with apprehension savoring each
motion, his eyes reflected a deep taunting love that coursed within
him.

\"mmmm, Orin...\" he whispered hotly, body poised waiting for more.

He stared faster now, his hand grasping him, pumping him with the
same rhythm.

\"Gods, you make me so hot... I want to make you cum...\" Orin murmured, as he thrust into him, filling him to the hilt as skin
slapped against skin. It was animalistic, the sound of it. Leaned
down, he maneuvered a bit so that he didn\'t fall on top of the
singer, grabbing his hair and roughly kissing him, brutalizing his
mouth. His thrusts came harder, as the need to release became
stronger, building up within him.

The air was stolen from his lungs as the agent pulled his head to his
face, he felt completely free and without worry when the other man
was in control. As each thrust became more savage than the last, his
body ached troubled for release. The sound of the older man\'s voice
tempting him on, it alone drove him wild. Soft hushed moans escaped
his lips as he drew neared until finally he could contain himself no
more. Pulling away he cried out, \"Oh dear god,\" arching his back he
let lose cumming onto the flats of their combined bodies, each pump
sending more out of himself a hand curving under the agent to grasp
himself. His whole body was rigid now, legs clamped tight as he
muttered over and over, \"oh...dear god.\"

Ralph\'s release clenched him so tight, and turned him on so much he
soon followed him, filling him up with his seed.

\"GODS!\" He screamed, before biting down on the singers shoulder as
he shuddered. The tremors passed after a moment, but he didn\'t
remove himself right away. He liked the feeling of being held
tightly.

\"God, that was so fucking good...\"

Ralph squeaked out in pain when the agent\'s teeth bit into him, the
sweet feel of the pain intoxicated him, though he was too worn out to
start more. His body shuddered in a tight revolt as he unclamped his
legs from around Orin\'s middle, a burning coursed through them as the
blood started flowing again. His backside was on fire, coursing with
a beautiful stinging pan as his arms wrapped about the older man to
hold him close still, not allowing him to remove himself. His eyes
fluttered shut and his breathing slowed to a normal pace, though his
body was soaked with sweat and cum. He never imagined enjoying
something like this so much, he knew he would want more later, he
knew he would need more later...he couldn\'t live without Orin, \"I
could never...live without you.\"

He didn\'t want pull out, but he had to, extracting himself after
going soft would prove... difficult. Carefully he pulled out,
snuggling with the singer, he was tired, tired enough not to care
about the sweat and cum that covered the both of them.

\"I don\'t think I could live without you either, not now... not
anymore...\" Orin whispered, sliding off to the side a bit, getting
more comfortable as he nuzzled Ralph\'s neck.


\"I\'d die without you.\"

Ralph stared up at the ceiling, he was still seeing stars from the
activities and his head was spinning. He sat there felling the
agent\'s seed trickle out from between his legs and he rolled out of
bed quickly. And scooted off to the bathroom, not wanting to make a
bigger mess that he had to....his back was sore, his whole body was
sore, much more than it had been before. Though now, it was a lovely
pain, something that he cherished.

Cleaning himself up quickly he returned to the bedroom and rolled
back onto the bed. Using the agent\'s shoulder as a pillow he looked
up at him and made a strange purring sound, a lot like a contented
cat. \"I\'m sorry, I couldn\'t just...leak all over the place.\" He
snickered slightly and showed Orin the washcloth he had brought with
him, and then began to clean the older man off, removing sweat and
cum from his bodyrougroughly.

Setting back on his haunches he looked his work over and then tossed
the washcloth to the side and slipped under the covers. \"There, much
better no?\"

He smiled up at him.

\"Thanks. I was kind of tired after that... I didn\'t hurt you did I?\"
Orin asked him, remembering that he had been a bit rough with him.
Something about the roughness excited him, made him want it even
more, but wasn\'t it supposed to be sweet and gentle? He pondered
over that for a moment. Sitting up a bit, propping himself up on his
side as he watched Ralph, he turned his head to look at him more
properly.

\"Ralph.. I have a question... do you really like it like that? The
roughness I mean.. or any of it...\"

Ralph bed sed slightly and pulled the sheet up over his face for a
second, putting his hands out palms up he showed the agent the cross
shaped scars on his hands, \"Fifteen, everyone thought it was a street
fight with a Cacophone...well...it was a Cacophone, but it wasn\'t a
street fight.\" He stayed hidden under the sheet; half of himself was
revolted...mainly because it had no idea. It was embarrassing, that
something like that had truly be the cause of all his pain, because
of his foolishness he was imprisoned in that mirror...well...mostly.

\"My mom freaked out...\" his voice trailed off as he stared at the
linen above him, \"She overreacted....I....\" he pulled his hands back
under the sheet, and stared at them, \"It...I don\'t know, I am messed
up...it always made me feel better...made me so....\" he didn\'t know
how to word it, \"I can\'t really remember...much...it is
embarrassing...\" he rolled over to face away from the agent, \"I know,
it is weird.\"

\"I see.\" Was all Orin said as he looked at the scaHe kHe knew what
it was like, to cause self-inflicted pain, the pleasure in the sting
of a razor cutting. He himself had disfigured the scar on his
shoulder, taking a razor to it on three separate occasions, cutting
about 20 times each, fine cuts, just meant to disfigure the
appearance of the teeth marks.

\"If you\'re messed up, what does that make me for this?\" Orin
indicated the scar along his shoulder. That had been the only time
he had cut himself, though he had thought about it again every so
often, until he had met Ralph. It was his release from pressure,
thinking of it, almost like he was actually doing it. The first time
he had done it out of embarrassment, the second because he was angry,
and the third as release from pain. Incidentally, it also seemed to
be a release from the cutting as well, since he had not done it
again.

Ralph remained under the sheet, \"You did it because you were in pain,
I did it because....it....\" He shut up, anything Orin did seemed much
more reasonable than what he did....\"I did it because well,\" he fidgeted not knowing how to describe exactly what it made him
feel, \"It was masturbatory, I wasn\'t trying to relieve pain, I wanted
to feel more of it, I want it right now, it lives in my brain sitting
there...\" He hushed up, maybe that was a little like how Orin
felt...maybe he wasn\'t such a freak. \"I really didn\'t love him, not
really, I just...he liked seeing it, and the more he saw it the more
attention I got and the more I liked it...it started out as such a
small little thing, until it became dangerous.\" br>
He stopped and rubbed the small of his back, it ached still and now
it was becoming uncomfortable, \"I shouldn\'t have been in that part of
the town anyway...\" He hadn\'t had the chance to tell anyone about
this, his reflection didn\'t know, and now that he was both...he could
tell whoever he wanted. He hoped that it didn\'t seem as strange as
it sounded to him, \"Truthfully, I want you more when you are
rough...in my mind I purposely try to think of ways to tease you, to
set you over the edge to see how far you will go...I\'m sorry.\" He
curled up into a ball, feeling like he had just admitted something
awful.

\"Hey, there is nothing to be sorry about love...\" Orin said, as he
moved to curl around him.

\"Honestly, that actually makes me feel better, here I am, pushing and pushing the limit of how much pain I can inflict on you without
you running away, not even knowing why I do it. Love is supposed to
be tender and here I am, trying to make it hurt.\"

Ralph laughed his head still under the sheet before he pulled it out
to look at Orin. \"You could get away with a whole lot more than what
you have done, trust me when I say this, it isn\'t scary...it takes my
breath away.\" He itched his side and turned over to hide in the
agent\'s arms, his skin had run cold and he shivered slightly. His
hand laced around the chain of his necklace and he brought the
feather up to look at, he felt so...ridiculously young sometimes with
Orin. As though he was ancient and wrought with wisdom...begot understanding none-the-less. \"I wish we could lay here
forever, it\'s safe here.\"

Orin pulled a blanket over the both of them as he wrapped an arm
around the singer, one leg hooked around him.

\"Then we will lay here forever then.\" Orin told him, kissing his
forehead.

