Bokukei ~ Zaigou City ~ ARC

AN: Since I hate notes, I\'ll try to keep this short.
Boukukei was started as a Role Playing Story, each person writing is in charge of certain characters and will only write those characters. Interaction jumps between \'posts\' so style of writing can sometimes change a bit.

Each chapter is a day, but it may have taken a month to write since this was a project back and forth over the internet. This sometimes makes for long chapters.

The rating applies to the ENTIRE story and may not reflect the content of the \'ARC\'.. the ARC is sort of a chapter of the overall story and each chapter is actually a sub-chapter... 

Writers: Orin Leland and SaturnineUnicorn

 ~

Orin was sitting on the roof, his favorite place to sit and think at
night. He had a glass of rum and coke in his hand, sipping on it
occasionally. He was staring at the sky.

\"Grey as always. Same old grey.\" he mumbled to himself. He was alone
as usual. Not like anyone other than Ralph ever came to visit him.
His friend had gone home hours ago.


\'Friend..\' he thought to himself. \'Nothing more than a friend, it\'s
how it will always be, and I\'ll always just sit here alone.\' He
pulled out a small comm device and punched a few numbers in, while
still keeping a hand on his drink.

\"Hey.\" He spoke into the small microphone. \"I\'m having a few drinks?
Want to join me?\" He asked his friend, praying he would just come
stay with him for awhile, so he didn\'t have to sit here alone like
he always did.

Ralph blinked dully down at the com, which was mumbling at him from
the pocket of a coat he had discarded on the floor. He was lying in
bed face down staring at the wall beside him, half asleep. He slept
a lot when he could, made him feel better let him forget what was
going on around him, and inside of him. Rolling on to the floor he
shuffled over to snatch up the com that was making
sound...\"Meh..Orin? Come over?\"

He subconsciously turned red in the ears and he really didn\'t even
know why. \"uh...sure...let me get dressed..be over in a second.\" He
clicked off the com and spun around to look into the mirror. He warinkrinkled..that was for sure, and needed to change desperately to at
least look...presentable. Running to change quickly into something
simple for Ralph....which would be a plain black suit that made him
look at lot like a towheaded mortician. Checking the mirror again he
made sure that he was presentable and ran downstairs.

The walk to Orin\'s apartment was a pleasant one, his brain was still
cluttered in the malaise of sleep, so thoughts came to him in wistful
blurs as he passed the lingering people in the streets. He had gone
through two cigarettes before he arrived at Orin\'s place and chucking
upstairs to where the agent was he buzzed through the door chomping
on what would be his third smoke. The wind blew his hair and he made
a half assed attempt to keep it from becoming disheveled, \"Why the
hell do you sit up here...this fucking sky is so fucking gloomy.\"

\"I like it up here. It\'s peaceful.\" Orin told him and motioned to
the bottle of rum he had brought up.

\"Help yourself, sorry I don\'t have tequila, but I don\'t want you
getting so piss drunk that you accidentafallfall off the roof.\" Orin
chuckled. He was glad that Ralph was here. Whenever he was around,
he didn\'t feel so sad. He felt almost normal.

\"I didn\'t wake you did I?\" Orin asked him, looking down at his
drink. He wondered idly why the glass was almost empty, he had just
poured himself a drink 5 minutes ago. He sighed.

Ralph shrugged and wandered over to procure some rum. \"I\'m always
sleeping, doesn\'t matter I should have been awake...or summat.\" He
stared darkly at the sky above them, \"You ever wonder why it is
always gray like that...its late and it is still all grey...I haven\'t
ever seen the stars...or the sun for that matter.\" He pulled down
the edges of his coat and sat down next to Orin.

\"Have you ever?\" He took a long slug from the glass, and released
his breath through his nose, \"Ever seen the sky?\" He chewed his
fo
for a second staring at Orin\'s forehead, \"I mean you are OLDER than
me Mr. Leland, maybe there was sky before I was born.\" He snickered
and started dragging from the glass again, \"Or maybe I just wasn\'t
paying enough attention one day.\"

\"No, but I know it\'s up there. And what do you mean by me being
older? I\'m only two years older than you, you little git.\" Orin
wanted to shove him, but he didn\'t. he poured himself another glass,
straight rum this time, he was out of coke. It should have been a
slightly bitter taste when he took a sip, but apparently he already
had enough alcohol in him that he didn\'t notice it.

\"Thanks for coming over.\"

Ralph snorted, \"No problwas was kinda just thinking to myself
anyway...good to get out of the head every so often...\" He mumbled
something under his breath and took another swig before he stood up
to stretch. \"Still kinda sleepy, and sore from that concert the
other night, you know jumping around like a psychopath required
massive training I have come to discover...they did not cover that in
janitor school.\"

He must have been a little sauced up to be throwing around the J word
ssilysily. He sauntered over to Orin and nudged him, \"Hey Hey two
years is a long time, lots of shit can happen in two years...hell
lots of stuff can happen in a matter of moments...\" He threw his
arms behind his head and goose-stepped in a little circle, \"You sure
to space out up here a lot, why\'s that?

\"I just do. Reminds me of flying. Tind,ind, the height.\" he smiled, remembering the look of shock on Ralph\'s face the one day he had
shown him his \'tattoo\' on his back. It wasn\'t something he could
really explain, so he didn\'t show that many people, only those he trusted. But since he was 17, Ralph had been the only one he ever
trusted enough.

\"I\'m going back down ok? I\'m tired of the same old grey sky.\" he
stood up and turned to drag Ralph downstairs with him, but he hadn\'t
realized he was so close when he had turned and bumped straight into
him. He grabbed Ralph to try and steady himself and keep them both
from tumbling over.

Ralph would never admit it but he was afraid of heights....desperately
afraid...he just hid it well. He wrapped his arms tightly about
Orin\'s torso and pressed his head against the agents as he felt like
he was about to topple from the building. \"GAH!\" He squeezed his
eyes shut and threw them in the opposite direction they were falling,
sending them both toppling to the floor. Rolling away from Orin he
curled into a ball and stared at the agent with wide eyes.


\"Falling would have been unpleasant...unless you could really fly
with those wings.\" He panted for breath, his hair a mess in front of
his eyes. He remained like this for a moment, while his mind mulled
over the fact he was now covered in rum anke. ke. \'piss\'

\"Why do you think I like heights? I jusn\'tn\'t do it here, too many
people in the city.\" Orin slowly got back to his feet.

\"Come on, let\'s get cleaned up, I don\'t feel like wearing alcohol
all night.\" Orin pulled Ralph to his feet and turned to the door,
trying hard to forget what it felt like to have his arms around fri friend.

\'Stop it, your job is to keep him safe, even if it\'s from yourself.\'
He thought to himself as he descended the stairs into his apartment.
He tugged his shirt off, throwing it into a hamper in the bathroom
as he passed it on the way to the linen closet. He pulled out a few
towels, and tossed a few to Ralph.

\"Here.. I\'m uh... going to clean up.\" He shouldn\'t had taken his
shirt off like that, he felt oddly exposed, which was a rare thing
for him. He figured it had something to do with all the rum in his
system.

Ralph stared for a moment, just stared. It was a moment before he
realized what he was doing tur turned around quickly red in the
face. He looked down at his coat buttons quietly before he started
fiddling with them. He had placed the towels over his head to hide
his face...he could probably pass off the red color that distorted it
as the liquor. Slipping off the coat he tossed it a side and check
his shirt for any alcohol. None he could see so he rubbed out the wetness in his hair.


\"You mean you can fly...\" He tried to sound sardonic but in reality
hdn\'dn\'t doubt it...Orin made him feel strange...that strangeness
could be explained off as perhaps Orin wasn\'t all he seemed to
be...this thought hit him hard turning around fast he looked Orin in
the eye, his face was still flushed \"Why would you be able to fly
anyway...\"

Orin froze when he turned around so suddenly.

\"It\'s more like gliding... but I don\'t know, my parents, they weren\'t very forthcoming on that subject.\" Orin started towarde coe couch,
brushing past Ralph, but stopping and turning to him suddenly,
looking him in the eyes.

\"Ralph... I... I.. Um.. never mind.. forget it.\" Orin tried to say
something, but for some reason, couldn\'t get it past his lips. He
almost started to turn towards the couch again, but somewhere he
summoned up courage and turning back to him again, leaned into
Ralph, placing his hands on Ralph\'s arms and kissed him full on the
lips.

