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[thekinkyleopard]

The Real Story

Remi x Levi lore

A Live Transcript Series

Part: 1

Author’s Notes: Hello Revi lovers! Should we call y’all Snow puppies? I dig it. Me and @aller-geez have decided to release weekly transcripts of our current canon storyline between Remi and Levi! Everything in this story is true to and for each character, whatever you read in these transcripts, is lore for both and all characters mentioned. Just a lovely reminder that Aller-Geez is the owner of Remington (and other characters she may/will play) and most of the art, unless disclosed otherwise! Enjoy 🫶🏻

Description: Two shifters on the run cross paths, how will they concur their inner demons, self doubt and misery in order to work together to achieve their dreams. What will become of the Snow Leopard and the Black Wolf?

⚠️TW⚠️

RATED: 18+ ONLY for mature themes and language. Themes including; Substance abuse, mental illness, gore, sexual, emotional and physical abuse.

Geezy: Funny how the moments that we REALLY need something to not go wrong always end up with the universe deciding that’s exactly what's going to happen, huh? It was almost like whatever higher power out there knew Remington was in a hurry to handle his shit and get the fuck out of town, and did everything in their power to cause him to stay in the very city his own mother was killed in. It was supposed to be a relatively easy handful of small errands to get him squared away, but nothing was ever easy for the wolf, was it? He was SUPPOSED to only have to stop at his uncles garage before leaving town, where he could drop off his old car, and leave with a fully converted van, a new identity, and a small amount of pocket cash to get him through until he could come up with a new way of procuring money. But that definitely was not how it played out. When he arrived to his uncles shop in a panic, he discovered the shop looking like a tornado had gone through it. Almost every window and mirror to every car was smashed out, glass strewn all over the floor that crunched under his feet as he looked for his uncle. Papers from his uncles personal desk littered the empty space between the glass and other tools that were strewn about. With no luck finding his uncle or anything that would indicate his uncle had been there when they ransacked the place, he was about to make a mad dash for his car, but suddenly something caught his attention once out in the front yard. Tucked off to the side by the old dumpsters sat a dingy looking white van that had paint lifting on every side, and cobwebs sticking to the tires that hadn’t been moved in who knows how long. “You gotta be kidding me…” Remi muttered softly under his breath in a rough voice, before cautiously making his way towards the beat up van. Once next to the van, he could see the torn seats, and the leaves that made small piles on the floor in the front. He opened the drivers side door, and tucked inside one of the rips in the leather seat laid a small, discolored key. “Uncle Ivan.. if you’re alive, and I find you after this, I’ll kill you myself..” the raven haired male growled, gripping the key from the seat and sliding into the drivers side. He slammed the key in the ignition, his neon green eyes constantly scanning the horizon in case his friends decided they wanted to finish the job they started here earlier. “No cash, or social security card like he promised me.. and the..” Four long fingers stretched up towards his head, making air quote gestures. “iTs A fUlLy CoNvErTeD vAn, my ASS, UNCLE.” Remi hissed, turning the key aggressively. The poor van’s engine sputtered, and it took every ounce of self control to keep himself together. With one last twist of the key, Remi’s new “house” finally coughed to life, and he’d never floored a vehicle so quickly in his life. Before a few minutes pass, he’s finally on the highway, heading to the furthest place he could manage before his body gives out to exhaustion.

Kezzi: It was such a beautifully starlit night on the evening of day 3 of Levi’s stay at the Lake front Rest Area. It was his favorite in the whole state and would never miss the opportunity to stay for at least a week. It was prime location as he could park his bus diagonally to the shore view, so every morning he could wake up with the most gorgeous scene of the lake. “You know, I should grill up some of this fish I caught earlier since everyone has cleared out,” he said out loud standing outside his fridge looking his produce up and down. “Fish kebabs? Grilled fish and steamed rice?…ugh but then I gotta get the furnace going for the rice pot…hmmm…kebabs,” he settled on a decision and gathering various veggies along side the bucket of fish. Levi was a man of order and routine, so he had to get what he needed for his meal before he could set up the fire. Once everything was right, Levi took some wood from the storage compartment just outside the bus and got to working on building his fire, which didn’t take him long at all. Seeing as he’d been living the life of a nomad since he was 14 years old with his mom, and once she passed away when he was 17 he used the knowledge from her, and the people he has met along the way to survive. He had to learn how to build, farm, create, it took Levi the last 5 years of constant hard work selling content online to build his dream bus to standard. He had sort of grown up in an RV, which became the government’s after his mother’s death, so he couch hopped and worked as a waiter and dancer to buy his current bus. Sold his car because he was committed to the idea of using his bus as a vehicle and home. The duo hair colored man began to slid his pre cut pieces of fish onto the skewers, he had also brought out, with equally cut pieces of vegetables slid on after every other fish piece. Once he had a hefty pile of dressed skewers he began to hold them two at a time over the fire. Focused on the status of his meal he didn’t even notice the rather sketchy and beat up van that slowly approached the rest stop parking lot.

Geezy: By time the van crunched across the loose gravel of the worn parking lot, Remi had been driving for 37 hours straight. He had only stopped for a quick pee, and to grab another bottle of those caffeine pills that truckers take, and his fourth wind was slowly starting to falter. Now that the adrenaline had finally left his body from the entire ordeal he had went through just days earlier, his bright green eyes were just ever so slightly dimmed, and he just looked completely worn out. Bruises and deep scrapes covered his body, and he had deep purple circles under his eyes. “Okay..” he sighed to himself, taking a quick look around as he made his way through the parking lot. “As much as I’d hate to be around so many other cars, I think if I were to try and drive any further, I’d be lucky to wrap you around a tree.” Remi mumbled deliriously, patting one large hand on the dashboard of the van. A large empty area at the very back of the parking lot that backed up towards part of the lake caught the wolf’s eye, and he clicked his tongue in satisfaction before backing in to the spot. As the giant van came to a stop, it clanked and lurched forward a bit, and Remi grimaced before taking the keys out of the ignition. “Ah, I bet they’d have something to buy to eat up there..” his stomach growled with passionate agreement.

Kezzi: Levi finished up his last few skewers as he noticed the tall, long, dark haired man wandering about the lot after parking the world’s most offensive to look at vehicle. He picked up his plate of food and stood beside his bus door for a bit, his curiosity getting the best of him. Still holding his dish of kebabs in one hand he pushed some of his loose hawk out of his eyes. His clear blue orbs traced carefully as the wolf walked about in search of a food source, he could assume. As the man was freakishly angry being faced with the one snack machine they had out there, but was well known for eating change without exchange. Shaking his head back and forth he cups his free hand around his mouth. “Hey! The store closes at sun down, and you’re better off fishin out on the lake than you are to bunk on with that there disposal,” the male had a light tone to his voice but clearly a slight accent, he was pointing towards the said machine he’d mentioned. Having felt satisfied relaying this information he disappeared inside his bus to build himself a plate, drink, napkins, the works. Collecting all the necessities, but still being classically nosey, he walked back outside his bus to sit at a conveniently close by picnic bench.

Geezy: Remi stood there for a second in front of the machine, his body literally seething as he fought hard to hang on to the one thread of sanity had left in his body. “Of course I am..” the wolf made a very disgusted face, sticking his tongue out slightly. “I think I’d rather starve then eat anything with scales..” Remi realized in his head that he probably couldn’t afford to be picky at this very moment, but his stubbornness clearly took over his self preservation. With a defeated sigh, the man slumped his shoulders and stuffed his hands in his pocket, fishing out his beat up phone.  “Well, guess I won’t be staying HERE for too long..” His facial expression changed to one of concern as his green eyes scanned the Lock Screen to see that he had no messages, or missed calls from a uncle Ivan, or anyone who even knew the struggle he’d had. He sighed again, defeated, before making his way back to his beat up van. He gripped the discolored handle of the side door, and attempted to pull it open, however it was of course a rolling turd of a van, so it didn’t budge. He had to put all of his left over strength, which wasn’t much, into ripping the door open. It made a huge bang once the wheels finally broke free of the dirt and rust that had been sitting on it for who knows how long, which made the wolf wince and rub his temples. “Gah, after the last few days I’ve had, I should be able to HIBERNATE in this bitch..” He shakily sat on the edge of the van his feet still planted firmly on the gravel ground. “I’ll have to get a blanket and pillow tomorrow..” There was no way Remi could convince himself he was ready to lay down on the corrugated metal that made up the vehicles floor.