\"You know, unless we have to get up to go to the bathroom, or eat,
or other various activities.\" He grinned as he laid there. Stretching he realized that he
hadn\'t done any of his usual
exercises in the past few days. He pondered that in a bit he should
get up and do those.

\"Hey.. in a bit, you want to try something new with me?\"

Ralph shrugged an looked up at the agent from his lowered
position. \"What exactly do you mean something new?\" He put his head
back on Orin\'s chest dark hair brushing across the skin to hide his
eyes. \"I guess...\" He didn\'t wait for an answer, didn\'t really
matter what it was as long as he got to do it with Orin.

\"You might enjoy it... trust me, it\'s fun.\" He laid there for
awhile, before finally getting up. going to the closet, he pulled on
some boxer briefs, which in itself was off, but it was necessary. He
pulled out what looked to be mechanics clothes as well, a bit too
big for him, since most of them were one size fits all. He handed another jumpsuit to Ralph. Moving to the other side of his closet,
he pressed on a panel, revealing a hidden room, filled with all manner of guns and ammo. Orin walked in, pulling some body armor from
a rack, beginning to strap it on. Leg armour, groin, chest, arms were
all covered. He pulled another set for Ralph.

\"Here, you\'ll need these too.\" He tossed them to Ralph before he
moved to pull some light helmets with facemasks out and then various
rifles and pistols. They were different though, a bit bulkier than
normal, and had tubes attached to the tops.

\"Ever try firing a gun? This is going to be similar, only with
paint.\" He smiled.

Ralph tilted his head to the side, and had to admit, \"No.....I think
my holding a gun time is comparable to my firing a gun time....\" He
slipped into the jumpsuit and then began putting the armour on,
sometimes backwards which would make him snort at himself and fix it
in frustration, but for the most part he got it all right. Lifting
his arms up he stared at himself. \"Lof aof armour...\" he shook his
head and looked to Orin...\"Something tells me this is going to be
like shooting fish in the barrel for you.....I\'m...not very good at
stuff like this.\"

\"Well, I plan on teaching you how to shoot first. then We can work
on moving around in the armour. The trick is to dodge and try to maneuver into a sniper position.\"
Orin led him out and then upstairs,
where the rest of the building was turned into a shooting range obstacle course. point out the places on the gun, he told Ralph
what each was.

\"This is the safety, click it on and it\'s locked, you can\'t fire,
click it off like so and you can now fire. The handgun you fire like
so, but if you are out of ammo, it will lock back. The rifle is
different, it doesn\'t cock back once you are out.\" Try shooting at
the target over there with each of the guns.\"

Ralph tilted his head to the side and listened closely. This was all
news to him, almost every little last part of it; he was pretty sure
that even though he had paid attention he was going to fuck up. This
was almost a given. He usually just smashed things, and though he
was pretty talented when it came to music, he was very untalented
when it came to shooting anything. This proved true the first few
times he made any sort of attempt to hit anything at all. Turning
around after what felt like an eternity of misfired he grinned
sheepishly at Orin. \"I was closer that time....I almost hit the
target....sorta...\" He turned back around and stared at the paint
that was nearly everywhere but the place it was supposed to be....\"I
suppose cleaning toilets doesn\'t help your hand-eye coadunation much.\"

He tried again, and this time smacked the target, he spun around and
smiled widely fighting the urge to hop around. \"I got it!\"

\"Good! Lets try moving around in the armour for a bit, put the
facemask on too ok?\" Orin told him. Getting low to the floor, he
began a crabwalk, moving behind and around the various objects and
blocks in the room.

\"Try that, Use your hand to balance as you need to, the armour is a
bit cumbersome at times, but needed.\" Orin instructed him.

\"Once you think you can move around alright, and keep your weapon
ready, then we can try a game of tag.\"

Ralph snickered behind his hand watching Orin walking like that, \"You
mean a game of throttle Mr. Sutherland with balls of paint....\" he
added sardonically. If he could do anything right it was keep his
balance, he could after all dance rather well, and he had taught
himself that. So he did that for Orin, and then popped up again with
a spin, he felt like dancing though he stopped himself and fiddled
with the gun. \"You realize this is going to end with me laying on
the floor with a lot of paint all over me...\" He had little
confidence in himself when it came to running around shooting a
gun. \"hehe, but at least you\'ll get your practice in or
something...it will be like fighting an inept but dangerous bad guy."
he wiggled his fingers around as though he were some sort of spooky
ghost.

Orin laughed at him before he dropped from sight.

\"Game on Sutherland! See if you can find me to hit me. I promise I
wont fire till you get one shot on me.\" Orin moved quickly over the
floor, scuttling his way along towards the ramp that lead to the
next floor, which was now only a series of bridges that eventually
connected to the floor above that. He paused occasionally as he
moved. He didn\'t plan on going for a hard practice this time, just a
fun game.

Ralph was used to being direct when it came to combat, smashing stuff
and cutting his enemies. So the whole CONCEPT of looking around for
a sneaky fox like Orin was not what he was skilled enough to
pursue. \"Orin?\" He wandered around aimlessly for a moment,
searching around the whole floor before deciding that maybe
the \"bastard\" had snuck upstairs. Glancing towards the ramp his
toddled over a hitch in his step before traipsing upstairs.


He was not a stealthy person, and so for the most part his guard was
down, his finger on the trigger he eyed the area in hopes of seeing
the agent and having the chance to squeeze off a round before he lost
sight of him again. Stumbling for a second he sucked it up and
readied himself to shoot, breaking out in a run he sped around the
floor. He was quick on his feet, much faster than his normal slow
gait let on. Stopping on his way in the middle of the room he spun
around and fired blindly. He really didn\'t know what he was doing,
but at this point he was extremely hyper and it really didn\'t matter.

\"Not quite Sutherland... wrong direction...\" Orin called out,
letting him hear where he was. He stayed put for a second, before
moving again, getting closer to Ralph. He was keeping his promise
about not firing yet, but he wanted to get in a good spot nonetheless.

Ralph scrunched up his face and spun in the general direction of the
voice, \"You know Mr. Leland, there is a REASON you are my bodyguard
also, I am not exactly the most skilled when it comes to defending
myself.\" He hoped that perhaps this would get the agent to talk
again so he could track the diion ion he was moving. Eyes scanning
the room he turned his head quickly and fired again this time more
close to where the older man actually was rather than randomly in
what ever direction seemed good.

Orin stood up for a second, showing where he had been hit on the leg.

\"Good shot there.\" With that he made a dash down to a lower level,
staying in the open for a bit. Turning he tagged a shot on Ralph,
hitting him directly on the center of his chest plate where it
wouldn\'t hurt.

\"Tag, you\'re it!\"

Ralph threw his arms up into the air with an exasperated, \"RAWR!\" and
ran after the agent arms flailing in the air, \"Screw shooting you, I
am going to smash you Orin Leland!\" The expression on his face was
classic, teeth bared and a wild look in his eyes he ran around the
course like a psychopath waving the gun around like a complete
lunatic. \"I am going to smash you hardcore!\" He broke out into a
low run close to the ground, if dancing had taught him anything it
was how to move without letting your feet stomp against the ground
creating sound. He slid up behind a wall and panted for a second
staring at the paint on his chest. \"Damn....I should be dead...dur.\"

Orin laughed, not really caring it is gave him away. He was having
fun having the singer chase him around. He popped off a shot where he
last heard him, most likely missing him, but he stayed partly in the
open, giving him a fair chance.

Ralph turned around in the direction of the shot and ran screaming
like a banshee in that direction. He had to admit, it was fun...for
some strange reason he enjoyed running around like a chicken with his
head cut off. Felt like a load of pent up energy was being
released. He was a normally all sleep person, and he as mostly in
shape from the life he had led before he could afford to lay around,
and the fact he danced around so much to the tunes in his head.
Turning a corner he spotted Orin and pointed and yelled, \"Oh I see
you now...you are so dead!\" Putting himself in overdrive he ran like
a fright train in the direction of the agent, head first be prepared
to tackle.