Ralph didn\'t know what to do...something seized his middle his guts
were squirming around like snakes. This was not at all expected;
this had been the last thing he had expected. Maybe because he
couldn\'t believe that Orin would...would...he twitched in Orin\'s arms
almost in a strange tourettes way convulsing as if fighting with
himself. His hand were hot, as was his face. This was making his
heart jitter uncontrollably in his chest.

Yet he didn\'t pull away, he simply stoodre ere eyes wide, glassy in
disbelief. And as the moment continued his hands went from his sides
to linger onto Orin\'s back to rest their. He felt as though the heat
of those hands would burn holes in the agent\'s back, they felt like
they were on fire. Glancing them down to rest at Orin\'s waist he
pulled away and took a stumbling step back, his cheeks red with color
he started running his hand through his hair nervously.

He didn\'t know what to say...it was like all his feelings as fallen
in on him and crushed him all at once. His heart soared yet he was
afraid...this wasn\'t right this wasn\'t what he was used to....a
drone\'s s in in like was to work and breed...not have a choice...not
to love...but there it was right there. Orin...the only other person
he had known who knew he had feelings, just likeIlluIlluminati, or
even a criminal.

Sure, he liked girls. He liked them a lot but all those drooling
fans...they didn\'t know him like Orin did....and all he could do was
stand there like a jittery idiot...\"I...uh...I....\" He continued to
brush his fingers through his hair repeatedly...he had wanted
this...he knew he had but..he just...couldn\'t believe Orin did...he\'d
just suspected the agent\'s mind had always been somewhere else.

\"Gods..\" Orin said, covering his mouth with his hand, turning red.
He hadn\'t meant to do that, he wanted it yes, but he hadn\'t ever
wanted to do anything to push Ralph away from him.

\"I\'m sorry... if that was... I...\" Orin stumbled over the words,
trying to express himself, but failing miserably. He wanted to kiss
him again, it felt so right, but he didn\'t know how Ralph felt. He
stood there, staring at the floor.

\"If you don\'t want this... say so. Please. Just say something.\" He
told him, never moving his eyes from the floor, afraid of the answer.

He held his arm over his mouth for a moment and bit into the fabric
of his shirt...He couldn\'t believe what Orin had just said, he
couldn\'t believe...it was like...euphoria. Turning around quickly he
put his hands in his face mulling over things, he was getting
nauseous but the nausea was excitement more than anything else. He
couldn\'t control his feelings, he was happy one second and then the
other mad..some strange madness that lived in the back of his brain.
Something that kept whisper...\'nononono.\' it was the remnants of the
brainwashing drones went through from birth.

Over and over and over again, it told him no. They told him no, his
mother said no, everyone had always told him no. This was wrong to
them. It should have been wrong to him, this was his problem...no
matter how dull and boring his life had been before Orin had met him,
it had always been plagued with that brainwashing. That was why the
life was a boring one...it was made to be that way...and here he was
breaking through another wall. `The Wall\' A wall that kept him from
really doing anything about his love...this strange beast that sat
curled in the back of his brain sleeping.

\"I...don\'t...know...\" He said it like he was in a trance....he
wanted to say yes, he wanted to turn and rush right back to Orin and
hide from himself in the agent\'s arms..yet the programming held him
back, and he had the greatest urge to jump from somewhere high and
fail to fly. `What\'s wrong with me why am I like this, I don\'t want
to run away but why am I not doing anything!?\' with that though he
looked wild eyed from Orin to the bathroom and split into a run.


He hit the toilet with a force so strong that if his vomit had been
something more solid than a liquid it would have split the bowl in
two. He felt sick, felt bad, he felt love...it hurt.

[ooc: AHAHhaha....we all feel bad for born drones now don\'t we?]

Orin felt crushed, like his heart had cracked in two. He listened to
the sound of Ralph vomiting in the toilet dully, his ears ringing.
He stumbled backwards blindly to the couch, hitting his legs on the
table and the couch, before falling to the couch. He had fucked up.
He really fucked it up now. He felt like crying, but everything was
numb.

\'I shouldn\'t have.. I messed up.. I\'m a failure at everything..
Always to be alone..\' He sat there in the dimly lit room, frozen in
a state of shock, anguished.

He held the edge of the toilet the vomiting had stopped but his
heart hurt painfully. It was a lonesome aching that had grown over
the twenty-eight years that he had existed. He bit savagely into his
bottom lip and dribbled blood into the toilet in an attempt to
prevent the tears from welling up in his eyes. How it hurt, how much
it hurt. It was like with that kiss some strange fog of denial had
been burned off. His head hurt so bad, and he sensed that he hand
just done the tango on Orin\'s heart.

He sat there sniffling in the toilet, the contents becoming a strange
bloody color from the wound in his lip. He was lost, he couldn\'t see
anything. \"Orin?!\" His voiced cracked and he called out to the
agent, the dark spots in front of his eyes making the pain in his
forehead grow more and more intense. \"Ori..?\" the last call was cut
short by sob that forced him to lay his head on the side of the
toilet.

He didn\'t want to do this to Orin. He didn\'t want to play games with
his heart...

\"I\'m here.\" Orin got up and walked into the bathroom where Ralph was
laying his head on the side of the toilet. Being careful not to pay
close attention to the contents of the toilet, lest he lose his own
guts, he flushed the toilet. He picked up a towel and sat down on
the floor next to him, pressing the towel to him.


\"Here, it\'s ok. It\'s fine. Everything is fine ok?\" Orin wanted to
cry now, his guts felt like they were being ripped from him, his
heart hammering in his chest. He rested his head against Ralph\'s
shoulder and placed a hand on his back, but made no further move
towards him. He just wanted this moment if that was all he was to
have.

Ralph didn\'t make a move. He just let the blood and tears ooze from
his face as though they were nothing. As long as he didn\'t say
anything as long as he didn\'t think anything he was ok, and there he
was with Orin right there. He felt so foolish. He felt like the
agent would think he was playing some horrible torturous game with
his feelings. He sniffled and tried to sit up, though his head felt
as though it weighed a thousand pounds and he toppled forward into
Orin\'s lap.

He just rest his head there for a minute staring up at Orin\'s
face. \"I...\" he finally managed to mutter, a half smile on his face
though his head pounded mercilessly. \"I can\'t say...it hurts...it
makes me hurt...I don\'t know why...but...\" He coughed and rolled
over quickly and sat up he wiped his lips free from blood to place a
light kiss on Orin\'s before jolting away suddenly. It sent strange
chills down his spine, he put his head in his hands again and flopped
to the floor.

"Argh, my brain is going to fall out Orin, I want to say it but every time I try my head feels like it is about to fall off.\"

He froze in the fetal position, \"Orin.\"

He didn\'t hate him, he wasn\'t disgusted by him. That thought ran
through Orin head over and over again. He remembered a long time
ago, learning a little about the treatment drones got, about being
conditioned to breed. That\'s what this was, his reaction, it went
against all the conditioning he\'d been raised with, it wasn\'t his
fault.

\"Shhh, it\'s ok. I know.\" Orin whispered to Ralph, kneeling next to
him, holding him and trying to soothe away the pain and tears.

Ralph stared at Orin with wild confused eyes. He knew what his
problem was, it was obvious. Though he never had thought that it
would hurt so much. Was thhat hat love was, pain? That would make
sense Illuminati enjoyed making others suffer maybe they fancied
making themselves suffer too maybe this was normal...maybe Orin was
feeling the same thing at this very moment.


He felt foolish at the thought. He knew it wasn\'t true...no way love
could be such a horrible thing. Maybe. He\'d never really felt this
way about someone before, ever. He scooted a little closer to put
his head on the agent\'s knee, his hair hiding his face and he
meandered his hand around looking for the towel to hide his face in
and to wipe away the blood.

His head still retained a dull throb but it was improving, keeping
his eyes shut helped. He hoped that maybe this was just a first time
only thing that it would get easy after a while. He wanted it to get
easier over time. The need to touch Orin was great, not in the
normal way where he pulled his hair and pushed him a little, that had
just been playful flirting...he could get away with that...he wanted
to hold him. Make him feel as protected and safe as the agent did
for him.