Kezzi: The whole scene was witnessed by the very intrigued leopard. He’d people watched a many in his life, and he could detect a struggling soul from a mile away. “This guy is something…” mumbling out to himself as he took the last few bites of fish he had left. Finishing up his meal the leopard continued to contemplate how he could possibly help this sorry man, with his sorry van. Getting up and off the bench, tossing his dishes in the sink real quick he came back out and made his way over to his storage chests, stacked on the bike rack located toward the back of his bus. Taking gentle hands against the latches he input the code, then clicked them open leisurely and began to dig inside his chests. After a few minutes he was able to acquire a few of his extras. Inside he was able to retrieve one large 1lb bag of high quality jerky he had picked up a week prior from a small family owned business on his way up here, a large soft black blanket, a decently stuffed pillow with a Rasta pattern case on it, and a couple bottles of water. Placing all these things neatly inside a basket, he made his way slowly over to the sketchy van and dropped the care package with a gentle “thump” at his feet. “I don’t know you, you don’t know me, but I know when someone is in need, I’m Levi,” he stuck out his hand in a proper greeting format, his face morphed into a bright, inviting smile that seemed to gleam under the night stars, his eyes squinted closed and his freckled cheeks crinkled. The smaller of the two was wearing cut off, tight, ripped up jean shorts with a light blue muscle tank, as in particular fashion for him, he was without any shoes, Levi hated shoes, he was a socks or barefoot kind of fellow.

Geezy: The soft thump of the strangers care packaged made the wolf jump nearly two inches off of the metal he was sitting on, breaking his train of thought. A snarl formed on his disheveled face, showing his near freakishly white teeth, which looked strange against the weary backdrop of his face. His eyes were a little sunken in and bloodshot, only making his green eyes stand out even more, and clear veins from both stress and exhaustion protruded from his temples and neck. “I’m not in need, I just haven’t been out this way before..” Remi growled at the man, his posture changing to one of defense. The wolf’s large frame had a big, grey hoodie with some music artist lazily thrown over it, and the tight black jeans that were just a little too short on such long legs had a rip in one knee that the male happened to be fidgeting with when Levi came up. Toxic green eyes were locked on the strangers hand, until they began to follow up his arm and fell intimidatingly on this man’s freckled cheeks.

Kezzi: Levi blinked once, then twice. His facial expression was un-phased by the seemingly violent aura this stranger was seeping with. As he eyed the man up and down, retracting his hand he gave a short roll of his eyes that followed with a cocky smirk. “Sure, big guy, I know, it’s very threatening to receive a care package from a twink, MY BAD,” the messy haired 27 year old poked at him with an offended tone to his Irish accent. He was starting to consider that he may just have tried to help a homophobe. Why else would someone be so offended by his approach? He’s not exactly what anyone would call scary…in this form. “Look, whatever, my bad just don’t hate crime me for trying to be a decent person alright?” He said harshly, giving him another once over before turning now on his heels. He really wanted to believe the best in people and especially strangers he would meet along the road, the idea of community, and his name meaning the joining of harmony, he felt a sort of duty to be the harmony everywhere he went, but this dude was clearly in a bad way and had no intentions of having a friendly chat, and Levi wasn’t one to stay where he wasn’t wanted. However, He also wasn’t going to take it too personally, he was just going to continue to be the gorgeous ray of sunshine that he always is.

Geezy: ‘Hate…. crime….?’ Remi thought to himself, although the amount of thought it took to even process the world around him made his caffeine overloaded brain throb. Confusion fell across his face, which he’d be lying if he tried to say that wasn’t his usual, default face. Watching as the stranger turned to leave, the wolf can feel his muscles slowly unwind themselves, and the adrenaline start to leave his face once again. He let out a weary exhale, but the breath that was brought back into his lungs afterward willed an amazing odor into his sinuses. His green eyes snapped open, and he took a few more good deep breaths in through his nose, before sniffing softly and discovering the scent that was already making his mouth overflow with saliva was coming from the strangers bag. The man quickly looked back up to see the stranger was already back near his own camper van, seeming to have not been phased at all by their conversation. His eyes darted back down to the bag on the ground, and then back at Levi. His breath caught in his throat, and he attempted to nonchalantly, but still sneakily slide the bag towards him, and bring it in to the van for him to closely inspect. Once the bag was in his possession, he scrunched his very lanky body into the back of the van’s uncomfortable metal floor with his legs crossed and the strangers bag in front of him, and closed the sliding side door loudly behind him. His heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his ears at he stared at the strange bag, clearly suffering some sort of PTSD from the ordeal with his mother and uncle. He knew in his heart that this stranger that was nothing but smiles PROBABLY wouldn’t be involved with.. them.. but his gut couldn’t let him let his guard down. He finally was able to break his trancelike stare on the bag, to unzip the top, and his nerves instantly soften once he is able to lay eyes on the contents. The very top of the bag was the pillow, which even his own paranoid brain couldn’t come up with ulterior motives for. He gently took the pillow from the top, and that’s when he saw it, his breath catching in his chest and that /scent/ filling his nose again. The bag of jerky made him quiver, his stomach again growling loudly and twisting on itself. How had he let himself get so hungry that he was almost in tears to see something as simple as beef jerky? He had no idea, but there was no other thought in his head besides devouring the dried meat. Putting the pillow to the side, he grabbed the jerky in a panic, ripping the top with his increasingly shaky hands, and grabbing the biggest piece he could find to stuff in his large waiting mouth. Once he took a huge bite from the chunk in his trembling hands, he exhaled in satisfaction and leaned back against the side of van. The hair raised on his neck and arms from the goosebumps, and his eyes became slightly misty when he realized the actual kindness from this random person, who didn’t know him in any capacity, but still went out of his way for the dark haired man. That wasn’t something Remi experienced ever in life. Even his mother and Uncle both had their own secret agendas. How did this small man not have his own skeletons in his closet? He wondered to himself as he chewed, slowly feeling more strength return to his sullen body.

Kezzi: Levi had made it back into his own bus and tried to shake off the weird vibes he was essentially overcome with. Who was that guy? Why is he out here? “Why do you care? It’s just another passerby!” He said throwing his hands up in exhaustion. “Let’s just get comfy in our Jammie’s, maybe go out on the shore and smoke a J or 3….then bed time!” Hands flattening out around his space of existence as he spoke. He was talking to himself so casually as he began the ultimate shuffle through his drawers and compartments. Levi changed into a pair of black with white trimmed baseball shorts and a long black graphic t-shirt that went past the shorts and almost made one wonder why he wore them anyway, but it was for the aesthetic. The graphic was a pink circle, with an alien holding a yellow balloon. It was a Guardin shirt (unbeknownst to him) he picked up at a goodwill during a stop, far too big for him but he really liked aliens and for $3 he didn’t pass it up. Once he was properly dressed for bedtime, he yoinked three joints out of his stash box along with a lighter, slipped on some fuzzy black slippers and scuffled his way to the shore of the water. It was blackened by the night sky but illuminated by the moon and stars, it was one of Levi’s most favorite views. He remembered when his mom first took him out here as a teen…right after grandma Orla died and his mom was contemplating selling her house for an RV. She had taken Levi across trip in a fancy model she borrowed off one of the many men she used. Eve wanted to give Levi the chance to see how much fun it would be even though his siblings were gone. Of course, it hadn’t been much of what she promised when it came to, but Levi still had nice moments of fishing with his mama down by the lake here. Cares behind them as the sun shined against their pale Irish skin. He sparked up a joint, while he stuck the other two, one behind each of his ears. Taking a long inhale of the herb stick he shortly exhaled it in a slow, relaxed manner, all worries of the strange man in the rotting van were but another experience given to the ether now. It was just him and Mother Nature again, Levi against the world. He chuckled to himself, though it was full of emotion. “Damn, Mam’ I miss you like…barmy…” he sighed out loud, taking in another hit.

Geezy: Before he could even blink, the wolf had cleaned out the whole bag of jerky, and even ripped the bag down the side to be able to lick the crumbs off the side. He had no idea he was so hungry, but running for your life for 37 hours in an “RV” that always felt like it would shake a little too hard just once and completely fall apart, on top of his mother being killed and Uncles entire garage being trashed would definitely do that to anyone. But he would have to really check the poor vehicle he was supposed to call home for however long out once he finally was able to relax somewhere. If there was one thing in life he knew how to do, it was work on cars. At the very least, Remi could get it running better than it did when it drove off the lot, if he had the resources. But here? Who knows if he could work enough magic enough to even consider it a reliable vehicle. But, that was to be a thought for another day. Grabbing a water bottle from the care package, again stopping to appreciate the man, what did he say his name was? Levi? Levi’s generosity to even include it with the things he brought him. He chugged the whole large water bottle, drinking it so quickly that the plastic crunched in on itself and a small bit rolled down his chin. The last swallow choked him up a bit, but he quickly recovered and snatched the pack of Camels with his zippo lighter inside out of the cup holder in the front of the vehicle. He attempted to open the two back doors that were nearly rusted together, but even with all of his 170 pounds, he couldn’t open them. Finally, one foot crashed against one of the two doors loudly and it broke the seal enough that the door came flying open, hitting the side of the van when it did. Suddenly aware of the wolf’s presence in such a quiet place, he looked around cautiously a few times before sliding his boot-cladded feet onto the gravel once again. The wind-chill took him by surprise, causing his long arms to wrap around himself with a shiver, and a large yawn that exposed all of his weirdly white teeth. “Fuck all of this.” He finally muttered softly, putting a cigarette to his lips and flicking the zippo open to light it. He took a concerningly long drag from it, before taking it away and exhaling in a slow grey cloud of smoke, and resting his arm on his bent knee. What the fuck was he going to do? Was he supposed to look for his uncle? Interesting how he seemed to just disappear after his own sister was murdered, and RIGHT when he was the one that was supposed to be getting Remington out of town.. But Meeko.. Suddenly, Remi gasped softly, one large hand cupping his forehead as he doubled over, wincing. Fuck, man. His head felt like a bomb was constantly echoing in the chambers of his skull. He really physically couldn’t give the past week any more thought, or the stress would eat him alive. Completely standing now, Remi shook off the pain in his head and with it, the rest of his thoughts of anything besides finishing his cigarette so he might be able to curl up under the soft blanket Levi had given him, and finally get some well deserved rest.

