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cassandrawilson:

“Mm, small talk has it’s time and place. Like now, after the more important things.” His fingers on her back caused her to shiver slightly, the skin still sensitive and the marks still raw. Judging from the way they felt, she wouldn’t be able to wear any backless tops for awhile. Thankfully she had a few stage outfits that would suffice for the time being. Arching an eyebrow as she lifted her head to look at him, she chuckled. “Do I really look like the type to worry about a nail?” Truthfully her nails weren’t all that long to begin with. Guitar playing required less than glamorous nails. Cass pursed her lips in thought as she tapped a nail against his chest. “Well, while that hardly seems fair,” she said with a wry grin, turning her head slightly to indicate her back. “It’s quite interesting.” Her fingers returned to just trailing along his skin as a smirk stretched across her lips. “Also…there were scales. So, that’s different. Are you like, a Super Snake?” Her hand slipped up to cover her mouth as she giggled softly. 

“I’m not sure this counts as small talk,” he said, a soft smirk spreading across his lips as she shivered, “but you’re right that it’s not a bad time for it.” In general, he preferred more interesting conversations than the kind you might have with a stranger on the bus ( did that make him pretentious? he didn’t care ) and when it came to topics, metahumans did fit the bill -- as did talking about himself. He wouldn’t classify himself as someone who overshared, but he was the most important person in his life and liked to think that he was in everyone else’s, too. “No, but I figured I’d give you a fair warning, just in case,” he teased, baring his teeth in a grin. She certainly didn’t seem to be the type to worry about such trivial things, but he didn’t pretend to be a mind reader. “True,” he agreed, laughing lightly, “but life isn’t supposed to be. Besides, the only time anyone has to worry about it is if they’re trying to hurt me.” Of course, he didn’t mention that most of those cases ended up being in self defense. “A super snake?” he asked, snorting. “No, nothing like that. I think it has something to do with my regeneration -- reptiles are very good at adapting, you know.” And often associated with evil -- particularly snakes. “But what about you? If I remember correctly, you have some... impressive gifts, yourself.”

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A heavy, content sigh escaped him as Cass tucked her head into his shoulder, enjoying the pleasant haze that’d fallen over him. It was rare for him to be completely and totally calm like this and he savored the moment each time it was offered to him. “Small talk doesn’t make for a fun night,” he agreed, trailing his fingernails down the marks he’d made in her back, appreciating each and every one of them. It was more than likely they’d take a few days to heal up completely, which was perfectly fine by time -- even if he didn’t get to see them again, knowing they were there was satisfying in and of itself. “Hmm,” he hummed, considering her question. “Well, if you’re willing to chance breaking a nail I could demonstrate. See, I’m practically impenetrable... now that you’ve scratched me, anyway. Adaptive regeneration at it’s finest.” It wasn’t even close to the full extent of his abilities, but given how unpleasant they were, he decided starting small was best. She clearly didn’t scare easily, but there wasn’t much to be gained from admitting to be corruption embodied.

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“I mean…it really wasn’t. But! Ghosts are real! If they weren’t real, then how do you explain all of the evidence I found in just my house alone? Or all of the television shows? Or all of the eye witness accounts? Or all of the movies? Or books? Or–” Byeol cut off with a small gasp, taking a second to actually breathe, before continuing with another onslaught of questions. “And my phobia isn’t ridiculous! It is very valid, and justified!” The younger male argued back petulantly, before sticking his tongue out at David and giving a snide look as the older man, also continued to go back and forth. “Awwee, is someone mad? Because I called them a brat? Poor Davey.” Chan-bye teased relentlessly, enjoying messing with the man. “And…that’s true I guess…but, you could have just asked to borrow some of my stuff. I have a lot of things to keep me entertained, and would let you use them. Because you’re my favorite old guy.” He finished with a sweet tone, and smile; but being sure to put emphasis on the ‘old’ part. Just to further annoy the man.