But here he was, a fetal mass on the floor, drooling blood on the
knees of the own who pulled him out of the gutter. There he was
making such an utter fool of himself. He sidled up to layback down
in Orin\'s lap, and began to run his hands through his hair
nervously. \"I\'m sorry...\" He faced the agent with shuteyes, \"I
think...I dunno...\" His ears hurt to the point where he was sure
they were bleeding, \"I think you might have caught me surprise, that
is all.\"

Orin pulled Ralph up into a hug, holding him there in a tight
embrace.

\"It\'s ok, nothing to be sorry about. I think I really surprised
myself too. It just... I.. I saw so mush of myself sometimes in you
when I first met you, I didn\'t ever want to hurt you like I\'ve been
hurt. I never want to hurt you, if it ever comes to the point where
I have to be hurt to keep you from being hurt, then so be it.
Understand?\" Orin brushed his hand through Ralph\'s hair, smoothing
it down and pushing out of his eyes.

He didn\'t quite know how to react to that...it wasn\'t fair. He felt
like throwing a small tantrum right there but he stopped himself. He
could not believe that this was the way his brain would react all the
time. \"I understand, but .." In a rush of emotions he threw his
arms around Orin\'s neck to hide in the crook, his warm breath
reflecting off the agent\'s skin as he muttered, \"It doesn\'t hurt that
bad.\" He was lying though, it hurt like sin. Maybe it was the
alcohol that was doing it maybe it was making it worse.

He ran his hands down the agent\'s spine they were hot and dry as he
just leaned there thinking. Thinking of ways to work around the mind
numbing pain that settled at the back of his head. One hand remained
affixed softly at Orin\'s waist as he started rummaging through his
pants pocket in the hopes of finding his cigarettes. That would
help...or maybe at least distract him enough collect his thoughts.


His hand stopped mid-pocket shuffle. \"No cigarettes....must be in
the coat pocket....\" he sighed and tried to stand up, his legs were
weak from shock up though he managed to rise. Offering a hand to
Orin, \"I think I am ok now...help me back to the living room...I need
to smoke.\" He fought the urge standing there looking at the
reflection of the light halo\'d in Orin\'s hair, he fought the urge to
melt back onto the floor aold old him there...his ears rung as he
thought about it, as he thought about that kiss.

How he wanted that again. His pale blue eyes were dim and shadowed,
reflecting how he ached from within, and then his mind idled to
toilet cleaning and mopping, same old brainwashing...it could be
broken...Criminals broke it all the time...he just had to figure out
how to do it.

\"Ok.\" He got up off the floor and helped Ralph into the living room.
He sat down on the couch again and just watched Ralph, his grey eyes
wide. This was the most interesting night in his entire life. He had
never dared to even dream about this, and although they were having
their bumps, everything would all turn out ok in the end he figured.

\"Want something to drink? I want some tea..\" Orin asked and he got
up and ambled towards to kitchen.

\"I guess you\'ll want something to get that taste out of your mouth..\"

Ralph felt a better. He was very thirsty...vomiting, crying and
bleeding had the tendency to dry someone out. Wobbling over to where
he had thrown his coat he rummaged through the pockets and pulled out
a mentholated cigarette. \"Hello you beautiful cancerous stick of
relief.\" With that he jammed it into his mouth and lit up, assuming
the perching position on the armrest of the couch he watched Orin
from afar.

It wasn\'t just an emotional thing when it came to being attracted to
the man. He was something to watch, a strange grace and energy was
about him...mirrored his languid lazy behavior in such an ugly
light. All he really knew was working and sleeping but Orin had
provided so much more to him...\"Or..Orin...how long....\" He made
strange gestures with his hands, elbows resting on his knees. He
Lost his balance for a second but caught himself before he clattered
to the floor.

\"You know...\"

Orin handed him a glass of water as he sipped on his own glass of
iced tea.

\"How long? I don\'t understand what you mean..\" His expression was
puzzled, his eyes slowly turning a shade of blue in the dim
light. \'How Long\' could cover a variety of questions... with a variety of different answers.

Ralph\'s face went deadpan. He didn\'t know how to express what he
meant in so many words. Motioning to Orin and to himself he lost his
balance and fell to the couch. \"Remind me to not perch while having
my brain ripped out.\" He laid there a half smile on his face, hair
recklessly back in his eyes, pushing it back he mumbled, \"Also
remind me to get a hair cut.\" He lay on his side a moment before
getting up and taking the glass from Orin...\"Thanks...\" and with one
massive gulp he downed the water turned around and flopped back down
on the couch.

He placed the glass on top of his head and attempted to balance it.
Up to his old tricks of hiding his feelings with being silly. Though
his eyes were still meaningful, he hoped that maybe Orin had gotten
his drift.

[ooc: feeling hiding bastard...Orin should kick his ass.]

\"See there you little loon, now that\'s what makes me like you so
much.\" Orin smiled as he sat down on the couch next to him, setting
his glass on the table before he wrapped and arm around Ralph and
rested head against his shoulder.

\"I... I think.. I did ever since I met you...\" Orin said.

The cup was on the table.


And Orin was close. A strange smile played upon Ralph\'s lips. He
could have dealt with the fact Orin had....taken a liking to him
after he had become Swan. Though to know that he....

Even if he was a janitor mopping floors...

He was so different then...no so much different as he was drained
emotionally. There wasn\'t much too him back then that wasn\'t hidden
underneath a fog of dronish brainwashing. `Work work work no play
who needs play?\' That was his life.


He chuckled and rolled his shoulder slightly, trying the crack the
joint. He would have to admit, that the truth was same for him. He
hadn\'t even spoken to Orin, but had seen him, and the man was giving
him sacrilegious feelings from afar. \"Well I...\" He shut up quickly
he didn\'t know if he wanted to admit something spooky like that...how
could somebody feel that way without at least knowing the
person...especially a drone.

That might come off as a little insulting...having a drone watch you
from afar from behind a mop and bucket. Just a dirty man who
probably needed to pay more attention to shaving than he did, with
greasy pulled back left uncut and raggedy...humming a tune as he
pushed his way down the hall of various Euphonic buildings.


He sighed the glum expression on his face apparent. He suddenly felt
like a freak.


\"Orin I...\" he scratched at the scruff on his chin for a moment,
admitting things and revealing thoughts was not what he did
best. \"Did you ever notice me before we actually...met?\"

He turned it around into a question for Orin...maybe he could admit
that he had eyed the agent before they had said anything if he had at
least been noticed....

`damn this is hard....\' being clammed up all his life really didn\'t
make this easy.

[ooc: ahaha...it IS a message in a bottle]

\"I had always seen you around, always humming a tune as you cleaned.
I admired that in you, you were there at the bottom of the barrel,
no real hope in life, but you could still sit there and hum a tune.
Not even I could do that when my life was at it\'s worst... I\'d just
crawl into my head and hope it went away.\" Orin fidgeted with his
hands.

\"I guess I put on a good show huh? Of acting like nothing matters.\"
Orin sighed.

Ralph grabbed Orin\'s hands, running a finger over their edge before
simply...holding one of his fingers, \"You didn\'t seem that bad,
seemed better off than me....I swear they give us...I mean drones
drugs in their food...like hell...everything is like a fog..I don\'t
know if you ever got that when you were scrapping bottom...\" He bit
his lip suddenly not quite sure if he should be talking about
something like that with Orin.


\"I\'m sorry....\" He lowered his head, suddenly he felt really bad for
Orin. No matter how much he had detested being a drone, Orin must
have found it a thousand times more painful. \"When I was a drone,
sometimes I would wait for you...I don\'t know why.\" He really didn\'t
he was just compelled to stand around on days that he knew Orin had
been called into the building. He got in more trouble that way.

He started running his hand through his hair again. \"God I am a
freak.\"

\"I got where I was by scraping my wack ack up. I was lucky. I had
abilities they needed...\" It took a moment for the last bit that
Ralph had said to sink into his head, when it did, he raised his
head to look him in the eyes.

\"You... waited? Why?\" Orin asked him, incredulous. He knew he had
seen Ralph around for months, listening to him hum while he worked,
occasionally singing. Orin had finally talked with one of the
producers, asking a few questions about how likely it was to have a drone as an Idol Star. He wanted to share that voice with the world.
but to find out that the very same voice waited for him... he was
dumbstruck by that.