Kezzi: Halfway through his second joint Levi decided it was getting too late to be out this far by himself so he started trailing his very stoned self out to the lot again. Joint still in hand he walked up the trail and through the parking lot again, and there he was. The strange man again. He really didn’t look well according to the nosey cat. “Not my circus, not my monkeys,” he sighed out a puff of marijuana smoke. Just at that moment his lanyard adorned in the many keychains he has collected through his travels, snapped. “Oh not again,” he sighed embarrassed this would happen just a few feet from the stranger. He felt a strange sensation crawl against his skin, like he was being perceived again. Scrambling now, he grabbed his keys, they jingled loudly and caught the attention of a nearby trucker exiting the bathroom. The tall, roundish man stopped in his tracks, the spurs on his boots made the sound of a tinkle that caused Levi’s inner alarms to start blaring inside his soul. Standing back up on both his feet, straightened back, head high, he started to walk, refusing to acknowledge the creepy existence of this burly man. Oh no…oh no…he left his knife inside…he couldn’t transform here either…he’d have to leave immediately…and he can’t run from another charge. He let someone take him down once before and he hasn’t let another soul get the best of him since. Drops of sweat started to form on the temples of his head, legs carrying him faster now when the man called out “Hey! Where you goin??” Oh shit, oh no. Faster Levi, this man is not prepared for the can of murder he is threatening to open. “Home! Leave me alone!” Levi shouted out back behind him. “Oh come on cutie, that’s no way to act at a rest stop! We can have some fun!” Okay Levi, keep calm, keep cool, everything is fine. Ignore the crazy man and get in your house, maybe go take a quick drive down the road and hide until the guy leaves? He could threaten him with the very large machete he kept for looks….’man I really don’t want to have to get my hands dirty tonight’…Levi concerned within himself as he heard the man speak again with more aggression in his tone. “Don’t be a prude, I’ll take it if I have to,” oh my god, this man wanted to die. Levi spun around and stood as tall as a man who was 5’8 and 120lbs could. “Can you maybe just take the no??” The man growled low in his throat, clearly his masculinity damaged by rejection and started to walk closer to Levi, the leopard’s light blue eyes starting to glow even in the darkened night. Way too noticeable. The man stuttered back, he paused. “You got some crazy ass eyes…” he muttered almost entranced but none the less was determined to at the very least, assert his dominance. The cat’s body started to crouch, legs parted and planted.

Geezy: Remi’s ears rang with the sound of the conflict just down the road a little, and at once all of his attention was directed there. Before he could even react, his body was already moving towards the grotesque man and the stranger that had been so kind to him. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, man.” Remi growled in a haunting voice; one so dark and unsettling that it would make the hairs raise on the back of your neck. As if by teleporting, Remi was already at the truckers side with one hand raised up with his palm out and completely flat. In one swift motion, his huge palm met the side of the mans face, and smashed the other side against the wooden frame of the gazebo type structure they were under. The mans fat cheeks squished out against the wood, panic filling his eyes as he whimpered to the wolf. “I think its time you made your way back to your own accommodations and leave this man alone like I’ve heard him tell you multiple times..” He dug his nails into the mans scalp as he pushed harder against his face, the mans eyes now so mushed that he could barely see out of them. “Or I’ll gut you like the pig you are.. right here in front of everyone..” The trucker gasped against the wood and began to wail loudly in tears, which caused a very familiar tingling to course through Remi’s entire body, starting in his toes and migrating up to his face until he could feel himself getting hot. His green eyes glowed so fiercely that he could see the reflection against the mans face, but he didn’t let up his grasp. The way a terrifying smirk crept across his face caused the man to urinate as he stood there, shaking against Remi’s hand, which was trembling with excitement. Seeing this pathetic display, he finally threw the man to the side by the sleeve of his shirt with a booming laugh that shook the ground a little. “Don’t ever let me catch you coming back around here bothering anyone else.” By this time, Levi had completely vanished from the wolf’s thought, and all he saw was red, from the offense he took of that DISGUSTING man thinking he could force himself on anyone. Remi’s long, fit body was at this point visible shaking with rage and disgust as he seethed, and it was almost if cartoon steam even shot from his ears. Even if he hated his Mother and everything she stood for, he watched her get raped and beaten by so many men her entire life. Hearing the familiar sounds in the distance from his van broke something in him, and he appeared to handle this strangers terrifying encounter that could have easily ended badly without thought.

Kezzi: Without a second to blink, think, or say a word the scene that unfolded before him started to play out within seconds but felt like hours. He kept looking around and the few people that had been out, decided it was best to go back, in. Wherever that was for them. People rarely called police around these areas anyway. Would take entirely too long for them to get there and do anything. Levi froze watching how the man tossed the trucker around like a rag doll. His cheeks got flushed and his body turned hot. “Oh please not now…” he muttered to himself way too quietly for anyone to hear, feeling just a slight tinge of arousal, because though the man was clearly tired and needed a good shower, he was fit and under this moonlight in these circumstances, god damn. He cleared his throat and just stood there after the perpetrator scrambled off lucky to still be alive after his encounter with the unhinged parking lot guest. Clearly he wasn’t a homophobe or out to harm Levi, as the very opposite had just been apparent to him. So what WAS the dude’s deal then? Clearly something was haunting his very essence but that was a mystery to everyone but Remi. The silence fell over them as his eyes lightened again, observing the aftermath. “Hey, I appreciate the help, I could have handled it myself but I do value the camaraderie…” his voice was soft, gentle, almost like the wind, his slippered feet came together at a point. Certainly it was better it ended this way, as Levi wasn’t sure exactly how alive he personally would have left the man but he was lucky. Grateful. Essentially, what the stranger did for him was preserve his ability to keep visiting his favorite place without worry. “But seriously…thanks…”he muttered scratching the back of his neck nervously, avoiding eye contact seeing as their last interaction wasn’t the most friendly, and he wasn’t sure how to communicate with this erratic raven haired man.

Geezy: Just as quickly as the sound of conflict caused the man to sprint from his van, Remi turned on his heels quickly to face the smaller male that he had instinctively come to rescue from the trucker. His grizzled features that only moments ago were so frightening that they made a grown man pee his pants, seemed to soften and almost show.. What was that feeling? Compassion? A very small, almost warm smirk spread across the man’s face, and his muscles could visibly be seen withdrawing from their tight grip. Much to even his own surprise, a deep chuckle escaped his lips. “I’m sorry about that..” he shook his head to try and dismiss the very loud scene that had caused moments earlier. “I don’t usually get involved in other peoples issues..” He adverted his bright green orbs to the ground momentarily, before returning his gaze once again. “It just makes my skin crawl that people like that are allowed to exist thinking they can just take whatever they want.” A quick memory of his own mother getting her face beaten in by one of the many men she tried to rely on caused him to grimace, one gleaming canine tooth being exposed. “Figured i should probably also thank you for the bag you tried to offer me earlier.. I’ve had a week from hell like you probably wouldn’t believe, but I shouldn’t have been an ass.” Remi almost /smiled/ sheepishly, using one large hand to push his disheveled black hair from his eyes. You would never imagine that just moments earlier, the wolf looked like something that was dragged from hell itself and spit out, as he now looked more human than he had the entire time he had been in this strange place. “How’d you know a guy could put down some teriyaki beef jerky?” He chuckled again, rubbing the back of his neck as a very slight pink flush splashed across his bruised cheeks.