Chan-bye merely stared at David, small and slightly smug smile gracing his features, as he listened. As soon as his friend finished, he made a small humming noise, as if going over the comments in his head. “I mean….I am the one funding you for your vacation….and going to be your main source for just about…everything. Since you know…you don’t know the city…or the language…so, you sort of are my business.” The boy taunted, elbowing the man lightly. “I guess if you really, really, really wanted; I could just leave you to fend for yourself, once we get off the plane. We can see how you do without me. But I don’t think you’ll last very long…if at all.” He snickered behind a hand, enjoying being able to pester David so much. Especially after the whole haunted house fiasco. 

Another four hours in the air. Approximately seven out of the twelve hours, they would be on the aircraft. Somewhere in between pestering David, watching a few programs on his laptop together, snacking, and interacting with his siblings; Byeol had fallen asleep again. Though ever the active sleeper, he’d managed to move from curled on his side against the window to, sloughing in the comfortable seat, and at least once or twice; his head had found its self on David’s arm or shoulder. Once fully awake, he stretched out his limbs, enjoying the pops from his joints for a moment. Only to have the eldest of his sisters, fuss at him about how the pins were coming undone. Just to end the ranting, Chan-bye moved to allow her to re-pin his hair. 

Upon his return, he pulled out his laptop again and scooted closer to David. “Do you wanna watch another movie? I have all of the Lilo and Stitch ones, and the show. We should watch it.” He said, as he set it up. Not really giving his friend the option of not watching, and instead scooting even closer; pulling out a box of animal crackers and offering some to the man. “You can share it with me, since I’m such a nice person.” Chan-bye joked, as he played the first of movie of their marathon. 

David regarded him with a mixture of distaste and amusement, a brow cocked and his expression otherwise flat. “Any evidence,” he made sure to emphasize the word for effect, “is either falsified or you brain playing tricks on you. If there were real ghosts, there’d be more proof than a few badly made television shows and some idiots claiming the impossible.” How he’d managed to get a word in edgewise was something that puzzled even him, but the short break between Chan-bye’s rapid-fire ranting had given him a moment of opportunity. One that’d likely be wasted on deaf ears, of course, but one he took all the same. “Your phobia is definitely ridiculous and you know it. All phobias are, that’s sort of the point of them. Irrational fears, and all that.” David rolled his eyes as Byeol continued, shaking his head. “Firstly, don’t call me that. Secondly, I’m not mad, you’re just exceptionally annoying,” he shot back childishly, sending a quick glare in his direction.

“I’m not old,” he retorted, shooting another dirty look toward Chan-bye, “you’re just young.” It wasn’t exactly a defense, but he’d rather die than admit that he could be considered old to some people. He was in his thirties, for god’s sake! Since when did that become ancient? “But either way, I’ll manage just fine, thanks. I have enough to keep myself busy for... however long we’re on this plane.” It was a lie, of course, but he wasn’t about to mention that he was already beginning to die of boredom. It’d barely been a few hours!  He snorted as Byeol continued to argue with him, rolling his eyes for about the millionth time that day. “Look, kid. I’ve got enough tricks up my sleeve to make it anywhere -- yes, even Korea.” He was confident with his particular set of mutations that there weren’t any challenges he couldn’t overcome, and language barriers had never been a problem for him, before. “I’m not exactly helpless.” To further his point, his eyes flashed silver.

As soon as his companion had fallen asleep, he attempted to get more rest of his own, leaning his head back against his seat and trying to get comfortable. By the time he’d managed to get back into a position that didn’t bother him in some way, Byeol was snoring softly beside him -- or rather, on him. Grumbling under his breath, he shoved him away, and for the next several hours that was how he spent his time: dozing off and shoving away his friend every time he found him leaning against his shoulder. He’d finally managed to pass out around the time he felt Chan-bye shifting beside him, only to be forced back into consciousness by him slipping through the row to allow his sister to fix his hair. Resigning himself to spending the rest of the flight awake, he sighed as Byeol settled back into the seat beside him. “Oh, alright,” he said, shifting to crack his back, “I’ll watch your stupid cartoon with you. But only because you’re basically forcing me to,” he said, more teasingly than anything else. “You can eat your damn kid crackers by yourself.”