\"OH SHIT!\" Orin screamed and he dove for cover. He was great with
guns, but when it came to actually getting into hand to hand
combat... he was lacking. Laughing he made a scrabbling dash for a
spot to hide in. This was more fun than his usually practice against
invisible enemies or targets he had to admit. This had a certain
amount of unpredictability that he needed from time to time to keep
him sharp.

Ralph was pretty good at chasing stuff, and as soon as he was able to
keep a visual of Orin, the better he could follow him. The agent
wouldn\'t get away that easily. He threw himself into over drive and
grew closer to the agent and with one well timed jump he managed to
grab the by tby the heal of his shoe on the way down. He smacked his
chin against the floor in the process and instantly saw stars and
mumbled, \"Owwie\"

Orin heard the solid sound of bone hitting concrete and turned.

\"You ok?\" he asked the singer. It looked like he had smacked his
head against the floor from the way he was laying there. Turning, he
moved to Ralph\'s side.


\"I\'m sorry.. too much all at once huh?\"

Ralph laid there silently for a second looking up to age agent with
wide eyes. That had hurt in a most unpleasurable way. Pushing
himself up to his knees he sat all fours on the floor for a second
before mumbling, \"Naw, not too much, I was stupid should have
followed the rules...\" He rubbed his nose and sniffed, the pressure
from falling causing it to bleed slightly but not to any great
level. Swiveling over on his knees he laid his head on Orin\'s
shoulder and remained still for a moment, one hand going to play in
his hair.

He sat there calmly for a second before slowly pulling the smaller
gun up and placing it in the same spot as where he had been hit and
pulled the trigger, with a POK the paintball exploded onto the
agent\'s chest. Tossing the weapon to the side he mumbled, \"Now we
are both dead together.\"

Orin grunted from the force of the impact of the paintball being
fired pointblank. He fell backwards against the concrete with a
sothunthunk.

\"Ung... pointblank sucks.\" Orin groaned. He pulled off his facemask
before he reached over and grabbed Ralph, pulling him over to him,
ripping off his own face mask, giving him a kiss.

\"You suck.\" Orin grinned at him as they both lay there, covered in
paint.

Ralph snickered and rolled out of Orin\'s grasp. \"What do I suck?\"
He sprung to his feet and stood over the agent wagging his finger
playfully in his face. \"Now I get to run, and you have to catch
me...\" He tossed the gun to the side, \"I don\'t need this...\" he
pulled off the armor, \"And this slows me down...\" He stretched for a
second bending over the look Orin in the eye from between his
legs. \"I want to see if you can tackle me...sure you can shoot, and
be all sneaky...but can you run someone down?\" He laughed and stood
up bending backwards nearly folding himself in two in a back bend,
and continued to taunt the agent, \"We\'ll see who sucks what.\" And
with that he took off in a sprint.

\"Oh great..\" Orin moaned, and he began strippoff off the armour. He
rubbed the sore spot on his chest where the paintball had impacted.
Stripping of the last piece, he sprinted after Ralph.

\'Where\'d you go you little chit?!\" Orin called. She then spotted him
moving up on the second level.


\"Got you now.\" Orin muttered and he began sneaking low to the
ground after him.

Ralph kept on running, stopping now would be stupid. He milled
around idly on the second floor, moving from place to place laughing
like a psychopath. Chasing someone wasn\'t nearly as fun as being
chased. Well at least for him, it was exhilarating to feel that fear
of being caught, nearly out of breath he stopped behind a wall and
caught his breath breathing out of his nose slowly before peering
around the corner searching to see where Orin had gotten to...he
realized full well the agent would catch him. This would not end up
in a stalemate, plus the agent owed him one for the paintball to the
chest. Sneaking out from behind the wall again he checked his bases
and started randomly in whatever direction pleased him.

Sneaking up behind him, he tackled him around the waist, swinging
him slightly.

\"GOT YOU!\" Orin laughed as he dragged him to the ground with him.

\"You make it easy to spot you, you know.\" Orin smiled at Ralph as he
laughed at him.

Ralph fell the ground with a oof and turned his head slightly to
get a good look at the agent. He shrugged and scrabbled around to
wrap his arms around Orin in a mock hug as he wrestled him back flat
against the floor. \"Hiding around is for people who are afraid of
getting hurt.\" He ducked his head to place a kiss on his favorite
part of the agent\'s forehead and rolled off folding his arms over his
chest and attempting to regain his breath. He was bushed and
probably could have fallen asleep right there, as it was he could
barely move his hand to grab Orin\'s. His eyes slid shut and he dozed
for a bit not paying any attention to where he was or what he was
doing.

Orin smiled at the now dozing singer. He stood up and picked him up,
carrying him down to the apartment proper, laying him on the bed.

\"You can\'t just fall asleep anywhere you know.\" Orin scolded him.
Writing him a quick note, he left it on the bedside table, before
going back upstairs with live ammo and guns, to run a more proper
exercise. He wasn\'t that worried about waking him with the gunfire,
most the concrete was nearly 2 feet thick, effectively making it
soundproof from the apartment below. Orin took a deep breath before
beginning, running along the floor, rolling around obscures as he
fired at targets that were set to pop up at certain times. It was
only a few minutes of this that already got him a good sweat, but he
didn\'t stop, just kept going.

Ralph only vaguely heard what the agent had said, not even he was out
cold. He literally could have slept anywhere, he commonly slept on
the job back when he was a janitor. Of course he got all his work
done, he had to he couldn\'t rest until he did. He napped in the
broom closet often and so laying on the floor of an
apartment..bunker...thing was no big deal. He heard the agent move
around the room and then leave, and then he rolled around in the
sheets and balled up tight, snoring softly he dreamt of the city, and
the big red light. Though as it was peaceful and calming as the
dream was the n bef before, people looked and pointed at the light,
and Orin was there...that made him smile.

They walked along the street hand in hand, everything was beautiful
until he turned to face the agent. His hands shimmering he raised
the to wrap around the supple neck of his lover and with a swift push
of his thumbs he snapped the agent\'s head back breaking his neck.

He sat up with a start, not even a yell escaped his lips. `What did
I do...what did I do?\' Looking around the room he couldn\'t see to
well, his eyes were out of focus and stung for some unknown reason.
He shifted in his spot, his legs were aching and he couldn\'t move
them, cold sweat poured from his brow. \"O..ORIN?\" He called out and
attempted to move out of bed and tumbled to the floor, his legs were
too tired to support him so he wiggled across the floor using his
arms.

\"Orin are you ok?\" He called out again and this time brought himself
to his knees and steadied himself momentarily to only topple over
again. His heart was a flutter and he could barely breath. He tried
to remember everything he had ever told about dreams, and what they
meant but it was unclear, and foggy and so he lay still waiting for
the agent to return.

#CLICK#

The barrel locked back on the gun. Out of ammo. Taking a deep
breath, Orin lowered the gun, slowly standing up from the crouched
position. He had used all of his ammo for the practice. He was
sweating and covered in dust and dirt from the floor, a few
scratches from cement that had exploded when he hit it. collecting
the guns and armour from before, he started downstairs, brushing
sweaty hear out of his eyes. He felt relaxed now, all his tensions
gone, fired into targets and the walls. Entering the apartment, he
decided he needed a shower. But first he needed to put away his
things. He wandered slowly into the back into the bedroonly nly to
find Ralph laying on the floor, his eyes wild. Dropping the armload
of guns and armour, he moved to his side.

\"You ok? I went back upstairs to practice, why aren\'t you in bed?

Ralph looked over to the agent; he had fallen to the floor in a
bundle and was now wrapped in the sheet. His head hurt, like it had
had the first night they had been together and it was totally beyond
him why his legs refused to work. \"Tried to get up...and fell down,
my legs aren\'t working too well right now.\" He moved his knee
slightly, \"Haven\'t run like that in a while...or..well...you
know....\" He scolded himself mentally for playing around like that,
but it felt so good when he did it...both times.