Kezzi: The second their eyes met each other, something inside Levi turned on. Not him sexually, I mean, kind of, but no, this was something entirely new he had never in his life experienced before. It was almost like he hadn’t felt alive until this very moment in time. What was it?  He felt his cheeks get hot and they dusted rose as Remi spoke to him. He giggled into his hand softly, almost subconsciously unable to control this weirdly submissive feeling. “No, really, thanks, you’ve preserved something very special for me tonight,” his eyes closed as he smiled brightly, still flushed. When suddenly he was hit with an apology he actually looked quite shocked, Levi wasn’t used to hearing apologies, his shoulders dropped and his expression turned warmly. “No worries, the world is….like a bag of crystals. Some of the things you’ll encounter in it are meant to hurt you or protect you, I get the feeling, ” he shrugged it off easily as he pulled the last joint out of his ear and lifted it up to the taller man. “Well, I got more food stocked up in my place if you need a smoke, more food and just a safe place to relax for a few hours? I myself love a good bag of jerky…that was from a locally sourced farm I passed about 60 miles back nothin better than fresh jerky….” He realized he was babbling, oh no. He rarely got the chance to speak to other people, not like he didn’t try, certain areas are less friendly than others. “No pressure though, I would just like to properly thank you for the help back there… and forgive my tendency to pry but…” he pointed to the vehicle Remi had pulled up in, “that doesn’t look too comfortable…I’ve got an extra bed I could unfold,” he looked him with sincerity deep in his diamond blue eyes. Levi could tell this man wasn’t used to kindness or human decency by the sound of his responses, and If there was one thing he could offer was just that. If anything, the leopard could use a genuine friend.

Geezy: As if a bolt of lightening had struck him, all of Remi’s hair over his whole body began to stand on end, almost as if his own body was preparing for this kindness to be a trap again. However,  he was able to shove this random feeling of panic down to the very pits of his stomach, recovering in record time for the wolf even though it was very apparent that he was fighting some inner demons. “Eh, you’ve already helped me out so much, and you don’t even know me..” The wolf’s sheepish expression evolved into one of confusion, which seemed to fit his face somehow. “Aren’t you worried I’ll fuck you over, or steal your shit?” Remi asked, stuffing his hands in the front pocket of his large hoodie that hung lazily over his frame, almost making you wonder what size sweaters a man of his structure would have to buy for them to be so large. Glancing back over his shoulder at the embarrassment of a van that his uncle “gave” him, the man shook his head a few times with what looked to be a combination of annoyance, amusement, and worry all at once. “Yeah.. Ethel is a monstrosity..” A rough chuckle flowed out of him. “Mad long story you probably don’t care about, but in my defense, I wouldn’t be driving her if I had any other option.” He turned towards Levi again, a smile on his worn face that was something extremely rare to the wolf. He was completely taken off guard by both this strangers complete and utter trust of him, and his kindness towards a dirty stranger who was nothing but rude and unappreciative. But for some reason, the large man’s curiosity was winning out against his caution. Why did this stranger make him feel so many things? Why wasn’t Remi’s first instinct to be rude and otherwise unapproachable like he always was? It’s the tactic that kept him safe for so many years, and it was all just dissolving as his eyes locked with Levi’s. “That’s very kind of you.” Wow, those words felt so strange spilling off of his cracked lips. Had he ever spoken those words to anyone before? His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, but it only willed him towards the other. “I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

Kezzi: He couldn’t help it, truly he couldn’t, he was slightly awkward but too bold. “Look…” he giggled “the only things I have worth taking, most people could simply as for…I don’t have the most expensive shit, and anyone willing to steal all the food I worked hard to get, well, must need it more than me…you’ll see….it’s just plants and stuffies,” he laughed again almost trying to cover up he was actually embarrassed. Levi had old things, things people wouldn’t really go out of their way to want nor steal. He tried to live very minimal…the only thing he had a hard time with was stuffed animals. “I’ve been on the road for a long time now, I’ll tell you, I’ve had worse people than Mr. Beer Gut earlier, and I’ve also met some of the kindest, wisest souls behind the mask of dirt and bad hair….so trust me when I say, I’m not worried about you, and I hope, you don’t worry about me,” looking up at him again with that same sincere smile and brightly colored eyes. “You don’t need to make it up to me, you know…..” pausing “ I don’t know your name…you’re not obligated to give me a real name If you’re like….on the run or something but …” he shook his head trying to desperately stay on track. “The point is, My dear friend, you are worth bare necessities, you don’t owe me for helping you out in the most necessary human way I can, it’s the bare minimum! Best way you can thank me, is to remember this kindness and to pass it back into the world again shall the opportunity present itself!” he nodded his head in a ‘matter of factly’ type of way and then without a thought turned quickly on his heels and waved his hand, beckoning the large male to follow him. “Come now, I think I have something in the freezer you might enjoy,” knowing very well for certain he did. Levi resourced and collected his meats either through hunting or local indigenous hunters. He usually goes into the reservations, helps them clear their pest population and they reward him with tons of food. Problem is he doesn’t have a lot of space so he had to get creative in a few ways. Let’s just say some of the cabinets in his bus are actually tricked out mini freezers. Cat needs his protein. However, he still hunts when he can because it’s always important to eat a freshly caught meal. They got to the bus, Levi unlocked it and opened the door, quickly ducking inside to turn on his twinkling star lights giving a gentle ambience to the tiny home. “ Casa de Levi!” Letting out a shy snort as he began to shift his table décor around the space only to fold it down into a bed. “Hmm…” he compared the bed to Remi, looking him up and down, he sucked his lips in trying desperately not to laugh. “Okay, you can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on here…you’re clearly too tall for this one, but…I’d beg you to take a shower before sleeping in my bed,” he looked like he had sucked on a lemon, trying not to be rude but also trying to be honest that he didn’t want dirt in his precious safe space. “You can take a shower and I’ll cook up one of the steaks I got in here, do you want a baked potato on the side? Oh, everything in the shower feel free to use it’s all homemade soaps and stuffed, labeled,” Levi said without giving Remi much of a chance or choice to answer as he started taking things out of the freezer, fridge, cabinets, already in care taker mode.

Geezy: The wolf was literally dumbfounded by all of the different things Levi said he had while living in a van, let alone that he was being offered any of it, but he still followed behind Levi with both hands crammed in his pockets again. Remi had pretty much grown up on the streets, his mother a doormat that couldn’t even take care of herself, let alone a child, or a wolf child like Remington. Ever since he could remember his mother was drunk, pushing him on any family member or hell, friendly enough neighbor, that would agree to watch him for her. He always wore clothes that should have been thrown away years ago, with holes and loose threads hanging off of them, and shoes with holes straight through to the ground that barely stayed on his feet. He never went to school, as his mother would get in trouble for neglect if anyone saw him the way he was, and he was never even taught about being a wolf by anyone in his family. He only stayed around his mother during what would have been his high school years because his uncle was teaching him to build and work on cars. So the large man may not have the book smarts that he could have, but he could survive out on the street with nothing since he could walk. As they approached Levi’s RV, the wolf’s green eyes widened in amazement at the incredulous design, which was only intensified once inside. His sensitive nose was instantly assaulted with all of the delicious smells of all of the different kinds of meat in such a small area, giving Remi a sort of floaty high and making it difficult for him to think of much else. His stomach growled loudly, interrupting his deep concentration on the scents entering his nose, and refocusing him on the situation. Although he definitely hadn’t heard a single word out of Levi’s mouth until he was told he could sleep in Levi’s bed. “Huh? Oh..” he looked down at his clothes, suddenly noticing the once pristine fabric was fraying in some spots, stained in small blood droplets, and way darker than they were 4 days ago. He flipped his hands over in front of him, smirking at the amount of dirt and blood under his slightly sharpened nails. “Yeah, yeah, that’s totally reasonable.” He nearly let out a full laugh, and a smile spread across his face, something he hadn’t felt in god knows how long. “Honestly, load me up with whatever. I’m not picky..” Remi paused for a second. “Ehhh, anything but things with scales..” He made the same, disgusted face with his tongue partly out that he had made at the machine earlier, before letting that actual full laugh slip out of him. “..Thank you.” finally came from his lips in a soft tone, quite obvious that it wasn’t something he said very often either. “I’ll go take a shower.���

Kezzi: Laughing at his comment about scales, Levi continued to pull things out of his tiny kitchen space. Suddenly he paused “oh!….” He looked around and stuttered a-bit “hmm….” Disappearing behind the curtain of his “bedroom” Shuffling through his clothes he pulled out an overtly large pair of grey sweats and a smaller light blue tank top. Quickly he peeled the clean, but smelling like him, Alien shirt off his head. After which he slid the tank top over and then folded the shirt with the sweats, turned around and handed the clothes to Remi. “Sorry the shirt I was wearing is probably the only shirt I have that’ll fit you….it is clean though! Swear by it, only wore it for about an hour,” He said nervously before speaking again “The water should still be hooked up, hot is left and cold water is right,” pulling a towel out of a nearby compartment he also handed the wolf this article as well. “And to dry,” he said sheepishly grinning. “Take your time, I’ll be out here,” nodding his head, turning his position back towards the meal he was making. Levi did have a hot pot stove he used on occasions like this. He loved his furnace, and using a freshly built fire, but it was far too late to be doing any of that. In a cast iron, he melted some butter with the thawed steak, threw in some rosemary, garlic and just kept the slab of meat moist with flavor. The smells started to fill up his tiny space decorated in hanging vines, lights, and Polaroid pictures of different beautiful views. Levi hummed to himself gently as he stuck a potato in the oven once it dinged that it was ready. During the time of Remi enjoying a freshening up, the leopard was enjoying himself being able to cook for a guest. Rarely did the young man get a chance to be hospitable to people, and he loved having company. Often when he went to the beach he played bingo with the biddies, besides old ladies and young kids, no one really gave Levi much the time of day. Since his mother died, life on the road was lonely and came with obstacles but even when he had his mother, he had always truly felt alone anyway. His ultimate mission was to find his brother and sister. He knew they were out there, somewhere…he got lost in basting his steak for a second before his timers went off. Shaking his head clear, Levi plated the steak, and a fully dressed baked potato with homemade butter, homegrown chives, home cured and dried bacon, and some decadent sour cream also locally sourced and made. Levi almost never bought things from grocery stores unless it was absolutely necessary. He had his own herb and veg garden neatly secured and sprouting ontop of his bus, Levi had to really get creative but it works and it produces great convenience for him. “Foods up! Take your time it’s seating on the food warmer for you!” He shouted out to the man in the shower. Turning on the warming plate, he set the dinner plate ontop to make sure the food stayed up to par until the wolf was ready to emerge. Levi slid off his slippers and put them in his shoe area under his bed and then began to dress the guest bed, to his standards. Adding extra blankets, moving some of his stuffies and pillows he fluffed and stuffed the tiny bed to meet his comfort levels. “Wonderful,” he kissed his fingers like a chef would and then plopped himself in as he started scanning through Netflix titles.

Geezy: “Oh, you don’t have to-“ Remington’s slightly hoarse voice was cut off before he could finish as Levi had already thrust the clothes and towel into his hands. It took until that moment for him to register what shirt he was given, and a genuine smile of excitement covered his lips, although he figured he would comment once he was able to stuff food into his mouth. Taking the clothing and towel he was given into the strangely spacious bathroom, he took notice of how many different soaps and bath products Levi’s bathroom had, before setting the items down on the top of the closed toilet seat. Passing by the mirror, Remi grimaced at his own reflection. Did he really look like that? His eyes were definitely more sunken in than they were a few days ago,  and his defined cheek bones were littered with bruises and dirt. “You be looking mad rough, buddy.” The man grumbled to his reflection, adverting his eyes to the shower to dismiss his self deprecating thoughts. His large hands twisted the shower knobs to adjust the water to just barely under boiling, before he started to peel off the dingy grey sweater he was wearing, and the black shirt that stuck to his skin underneath. Once he finally was able to get a good look at his own body under all of his dirty clothes, a soft gasp escaped his mouth when he finally saw them. The once almost invisible marks from the last syringe that had met his skin had evolved to dark purple marks on both arms, the scabs from the needle still hanging on for dear life. “Well, fuck..” the wolf breathed as he ran a thumb slowly over the dark skin, before looking up at himself in the mirror again. He was much more pale than usual, his usual dark circles under his eyes were now accented with a bright gloss of excess tears, and he sniffed away the small gleam of snot from his nostril. The wolf knew he was starting the very steep, slippery slope down to withdrawal, but he couldn’t think about that now. His muscles begged him to step into the shower, to which he finally gave it. Holy shit was the feeling beyond anything the man had felt in years. Despite the growing pain in his bones, Remi could only think about the delicious food that was now making him salivate again from the scent wafting through the door, and mixing with the steam. Quickly finishing up in the shower, he stepped out and dried off his large frame, which now looked less like that of a homeless man, and lazily dressed himself in the clothes Levi had given him. Putting the shirt on over his head, he had to stop briefly to take a deep inhale of the material, the scent that filling his nose now exciting him nearly as much as the smell of the cooking food. Remi took a second now to check himself over in the mirror once more, the look of a rehab outpatient not so apparent now that he had taken a shower, and finally exited the bathroom. The glorious smell of the food Levi had cooked and was now warming on the hot plate quite literally made Remi’s knees weak, and he had to use one hand to steady himself against the wall. “Damn, it smells so good..” The raven haired man commented, the color partially returning to his face by just smelling the steak.

Kezzi: Having landed on Big Mouth, a raunchy TV show he fell asleep to often, he laid back In his new spot for the night and laughed along to the cheesy, foul bits the show had to offer. Not long after the tall raven haired man came stumbling slowly out his bathroom and he smiled brightly at him. “There he is!! I knew there was a handsome stud under all that stress! Hope the shower was good to you!” The smaller teased cutely, in all seriousness Levi had to pour concrete on his lips to hide the simple fact he wanted to A-ooga the absolute house down, my god what a man. Relax Levi, Jesus. Noticing the bruises, lacerations and more littered across the now clean wolf, he realized he would have to approach that later when he’d gained the stranger’s trust a bit more. Couldn’t send the man off without a proper caring for. He lifted a hand to show Remi which direction his meal was. “Bon Appetit! I wasn’t sure how you like your steak but you give rare vibes like myself so I hope you like pink meat!” His bubbly personality shining through as he quickly launched himself from his spot. “Oh! Annnnnd,” opening his fridge with one swift pull from his hand to retrieve out an ice cold Heineken beer. “It’s not the best but someone gave me a pack the other day for helpin’ them fix a flat, you’re welcome to some,” offering the wolf a drink as he cracked one open for himself using his strong teeth. Some of them jagged and broken, more so in the back of his mouth, his earlier addictions weren’t exactly kind to his dental. However, the teeth that mattered most were still going very strong and relatively straight too. It was almost hard to notice right away. Getting the cap off Levi threw the liquid back without a second thought, finishing with a rather desperate gasp for air. “I have had terrible cotton mouth since before I ran into that asshole…forgive me for being so feral just now,” Levi’s laugh was one of those laughs you could never get tired of, something about it was soul soothing, it echoed through the chambers of the bus. “Make yourself at home, I eat in the beds so don’t worry about that…I’d rather my bed smell like steak than ass if you know, you know,” he waved his hand about before taking a blue vape out of his kitchen drawer, he hit it slowly and exhaled in the opposite direction of Remi’s face as to not bombard him or be rude.

Geezy: Remi’s cheeks seemed to brighten as a soft blush fell across his face. Did he just call the wolf handsome? This kid really must be blind.. “Honestly I wasn’t expecting to need a shower so badly,” he chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry you had to see that.” He quickly shuffled over to the plate Levi had made him, picking it up and licking his lips like a cartoon coyote, before graciously accepting the beer from the other’s hand with a smile. “Damn, treating me like a king, huh?” This time the smile on his lips stretched so far that his white teeth almost sparkled in the light, and now that he was less grungy, they fit better with his sharp features. As his muscles trembled under the strain of just keeping himself upright, the wolf decided to slowly make his way to Levi’s bed and sit down slowly, an almost dad-like groan coming from his lips as he sat down. Once the man was finally comfortable where he was sitting, he wasted no time cutting off a huge bite of the steak and stuffing it into his waiting mouth, goosebumps almost instantly raising across his large arms. Suddenly, his face lit up and he took a in a sharp breath. Remi quickly finished chewing the monster size bite he took that should have choked a snake before he chimed in happily. “Oh, and have you been stalking me?” He laughed, shaking his head before pulling down the shirt he was wearing to display the front better. “How did you just happen to give me the only Guardin shirt I don’t own? He’s my favorite artist.” Remi was almost a different person when he started up about music, or cars, of course. The normally stoic, intimidating and otherwise unapproachable wolf now somehow had a childlike gleam to him that wasn’t instantly stifled by self consciousness. He picked up the beer from the floor, taking a long drink and easily killing half of the bottle in one drink. “If I didn’t leave Sofia at my uncles in the rush to leave, I could even pay you for your hospitality in entertainment.” The laughed that followed was slightly sad as thoughts of the guitar that had been his only valued possession for as long as he could remember raced in his head. “Some other time for sure though.” Remi continued to shovel food into his mouth at inhuman speeds, until everything that was once piling on top of his plate had disappeared.