Ralph blushed a horrible red color. This was embarrassing and
normally in a moment like this he would hide his feelings somewhere
and become a great jerk. That was the way he would protect himself
from this sort of thing naturally. Though he swallowed it down like
a bitter pill and straightened himself up to sit at his full
he. \". \"I don\'t know, I was just compelled to wait for you....I saw
you once, and well...\" He coughed into his hand, a cough that
was, \"I thought you were pretty.\" And then he stared adamantly at
the glass on the table.

That was perhaps the most open he had been in his entire life, and as
his ears starting burning. He wished he could shrink and hide inside
of his shirt somewhere. His head had a dull ache but for the most
part the initial attack was over. Maybe that was all he
needed, `Yaaaaaah a jolt to the system....now I am fine....\' He
turned to face bet better in the seat. `This is good this is fine,
there is nothing at all wrong with this.\' He kept it up like a mantra
preventing the no\'s from ringing in his head.

Orin stared at him, wanting for all the world to kiss him. He
reached up a hand, caressing Ralph\'s face with the backs of his
fingers, letting them trail back into his hair, before stroking him
again. His own heart was in his throat somewhere, thundering away
while his stomach churned into a funny knot. He felt like all his
skin was on fire, he wanted to feel the touch of skin on skin.
Somewhere in the back of his head, he couldn\'t believe this, him,
sitting in just trousers on his couch with his only friend and
client, Idol Star of Zaigou City, who had just confessed that he
thought he was beautiful and waited for him.

\"Gods..\" he choked out, leaning towards Ralph, wanting to take his
lips into his own, but something made him pause inches from his lips.

\"If this is what you want... if you want this... us... then take
this moment... please..\"

Breath came to him in short deep gasps. There he was so very close.
His head started to hurt badly, but it wasn\'t such a shock as
before. He didn\'t give himself time to think, maybe if he just
didn\'t think this would be ok. Launching himself forward with no
warning he pressed his mouth against Orin\'s bowling them over onto
the couch. He didn\'t kiss with his eyes closed, stared at him
watching for what his reaction was, hopefully he didn\'t come on too
strong...but that was the only way he could do it...before thinking.


He was burning up, this was terribly scary, and for one hypertensive
moment he was afraid he would do something stupid like puke in the
agent\'s mouth. And within that moment he realized he wasn\'t sure
what exactly he was doing. So he did what he felt was natural. His
hands remained at Orin\'s shoulders very briefly, before the sidled
down to find his hands. Entangling his fingers in the agent\'s he
finally squeezed his eyes shut as the hurt in his head started taking
a hold.

He attempted to not let this be seen. He didn\'t want to stop he
wasn\'t going to stop. One hand rose to run through Orin\'s hair
repeatedly as he eased in closer, though not too close.was was a
strange game of balances, anything too fast could hurt Orin, could
cause foul reactions, while movino slo slow let his brain get the
better of him. He parted from the agent\'s lips a moment before
hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

Ralph lighted a few kisses upon the arch of his neck before moving
his mouth to the agent\'s ear his words came to him in hot nearly
panting gasps, \"Orin Leland, I have wanted this...since before I
even knew you.\"

It was like he was finally alive. He had been dead inside all these
years, and now Ralph had come alone and opened him up and made him
live, with just a few kisses and some whispered words. He griped
Ralph\'s hand in his own, never wanting to let go. Bringing their
entwined hands up to his lips and kissed his hand.

\"I love you, you know and I\'m never ever going to let you go.\"

Ralph came to the realization at some point that his tie was choking
the life out of him. Sitting up slightly he worked it off and tossed
it aside, then proceeded to roll over to lay along the edge of the
couch nestling his head back in the nook of Orin\'s neck. His nimble
fingers moved to trace over the ridge of the agent\'s collarbone, back
and forth repeatedly as he fought against the aching in his skull.
Only a minor twitch every so often gave away any sign that he might
have been in pain.

Though the euphoria made it better....the euphoria of being
there..and not being shunned away.

He flexed the muscles in backback for second before pushing himself
up onto his elbow, head supported by his hand as he started languidly
into Orin\'s eyes. A nearly feline smile played across his lips
before he ducked to kiss the man more softly, and with less urgency
than the previous. The angle of his head sent his hair down to brush
over Orin\'s face, and the hand which wasn\'t free slipped down the
agent\'s side to slip under the waistband of his pants and rest on his
hip quietly. He used the hand supporting his head to brush back his
hair quickly, just incase it was a bother.

He had more questions, but he didn\'t feel like ruining the serenity
of the moment, he was going to take it while his brain seemed to be
recouping and he was able to think on his own without having to
listen to the voice tell him no.

He couldn\'t take this. He wanted to feel the singer touch him
everywhere, his touch was like electric fire on his bare skin. He
moved one hand to wrap around Ralph\'s waist while his other hand
reached towards his hair and face, pulling the singer towards him,
kissing his lips. The softness was like heaven to him. Breathing
through his nose, he deepened the kiss, parting his lips and urging
Ralph on my running his tongue over the others lips, he wanted to
know what heaven tasted like. Shifting slightly, he managed to lay beneath Ralph, the singer partly on top of him, one of his own legs
between the singers.

Ralph snorted he knew he was being torturously slow, and he really
didn\'t know why. He was just compelled to do so, just as much as
Orin didn\'t want to hurt him, he did not want to hurt Orin. Though
here he was, the mild urgings of the agent caused him to part his own
lips and let the tongue slip inside; he crushes his face close to the
agent\'s his hand meandering even farther past the waistband as he
felt the shift. He rearranged himself, settling more comfortably
between Orin\'s legs.

His ears were ringing to the point where he couldn\'t hear a thing.
And so if there were any noises he would be deaf to them. He parted
from the lips and moved along the jaw line, traipsing down the edge
onto the neck. It wasn\'t so much of a kissing as it was a sort of
needful suckling, the taste of the agents skin on his tongue sending
a strange wave of pleasure on through his spine as he went lower,
hands brushing quietly over to find the button of the agent\'s pants
and fumbling it undone with a nervous hand.

He pondered over what he was doing, it was odd and foreign, and
truthfully he never thought about things like that...which might have
made him a little odd. He just sat there posed for a minute floating
intolerably above the agent\'s heated skin his hand pawing gently
about the waistband as he snuffled for a second and went back to
tasting the flesh. He wanted to bite, not hard but just a little,
and so he nibbled casting a curious eye up at Orin\'s face. Brushing
the hair out of his eyes a strange grin crossed he face before the
stooped to fondle a nipple with his teeth, flicking it lightly with
his tongue.

This was wrong for a drone, he he didn\'t care. All he really cared
about what that this was what Orin wanted.

Orin sucked in a breath sharply, hissing as Ralph began nibbling on
him. The hand that was on the singers back bunched the shirt,
tugging it up, trying to get it off him. Untangling his fingers from
the singers hair, he moved to start unbuttoning his shirt, pushing
it off his shoulders. He felt like he was on fire, his pulse racing
and his hands trembling a bit as he ran them over Ralph\'s bare skin.
This needed to be moved to the bedroom he thought suddenly, if they
were to go any further. Ralph had already gotten his trousers
unbuttoned. He started to sit up a bit, his hands on the singers
sides, pulling him with him, trying to indicate his desires without
vocalizing them.

Ralph was so focused on what he was doing he didn\'t even notice that
Orin had sat up slightly, or that his shirt was coming undone. The
only reason he stopped and looked up was because of the sudden chill
that ran through his spine. He looked at Orin sheepishly, and then
down to the half unbutton shirt that dangled at his waist. He felt
strange and vulnerable right there in front of the agent. He was
used to hiding himself, under a massive amount of clothing. The fans
seemed to like it; he could make them enjoy a show without having to
reveal any skin. That came off as an accomplishment.


He folded his arms over himself qui, he, he suddenly felt a horrible
dropping feeling in his stomach but he tried to pass it off with a
smile. He was attempting to hide a long silvery pink scar that ran
across his chest to no avail, and before Orin could really say
anything he shrugged the shirt back up and took the agent by the hand
to trail him back to the bedroom.


He toppled over onto the bed with a whump pulling Orin down with
him. He stared into those eyes a moment. He felt like such a
horrible fucked up freak, but it didn\'t matter Orin made his heart
seize, and it didn\'t matter...as long as the agent could forgive him.

For what he had done.