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Each mark she bit into his skin was quickly knitted together with a mixture of skin and scales, but in that moment he hardly noticed the change -- or that it was only a miracle that kept her from breaking her teeth against his strengthened hide. With both being metas ( though their abilities were drastically different ) he didn’t bother to worry about the potential fallback that openly displaying his mutation could bring, and even if she hadn’t been... well, it was hardly like he could control his reactions. Lust had always been one of his primary sins, and with it the self-control he pretended to pride himself on crumbled into dust. As she clenched around him he gripped her tighter against his chest, his teeth grating together as hypersensitivity sent electrical shocks up through his body, his muscles still tense with the finality of his own release. A moment later he collapsed more loosely against the mattress, humming appreciatively as she trailed kisses up his neck and, finally, against his lips. “Now that,” he began, loosening his grip, “was a good fuck.”

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It’d been a while since Manny had been sent out on a solo mission. Well, mostly solo, anyway. He was being sent out ahead to apprehend a Metahuman threat in town that was terrorizing civilians and back up would catch up about twenty minutes after if assistance would be necessary. C.A.R.M.A seemed to believe that his skills and abilities would be enough to do the job on his own, and they weren’t exactly wrong––sometimes being a psionic of many talents got assignments done quickly. Sometimes. 

The blond agent arrived on scene after parking his car in a safe area. He took a moment to observe what was going on, and then cleared his throat before announcing himself. “I’d suggest you might want to stop what you’re doing there,” he spoke up to the other man, pulling out his C.A.R.M.A badge and holding it up for the other to see. “I mean you can keep doing what you’re doing, but either way, I’m going to have to bring you in. It can go down the hard way or the easy way…your choice.” 

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A split second was all it took for a mistake to ring out disaster, and the carelessness in which he’d chosen to commit his crime was the perfect breeding ground for such events. As it so happened, he’d forgotten ( if only for a moment ) to disable one of the cameras nearby, and while he’d been holding out the hope that his misstep would be ignored, the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him pointed to the unfortunate -- he’d been noticed and subsequently followed. Sighing, he pulled his knife from his chosen target with a sickening squelch, turning to face the man who’d rudely interrupted him. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” he spat, a snake-like hiss echoing in his voice.

Great, now he had to deal with those effects, too.

Mutated, silver eyes regarded the agent’s badge with distaste, his lip curling around his sharpened teeth. “It’s rude to interrupt someone in the middle of something important.” He doubted very much that the stranger would care ( he was, in fact, obviously here to apprehend him ) but he was nothing if not theatrical, and making his complaints known was part of the performance. “Oh, please. There’s no easy way with your type,” he replied, snorting, “you’ll drag me back to your torture chamber and that’ll be the end of me.” Some might argue it fair treatment with the type of person he was, but he’d never appreciated the eye for an eye sentiment unless he was the one gouging them out. “If you want me, you’ll have to kill me first.”

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David huffed and grunted as he continued to thrust back up against her, his nails dragging down towards her thighs. “Fuck,” he growled as Cass raked down his chest, onyx scales again replacing the red lines left in his skin before receding, leaving nothing but unmarked skin in their wake. Gripping her waist tightly enough to bruise, he continued to bury himself into her as deeply as he could, panting heavily as she writhed against him. “God, I’m close,” he hissed through gritted teeth, reaching an arm around to pull her down against him and tucking his face into the crook of her neck. He bit down with almost enough force to draw blood, moaning against her throat as she clenched around him. “Oh, fu-u-uck,” he groaned against her throat, tonguing the bite mark he’d made in her skin and digging his fingernails into her back. Another ( muffled ) shout escaped tore its way from his lips as he finally came, every muscle in his body seizing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.

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“You’d be... hard-pressed to find one now,” he agreed, his voice hitching in his throat as she halted ( no doubt another teasing gesture ), and a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine escaped him. As always, patience was not among the few virtues he had, and by the time she’d been merciful enough to move again his desperation was more than obvious. A ferocious snarl rumbled through his chest as she slammed against him, his nails continuing to leave long, angry-red marks down her sides -- no doubt some would be painful later on. In the moment, it was doubtful either of them would truly notice, let alone care. “Jesus,” he muttered as she scratched and nipped along his skin, heat flooding through his groin and pulling another throaty moan from him. He rutted up against her as she rode him, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps -- and frequently broken by more pleasurable sounds forcing their way through his teeth.