He neglected to mention why he had fallen out of bed, his head hung
low hiding his face behind his hair. It was kinda embarrassing, it
was just a dream right, he didn\'t actually snap Orin\'s neck. There
he was right next to him curious about why he was laying in a heap on
the floor. He didn\'t stay this way long, putting his arms out to ask
the agent to help him up he muttered, \"Couldya get me back to bed?\"

Orin pulled Ralph up, putting him back into the bed. He pondered for
a moment about his legs not working, that was a bit odd really, but
he shrugged it off, he had probably over exerted himself or
something.

\"I need a shower, so I\'m going to be right back ok?\"

Ralph nodded slightly and laid back down for a second, his legs hurt
badly, and he knew exactly why. He felt sort of foolish, but meh,
that is what you get when you don\'t run around regularly, then run
around, and not cool down. They had gone into shock. \"Stupid
dumbass.\" He rolled over a little putting himself in the center of
the bed. He wanted to hide under the sheets forever, he didn\'t want
to face tomorrow. Practicing would be painful, even the thought made
him whimper plantiffly into the pillow under his face. \"Stupid Mr.
Gordon.\"


He rolled back over and sat up begabegan to flex his legs in an
attempt to jolt some life back into them. \"Come on....just a little
movement would be good.\"

Orin stripped off the jumpsuit when he was in the bathroom. Looking
down at his leg, he noticed a bruise where the paintball had hit
him, missing the armour. He shrugged, no big deal, just a slight
sore spot. He stepped into the shower, rinsing himself of and
scrubbing with soap. he had gotten quite a workout, though he really
needed to consider martial arts as well, so he could do better with
the hand to hand combat. Stepping out, he wrapped up in a towel,
drying himself, before wandering back into the bedroom. Ralph was
sitting in the center of the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he
turne wat watch him.

\"You alright love?\"

Ralph stared quietly at his legs for a moment before glancing up to
look at Orin. \"Fine.\" He left it at that, he didn\'t mention the
pain coursing through them, it would go away eventually. Spinning
around he laid his head in the agent\'s lap and looked up to him.
Running a finger along the edge of his stomach he poked the
bruise. \"Those things sure do pack a wallop.\" He curved his back
slightly and gave the purple mark a slow steady lick before flopping
back down on Orin\'s lap. \"I\'m sorry, I didn\'t know.\" His face was
grim, he probably shouldn\'t have shot him at all...even if it was all
in fun.

He continued to trace the curve of the agent\'s stomach with a sultry
fingertip. \"Forgive me?\"

\"Nothing to forgive. Nothing to be sorry for. Bruises happen
sometimes.\" Orin told him at he moved to stroke the singers hair.

\"Besides, now you know how to shoot a gun if you need to. Keep
practicing and you\'ll get even better, then you wont have to shoot
pointblank.\" Orin smiled at him as he flopped down onto the bed,
curling his legs up as he wrapped himself around Ralph.

\"Well now, we have the rest of the day to do whatever you wish.
Well.. whatever\'s left of the day at least. Tomorrow we will
probably be practicing all day, them trying to teach me how to stand
there properly on stage, you the steps around me, and that new song.\"

Ralph mumbled to himself for a second, and then announced, \"I know
that song already,\" he pointed to his head, \"Got a memory for
music...though that is about it\" He rolled around a little getting
comfortable in the agent\'s grasp. He let out a long tired sigh, he
felt like he had been run ragged, \"I want to lay here until they
demand I move again.\" He ceased the agent\'s hand and kissed each
finger tip before cradling it against his face. He was feeling
strangely lovey which wasn\'t normal at all for him. Normal for him
was to avoid being gooey as much as he possibly could. He couldn\'t
help it, Orin made him feel so mushy, light, and wonderful. As he sat
there staring up at the agent with his naturally cold eyes his brain
rehashed the dream over and over as though in some sort of sick
repeat.


It horrified him, the sound, the motion the feeling of the neck
beneath his fingers as he squeezed the life out of it. He grabbed
the other hand and began nibbling on it, and placed it on the other
side of his face and he buried his head in the crook of Orin\'s
chest. He wanted to stop thinking about it, and so he hoped this
would distract him. Though it bothered him so...so very much.

Orin closed his eyes as he laid there, Ralph\'s face buried in his
chest. He wasn\'t going to argue about not moving from this spot
until they had to, this here was heaven, a warm bed with Ralph in
it. He pulled a cover up, covering himself and Ralph.


\"I was thinking... I\'m not sure how you would feel about this or
not, but considering... I was wondering if maybe we could stay like
this...\" Orin shook his head.

\"That didn\'t sound the way it should, what I mean is... maybe if you
are ok with it.. for us living together.. Cause well, you are here
alot now, or I\'m over at your place... It would make more sense just
to have one place, but if you don\'t want to, that\'s fine too..\"

Ralph shook his head, and to be perfectly honest he said, \"I don\'t
want to go back to that place to sleep ever....the hole is there, the
vacancy in space.\" He didn\'t know what he was talking about, though
he did somehow. Either way he was afraid of that home, all he wanted
was to never have to look at it again, and maybe fetch his
clothes....and the piano...he couldn\'t just leave the poor thing
resting there waiting for his return. Having his own place seemed
completely ridiculous, especially now in this warm safe place
listening to the sound of the agent\'s heartbeat.


\"I would rather be with you anyway.\" his dark hair tickled across the
agent\'s chest as he brushed it away from his eyes. He moved his arms
to wrap around Orin\'s waist and sighed, eyelashes inadvertently blessing the older man\'s skin with butterfly kisses.


\"It is lonely there, I don\'t like being alone, it makes me crazy...\"

Orin squeezed him tighter, not saying anything, not that he could if
he wanted to. He was happy, and it felt like his heart was in his
throat. He laid like that for awhile, before finally he felt like he
could talk again.

\"Well, I guess we can go get your clothes and things, have to at
least get your clothes, you don\'t fit into mine.\"

Ralph nodded and rolled away, \"Let\'s go now, I only need a few things
for tomorrow...but I can pack pretty quick...\" He pushed himself out
of bed and wobbled around the room collecting articles of clothing
and the like and then finding his shoes. \"I can have some people
bring over the rest, after I get my personal stuff...'t n't need them
touching that they might find out something I wouldn\'t like them to
know.\" He slipped one shoe on and then the other holding himself up
against the wall of the room.

Stumbling towards the door he went to the bathroom and returned to
see if Orin had started getting dressed.

Orin pulled on some jeans and a tee, and a pair of trainers. He
didn\'t feel like getting out trousers and dress shirts. He did slip
on a holster for the small of his back, and a short windbreaker over
it to hide the gun, just as Ralph walked back into the room.

\"Ready to go then?\" He wanted to get over and back soon, no
lingering around.

\"Considering that you merged, do you think I can return the bathroom
mirror to the bathroom when we get back?\" Orin asked Ralph as they
left, headed to the singers apartment.

Ralph turned to gaze at Orin apprehensively, he might not have much
to fear from mirrors any more but he still didn\'t like them very much
at all. The very thought of looking at himself in the mirror turned
his stomach. He hadn\'t seen himself that way...this way ever, and
that he was fine with...\"I...guess\" he left it as that and continued
walked towards the apartment, it didn\'t really matter, he just
wouldn\'t look at all.


Stopping at the door he plugged in the numbers to his apartment one
last time and took the elevator upstairs. He movhrouhrough the house
quickly throwing things into a large suitcase without really
thinking. Random clothing and strange knick knacks that mostly
existed for his own amusement. \"Ok....I think that is all I need
until we can get someone to move the piano.\"

Orin took a last look at the apartment. There was blood splattered
in various places, and glass littered the bathroom floor. It looked
like someone was murdered. He nodded, wanting to be gone as well.
The place gave off an eerie vibe. Turning with Ralph, they left the
apartment. He placed a comforting hand on the singers back as they
left.