[ooc: Ahhaha...the scar needed to be there, cause man....Ralph
wouldn\'t be Ralph without that scar. eiehehe the lyrics.]

\"Don\'t hide them.\" Orin told him as he bent his head to Ralph\'s
chest and kissed the scar, moving along to trace it with his lips.

\"I like scars, they make us who we are.\" Orin wondered for a moment
how Ralph had gotten the scar, but that was something for later. His
own scars were something he didn\'t want to talk about at the moment,
especially the one that marred her right shoulder. The one the ran
along the length of his left forearm wasn\'t as bad, but it also had
it\'s painful memories.

< \"I \"Is this too fast?\" He asked him, looking up into his eyes,
concerned that the singer would run from him because he had
frightened him.

Ralph stared down at the scar for a moment. He hadn\'t really noticed
Orin\'s more than likely because they didn\'t matter, they didn\'t make
Orin any less beautiful. Though his, to him it stood out like a
glistening red mar in his white skin, this was the scar left by a
fool\'s act. Though beyond that bout of embarrassment he felt
unusually good. His head had stopped pounding and his ears were no
longer ringing loudly.


It was as though he was getting used to it, the cacophonic sound of
no over and over again. It would just take some time he figured;
maybe it was the initial rush that did it. Rolling over, he lay on
his back to stare at the ceiling shirt half open some buttons
mismatched with their holes from his mindless attempt to hide
himself. He was wreathed in a halo of his pale blonde hair, that was
the thing about Ralph, he was so damn pale, his eyes his skin, his
hair the only thing bright about him was the black tattoo on his arm.

\"Not too fast,\" he chuckled, and gestured to Orin\'s fly, \"I should
ask the the same question...I got a little.... preoccupied with the
need to be...\" He rubbed his shoulder for a second, the ceiling was
still very interesting, as he breathed through his nose quietly,
sthighhighly aroused from the activities on the couch. He really
didn\'t know how to finish that, and so he graced his fingernails
lightly down the side of the agent\'s arm. Before pulling him close
to where there was no room between them. His hand resting tentatively on the agent\'s thigh.

\"I\'m happy if you are. I told you before, I never want to hurt you.\"
he whispered to the singer. He wasn\'t quite sure what to do with
himself at the moment though. He knew of course, but it was practice
that made it perfect, and he was certainly lacking any type of
practice in this sort of affair. He just hoped that he was ok. He
leaned his face down to kiss the singer, before moving slowly down,
suckling along his jaw line before moving further down to his neck
and chest, repeating the same thing that has been done to him a few
minutes before. His hands trailed along the singers sides, just
touching him as he brushed the shirt away from the skin. he
carefully brought his teeth into the affair, lightly scraping them
against skin before he started to nibble in as few spots before he
began working on a nipple, watching for a reaction.

Pleasure in this fashion was a foreign beast to Ralph. Drones
couldn\'t just...go around making love when ever they pleased, the
desire was taken away from them. So every touch that Orin made set
him on fire, a dull glisten shone on his skin and he hadn\'t even
really done anything. He was light headed, and nearly giddy, as he
made an uncharacteristic squeak when he felt work being done on his
front.

He was sure that his heart was going to pound out of his chest and
fall to the floor. His hands gripped the sheets a moment before he
sat up suddenly and tore off the shirt and tossed it aside, \"SCREW
that extreme bullshit!\" And pulled Orin back on top of him, running
his hands deftly down the agent\'s back and sides to reorient himself
underneath the was band of his pants. He paused for a moment before
he started sneaking them down slowly the heated skin of Orin\'s body
only increasing his now highly aroused state.

[ooc: woo...-gearsuptogetnaughty-]

Orin was startled by the singers sudden outburst, but quickly forgot
it when he felt hands sliding lower and lower on his body. he
fumbled with his trousers for a moment, before discarding them, clad
now only in black silk boxers. He shifted, flipping himself onto his
back, taking Ralph with him, so that now their positions were
flipped and the singer was on top. hifthifted slightly, bringing his
thigh between the singers legs and grinded against him, sending a
shower of sparks to shoot through his own body. He groaned as he
kissed the singer, darting his tongue into his mouth.

Ralph uffed when he was flipped over onto of Orin. The feeling of
his body grinding against his own making him shu a m a moment before
he placed his palm flat against the agent\'s groin. He rested it
there for a minute, he really had no livid idea what he was doing, He
did know that his hand wanted to touch every single part of Orin\'s
body and as the other hand wandered idly down the side he fiddled
with the flap of the boxers before experimentally slipping a few
fingers inside. He didn\'t know if he was stepping any boundaries, if
this was something that was taboo.


His face was flushed, and took one extra second to consider before he
slipped his hand inside to stroke experimentally. The aroused heat
of the agent\'s body below his hand made his head start to spin,
before he deepened the kiss his tongue tickling the roof of Orin\'s
mouth playfully. The free hand passed over the agent\'s chest a few
times stopping every so often to message gently a point that seemed
to procure positive results.


His pants felt uncomfortably tight, the back of his head thrummed and
was the only thing that was keeping him from clawing them off his
lower body with zeal. He didn\'t want to move from where his was, it
was too nice and warm, feeling Orin all over, felt too good to spoil
it by worrying about his own problems.

Orin wanted to pass out right there as he felt Ralph\'s hands on him,
massaging him. He didn\'t think it was possible for him to get even
harder than he was. He thrust his hips upwards without thinking,
his body only wanting more contact. His own hands trailed down
Ralph\'s side, and encountering the fabric of his trousers, began working to relive him of the offending article of clothing. His
brain seemed to have stopped working and he was acting purely on
instinct now, desire taking over.

\"Gods...\" he moaned, breathing heavily as he gripped Ralph\'s waist,
tucking his face into the crook of the singers neck. He began
suckling and nibbling on his neck, tasting his flesh and the
slightly salty taste of sweat. He moaned again and trusted his
hips, writhing beneath the singer.

Ralph was flushed the more Orin grinded into him the more he needed
to touch. His hand moved a little more feverently along the length
within his grasp, spider like fingers brushing quietly against the
sensitive parts nestled within. Feeling the hands at his trousers he
balked for a moment coming to his senses. Whipping the free hand
down quickly he unclipped the fastening little the scootch down his
thighs to rest amicably at his knees. He returned himself quickly to
Orin paying little mind to the fact that today was tiny unicorn
boxers day. They rest low on his bony hips, revealing the slope of
his backside. Later he would remind himself to find some better
fitting shorts.

Though for now he was pleased to just lower the administrations of
his mouth to Orin\'s mid-section free hand nudging the waistband of
the shorts lower and lower so that before long he hand them down and
he was left to look at where exactly his hand was...he was hunched
over it now, the pressure between his own legs menacing as he sat in
awe mostly of himself, mostly of the urges he had, mostly of how
amazing Orin was there before him so freely just...

He turned his head up to glance at the agent, Ralph\'s head spin and
for a brief moment everything ed sed so clear and natural. He
brushed the hair in his eyes back before bending over a bit more to
light his tongue ever so slowly against the head of the shaft he held
in his hands. Now wasn\'t the time to think, his brain buzzed in a
high pitched wail but it was some how easier to ignore now that he
was where he was at, far more difficult task was ignoring his own
heat as he lulled over the length.

He placed his hands on either side of Orin\'s hips thumps digging
gently into the soft flesh he che crook of his groin. He did not
think twice before he engulfed the end in his mouth and let it sit
there as his tongue ran over the underside playing gently savoring
the taste. It wasn\'t how he expected, if anything it was rather
pleasing. He could feel the throbbing pound of blood running through
it as his hand caressed the agent\'s thighs a muffled `mmph\' coming
from his mouth as he began to explored further testing gently his
boundaries.


He had never really thought he would get this far, never once while
mopping the floors of the Euphonics buildings did he think he would
be with that beautiful person the she sensed so much from, and here
he was bringing him pleasure that alone made him happy, even if his
brain told him differently...that alone made still being alive, worth
it.

He moaned, a long soft low moan as the singer ran his tongue along
his cock, testing him, tasting him, and teasing. He brought a hand
up to brush the hair out of Ralph\'s eyes, looking down at him
through half-lidded eyes.

\"Gods...\" was all he could say, his hand tangling in the singers
hair, his other hand gripping at the sheets, bunching them up as he
squirmed and arched his back, his head falling back onto the
pillows. This was too much, he was going to explode from the
sensations.