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David didn’t have much time to answer, the almost aggressive kiss shoving aside any desire to -- it was much more fun to act than to talk, after all. A growl of protest escaped him as she rolled off to the side, but it was obvious that it wasn’t just another move to tease him, and as she crawled back over to roll a condom over his erection, any signs of protest melted away -- she was well prepared, he’d give her that. Much more prepared than he normally was for one night stands, anyway. “I’m glad to hear that,” he replied -- a bit teasingly -- as she climbed back onto him, a low groan sliding from his lips as she lowered herself down onto him. “Oh, god,” he muttered under his breath as she rocked against him, his own hands reaching up to pull her down into another hungry kiss, growling lowly against her lips. “The feeling’s mutual,” he grunted, dragging his nails down her back enough to leave marks in her skin.

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chanhyeok-byeol:

“Aaaaahhhhh, well….you sort of, do. Just a little bit…you’re not like…very nice looking, you know.” Byeol commented with a grin, before shrugging. “Whatever you say. Just remember, that my little prank war rebellion thing; doesn’t stop, until you give to me an apology for the haunted house.” The boy taunted again, as he scooted into his seat and ceased his digging; pulling out a medium sized Scrump backpack. Opening that and digging into that one next, for his earphones. “Honestly…twelve hours isn’t that long. You sound like a brat.” Chan-bye teased relentlessly, using his hand to hide the endless stream of chuckles. “I told you to bring things on your carry on, that will keep you entertained. Since I’m so nice, I will share my stuff with you.” The rebel scout stated, patting the older male’s arm in a somewhat condescending manner. 

Continuing to dig around in his bag, Byeol finally pulled out a juice box and small pocky box. Opening it as he listened to David defend himself, unable to help the small scoff of amusement. He turned in his seat to talk face to face with his friend, lazily sipping from the straw of his drink; then shook his head. “I don’t know Davey there are many other ways of getting from some other place, to here. Maybe you took a train? Or bus? But…I can tell that this is your first time on a plane.” Of course he didn’t actually know if this was David’s first time on a plane or not, but teasing him was still just as much fun. “Okayy….if you say so…I’ll make sure to remember that, when you’re all tense and fidgety at the first rock of the plane.” Chan-bye finished, turning to face the correct way and fastening his seatbelt; sending one last smirk towards the man, as the aircraft began moving. 

Not even three hours into the flight, and Byeol was already out cold; using the plush backpack as a makeshift pillow. Earphones still pumping out music, as he snored lightly. Another thirty minutes of blissful sleep, did he wake up; pausing the music and stretching out his arms. Being sure to over dramatically do so, and ‘accidentally’ hit David a few times in the process. “You look bored, David…do you wanna play a game? I brought cards, and I have my 3DS and a spare one, or you can watch a movie with me.” Chan-bye offered sweetly, already having a way to mess with his older friend with each given option.

David rolled his eyes. “Not very nice looking? That’s bullshit and you know it.” He knew he could be intimidating at times ( read: all the time ) but he liked to think he wasn’t an obvious criminal. With how little suspicion he drew to himself, it was impossible for him to think otherwise, even if most of his inconspicuous appearance came from his abilities rather than looks alone. “I don’t look evil, at any rate.” While he didn’t necessarily put weight to the word ( or any morally charged statement, for that matter ) he refused to believe that anyone else could either -- at least in regards to him. He was above those concepts and everyone had to know it. “Why the hell would I apologize for that, of all things? It was hilarious!” No doubt Byeol disagreed, but he didn’t tend to take anyone else’s opinions into account. “Besides, you need to get over that ridiculous phobia of yours. Ghosts aren’t even real.” As far as he was concerned, anyway.