\"I have to wonder if they will think you killed someone in there..\"

Ralph snorted and lugged the suitcase with two hands, \"Probably,
knowing my luck they will try to start a scandal." This didn\'t seem
to phase him as them made their way through the streets, they tried
to do that with him all the time. \"We are purposely starting
a \'scandal\' in a few days there will be rioting in the streets,
parades through town square...tacos for the children" He" He was
mildly out of it, his brain though it had been rested was addled. He
just wanted to go back to bed and sleep the rest of the day, who even
cared about unpacking.

The rest of the walk home was spent in silence. Arriving at the
apartment, Orin took a detour to the trash bins, picking up the
mirror, intending on replacing it in the bathroom.


\"You can have your piano set up in the study, I never use that room
much anyway.\" Orin told him, as he busied himself replacing the
mirror. Finishing quickly, he went to Ralph, wrapping both arms
around him, kissing the side of his face as he hugged him from
behind.

Ralph tilted his head to the side, he really didn\'t know why he was
being thanked, in fact it should have been him thanking Orin for
letting him stay there. He didn\'t respond though, instead he took
the agent by the hand and led him to the bedroom. He was tired, and
Orin had to have been tired with all the running around he did
today. Falling into bed he pulled the agent on top of him and
wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He just lay there not caring
about their state of dress; he just wanted to feel the man there with
him. He ran his hand up the inside of the jacket to rest closer to
the small of his back, near the gun that was hidden there.


He laid there for quite some time listening to the sound of the agent
breathing, feeling his heartbeat upon his chest. His eyes rolled
open and he stared at the precious being above him. He really was
like an angel, a dangerous angel, but an angel nonetheless. He made
him feel safe, and perhaps that was when a dangerous angel was good
to have on your side. He felt so moved, he felt so inspired it was
as though a thousands songs were running through his head and not one
of them made sense. Did they really have to make sense though?


He ran his fingers along the brim of the coat before urging it off
and tossing it to the side, his hand sneaking around the waist to
unbuckle the holster of the gun and place it on the ground beside the
bed, and then slipped his hands palms down fingers gracing against
the soft skin beneath the agent\'s waistband. His own black hair
falling into his eyes covering what was little left of the bruises on
his face, the red wound in his eyes healed yet leaving a strange
scoricar car across the bridge of his nose.


His lips met with Orin\'s as he pushed his pelvis down against him,
sucking in the warm taste that accompanied the agent everywhere. He
could feel it in the air around him, he could always tell when the
man had entered a room for his aura was close to intolerably strong
blinding everyone else with some sort of light, maybe that was what
initially attracted him, was the need to be close to that light as it
filled the holes within his very soul. He needed to feel it inside
of him, all around him encapsulating it with his warmth.

He didn\'t know how to express that feeling in words but there it was
bleeding on his sleeve as he tried to convey all the passion, all the
love he felt in a single kiss. The energy flowed through his body
sending the light in his hands up through his arms, causing him to
glow within, the veins, the muscles, the bones radiating from under
his pale skin. He didn\'t even notice, as he grew brighter drawing
all the light around them within, his being causing the whole room to
be saturated in darkness except for a singular point. which was
himself and the halo of light he created around Orin.


Ralph felt as though his heart would burst his eyes were screwed shut
and he continued to hold the agent close to him, refusing to let go.
Then in one cumulating moment the light shot outward in a sparkling
mass of what looked like pieces of glass run red with blood and being
and the shattering sound of glass surrounded them and he let go
falling back to the bed with a gasp. His eyes were where bright and
seemed to emit a light of their own before the fluttered shut
slipping into a deep sleep. A silent shine lingering behind his
eyelids.

Orin was beginning to get used to the strange things that happened
with Ralph. This was just another strange thing. He would have
questioned the man, but Ralph was already asleep. He sighed as he
lay there with him for awhile. He was tired, but not enough to
sleep and he was actually getting hungry for dinner. Getting up, he
pulled the covers up over Ralph, placing a kiss on his forehead as
he brushed his hair out of his eyes. He quietly walked down the hall
into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets to find something to
cook.

Ralph didn\'t move one inch while Orin was away, his mind wasn\'t
working and for the first time in ages he had a completely peaceful
rest. There was nothing to explain what exactly had happened, he
didn\'t even know. It was a giant welling of energy, being trapped in
a state of nearly total darkness with nothing to do made his mind
strange, but not only that but his body. Reflections are pieces of
light, and as the true Ralph remained locked away the more and more
he became like a reflection, a being of light...and now that the two
were combined...who is to say what they were.


Either way Ralph didn\'t know. He never would.

Finishing dinner up, he set it out on the table before going back
into the bedroom. Moving to the side of the bed, he gently shook
Ralph, trying to wake him up.

\"Oy, dinner is ready, I have a plate for you. Mashed potatoes and
roast beef slices.\" Orin said to him, trying to tempt him with the
promise of potatoes.

\"You gonna get up and eat?\"

Ralph coughed and opened his eyes a dim light still shining in them
but nothing distracting. Smiling slightly at uat up and pulled
himself out of bed murmuring, \"Taatoo...\" He walked around for a
little bit working the kinks out of his leg before turning to grab
Orin by the arm and march him out of the room. \"What time is it
anyway?\" He queried, the time had been sort of lost to him ever
since they had spoken to the producers. He hoped time would continue
to drag on for them; he really didn\'t want to subject himself to
being forced to gallop around on stage.

He was starving and he sat down in his seat and began shoveling. He
had never been so hungry in his life...well from what he could
remember; normally a few crackers and some water were fine but
now. \"Thank you...\" he mumbled through spoonfuls, barely taking a
moment to breath before he was finished and he sat back and patted
his stomach, \"I am lucky you can cook, me....most stuff...I cook
tastes like...well something nasty.\"

\"Mum taught me how to cook when I was little, she said it helped her
when she was too busy with other things. After that, I taught myself
more stuff, that and living on my own for so long I needed to know
how to.\" Orin replied after finishing a mouthful. he looked over at
the clock on the kitchen wall, checking the time.

\"Almost 8 now... Was thinking about straightening up the study
before they bring your piano over tomorrow. I have some junk in
there, a few piles of book, plus it needs a good cleaning, I never
really go in there much.\" Orin told him, thinkingthe the large
study. It was nearly the size of the living room, but for some
reason he never used it much. He had intended to turn it into a
library, but never got around to it. Clearing the table, he washed
up the dishes before turning to Ralph.

\"Want to help me set up some bookshelves in there and clear it up a
bit? I never really finished that room. Worked more on the range
upstairs.\"

Ralph shrugged, \"If I am good at anything it is cleaning up and
building things....\" He laughed and got up to shuffle his way to the
study to survey the mess. \"Not that bad...I don\'t think it should
take long...\" With that he started on his way without being told
what to do, he just naturally knew. That was the way of a drone, to
know what needed to be done without being told. He cleaned astutely
without saying a word moving from one part of the room to the other.
He stopped in a corner and rested for a second staring blankly at
Orin before turning back around to continue working.

Working to a point where he felt he could stop he stood up from a
particularly dirty spot and went to lean against the wall. \"Today\'s
been pretty busy....especially for me, I would be sleeping right
about now.\" He laughed and rubbed dirt off on his pants and stooped
again to shove some books around and organize them into stacks based
on size. Hair falling into his eyes he pulled a string out of his
pocket and tied it up into one small ponytail and mumbled to himself
something about getting a hair cut and just shaving it all off his
head.

Orin paused in his assembly of a bookshelf, looking up at him.

\"Don\'t cut it all off, I like it too much, you wouldn\'t look right without hair.\"
Orin told him finishing the last bookshelf, putting
the books on it. He had an odd system, each one went into a
category, then alphabetized by title, with setuntiunting at one, so
they all stayed together.