\"Please... don\'t stop... feels... good...\" he moaned, his breath
coming in short gasps. He never dreamed that this could feel so
good, that he would be in this position.

Ralph barely heard what Orin had said though from what he could tell
was that this was a good thing. His hands couldn\'t sit still they
wandered aimlessly around the agent nether region taking in the feel
of his heat and skin. If only his mother saw him, she would have a
fit, that sent a sensation down his spine and he repositioned himself
to come from below easier one hand encircling the shaft while the
other one supported him.

Orin was taut in his mouth as he moved his mouth around slowly at
first caressing softly with his lips and tongue and then quicker, his
free hand spindling lightly around to squeeze. The tense quivering
of the agent\'s body only spurred him on more, the gasping breaths of
pleasure streamed right into the pivot of his being. Making his
breath come to him in sharp gasps through is nose and every ftenften
his mouth. All the hairs on his body felt as though he were standing
on end, and oh how he ached.

Oh how he loved being the provider of pleasure for once for just one
person. All those adoring fans never really mattered, this mattered.
The agent mattered.

Orin went rigid as the singer encircled his shaft with his hand and
gently squeezed. The sensation was too much for him and he felt his
entire groin begin to tighten.

\"You\'re... going.. to... make... me...\" Orin gasped, trying to find
a voice to warn Ralph. He doubted he wanted him to cum in his mouth,
but if he kept it up for another second or two, he was going to be
doing just that. He tried to grasp the singers shoulders and guide
him up, about to release.

Ralph glanced up at Orin, his mouth still wrapped around his arousal,
the taste of precum had been lingering there for a bit and he knew
what he wanted to do...It wasn\'t necessarily a nasty thing, his mouth
just refused to let go and so with that knowing glance out of the way
he squeezed a little harder as his tongue lashed across the tip one
more time ushering out the agent\'s seed.

And there it was in his mouth, he slipped off the shaft with an odd
sucking almost pop, his hands resting on Orin\'s thighs as he threw
his head back and swallowed, falling back and onto the bed behind him
he panted a second reclaiming some of his breath. He ached terribly
in his loins, he scissor his knees open and shut a moment before he
scrabbled up to lay next to Orin, his shorts precariously close to
falling off his slender build.

He really didn\'t know if the agent thought him strange for doing what
he did, his brain raged within his skull in-between the strange
throbbing he felt all over, the fact what he had just done might be
considered strange by his only friend, and the dronish brainwashing
that he had grown to ignore. He just needed a second to collect
himself, a second to savor the closeness.

Orinanedaned as he released into his mouth, his entire body tensing
up, before relaxing again. Ralph had crawled back up and was laying
next to him on the bed. Turning onto his side, he propped his head
up with one hand and brought the other hand up to stroke the side of
Ralph\'s face, brushing away hair and the slight sheen of sweat.


A wicked smirk played on his lips as he dropped his hand lower, to
the singers waist, playing idly with the waistband of his shorts,
which were straining against him. Feeling brave, he pressed a hand
to Ralph\'s groin, kneading the length of him. Carefully, he slipped
his down the front of the shorts, testing his limits. He knew the
singer was a bit self-conscious of himself, and he didn\'t want to
press to far without knowing if it was ok. Leaning his face towards,
him, he moved his other hand to prop himself up, partially on top of
Ralph as he leaned in to kiss him, nibbling a bit on his lips
playfully.

Ralph would have squeaked in minor shock, he would have if it didn\'t
feel so good. He leaned forward into his hand; a slight tremble
broke the motion. It wasn\'t that he was scared, well he was but that
was silly. You didn\'t go as far as he did and let being scared stop
you. `You massive idgit.\' He thought to himself while he wrapped a
leg around one of Orin\'s. `Don\'t be afraid of Orin you dolt.\' And he
let himself relax though his heart was fluttering like a trapped bird
in a cage.


He leaned forward to hide his face in the small of the agent\'s neck,
it made him feel safe each arm outstretched to hug the back of his
shoulders bring him closer. It was odd and strange to be so naked
there in front of the agent. Usually a wall was up, the wall stood
firm and proud protecting all his insides and feelings from other\'s
judgment and there he lay now, in the hands of Orin Leland...any
other day he would have felt fragile and stupid bightight now it felt
so good.

So right.

He pulled himself even closer jamming himself tight into the agent\'s
hand. He could find words his voice was gone, though no words really
needed to be sad.

Orin held him close to him, has he stroked his hand along the length
of him, all satiny smoothness covering hardness. Pausing for a
moment, he slowly pulled the shorts down before returning to his
ministrations. Sliding down, he left a trail of kisses down his
chest and stomach, before taking him into his mouth, tonguing the
tip of the shaft and then down the ridge. He gave a wicked grin as
he looked back up at the singer, an idea forming in his head.

\"I want you to try something. Trust me?\"

Ralph bit his lower lip as he felt the tongue across his
being. \"Gahh.\" This was intoxicating no wonder all the other
Illuminati stars talked about it so much. He was mildly embarrassed
by the fact he didn\'t know what they were talking about but...meh who
cared at the moment. He heard Orin say something and it took him a
moment to sort it out.... with the ringing in his ears buzzing so
loudly, though he caught the jist and nodded slightly. His light eyes
screwed shut while his fingered woven through the agent\'s hair
tightly. The throbbing in his very being growing almost too intense
for him to control himself.

Orin reached over to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and
fumbling around for a moment, before coming up with a bottle of
lubricant. He gave Ralph a small grin as he opened the bottle,
smearing some onto the singer, carefully coating his member. he
flipped them over, positioning his legs on either side of Ralph.


\"I want to feel you in me.\"

Ralph quirked an eyebrow curiously at Orin. He had literally not
even thought about this happening. He remained there a moment
looking Orin in the eyes. He knew of the agent\'s past and he, well
he feared this might hurt him more than anything else. Though there
he was offering it to him, and he really didn\'t feel like he could
refuse the offer. He sat back on he haunches a moment, \"Uhm...\" he
tried to figure out the words to use first, \"I don\'t think...I could
just go driving in there...I mean...\" He made a frustrated
gesture, \"Don\'t you think it would hurt?\"

\"Go slowly, I\'ll guide you.. ok? Please... I want this... I want
you.\" Orin told him, pleading him. He shifted his hips, trying to
position himself better.

\"Please?\" he continued to plead the singer, trying to grind into his
groin, wanting to feel the contact.

Ralph had bitten his lip so many times that night that it had begun
to bleed again. Wiping the blood from his face he nodded pulling
himself up close to Orin\'s rear. He sat there posed for a second, he
heard the pleading but he was still unsure. Though when he brushed
the tip against the opening he took a breathe in one sweet gasp and
edged forward, taking it very slowly. Achingly slow, purely for
Orin\'s sake, tightness that surrounding him sent flares of light in
front of his eyes.

\"Dear god..\" he gasped pushing inward little by little until he was
encompassed by Orin himself. It felt so good, he just sat there and
soaking in the enveloping sweetness, head tilted back slightly as
though he was listening to something no one could hear. He repeated
it again, \"Dear...fucking...god...\" His hands were posed on the
agent\'s thighs and before he started moving anymore he
queried, \"You....still ok?\"

Orin tried to keep his muscles from clenching as Ralph eased himself
in. It hurt for a moment, but it passed. He moved his hips slightly,
experimenting with the sensation. The movement sent sparks shooting
up his spine.

\"Gods... it feels good...\" Orin moaned as he moved his hips against
him, wanting more. He pulled Ralph down to him, kissing him on the
mouth, darting his tongue inside as he moaned softly.

Ralph released a small gasping moan as he arranged himself into a
comfortable position on top of Orin making it so he could look him in
the eye and remain within him with no discomfort to either of them.
His tongue touched ablyably with Orin\'s and he moved his hips slowly
from side to side for a second and then pulling out slightly. \"Ahh,
the sweat on his forehead had managed to plaster his massive amount
of hair to his face. His hands cradled either side of the agent\'s
face and he began to move a little more swiftly developing a steady
assuredness in his motions.

Oh how it felt, the more he moved the more he felt as though he would
burst right there, but he didn\'t want to do that quite yet, Orin
seemed to be enjoying this, more than he though that the agent would
and so with firm strokes he moved along the soft sweet spots inside
the tight space, the thrills of pleasure emitted from Orin\'s body
mirrored in his own as his breathe quickened and he deepened the kiss
desperately.