Kezzi: “This is King treatment? Oh honey…” Levi felt almost genuinely terrible that this man thought genuine human care was the best it can get. “Trust me, you’ll know that treatment when you get it,” he gave a flirty, under confident breathy chuckle, unable to help himself before sharply turning his gaze to the joint he left on the counter, he reached over from where he was and snagged it before sitting on his newly designated bed, sparking the j with a lighter he had hidden nearby, once comfortably seated. He went from calm, cool, collected to a stuttering, blushy mess when Remi called him a stalker, a joke he could pick up and take no problem in most circumstances but something about it made him flustered. “No! No stalking haha!” scratching the back of his neck as he explained “I actually got that shirt at a goodwill, for $3! I was in desperate need for a shirt that day, laundry was all dirty, and Miss Maybelle here,” he slapped the counter of the bus “got her fluids all over me tryna do an oil change…I love Aliens, saw it and had to snag, but it’s served it’s duty with me, keep it, I love how the universe manifested that into existence for you,” smiling with a much cooler demeanor again, teeth out and bright, tad more noticeable how they tended to push together, but it was almost childlike, in the most adorable way. He had never had such a good looking man pay any attention to him, it was always the busted ones that wanted to make nice…and other things. This was refreshing though, the seemingly aggressive man turned out to be no more than a starving pup. It was cute, how easily comfortable the taller, stronger male got around him. It gave him a boost of confidence that maybe his dry spell of friendship would end. It was lonely without someone to message, call, hang out with. It’s the reason he’s almost considered adding a pet to his passage but, pets are a lot of work and he’s got a lot of ADHD. He lost himself in thought while the show played behind them, he waited for Remi to be finished with his meal before handing him the joint. “I have dabs too…” crystal blue eyes rolled back in a quick shot almost to say ‘No biggie’ he heard the statement of payment, and saw the slight sadness reflecting in his eyes. Levi waved his hands in front of him. “No no! It’s really okay, I’m more of an exchange of services type, I make plenty of money at my job, maybe you can help me rotate my tires tomorrow, those bitches are heavy and I CAN do it myself I just….” He shrugged looking a bit shy “wouldn’t mind someone else doing it for me~” his voice reached a higher octave as he sang the last bit in a cheery but comical fashion.

Geezy: “Thanks, I’ve honestly been looking for this shirt for 3 years.. it’s been sold out forever.” He beamed. In a second large gulp, the wolf finished the other half of his beer, and his already bright eyes twinkled at the offer, completely unaware of how to handle the generosity of the other, literally giving him the clothes off of his back. Remi stood up to throw his empty beer bottle in Levi’s recycling bin and set his plate in the sink, still obviously wobbly on his large feet as he moved, and took the opportunity to retrieve the joint from the other’s hand before sitting back down. Pressing the joint to his lips and taking a large drag from it, as the wolf blew out the smoke he French inhaled out of habit, a trick his uncle had taught him when he first started smoking at 11. The THC entering the large male’s bloodstream instantly began to calm the anger in his head and joints. Even if it wasn’t what his body was screaming for, it was one step above sober, and that was all that mattered. He took another quick drag before passing it back to Levi with long arms that easy reached the other. “Oh, word? I can totally rotate your tires for ya if you have the tools? Obviously I, myself, came ill prepared.” He chuckled, gesturing with his eyes towards the rusty van. Two long arms stretched up and locked together behind Remi’s head as he leaned back against the wall that the bed was against. As he slumped down, his body slowly started to realize how comfortable the bed he was sitting on was, and just how tired he really was. He hadn’t slept in nearly 3 days, and boy could his body feel it. His radioactive green eyes could be seen dissociating occasionally as he fought the double vision  to keep them open.

Kezzi: “Honestly, I love every bit of irony in that,” the white haired male beamed back over the bond of a simple t-shirt. What luck, Levi thought to himself. “You’ll find there is almost nothing handy I DONT have!” He giggled feeling the effects of the marijuana slowly overtaking him again, he took the last drag he could and then stamped it out into the tray beside him. That last hit slapping him across the face with a bag of sand, he started slowing down as well, realizing now how worn he was from the day. “We can talk logistics in the morning, for now I think we both had a day,” laugh-yawning at the end of his sentence he got up to lock all the doors, and turn off the lights. Once he had double checked his outlets as well, Levi climbed his way into the guest bed, feeling rather comfy in it despite it being foreign to him. “Night, friend!” He called out to the darkness, still unaware of the wolf’s name but knowing he could probably get that info when the man was well rested, what’s the rush? He snuggled tightly into his favorite bat Squishmallow. Beaming with excitement that he had been able to bond with another person AND have a sleepover. ‘You’d be so proud of me Mam’…..’ he whispered carefully into the softness of his stuffy.

Geezy: Before Levi even had a chance to get up, the wolf was already asleep, his large body still curled up in the smallest amount of space possible on the bed despite having such a large bed all to himself. It was pretty ingrained in the man’s head from a small child to never under any circumstances get in the way, so much so that it even reflected in something subconscious like sleeping. At some point in getting comfortable while half asleep, he manage to get one of the large cow stuffies in his grasp and ended up fully curled up around it, his face nuzzled into its back. Remi slept harder than he had in years, never moving from the spot that he fell asleep, and even his subconscious lucid dream self started to question whether or not he would wake up at all this week. . . .

The Next Morning

Geezy:

Until the twisting of his guts awoke the man with a gasp, causing him to shoot up in the bed with a slender hand shooting up to clutch his stomach in pain. His thick black hair stuck to his face and neck from how much he was sweating, and his skin was ghostly pale, the only part of him with color was the now red and purple rings under his eyes that made him look like something off of The Walking Dead. The wolf scrambled to his feet so quickly he nearly tripped on the corner of the blanket that once help him prisoner, and made a mad dash towards the bathroom that was thankfully as close as it could have been with a hand cupped over his mouth. The sound of intense vomiting slipped past the crack under the door, before Remi took a shaky breath and wiped his mouth and nose with the back of his hand before clearing his throat. Once he was able to recover, he braced himself with both hands against the sink as he looked at himself in the mirror, his face nearly 2 inches from the mirror just to try and focus on seeing through the stream of tears that filled his eyes. “Ugh..” he muttered under his breath, his stomach once again doing an acrobatic act. However, this time he was able to force it back down, crouching in front of the sink to rest his forehead against the cool sink. What a time to have to go through full blown withdrawals.. but that was just his luck. If he could just piece his thoughts together enough to remember what happened yesterday, or even where he was,  or how he could find any china white wherever he was.. shit, he’d even take the black shit at this point. Anything to stop the extreme discomfort he was experiencing throughout his whole body.

Kezzi: Falling asleep harder than he had in a long time, the safety of someone else being there in the bus, comforting him through the usual nightmares he had. It was pure blackness through the night and god, it was bliss. And then a flash, a scene of his lips pressed tight against the stranger of last night’s encounter. The strong hand tight against his throat, as his head slammed back into the wall. “Hng~” he mumbled out loud, when suddenly the sounds of Remi slamming himself into the bathroom and vomiting, woke the sensitive cat from his relatively sensitive dream. “Wha?!” He looked around confused for a moment, realizing at some point his tank top had come off in the night leaving his chest bare to the morning air, forgetting he was in the guest bed. Reality shook him as he realized he was awake, at home, with a stray hanging out in his bus. Not a problem, though the vomiting was concerning…but didn’t exactly shock Levi. The leopard had spent quite the time or two around, addicts. He’d seen the man’s arms last night, and without any judgment he knew of a way to help, but not cure. Levi had spent a lot of time in Slab City, picked up quite a few useful herbal tricks, recipes and medicinals to help himself or others. What a better time than now to use some of those things. He unscrambled himself from the blankets and got out of bed, he allowed Remi to have a moment to himself while he scrambled through his medicine cabinet. “Here it is…” whispering to himself, he found a small tincture bottle that read “asafetida extract”. He set it down on the counter, and began to make up some breakfast while he waited. Grabbing a smaller cast iron than last night’s, then the small basket of eggs out of his fridge, he began to fry some up over his “stove”. As he let those cook he seasoned them with fresh chives, garlic and home ground onion powder.

Geezy: It took Remi a very long time to feel comfortable enough to stand upon baby deer legs, but he finally was able to stand up 3/4ths of the way to splash cold water in his face before he was able to center himself. He remembered everything that transpired the night before, and where he was in that moment, and he just hoped the other wasn’t awake from the commotion that he had once again caused. He winced at another sharp pain in his stomach, but swallowed it to finally exit the bathroom looking like a ghost, still partially hunched over. When he made eye contact with the other who was clearly up now, an embarrassed flush washed over his face. “Hey, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t wake you up, did i?” He asked, already aware of the answer but hoping to hear something different anyway. “I uh.. I guess the stress just all caught up to me.” He smiled without his eyes, a clear sign he was lying through his teeth. “I made sure to clean up the bathroom though, don’t worry.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his now dull green eyes locked on the floor. “And I swear, I’m not sick or anything.” Remi added quickly, trying to over explain away the situation so the other wouldn’t be upset. He needed the human interaction more than he was willing to admit to himself, and he wasn’t ready to go back to his garbage heap of a van. For some reason, his heart felt complete when he was around the smaller male, and he had given up chasing that feeling decades prior.

Kezzi: Looking over his shoulder from cooking breakfast and flashed Remi a sweet smile off his freckled face. “Good morning!” He wiggled his hips back and forth. “I’m making eggs! Also! I brought out some of my Asa extract, it helps with opioid withdrawals, specifically…” Levi spoke without any reservation or judgement. Quickly he was plating each omelet on two different plates and then fully turned to look at Remi, handing him a plate. “Look, I don’t care what you do, why you do, I can help with some discomforts and other things, but the way this friendship is gonna work and last, is you gotta give me honesty, deal? I know it’s a lot to ask of a stranger but, I promise I won’t ever judge you….and I’ll always give it back as well, starting with what the hell do I call you!? I very well can’t introduce you as “this is my friend…stranger mc idk his name pants”! So let’s start there,” hands on his hips in a mocking fashion, crossing his eyes cartoonishly, he giggled nudging the tall man with his slender hip. The sun shining through the curtains and it illuminated Levi’s pale, freckled skin. “I suggest taking the extract, smoking one of the jays in…” pointing to the small wooden box next to the bed “that box, and eating breakfast first..then go out and get whatever you need to, I have to do some harvesting and clearly….” He paused looking down at the small sink, busting full of dishes. “Dishes…all I ask, is you don’t do it in front of me and you don’t become useless…you can’t rotate my tires if you’re passing out in the gravel,” he broke the edge with a bit of laughter.