\"Thank you for the help. It wasn\'t too much, just the books and some
cobwebs, but it needed it. I guess the room is going to be pretty
much yours now, so you can do whatever you want with it, paint the
walls black and install a disco light for all I care, just the books
are the only thing I\'d like to keep here.\" Orin told him as he
surveyed the room, standing next to Ralph. He wrapped one arm around
his waist as he stood there, pulling him to his side and leaned his
head on his shoulder.

Ralph put his finger to his lips as though he were pondering
something. \"Black with a disco ball, that would be very piano man of
me.....\" He laughed and spun Orin around in his arms and waltzed the
two of them out of the room. \"Remind me to call the movers tomorrow,
I doubey aey are in right now, and I would like it done while we are
out...practicing.\" He danced them around the couch, not paying any
mind to the dirt or sweat that coated him. Dancing made him feel
light and free, almost as much as writing music did...he felt like he
was on air when he was with the agent, he made such a good dancing
partner too.

\"I like dancing with you, I hope you don\'t mind.\" He spun the agent
around and then twirled them both onto the couch. He was wide awakow tow that he had done some work. Napping so much threatened to make
him an insomniac.

\"I don\'t mind at all.\" Orin smiled at him, kissing the tip of his
nose. He settled down into the couch, laying back, pulling the
singer with him so that he laid on the couch on his back, Ralph on
top of him. He smiled up at him, brushing hair out of the way.

\"I love you. I don\'t say it as much as I feel it, but I wanted to
let you know.\" Orin kissed him quickly on the lips.

Ralph smiled and pulled the string out of his hair allowing the
strands to fall around his face. He hated having it back, it made
his neck feel exposed, that really bothered him and so when he
threatened to cut his hair it was of course only a threat. \'I have
too many phobias.\' He rearranged himself slightly to lay comfortably on the agent, he wasn\'t heavy and so there was no real
threat of smooshing the air out of Orin, more like his bones piercing
his flesh.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose against the agent\'s cheek before
placing a kiss of his own on the side of his face. \"You don\'t even
have to say it, I know...I hope you can tell the same....\" he
snickered to himself, he was naturally a very paranoid person and it
was strange that something like this seemed so simple so naturally
logical he didn\'t have to worry about this....other things
though...he worried about.

Orin wrapped both arms around the singer, holding him loosely around
the waist.

\"Why did we wait so long? Why did it take five years?\" Orin asked,
not really knowing why, or even if he would get an answer, it was
more of a rhetorical question.

\"I mean... it seems kind of silly really now... looking back on
everything, me tiptoeing around the subject whenever it came up if I
was seeing anyone or if you were. And now here we are..\" Orin was
staring off into space now, somewhere in the direction of the
ceiling.

\"I feel kind of foolish now.\"

Ralph laughed out loud and nipped Orin\'s ear, \"I know EXACTLY what
took us so long, We are stupid.\" He laughed again, he found the
whole thought of how amazingly goofy they had been completely
hysterical. Most of the time it was painfully obvious that they had
feelings for each other. \"I think we were bother equally afraid of
rejection, pfft I know I was...but then again...I am paranoid like
that.\" He laid his head back down on Orin\'s shoulder and pondered
for a moment. \"We know each other better now...that\'s important...you
can\'t be sure of anything until you know someone well enough...I
guess.\" He sighed knowing full well that he fell in love with Orin
without actually knowing him, so what he said was entirely stupid.

He shifted his weight slightly and bit Orin again this time on the
jaw and refused to let go. He was feeling playful, working like that
usually stirred him up like that....\'who would have thought\'

\"OW OW OW OOOOOW!\" Orin yelped. He retaliated by jabbing fingers
into Ralph\'s sides and then tickling him. In an attempt to dislodge
him, he rolled, throwing both of them to the floor next to the couch.

\"Little git.. that hurt.\" Orin laughed at the singer, bending to
kiss him, having the advantage of being on top now. This time the kiss lasted longer, a more
insistent one, before he pulled back a bit.

\"Ouch!\" Ralph put on an plaintiff face as though accusing the agent of
something horrible. Though this wasn\'t true and that was evident
from the curving smile on his lips. \"Don\'t you like my love bites?\"
He asked wickedly a sing songy sound in his voice as his fingers
moved around to prod Orin around the waist, and then sneaking a
little lower, just for kicks. He threw his hand back up to bring the
agent\'s lips back down to his but instead of kissing them he gave
them another bite this one more gentle than the one on the jaw line but still enough to be more than just a nibble.


\"I\'m a biter Mr. Leland, do you still love me?\" He tickled his hands
up the agent\'s back and then kicked a leg up to rest loosely upon his
back as he rocked his head back and forth looking the man intently in
the eyes.

\"Of course I still love you, just be a bit more gentle and a little
less vampiric about it.\" Orin laughed as he watched him. He leaned
down again, capturing the singers lips, deepening the kiss this
time. It was slow and unhurried, no desperate rush of need, just
loving desire. He pulled back as he breathed him in deeply.

\"You are my favorite scent you know.\"

Ralph Rubbed his eyes staring up at Orin blankly. Though he soon
smiled, \"So you like the smell of grim?\" He raised his arm to point
out the fact that he was indeed still coated with dirt and sweat, he
hadn\'t smoked in nearly a day...he just realized that and it made him
feel strange, though he didn\'t go to light up he just laid there
staring at Orin. He hated being dirty it reminded him of cleaning
toilets and being a grunt back in the day. Maneuvering to get up he
pulled Orin with him. \"I have to take a shower now or I will itch my
skin off in a fit of obsessive compulsive fury...\"

He trotted off towards the shower dragging Orin behind him.

\"I love the smell of you, even if you are dirty.\" Orin smiled at
him, as he was dragged into the shower. He stripped down before
stepping into thowehower after Ralph, allowing the singer to wash a
bit first before he stepped under the spray for a bit. Without warning, he grabbed Ralph and held him tight, kissing him like he
had on the floor of the living room.

\"You even taste good... I can\'t get enough of you.\"

Ralph smiled slightly into the kiss, drawing Orin\'s tongue into his
mouth allowing it to brush against the exterior of it before
releasing it again. The spray of the water washed over them, and
being in such close proximity to Orin\'s nude body did not help him
when it came to controlling his urges. He pulled Orin into the wall
against him brushing his hand slightly against the naked round of his buttocks. He moved his hand to rest in the small of the agent\'s back
and then used it to press the older man against him, the heated
waterfall flowing over them. His black hair played across his
shoulders, much longer now that it was no longer kinked and dry.


He rest there back against the wall legs bent to ore ore on Orin\'s
level tasting his flesh dewed with water. First an earlobe and then
the jaw, moving along the ridge of that back to his mouth, tongue
licking at lips removing moisture droplets from the shower. He felt
as though only Orin could stir such reactions out of him. Many had
made their advances, ones that were much stronger than the agent\'s
yet he never felt anything. That alone should have been strange, yet
eemeeemed so simple now that he thought about it.


His hands gripped tight making slight half moon marks in the flesh
before he scratched softly up the back to the shoulder where his
hands rested quietly. He pulled his head away for a second to
murmur, \"You make me do things no one else could.\"

\"Might I suggest moving to a dryer location? So we don\'t slip and
crack our heads open..\" Orin whispered to him. He wanted to continue
tasting every inch of the singers skin, kiss him until he couldn\'t
any longer. He pulled Ralph out of the shower, reaching over quickly
to shut the water off. They stood there together, in the middle of
the bathroom on the floor mat, both naked and wet, entwined around
each other. Orin moved his hands along the singer, nails against
skin as he slid them down over his sides, dipping lower until
finally grasping his length, pressing his hand into it, slowly
stroking.

Every time Orin touched him he nearly seized up in pleasure.
Something about his light touch drove him absolutely insane. His
hands ran down the skin and pulled him tight against him, the
slickness of their bodies making him feel strangely euphoric. he
slid away and down to his knees, glancing up slightly cool blue eyes
staring intently before moving a hand up to grasp Orin securely around
the shaft. Smiling slightly he parted his lips and sat there posed
before its head breathing hot whispering air over it teasing the man
quietly.