The roaring throb in his head was gone, though he hadn\'t noticed it
in a long while.

Orin held on as the singer built up a rhythm, pumping in and out of
him, causing the sensations to make him hard all over again. He
moved one hand to grip himself, moving slowly.

\"Gods.. don\'t stop...\" he moaned, urging him on. He was going to
explode again soon, the sensations bringing him closer to climax
again.

Ralph had dawned this silent determined look; with each stroke he
became stronger and meaningful. A tightening grew inside of him as
he drew closer and closer to relief, and oh how he needed it, he
felt as though he was going to burst and die if it didn\'t happen
soon. He licked quietly at Orin\'s earlobe for a moment before he
whispered, \"I\'m going to cum soon...\" he fumbled with those words the
muscles in his back twitching with sweat and effort, \"Do you want me
to pull out?\" he would have done so naturally, just as Orin had
tried to do for him. He brow was furrowed as a droplet of sweat
dripped from it, being this hot couldn\'t have been natural for
anyone.

Being this hot felt unnaturally good.

\"No... please... stay...\" he moaned, his hand tightening on himself
as he began to tense. He felt like he was burning up, sweat soaking
the sheets beneath him. He moaned loudly, as a particular spot was
hit deep within him.

\"Gods! Please! AHH!\" he screamed as he exploded, tensing his entire
body as he came.

That was enough Ral Ralph, his breath was deep and ragged and when
Orin tightened up every muscle in his body it became too hard for him
to contain himself any longer. Almost promptly after Orin had came
Ralph followed with one massive, \"Fucking hell!\" Later on he would
find that particular explicative funny. He flopped down on Orin, the
collective juices smeared between them, he was weak in the thighs and
his back hurt a little. And as he was lost in a state of blissful
toper he was thoroughly content to just lie there. He would purr if
he was a cat, his nose nestled against the agent\'s cheek he gave him
a lick and then rolled over off him to rest at his side.

\"Mmph,\" He was starting to cool down and it was at that point he
noticed there was a slight breeze in the room. His hand sneaked down
to clasp Orin\'s hand, \"Would it be alright if I said I loved you, and
that I did before the sex?\"

It was true, he wanted Orin to know that he wasn\'t just a way to get
off....and he didn\'t remember saying it before they had started...it
made him feel bad...His eyes gazed upward into the dark ceiling,
catching his breath in the darkness.

\"Yeah...\" Orin sighed, his entire body relaxed, lucky that he managed
to even speak that one word. He sighed, trying to roll over to get
up. He winced a bit at the soreness, and hoped that Ralph hadn\'t
seen him wince. he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the
bed, dragging a sheet partly with him. Turning, he looked over at
the singer, smiling at him.

\"I\'ve loved you for so long now. I... think I\'ve always loved you,
ever since I met you.\" He shook his head and turned, his now loose
hair hanging down to hide his face. It was ridiculous, being shy
after what they had just shared together.

\"I\'m going to clean myself up ok?\" He told him, wanting to get rid
of the drying mess that was stuck to his stomach, making the small
bit of hair there stick to his skin.

\"Join me if you want..\"

Ralph furrowed his brow, he sensed there was some minor pain
there...though...if Orin didn\'t want him to know about it...then
maybe he wouldn\'t bring it up...though he was still a little
worried. He didn\'t know much when it came to things...like that
particularly. He lay still for a moment, soaking up the words that
were spoken to him. It was like...that euphoria had struck again.


Swinging his legs over the side over the side of the bed he looked
over his shoulder to Orin. His hair was sticking up in strange
positions. He felt rather stick, and so with that he stood up to
find his shirt, who knew for what reason, but for some reason his
scar was stinging...probably from moving is strange ways that it
wasn\'t used to.


He was getting rather cold too, trotting along to follow Orin he must
have looked rather silly, half dressed with his hair falling all over
the place. He actually felt positively giddy, and snuck up to give
him a small kiss below the ear. It was strange having the wall down
this far. He barely even knew himself when he was this light
hearted.


He felt different. Like something horrible had been lifted from
him. He felt good.

Orin smiled as Ralph kissed him. He entered the bathroom, dropping
the sheet that he had dragged with him from the bed and turned on
the shower, stepping in after making sure the water was warm enough.
He was happy and blissful still, a bit self-conscious about sharing
the shower, but it wasn\'t like Ralph had not already seen him and
more. He sighed as he wed down his hair, letting the water run down
over him, rinsing away the sweat and stickiness. He moved aside a
bit, to allow Ralph under the spray of the shower.

\"I bet you didn\'t expect this when you came over tonight.\" Orin
jibed, smiling at him as he prodded him with a finger, before
starting to rub some shampoo into his hair.

Ralph made a face as to illustrate that the thought was entirely
ridiculous. \"Of course I expected this...\" he made a motion with his
hand before he considered letting the shirt fall off again. He was a
sort of mess and so after a few moments of gathering himself he let
the also rather messy shirt fall to the floor to step into the
shower. He let out a tiny snort as the water splashed against him
wetting his hair causing it to lay back down on his head. He stood
there staring at Orin like a wet bayful dog. His nearly white blue
eyes watching the agent\'s face.

\"You ever do that before....you know before but after...you know...\"
He didn\'t mean for it to sound the way it came out but he was feeling
positively lonesome....like he was the only one of the two to be much
of a new comer to the whole thing. `God, I am such a loser...just
standing here like a freaking nard staring at him like an idiot.\' He
leaned against the wall of the shower folding his arms over his chest
and scar and released a great sigh, he was going to ignore himself,
because he was too happy to be worried about how silly he looked.

Orin stopped massaging the shampoo in his scalp for a moment before
slowly turning and moving to rinse it out.

\"No... never..\" Was all aid,aid, slowly, his eyes averted from the
singer. He was actually a bit embarrassed to admit that technically,
he was a virgin. Well, not anymore. Sure, he had once had a lover
when he was 16, but they had never gotten very far, and the incident
when he was 17.. well.. best he didn\'t go there now.

\"After what happened, I didn\'t really trust many people. You got the
closest to me, closer than anyone ever has in years.\" Orin admitted
to him.

Ralph rubbed his chin to stare at the wound which continued to refuse
to mend itself. He watched the blood dribble off his hand and down
the drain. \"Me either...never.\" As a drone he had done very little
in the ways of sexual pleasure, he hardly even touched himself as it
was, this was an entirely new experience for him.

\"I mean, don\'t be embarrassed...\" he sidled a little bit closer, \"I
mean...hell...I am a fucking `rock star\'" he made quotation marks with
his hands, \"The amazing Swan could have a lot of booty if he so
desired....\" He looked at his feet, \"No desire...scared.\" Now he
felt silly, but he tried to hide it with a smile, \"No interest either
really...I mean...I do put on a good show of it don\'t I?\"


He felt like a liar all the sudden. He did put up a good front
almost too good. Nobody knew him for who he was, they only saw him
as another pretty face. A pretty face they mistaken as an Illuminati
every time they saw him. That was dangerous, and for a moment he
realized how close to being caught he was every day.

\"Hey... don\'t be embarrassed. No reason to be.\" Orin wrapped his arms
around the signer as they stood there together under the spray of
the shower. One hand rubbed comforting circles in the small of his
back, while the other reached up to tangle in his wet hair.

\"Come on, are you done? Let\'s go to bed.\" he Said has he pulled back
a bit, looking him in the face. He frowned as she saw the lip
bleeding again.

\"You need to stop biting that, It\'s never going to heal.\"

Ralph rubbed his chin off again and nodded, sidling out of the shower
looking about for a towel he found one that had been discarded
earlier and picked it off the floor to dry off his hair. Then he
wrapped the towel securely around his waist and stood there with his
hands behind his back as he watcOrinOrin.

He wasn\'t embarrassed so much any more as he tilted his head from
left to right forcing water out of his ears and swaying lazily back
and forth on the balls of his feet. He wondered what time it
was....and searched around for his coat which contained a pocket
watch. \"Am I supposed to be doing anything tomorrow anyway....I
can\'t remember it is all the same to me...\"

Orin wrapped a towel around himself before starting to towel dry his
own hair. He leaned out of the bathroom to look down the hall at the clock in the kitchen.