He snorted, shaking his head. “You’re the brat here,” he shot back, a bit more childishly than he intended. "What exactly was I supposed to bring? I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not exactly surrounded by possessions.” His car and his cellphone we about the only things he kept, aside from the array of supplies he used in his less friendly excursions. He shot a glare in Chan-bye’s direction as he patted at his knee, though for the moment he held back the threat at the tip of his tongue -- he figured being violently minded wouldn’t go over so well with the rest of the passengers. Especially passengers rich enough to afford first class. “I don’t need your charity. I’m perfectly capable of entertaining myself for twelve hours.” At least, he thought he was. Whether he was right or not remained to be seen. “Jesus Christ, you’re infuriating! This isn’t my first time flying, for god’s sake,” he snapped back, lying. Was it really that obvious that he’d never been on a plane before? Not that it mattered -- he’d refuse it either way.

Approximately three hours into the flight, David realized he hadn’t been so right about things after all. While he certainly wasn’t afraid of flying, boredom had set in long ago and at this point he was gritting his teeth together to stop from violently assaulting the first person to make a noise -- especially given that such a person was snoring beside him. He grated his jaw together more tightly as Byeol knocked into him, taking a deep breath to try and settle his irritation. The last thing he needed was to kill someone over a flight. “I’m fine,” he said, surprised at how level he was able to keep his tone, “mind your own business.” There was the irritability. “If you want to play a game, that’s fine with me, but don’t go pretending like it’s charity.”

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He bit back a groan as she slithered up to straddle his hips, his grip on the bedspread relaxing slightly -- at least until she began to grind against him. “I never claimed to be patient,” he panted, his voice strangled with lust ( and the telltale bite of impatience, of course ). He wasn’t known for many virtues ( vices were more of his area of expertise ), and waiting was a one-way ticket to hell as far as he was concerned. Even so, he couldn’t deny that her teasing had its place, and the motel they’d slipped into was as appropriate as anything, even if he was more desperate than most might find themselves. Then again, with her ( unknown ) abilities, it was impossible to be sure. “Jesus,” he grunted as she rocked against him with more persistence, hooking an arm around her waist as she leaned in to press up against him. “I’m not usually one for begging,” he growled, exhaling sharply as she bit at his earlobe, “but you have made me a desperate man.” He slid a hand up to rest against her back, his fingernails digging just slightly into her flesh. “God, I need you.”

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chanhyeok-byeol:

Having huffed at the obviously rhetorical question, Chan-bye had just nudged at David’s leg until the man bent, and took the offered envelope. Giving a small yip in acknowledgement at the scratch, and making sure David opened the envelope and retained the information; before trotting off to go and pack his things. 

Now back in present time, he let out a small chuckle at David being held up at the security gates; but it was understandable. “Well…maybe its because you look very suspicious David. It’s understandable though, you look like…very evil. It was probably karma for dragging me into the the haunted house.” Chan-bye jabbed jokingly, as they walked down the spacious aisle of the first class section. He stopped right in front of their aisle, exchanging a few words with his brother in Korean; before stepping into the row to take the window seat. “He is putting away my luggage since I can’t reach, you can leave yours and he’ll do the same.” The youngest of the group told David, as he sat in the comfortable seat and began digging around in his backpack. 

At the dramatic question, the rebel scout couldn’t hold back a laugh; shaking his head as he pulled out his phone. “Davey….we’re flying straight from Pansaw to Incheon, so we have the most time possible for the vacation. It is a two month long vacation, so we will spend the first month in between Incheon and Seoul; then the last one we will fly to Busan.” He explained, then noticed how fidgety his friend seemed to be. A small smirk spread across his face as he pounced quickly on the risen opportunity. “Is this your first time on a plane? I sure hope that you don’t mind the turbulence that usually happens, I hear that first timers on planes get super sick. And like….nauseous…probably have to run to the restroom to throw up. Yikes.” Chan-bye said smugly, sending a message to his friends that he would be there in a couple of hours. “I mean…if you can’t handle a little turbulence, how will you handle all the trains and busses we will be taking? Poor little Davey, don’t worry. When I was scared of riding on planes, I would sit with my sisters or huddle up by my brother. The only difference is…well…I wasn’t old, I was six.” He chuckled as smugly, leaning back comfortably in the seat as he waited for David’s response.