He didn\'t feel the need to say any words, hearing Orin was enough.
He was normally so lingual...so verbal, words were his instrument he
played them well, but here on the floor he had no need for words. He
only had need for Orin\'s pleasure, to give the man something. His
tongue played out of his mouth to swipe at the tip softly, repeatedly
in a taunting sensual way meant entirely to tormthe the older man.
Long fingers gliding down around the shaft before stopping to caress
quietly at the base and then the agent\'s balls. He continued the
process a few times, each round become more and more stimulating,
before he finally parted lips and let it pass into his mouth, his
eyes cast downwar he he moved it in his mouth tongue passing across
the tender edges.

He was dearly in love with the taste the feel the man represented, he
couldn\'t put it into words though he attempted to show it in his
actions.

He groaned as Ralph took him into his mouth, the sensation setting
him on fire.

\"Gods... feels so good...\" Orin mumbled, his fingers tangling in the
singers hair. His knees began to feel weak, so he slowly sank down
to the carpet, pulling Ralph with him. It felt like his skin was on
fire, every inch of him crawling with electricity.

\"Don\'t ever stop.. it feels too good... you\'re too good at this..\"

Ralph continued his work studiously, the effort he put into making is
as sweet as possible, his mouth suctioned perfectly in place
continuing his administrations carefully until he could feel the rush
of heat in his hands, and then without ceremony he pulled away with a
suckling POP. He sat back on his haunches fingers gliding over the
slickened length teasing the tip with a deft swipe as a coquettish
smile curled across his face. He took the time to tease the agent,
drawing him to the very limit and then stopping, but not cold, the
finger play would remain very enticing.


He swiped his hair back over his shoulder, smile still across his
face he leaned in to bite at the agent\'s jaw line leaving tiny
harmless teeth marks in an attempt to rile the man up. Free hand
played across his collarbone tickling at delicate flesh. He knew he
was being a horrible tease, and he relished in it, sneaking his
tongue along the flat of the older man\'s stomach sneaking dangerously
close to the shaft without touching it and then moving back up, his
eyes focused the whole time on Orin\'s face waiting for a reaction.

\"You are so asking for it.\" Orin growled, as he lunged towards the
younger man, pinning him to the floor, attacking him fiercely with
his mouth. He kissed him soundly, moving along to his ear, then down
his jaw to his neck. His hands moved everywhere, playing along his
sides and chest, pinching a nipple every now and then. His breath
came rapidly, he was worked up now, had been teased tong.
\"You like doing this to me don\'t you? You enjoy making me like
this..\" Orin teased him.

\"You are such a little tease.\"

Ralph tilted his head to the side curiously, \"I have no idea what you
are talking about Mr. Leland.\" His hand slipping down to brush
across the skin of the agent\'s lower stomach, fingertips just barely
missing the head of the shaft. Feeling Orin this frustrated made him
so hot, from head to toe it was terrible that he did such a thing,
but it felt so good. He felt like he was in some sort of mysterious
trouble, ite hie him smiled wickedly as he drew the agent up to run
his tongue over the ledge of the ear, hot breath whispering through
his nose. His other hand glided about soundly, as he murmured, \"Mr.
Leland, what am I doing to you, I haven\'t any idea at all....\" His
fingers lashing quickly in a light scratch up the spine.


This game was fun, it made him feel so strange and so wonderful at
the same time, teasing the agent like that...he really didn\'t know
what he was doing, but he felt he would enjoy the reaction. No
matter how hard he tried his breath came out in long drawn needy
gasps, his eyes glazed over with a peculiar want, and strange desire.

He dropped his hands to the floor and leaned back his head, his face
becoming as dead serious as possible, though a mischievous smile
shone in his eyes. \"Do you not like this Mr. Leland, do you want me
to stop?\"

\"Bloody hell, no way am I ever going to let you stop. Feels too
good.\" Orin shuddered as a tendril of sensation curled around his
spine, gripping him. He leaned in and kissed the singer hungrily,
his pelvis grinding into him, the contact delicious. He wanted to
feel him buck beneath him, to make him scream out. He moved to nip
at his neck, leaving little red marks all along the skin there. He
thrust again, his erection grinding up against Ralph\'s, the contact enough to want to make him spill himself right then.

\"So tell me, to fuck or to be fucked, which would you like love?\"

Ralph put his hand to his chin, it was evident that he wanted it just
as much as Orin did but he was trying to play it off. He had grown
accustomed to feeling the agent inside of him, he was addicted to the
sensation. Sure it felt pretty blasted good the other way, but he
got a wonderful thrill from being taken, made him feel...

It made him feel like Orin owned his very soul...it felt entirely too
good. He wouldn\'t lnybonybody else do that to him, nobody ever. He
squiggled out from underneath Orin and pulled himself off the floor
standing above the agent. Walking around he sidled to the door, \"You
know you want to be inside of me, and I want you there...\" He
grinned siding his hand down the curve of his front fingers brushing
against himself and then around to the curve of his ass.

\"You have to catch me first...\" The last leg of his teasing was
almost over, Orin could have him as many times as he wanted, where
ever he wanted, but he had to catch him first. He jogged out the
door, moving slowly, this wouldn\'t be much of a fight, he needed the
man badly, but the game made him hot...it was something he had to do.

Orin scrambled to his feet quickly, intent on chasing him down as
quick as possible.

\"When I catch you, I\'m gonna bend you over wherever you are and fuck
you senseless you little chit.\" Orin yelled after him as he tried to
grab the singer as he dashed down the hallway. He made a leap for
him and caught him around the middle, swinging him around so they didn\'t both fall from the force of the impact. He pushed him up
against the wall, front facing the wall as he pressed into him.

\"You would like that wouldn\'t you?\" Orin growled into his ear, his
entire body pressed against Ralph as he forced him against the cool
wall, his cock pressing against his ass.

Ralph squeaked when he hit the wall, the cool feel against him making
him tighten all over, the pressure of himself and the wall
stimulating him more as he continued his little game a slight bit
longer in a futile attempt to break away and run again. He wasn\'t
trying to hard, he did want it, he needed to feel it pressed inside
of him grinding him against the wall. He gasped for air wiggling his
body slightly brushing his buttocks against the tip of the shaft
trying to penetrate him. \"I would like it, oh god I need you.\" He
felt as though his whole body racked in trembles, his legs tight as
he bore down on his heels in an attempt to stay his place for better
balance in the future activities actions.

Orin widened his eyes a bit as Ralph tried to impale himself on his
shaft.

\"I suggest something to, slicken you up a bit, since going raw would
just be suicidal.\" Orin murmured into his ear, as he grabbed both
of the singers wrists, and turned him, frog-marching him down the
hall into the living room. The oils and balms from before were still
sitting on the table. Orin forced Ralph over a chair, his ass up in
the air as he was laid over the arms of it. He grabbed a be ofe of
oil, make sure it wasn\'t something that would sting or burn. He used
it liberally on himself, smearing his shaft and fingers. He moved
slightly, dropping the bottle to the floor ad he laned over the
singer, pressing a finger into him.

\"You like the feel of that? Of me invading you?\" Orin whispered into
his ear. He loved this, talking the way his did to Ralph as they had
sex, it turned him on even more. He moved the tip of his cock to
Ralph\'s ass, moving the finger aside, plunging into him.

\"You enjoy being taken by me don\'t you? Makes you feel wanted,
needed.. Gods!\" Orin groaned as he slid into him, the tightness overwhelming. He dropped his other hand to Ralph\'s cock, stroking
it, smearing the pre-cum at the tip of the shaft str straightened up
a bit, bringing Ralph up with him, as they stood there in the living
room, his cock buried in Ralph\'s ass, as he pumped his hand along
his erection.