Geezy: Shocked that the other knew enough to be able to easily see through his façade, the wolf was left with a slightly confused look on his face, but he gratefully accepted the plate from the other’s thin fingers. The omelet's scent swirled seductively into the air, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath in through his nose with thankful smile. “Oh, yeah.” It hadn’t even dawned on the big male that he spent all night last night with someone that he hasn’t even given his name to, but he did manage a chuckle at the thought of being introduced like that. “I’m Remington, but just Remi is fine.. I uh,.. I swear, I was being careful with it until a week ago.. Didn’t think I went so ham I’d be left with THIS.” He gestured to his entire run down body, his smile returning. Before he even attempted to sit down, he frantically cut off a bite of omelet with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth, and a soft happy sigh left him at how the others food always seemed to soothe his soul in more ways than one. He managed to swallow the bite, and wasted no time cutting off another one, still standing in the kitchen at this point. “Nah, that’s totally fair. You don’t need to be seeing that anyway.” the wolf swiped away his running nose with a wrist offhandedly cramming another bite into his mouth, and looking up at the other thoughtfully. “I’m gonna try to find a shop somewhere around here to see if I can get some stuff for Ethel… she really needs some love..” Remi laughed in an embarrassed tone, “You need anything but your tires rotated? I could get this girl lookin brand new on the inside if you’re interested.” He laughed again but this time you could tell just by the way he carried himself now that he felt at home under the hood or the chassis of a vehicle. “I swear, i know what I’m doing.” The wolf downed his whole omelette as he continued to stand, and after finishing, he looked at the plate in his hand and back at the sink full of dishes, before making eye contact with Levi. “Anything you need me to do, I got it. I refuse to be in the way.” He rubbed the back of his neck with an ashamed smile, the sentiment obviously still ingrained in the very fiber of the wolf’s being. He would NOT be an inconvenience in this amazing man’s life, if it was the last thing he did.

Kezzi: Sitting beside him on the bed together, Levi began to dig in to his own omelet as he listened to Remington speak. Smiling over at him, swallowing a bite he nodded his head. “It’s wonderful to run into you Remington….er, Remi,” he corrected himself to the shorter version of the male’s name. “Very unique, suits you,” his cheeks flushed in a light pink fashion as he gave the wolf a genuine compliment. Before nodding in agreement, “yeah I was really into Oxy’s for a while there..but truthfully I’d take anything I could get my hands on, I looked ROUGH a few years ago but….I’m 3 years sober!” He said excitedly, his soft, slightly feminine facial features changed to that of celebration for himself. “Whenever your ready you know, I can also help with that, but I know everyone’s journey is different, just know I don’t think any less of you,” he said gently placing his hand on Remi’s knee in reassurance. Trying to remain poker faced, he didn’t want to make the vibes weird, but touching the man….it was like something shocked him. He quickly brought his hand back and stood up. “Right! Ok! Take your Asa tincture, trust me, it’ll make doing things bearable, and you won’t get the sweats,” handing the small bottle to him. “You’ll still feel slightly nauseous but most of your symptoms will become subsided enough that you can function while withdrawing,”  making sure remember every detail of the medicine he had been given. He had used it back when he had a relapse and it helped him through, it isn’t a fix, but a band aid. He flicked on the sink and waited for the water to warm. “I’m going to clean the place up….I need to harvest as well as do some photos for work….” He mumbled the last bit to himself considering what kind of shoot he’d have today. “Oh! But here…”swiftly turning around to his backpack that looked like a regular snow leopard build a bear but Levi had fashioned it into a backpack. The white haired male pulled out a snow leopard printed wallet and picked a card out, handing it to Remi. “There’s a 5k limit on that, pin is 2244, get as much as you want for Ethel, I know /I/ certainly look small and stupid, but I actually built this baby from ground up by myself…I can easily help you build yours to standard!” The trusting leopard prattled on. “I do have a business proposition but, we can discuss it more when you get back, I gotta consider logistics….” He contemplated to himself, snapping out he turned around and grabbed a joint from his box and handing that to Remi as well. “Smoke this while you’re out too, either asap or whenever you feel too nauseous,” blue eyes scanning the small bus he then realized his water was hot and began to skitter his way to washing the dishes. “I’ll be here waiting for your return ever so patiently,” turning to give the taller a cheeky grin followed with a wink.

Geezy: A feeling of slight guilt washed over him and the wolf ran his long fingers through his hair. 3 years clean? He hadn’t had 3 years clean since he was 11 years old. A quick flash of a memory of his mother standing over his small body after he had be rocked in the jaw by the man she was dating at the time. She offered him two oval shaped white pills. “For the pain” she had said to him. And from that moment, the rest of his life was a downward spiral. He shook his head to dismiss the flashback, and he smiled softly at Levi as he returned to earth. “That’s amazing for you. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” Remi was a little taken aback at the card being handed to him, still utterly amazed that this small, unthreatening male trusted him so much, but he cautiously took it and slid the card into the wallet he fished from his pocket. Remi’s long arms stretched across Levi to grab the tincture from beside him, opening the bottle and squirting the brown liquid under his tongue, before making a face and swallowing. “Ugh.” His tongue stuck out of his mouth slightly. Returning the dropper to the bottle and screwing on the cap, he replaced the bottle where it came from, and took the joint from Levi between his two fingers. “Thank you.. For everything.” His green eyes glowed softly as they locked with the other’s for a second, and some color painted his cheeks. Embarrassed, the man quickly stood up again, running fumbling fingers through his hair again. “Alright, I’ll be back shortly, as long as Ethel behaves.” Remi laughed once more, and waved a hand behind him as he exited the vehicle, the cool air shocking his lungs as he stepped out, causing him to cough a bit. Damn, it was so fucking bright. As he slightly stumbled towards the run down van, his eyes slowly began to adjust to the light, and he noticed a group of truckers by the building that Remi had approached the night before. The man he had a run in with was among them, and upon seeing Remi’s large frame approaching them, he was quick to exit. “Hey.” Remi barked in a harsh voice as he came closer to the rest of the group of men. “You guys know where a guy could get some H in these trying times?” “Uh, yeah.. I got some black in my truck if you’re trying to buy some?” A short, stout man piped up, and Remi got a scary smile across his lips as he fished out his wallet and two crumpled up $20 bills. “That’ll do.” The two walked towards a large blue rig cab that was parked off to the side behind the building, and upon their return, Remi stuffed the corner of a plastic bag filled with what looked like weed resin that reeked of vinegar, into his pocket, and shuffled to his rusty “white” van, where he opened the drivers side door and slid into the ripped fabric of the seat. His nerves were now calmed with his fix in his pocket, and for one, Ethel managed to start up with just one crank of the key. “WOOOOO” the wolf howled happily in the drivers seat.

Kezzi: Levi was busy cleaning away, scrubbing and slipping water all over himself, when he realized “oh no!” He quickly grabbed a pen and paper, scrawled down his number in perfect writing, tho rushed, and then sprinted outside the second he heard the van roar to life. It was impressive to anyone that saw, how fast Levi could run. His long legs carried him across the lot in seconds, huffing softly he knocked on Remi’s window, and when the wolf opened it, surprised to see him, he stuck the paper through the window and into Remi’s hands. “This….” He huffed catching his breath, swallowing and shaking his hair about. “This is my number…INCASE you do break down, or something happens,” his face slightly worried, but melting into that of hopeful and thoughtful. “Drive safely,” the remark small, but incredibly genuine as he quickly made his way back to the bus, being cat whistled and “hooted” at by the truckers as he scampered into his house. “Stupid men…” he muttered, shaking it all off in one quick dance he looked around for his phone, then started playing Jeris Johnson music. As that played he swung his hips, side to side, scrubbing and washing the kitchen from sink, to counter, to hot plates to the whole 9. Lost in his motivated space, he continued to dance and sing along to his favorite tunes. “Sparkling!” He said clapping his hands together at the wonderful progress he had made in his once messy home. “Much better,” he sighed before smelling himself over. “I should shower before work…would be a good idea,” his nose twitched with distaste. Setting the shower up, with his outfit for the day and towel close by, he decided to quickly hit the dab before bathing. Sliding the glass crystal cluster shaped bong out from one of his secured cabinets, along with tools and star of the show, some diamonds. His eyes lit up looking at the delicious sauce, heating his nail up with a light blue blow torch. “Oooo kitty missed you ~” moaning like a strange individual would upon being greeted with someone unalive. Using a long thin metal tool, he scooped some of the delicious treat up in a decent chunk, and then he was set for suicide. Sucking the melting dab out of the chamber, he could already feel his brain coming to a halt, like someone was wringing it out to dry. He sucked the last bit of smoke out and once it came gusting out of his lungs, he found himself in an aggressive coughing fiesta. “Oh…” cough “my fuCK…” cough “inG gawd…” cough, cough, hack, hiccup, inhale. Levi managed to settle himself within a few seconds, standing up to grab himself some water. The bus felt so much hotter now…OH HIS SHOWER! “I need an herbal remedy for my god damn attention span,” giggling out loud to himself, he undressed and hopped into the hot water.