He fixed Chan-bye with a harsh stare -- using just enough of his ability to make him physically uncomfortable -- before he bothered to address his blasphemy. “I don’t look suspicious,” he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m too good-looking for that. And evil, as if!” He couldn’t necessarily argue with the idea that he had a nasty streak to him, but he liked to think his appearance wasn’t as off-putting as his personality. “Besides, there’s no such thing as karma. If there was, it’d take more than dragging you to a haunted house to set it on me.” That, and he was certain being an active serial murderer would make him the least lucky person in the entire world. As it so happened, he felt reasonably content with his life -- few things bothered him about it. At least, as far as he told anyone. Any resentment for his situation was well hidden.

Perfectly content to hand the task of putting luggage away to someone else, he placed his bag down near Byeol’s brother. He, of course, was perfectly able to reach the top of the plane, but if there was one motto he lived by, it was one where he never did anything himself unless it was clearly necessary. Afterwards, he slipped into the seat beside Chan-bye, watching as he dug through his backpack for who knows what -- very little made sense when it came to him. For all he knew, it could’ve been a full course meal! Or a small army of kittens. “What does any of that have to do with flight times? Twelve hours is too long,” he practically whined, looking over the use of a dreaded nickname.... just this once. Of course, two months was comparatively longer, but he liked to think they wouldn’t be trapped on a plane for that amount of time.

As soon as a smirk spread across Byeol’s face, he knew he was in for some teasing. Not necessarily the effective kind, but with his low threshold for irritation, he was bound to rile him up enough to fight back with less tact. “It’s not my first time,” he scoffed, lying, “I’ve been on airplanes before. How do you think I got to Pansaw in the first place?” Driving, but Chan-bye didn’t need to know that. He’d never claimed to have his rust-bucket of a car before he arrived, had he? He rolled his eyes as the smaller man continued, leaning his head back against the seat. “Turbulence won’t bother me -- and neither will anything else, for that matter. I’m above fear.” 

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Sharp teeth grated together as she continued to suck at his cock, his fingers digging into the bed-sheets almost enough to tear them -- the hand raking at her scalp, for the moment, was half a moment a way from ripping right into her skull. He didn’t pretend to have much self control ( especially when it came to sex ) but as much as he enjoyed letting loose, he did his best to reign himself in. The last thing he wanted was another unwanted death on his hands, especially when they hadn’t even gotten to the good parts. Only one thing seemed to stand between and certain success: her relentless torment. If there was one thing in the world he had trouble dealing with appropriately, it was delaying gratification -- her slow and steady approach was nothing short of torture. A guttural moan rumbled through his chest as she swallowed him to the hilt, darker scales creeping up the back of his neck as another ( too intense ) wave of lust crashed over him. “Oh, god,” he nearly snarled, finally finding the self control to pull her up from between his legs, his breathing labored. “You continue like that, sweetheart,” he panted, “and you’re going to have to wait before you get anything else.”

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chanhyeok-byeol:

Though strange as it may be, Chan-hyeok Byeol did consider David to be one of his closest friends. Sure, the man literally drug him into a a haunted house, threatened to dismember him, as well as a variety of rather…violent threats. But he was technically one of Chan-bye’s first friends, when he moved to Pansaw; and the boy would admit that he did think of the older man as another older brother of sorts. As well as a best friend, be it David agreed or not. Which is why when summer finally rolled around, and his family were buying their plane tickets for their annual vacation back home; he had brought up buying an extra one, for the corruption manipulator. His parents had pretty much adopted the man, into their already large family; all three of his sisters thought he was great to have around, and his brother certainly enjoyed teaming up with the man, to pick on Chan-bye.

Once he had the tickets, the young rebel scout had trotted down in his fox form, where David usually kept his car parked. Ending up having to sniff him out, when the man wasn’t there; but finding him in a rather short amount of time, and merely handing him the envelope he’d been carrying. Said envelope having a the straight flight ticket to his home country and a note saying to pack, be ready, and meet him at the airport with a time and date.