\"Thank the lord, no. Wt a t a free day tomorrow, which is a good
thing, considering it\'s 2:30 in the morning.\" Orin wrapped the towel
around his head, to keep his long hair out of the way as he picked
up the towels and discarded articles of clothing and the sheet off
the floor. He wandered back into the bedroom, intent on making the
bed so he could lay in it. He tossed the towels into a hamper in the
closet, adding his pants and boxers to the pile. With Ralph\'s
clothes, he folded them and placed them on a chair by the closest.
Finishing up with making the bed, he sat down on the edge, smiling
sleepily up at Ralph.

\"You spending the night?\" Orin asked him, his eyes almost pleading
with him to stay with him for the night. He didn\'t want his friend,
his lover, to go.

\"Why would I leave?\" He rolled onto the bed like a dog fin finally
settled on a pillow. \"Too tired, clothes ain\'t clean, could easily
get mugged on the way home, and most importantly you are not at my
house.\" He stretched languidly, yawning wide before hopping up again
to procure his shorts and slip them back on. He might have been able
to do a lot of things but sleeping naked now that was another thing
entirely. Something about the security of the unicorn boxers at his
waist made him even more comfortable before he hopped back into bed
rolling over to snatch Orin by the shoulder and pull him down.

\"I am a cover hog, you have been aptly warned.\"

Orin smiled as he shifted underneath the blankets, snuggling close
to Ralph. He himself preferred to sleep in the nude, unless he was
staying at someone else\'s house, though the only other person he
really knew was Ralph now. The only other time he slept in clothes
was when he was sick. Otherwise, clothes were too much of a hassle,
trying to strangle him as he slept.

He leaned over a bit and gave Ralph a lazy kiss on the lips, before
settling down, one arm underneath him, the other wrapped around
Ralph, his head tucked under the singers chin.

\"Love? How did you get that scar on your chest?\" he asked idly,
curious about it.

Ralph balked at the question, he really didn\'t know if it was an easy
answer or not. Maybe it was just a stupid answer. He duckes
hs
head slightly while pondering what to say....he could just brush it
off, that would be something the ridiculous walled Ralph would do,
something Swan would do, not him...he was too open right now to hide
something from Orin.

\"Well it was sort of...a work related accident...I guess.\" He sat up
slightly taking Orin with him. \"Well maybe not really.\" He made a
worried face, mouth screwed into a perplexed frown, as he rubbed the
back of his head, \"The drone girl I was supposed to marry did it, she
well, I was too distracted for her tastes I guess...no focus and
little drive made her angry...I guess cause I didn\'t want to be with
her either....\" He shook his head, \"She did this, and then she
just...offed herself...\" He fumbled with his hands, he blamed
himself for that...he should have been better he should have just
conformed...

Though he wasn\'t really sure he felt bad so much for her killing
herself, or for her and what she was, just another mindless drone
obsessed with fitting into the mold. She went autelutely bonkers on
him, and he made a strange sardonic smile, \"Cut me up with the same
broken bottle she jammed in her throat...it was dirty and she had
taken it off the ground, it was infected for a while.\" His heart
hurt, he felt amazingly stupid for feeling so bad about this, it
wasn\'t like with Orin...and the pain that he had felt...it was some
one else\'s pain.

A pain that he had caused, and a pain that he couldn\'t help. It was
perhaps the soul reason the wall even existed. Steadfast it rose to
protect him from feeling guilty about this, to prevent they obvious
affect it had on him from seeping through. \"Really kind of silly
ya\'know...\" He leaned back again, and shut his eyes trying to
dismiss the sight of the girl\'s body bleeding on the pavement outside
of a Euphonics building, throat torn open in a fit of rage.

\"I\'m sorry...\" Orin said, hugging him closer, trying to take away
the pain that he felt from Ralph. He hated feeling other people who
were in pain, wishing he could take the pain away from them.


\"I guess it\'s the people that love you that hurt you the most... or
maybe they just hated you from the beginning..\" Orin said, thinking
of the scar that ran from his elbow to his wrist on his left
forearm, along the outside. A parting gift from his father.

\"Not that I will ever hurt you of course.\" Orin smiled, trying to
lighten the subject up a bit, but he was feeling very sleepy at the
moment, listening to Ralph\'s quiet breathing and steady pulse.

Ralph nodded slightly, he was so tired but he didn\'t want to fall
asleep on Orin, that would just be...faux pas. He stroked the top of
Orin\'s head nestled near his neck and pondered what he had said, \"I
don\'t think she loved me...it was more of a possession thing,\" he
stopped to twirl a finger through the hair for a moment. \"I was a
pretty high up there maintenance worker...I got to go to different
buildings and clean toilets.\" He snorted not sure if he found that
funny or just degrading.


He yawned widely and scratched the scruff on his chin. Dozing
slightly enveloped by the warmness around him. He made it a point to
not counter and prod Orin about his own scars...though he wanted to
and eye foreye eye right? Though the agent\'s past was so dark and
turbulent bringing it up just a little made him worried...and angry.

\"what\'s wrong?\" Orin asked him, noting the slight change in his
breathing.

\"And don\'t say nothing, I know you better than that.\" He shifted a
bit, trying to find a more comfort pos position as she scooted back
a bit, while still keeping one arm around the singer, almost in a possessive gesture.

Ralph shook his head but stopped himself before he mutters, `nothing\'
it was something, \"Well I just...eye for an eye right...tell me about
your scars?\" He winced as he even mentioned it...he felt guilty and
shameful for even asking. Though well he couldn\'t just brush it off
Orin would know, he was right there next to his heart and could hear
every beat.


Shaking his head again he mumbled, \"Really if you don\'t want to think
about it do not worry about it, I don\'t need to know, I would just
like to know...just...\" he trailed off not knowing what to say next.

\"It\'s ok... I don\'t mind. Fair is fair.\" Orin told him. He shifted,
rolling onto his back so he could bring his left arm up to show the
long scar that was on the outside of his forearm.

\"A parting gift from my father when I was 16, right as he and Mum
found out that I played for both sides. He threatened to cut my balls
off, but he only wble ble to get my arm instead as he tossed me out
on my ear.\" Orin told him , as he traced the scar with his
fingertips. He wasn\'t ashamed of this scar, he was actually rather
fond of it.

\"The one on my shoulder... I got that a year later when I was 17.
Remember I told you what happened? David gave this to me. He bit me
so hard...\" The scar on his shoulder was vaguely shaped like it was
teeth marks, but it was strange.

\"It used to be plain as day. I hated it and didn\'t even wait for it
to heal before I took a razor to it. I didn\'t have any money or know
anyone who could have gotten me durmaplast to heal it without
scaring, so I figured it was better if I just made it look like
something else.\"

Ralph breathed through his nose slowly, attempting to stay calm.
Shit like that pissed him off. His parents though brainwashed drones
had loved him....well he guessed they loved him until he disappeared
off the face of Zaigou. Now they probably didn\'t give a rats ass
less where he was, he couldn\'t blame him...until five years ago he
was sort of a burden.

This though, the way Orin\'s father had treated him made him enraged
beyond normal words. He wanted revenge; he wanted to destroy that
man for disowning his son. His hackles rose he snorted and attempted
to calm himself. Ralph was a very vengeful man. Things like this
did not bode well for the offenders.

He planted his hand firmly in the small of Orin\'s back looking up at
the ceiling in distain, \"As cliché as it sounds, I am going to kill
your fucking father, and am going to bash his brains clear through
his head.\"

Orin sighed.

\"It\'s fine. You realize if he had never kicked me out, I would be
stuck as a part of an Illuminati Military group and I never would
have met you?\" Orin smiled up at him, idly moving one hand across
the singers chest. He yawned sleepily as he closed his eyes, already
drifting off to sleep. The sound of steady breathing and the feel of
Ralph\'s heartbeat was like a lullaby, sending him into a deep sleep.


He was still frustrated, it would not settle well in his stomach to
just let something like that blow off his shoulder. It was true life
worked in strange ways, and maybe everything that happened to Orin
needed to happen...but...he couldn\'t help from being slightly...well
not slightly. HIGHLY teed off. Though as Orin slipped into slumber
he couldn\'t help but put the thoughts in the back of his mind. He
was tired, and slightly chilled from being so warm and then cold
again.


He didn\'t slip into sleep he fell into it head first.