\"Fuck! You make this so fucking hot!\"

Ralph gasped throwing his head back as he was penetrated, \"Oh dear
god...\" He normally didn\'t call out much, but being taken like this
he couldn\'t keep his mouth shut. His eyes rolled into the back of
his head and he rode the shaft. Being taller had its advantages he
bent his knees slightly as he grasped the back of the chair for
balance panting loudly with each thrust. As he hear the words riddle
against his ears he nodded, it was true, he needed this; he needed to
feel this lust, this love. It made him feel whole. His neck bowed
he cried out, \"More....augh...\"


A hand slipped down to help grasp his own shaft guiding the agent
over him reverently. His head tossed back again back arched as eachrustrust pinned his prostate to his pin sending tightening chills down
to the core of his very being. His lips parted breathing heavily
through his mouth jutting moans escaping his lips, water and sweat
drenched hair pouring down the middle of his back it a wave of shiny liquorices colored tendrils. He was near exploding taut shining he
whimpered pleadingly in gasps, \"Harder, please...oh..dead sweet
fuck.\"


His body went rigid as he teetered dangerously on edge, biting his
lower lip he pierced the skin sending blood dribbling down his front
is a slow steady stream. This only helped to make him more needy,
the scent of his own blood driving him wide as he forced himself back
harder against the agent\'s cock, his hand locked firmly in place
squeezing himself just moments away from cumming.

\"Gii...hhh.\"

It was something straight from a porn, the two of them dripping with
sweat, Orin thrusting into him as their hands both worked the singers
cock. With a final hard thrust, Orin screamed as he spilled his load
into him, grunting and groaning as it tensed his entire body in
waves.

\"Fucking hell!\" He screamed, his eyes clenching shut as he squeezed
Ralph, and held him tightly down on him. His other hand had reached
up, twisting Ralph\'s head back enough to kiss the side of his lips,
the blood a sweet metallic tang on his lips.

Ralph sat there tight his eyes wild as the blood flowed freely from
his lip. He breath came out in hard deep gasps his free hand full of
his own cum as the other gripped the chair violently. He twisted his
bendable frame a little bit further to kiss Orin more firmly on the
lips. He twisted back quickly and rested his head against the chair
bent over legs twitching beneath him. He watched ambivalently as
blood pooled beneath him. He didn\'t say a single word he was too
enamored with the slick red puddle beneath him.


Orin sighed as he leaned against him, eyes closed.

\"I love you.\" He whispered, kissing the back of his neck. He straightened up, carefully pulling out, and allowing Ralph to stand
up straighter. Then he noticed the blood on the floor.

\"Ralph... Are you bleeding again? Where are you bleeding from?\" Orin
asked him, a tinge of panic rising in his voice.

Ralph remained bent starting at the puddle before straightening up
and turning to face Orin. Pointing to his lip he mutter\"Bi\"Bit it,
no big deal...I just bleed a lot.\" He swiped his hair back off his
face and grabbed Orin by the hand pulling them both back to the
bathroom. \"Hehe, maybe we should take separates.\" With that he
wandered off to allow the agent time to clean up.

He was a mess and he knew it wandering to the kitchen he maneuvered
back to the pool of blood and cleaned up the mess Tossing the towel
aside he turned to return to the bathroom in hopes that the agent had
completed his bathing. He plopped down on the floor mat, and found a
towel to wipe his face off with. The blood had started to slow down,
and started to dry on his skin like so much something else.

Orin took a quick shower, enough to wash himself off. He was relived
that he hadn\'t hurt Ralph, but it did mildly concern him that he
bled so much when he did get hurt. As he stepped out of the shower,
he noticed Ralph sitting on the floor.

\"Hey lo" Or" Orin smiled at him, no knowing what else to really say.

\"Shower is all yours now.\" He left the bathroom, slipping out the
door and into the bedroom. Rummaging through the closet, he pulled
out a pair of cotton pj pants, slipping them on. He then wandered
back into the study, selecting a book from the shelf, before
plopping into a red leather chair to read for a bit. He didn\'t read
very often, not as much as he used to when he was younger, but he
did enjoy it from time to time.

Ralph sidled his way into the shower, finding a bar of soap he washed
up. Removing every bit of tha that marred his form he stood beneath
the hot spray idling from one foot to the other and back again. He
felt so elated, idn\idn\'t know if he felt bad about teasing Orin like
that...wait no he didn\'t feel bad. He adored the rise he got out of
the man...it made him feel so worthwhile. He really didn\'t ever feel
that way, not when he was with the agent.

He hummed to himself softly simply standing there taking his time,
and then singing a song about this and that nothing in particular just
what came to his head. It was total stream of consciousness, a song
about birds, and then about sleeping. He had been done cleaning
himself for quite some time. Now he just stood there loosing track
of time back absorbing the heat of the spray.

Orin could hear Ralph singing in the bathroom as he cleaned up, so
he didn\'t really worry when he took so long. Sometimes he himself
spend extended periods of time in the bath. He continued reading his
book some more, waiting for Ralph.

\"You are going to wrinkle up and wash away if you stay in there much
longer.\" Orin called to him.

Ralph sighed and turned the faucet off, standing still a second he
stared at this feet watching the water swirl endlessly down the
drain. Water never stopped being water. \'Water will always be
itself.\' He stepped out and found a towel, drying himself off
quickly he hopped out and strutted out and over to where Orin was
resting. His face was melancholy but did not tell of a deep sadness
just of a long worn tiredness.


Placing a hand upon the agent\'s knee he trailed his finger from side
to side over the skin. \"What are you reading dear Mr. Leland?\" His
free hand combed through his hair removing tangles slowly.

Orin closed the book and looked up at the singer.

\"The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. A very old book, amazing that
through all these years they still print it.\" Orin told him.


\"One of my favorites, you ought to read it sometime, though it\'s an
undertaking, very long. But good.\" He told him, setting the book
aside, pulling the singer into his lap. They sat there, Orin idly moving his hands across Ralph\'s skin,
tracing small circles into his
arm as the singer was laying partly across his lap and partly
against him. Orin reached over to the table where he had set the
book, pulling out a pack of Ralph\'s clove cigarettes, handing him
one as he took one for himself, lighting it and taking a long drag
off of it as he stared off into space.


\"Perfect.\" Orin said, thinking of the moment, pure relaxation being
comfortable and safe, curled up with his love.

To say Ralph devoured the cigarette in a matter of moments is an
understatement. He sucked that puppy straight down to the ends and
held the smoke there for a second letting it do its damage before he
allowed it to snake out of his nostrils in a snaking slow
fashion. \"Never hear of it, drones aren\'t allow books so much of the
time, imagination bad.\" He chuckled and fished around for another
cigarette and lit it up this time taking his time as he sucked it
down slowly resting against Orin\'s shoulder and staring blankly into
space.

His mind was numb, maybe it was too much euphoria at once, sometimes
the mind revolted when it was too happy and set out to knock it down,
though he was good and well enough to not say much about it. Not
like anyone had died, his brain was just back lashing, and he was
tired. Curling up and little closer he dozed, not paying any mind to
the fact that Orin had told him earlier that he couldn\'t just sleep
anywhere.

\"Come on love, You look tired, I\'m tired. Let\'s go to bed, we have a
big day tomorrow.\" Orin said and he prodded him to get up. He
finished the cigarette quickly, stubbing it out as he stood up,
taking Ralph with him as they both walked down the hall towards the bedroom. Orin stripped off the pj bottoms before he slid into bed,
curling up under the covered, wrapping himself around Ralph. It
wasn\'t long before he was asleep.

Ralph was out like a light, there was lit litanyoanyone could have
done to keep him awake at this point. His brain was mush...a sloggy
pile of addled nonsense. He was in such dire need of sleep that he
barely dreamed. Only the red light floated ambiguously on the
horizon as he cobbled along the streets of Zaigou looking for no one in particular. It wasn\'t a soothing dream, it felt more like real
life. \'how stupid\'

He rolled around slightly and pulled himself closer to Orin, resting
his head on an arm. He didn\'t want to have to get up ever. Life was
so wonderfully right at the moment, ruining it with being conscious
seemed blasphemous.

How he hated the blasphemy of it all.