Flight day approached quickly and soon enough Byeol and his family where waiting in the lounge area, waiting to be boarded onto first class. He smelt him, wander near the lounge area, before he saw him; and Chan-bye went to grab him, so they could all load the plane together. “Hey, we are getting ready to board the plane already, why do you take so long to come over here?” He half whined, grabbing the man’s arm and tugging him along, using his free hand to adjust one of the many bobby pins, keeping his hair off and out his face. “You act like you have never been on a plane before, you know that first class always goes on first.” He finished, grabbing his backpack and carry on luggage with him as they approached the entry gate. “We’re sitting together, with Tae-min, in the three seats behind my sisters.” The metahuman replied, and pointed to the row where his brother sat waiting. “You didn’t bring a laptop or anything…what will you do for the twelve hours? Just…sleep?” 

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He’d been wandering around the shadier parts of Pansaw when the little fox found him, and though he hadn’t been expecting the visit, it wasn’t necessarily an unwelcome one. Putting his hands on his hips, he stared down at the animal with a brow raised and a smirk stretched across his lips. “What are you doing out in a place like this, kid?” he asked, though of course he didn’t expect a coherent answer while the boy appeared to be a fox -- especially not with an envelope clamped gently between its teeth. He stooped down to take it when it was offered to him, giving the animal a quick scratch behind the ears before he stood back to his full height. He didn’t know what was in the damn thing ( could’ve been another prank, for all he knew ) but he figured if it was urgent enough for Chan-bye to come find him, he might as well have opened it.

Besides, despite the constant string of threats David snarled at him whenever they were in each others’ company, he was something like a little brother to him. Even the rest of his family had seemed to be perfectly content with letting him into their home, and while he’d never exactly been one for the whole togetherness thing, it’d been nice to feel wanted. It’d been a long time since he’d found any acceptance in others, and despite that he had no doubts that’d his true colors would be much less easy to swallow, he decided to enjoy it while it lasted. After all, with sparingly few friends and no relatives to speak of, he had to take what he could get. 

As it happened, the envelope in question had held an plane ticket and an invitation to a vacation, of sorts, and thus he found himself making his way through the Pansaw airport, grumbling to himself about most of the process -- at least he could skip security. “Hey, I was getting through security. It’s not exactly a short process,” he lied, his tone a bit more defensive than necessary. He’d never been on a plan in his entire life, let alone in first class. The amount of money it took to buy the goddamn ticket was more than he’d seen in his entire life! When they finally boarded the plane -- more quickly than he’d thought -- he followed Byeol back to where they were assigned to sit, turning back to face him when he mentioned exactly how long their flight would be. “Did you just say we’d be in this damn thing for twelve hours?” he asked, a bit more dramatically than what was necessary. “I thought they’d have made planes faster by now.”

Summer Vacation ;; David & Chan-bye

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“Here’s hoping,” he purred, his tone more teasing than anything else -- with the experience she’d just proven, he didn’t expect to be disappointed. As she wrapped her lips back around his cock he groaned loudly, his head dropping back down onto the mattress and his hips surging up to push him deeper into her throat. His hand once again found itself tangling in her hair, raking down her scalp to get a good grip, a throaty growl pulling itself from his lips as she moaned around his shaft. Scales skittered down along where her she dragged her nails across his thighs, drawing a strangled hiss from his throat and causing his fingers to fist in the bedspread. “Oh, fuck,” he grunted, digging his fingernails into her scalp as she brought a hand up to tease between his legs.

Saturday Night’s Alright || Cass & David

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“I’m sure I could find some way to disagree,” he purred, more teasingly than anything else. At this point, there wasn’t anything he wanted to disagree with, especially not in regards to enjoying the moment. He leaned his head back against the mattress as she continued to hum around his cock, his fingers clawing at her scalp as she pressed down to immobilize his hips. His eyes flickered between their usual gray-blue and ghostly silver when he felt her nails dig into his sides, his teeth grating together to force back the moan that rose in his throat – needless to say, she was clearly experienced. “Definitely,” he said, loosening his grip on her hair ( he didn’t want it to be too painful, after all ), just short of breathlessness. “If that’s how the rest of the night is going to go, you can take it as anything you want.”

Saturday Night’s Alright || Cass & David

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David smirked into the kiss as she agreed, curling his fingers just slightly tighter around her throat -- not quite enough to uncomfortable, though the temptation was stronger than he’d like to admit. For now, his goal was to have them both satisfied, and not have himself kicked out of the room for daring to play a bit too roughly. As she dragged her nails down his back he hissed against her lips, a web of scales temporarily shifting across where she’d clawed at him. “Have to agree with you there,” he husked, a playful ( and wolfish ) expression sliding onto his face as she rolled him over and straddled him. “Do you now?” he asked, biting at the inside of his lip as her fingers began undoing the button on his jeans; once she’d began to slide them off, he lifted his hips slightly to make the job less of hassle. He exhaled sharply as her hum sent a fresh wave of desire rolling through him, barely having time to recover before she swallowed down his cock. Grunting, a hand shot out to tangle in her hair, his eyes gleaming a ghostly silver. “Fuck.”

Saturday Night’s Alright || Cass & David

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“Well…to be very fair, sir; I don’t think…thirty seconds is…well you know…enough time.” Chan-bye began, digging into his bag to pull out a small Pocky™ box; and taking a stick out to put in his mouth. “I’m pretty sure…I’ve used like…half of that time already. In my opinion, you should…give someone more time to explain; before you stab them to death. Especially since you know…it takes…like..well..time, to process the threat and everything.” He rambled, eating the chocolate covered stick and looking out the window at the rain; still heavily coming down. 

After staring off into space for a few moments, he snapped his attention back to the man in front of him. “Oh! Uhmm…yeah…I’m not like…really sure how to steal a car. I mean…if you just left the keys in the car…and the doors unlocked…then…I guess i could steal it. But ahh…yeah…I don’t know how to hot wire a car…or uh…drive for that matter.” The boy admitted, with a sort of embarrassed chuckle; continuing to eat. “Anyways, I was here because I was walking home. But then…it started raining…and so I didn’t want to get all wet and sick and cold; so I thought I would sit in here and wait for a little bit…until it cleared up a little bit. I thought it was you know..abandoned. so that’s why…I’m here.” He finished with a large exhale, sinking further into the seat and holding the box out towards the man. 

“You can have some…ahhh…I don’t know your name, but uhm…sorry for breaking into your car.” Chan-bye finalized, staring back out the window with a dazed look. “I like watching rain..its..entertaining; don’t you think?” 

The response to his threat was... less serious than he’d hoped, and he had to wonder if the younger man thought he’d been joking. He hadn’t been, of course, and the body count he’d acquired in his ( recent or otherwise ) history attested to that, but unless Byeol had supernatural gifts that allowed him to read minds, he’d have no access to that information. David himself had thought that his intimidating appearance alone would be enough to sway him, but the more Chan-bye continued to talk, the more obvious it became that he hadn’t been nearly as receptive to his threat as he’d hoped. Instead of actually explaining himself, he’d first gone into a much-too-detailed speech about how unfair it was to be given such a short interval of time -- while eating, at that -- and afterwards had seemed to be distracted by the weather. By the time he got to his actual explanation, David was staring at him with such an intense mixture of pure exhaustion and murderous rage that for a moment, he sent forth his influence in the form of physical pain.

After he noticed its effects, he wiped the expression from his face, shoving his anger away and allowing his exhaustion to provide him with the only emotion he could muster up in that moment: acceptance. Clearly, this oddball of a man wasn’t going to be leaving his car until the rain let up, and as tempting as it was to throw him back out onto the streets, he could barely keep his eyes open, let alone pull himself together for a nice hard shove. “So, what you’re saying is you don’t have an excuse for somehow managing to break into my car?” he asked, though the irritation in his tone was fainter than it’d been before. “Fine, fine. Just make yourself scarce when the rain lets up and we won’t have a problem,” he continued, sighing melodramatically. “Name’s David.”

Fox and the Hound || David & Chan-bye