Geezy: Remi’s heart almost beat out of his chest at the sound of the other knocking on his window, but he quickly swallowed it and smirked as he took the piece of paper from the others outstretched hand. “Thanks, I’ll shoot you a text right now so have my number too, y’know.. just in case..” the wolf’s smirk intensified, and his eyes twinkled in the sunlight of the day pouring in his open window. Grabbing his phone from the beat up backpack behind him, he was thankful to see it was still charged, and typed a quick “Hey, it’s Remi.” before entering the number into his contacts. He waited, watching until the other had completely gone back inside the rv, not able to help himself staring at the others tight ass. He shook his head quickly to dismiss the thoughts that now clouded his brain about his new friend, running his fingers through his hair, and grabbing the aux cord that dangled lazily off of the dirty dashboard of the van. This van may not have been the most reliable or clean, but at least the stereo system was the most functional thing in it. The wolf’s large fingers snapped the cord into his phone while he searched the gps for the closest auto shop, and soon the volume of “Won’t Let This Go” by Fats’e nearly shook the empty metal van. Yet, still somehow, Remi’s voice could still be heard clearly in the background, and he banged the beat of the song on the steering wheel. “Now I’m back on my bullshit! No more sentimental things! I have to make noise!” He sang happily as he pulled out, the color completely to his skin and in a better mood than he had been in maybe his whole life. Maybe that was the tincture Levi made him take? He didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to question it. Remi continued to sing along to his favorite songs on the way to the auto shop, before pulling up and squeezing his large body out of the back door. It was extremely rare for him to ever get parts at a real shop; one’s that were still shiny and smelled like the varnish of the factory that produced them, and not something that was scavenged and rusty beyond belief and smelled like burnt oil and various other car fumes. As he pushed open the front door to the business, a little bell rang above the door that startled him, but he couldn’t help the ‘kid in a candy shop’ look on his normally sullen face as he looked around at the shelves upon shelves of different car items. The older man behind the counter must have felt like an ant compared to Remington, who couldn’t have stood at more than 4’10 with facing white hair. “Can I help you sir?” The man asked carefully. Remi’s face changed as he heard the strange man’s voice, his defensive wall once again back up. “Uh, yeah. I need 8 spark plugs, an oil filter, camshaft intake rod, inlet manifold head, and a 358 cover for the crankcase for a G3500 5.7 liter V8 engine.” He stated matter of factly to the man, who looked at the wolf with confusion. “Uh,… um…” he stuttered, typing the first thing Remi had mentioned into the computer with shaky, wrinkled fingers, and his incompetence quickly made the wolf’s blood boil under his skin. “I got it.” He finally hissed, pushing past the man to the back to pull the items he needed, which he found quickly and slammed on the counter in front of the man. “These.” Remi barked loudly, pulling out his wallet from his pocket.

Kezzi: Levi stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and started getting dressed in what seemed to be a green lace thong and marijuana leaf pasties over his taut pink nipples. Now began the most frustrating part of his job, tying himself up. He made his way over to his bed, set up his camera and then started tying dark green rope around his upper thighs to his ankles, putting him in a forced, leg spread position. Wobbling around his bed he yanked a black ball gag from the depths of the crack on the side of his bed, out. “There you are,” he giggled wrapping it around his face, the ball placing gently inside his mouth, drool starting to already collect. Setting up his video to photo converting app, he started doing his thing. First he posed with his hands behind his back, missionary, legs spread, facial expression helpless as drool trickled down the sides of his mouth. Slowly moving positions to a behind view of his ass, looking behind him with sultry eyes. He continued like this, switching positions, angles, for a while. Satisfied with the photo portion of his job, he took the ball gag out and swiftly untied himself. “Perfect,” he said standing up and slipping a sapphire blue silk robe over his lewd body. While on his phone, he noticed the text he received from Remi earlier, sending a quick one back. “Sorry! Just finished up photos. Here’s my texty text back!” Regretting it the second he sent it. “Oh my god Levi, texty text? Are you 10??” He sighed inwardly at himself. He was gonna blame it on the weed he smoked instead of the fact he really was starting to develop a little crush on the wolf. “Focus,” he grumbled out loud to himself, starting to go through his photos, add filters and crop. Once he had a good set of 12, he made his way over to the Onlyfans website and started uploading.

“Hey Filthy Fucks! Your favorite virgin here, decided to practice my Shibari skills. What do you all think? 😉 send a tip, receive a tip!” Post. Sighing deeply he knew he had to do something big as he posted teasers and censored pics to his twitter account. His niche was twink virgin boy, and often he received the strangest requests, mostly people wanted to see him get fucked, hard, dirty, violently. Levi wasn’t against it, but he’d never done a collab let alone actually have someone inside him. Sure he’d given the occasional handjob, blow job, truck stop dry hump, but he had never legitimately, had penetrative sex. He knew with an insane video of losing his V card he could rack in several hundred more subs. He considered asking Remi, but could he ask that of someone he just met? More importantly, could Levi actually give it away to someone? He always imagined it being with someone he was in love with. However, he really couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try, it would influx a whole hell of a lot more money. He’d approach his new friend on it later, til then he had time to figure out how the hell he could casually ask someone “hey will you take ownership of my holes for money?” Finishing up replying to fans, and comments, he got up, slid his robe down, kept the thong on, threw on a white t-shirt, and some dark green overalls. “Let’s go get some greens!” He threw his fist in the air, sliding on his favorite pair of crocs, and made his way to the roof, where he had a large garden bed tailored to the top of his bus. There were several things sticking out, more importantly, labels. Sliding on his garden gloves he got down and dirty to retrieve his most precious valuables.

Geezy: The small man jumped, quickly moving the items away from the wolf’s side of the counter, and closer to him to ring up the barcodes. Finally he peeped, “That’ll be $388 for you sir..” Three hundred and eighty eight dollars for some parts that would cost $30 from a scrap yard? Damn. He really needed to figure out where one of those were sometime soon.. Grumbling under his breath, he pulled Levi’s card from his wallet and swiped it on the pad next to him. He had to pause for a moment to think when it prompted him for the PIN, but he was able to search his mind for the answer Levi had given him earlier, and the cashier handed him the bag afterward. “Have a good day sir..” he almost whispered, and Remi turned on his heels and was out the door in one swift motion. God, why were people so infuriating? The wolf continued to grumble to himself as he got to his van, and his large, suddenly shaky hands brushed past the lump in the plastic bag that was tucked in the back corner of his pocket. He exhaled slowly, before grabbing his beat up backpack from behind him. “I’ll just smoke a little bit of this to tide me over until I can take a proper hit..” the man mumbled as he pulled out a small tin Altoids container, and slid through the front seats to the back of the windowless van where he sat again on the wheel well. The tin clicked open in his fingers, the small white straw inside rattling against the lighter quietly as his hands shook. Reaching for the black fabric backpack again, he managed to grab hold of a roll of foil that he had tucked inside. Still inside the bag, he quickly ripped off a large enough sheet of foil to do the job and brought it back to his lip to straighten out a bit. Thankfully, he had parked his van far enough away from the entrance that he wasn’t worried that anyone would look in the front window, especially in such a town off the beaten path. Making a small dip in the foil, he fished the baggie from his pocket and unfolded it, the vinegar smell filling his sinuses making him wince back for a moment. Large trembling fingers broke off a small chunk of the brown substance, and placed it into the center of the foil where the dip was before putting the white straw to his lips and picking up the black metal zippo with a skull and crossbones on it from the kit. ‘Ironic,’ he had thought when he included it in the kit. With the hand containing the zippo, a quick flick of a slender wrist and the wick was set ablaze, and placed just under the lump on the foil. Remi then hovered over the foil with the straw in his mouth, patient waiting until the smoke started the pour from the weird lump. The scent burned the wolf’s sensitive nose, and the bridge of his nose wrinkled in disgust but he took no time inhaling the foul smoke through the straw between his lips. The smoke tasted horrible, but the crash of extreme euphoria flooded his system instantly as it was processed by his lungs. He blew out the hit slowly, before returning to take another very long drag. After continuing about four or five hits when his eyes were ready to roll back in his head, he leaned back against the wall with a loud, satisfied sigh. His body felt light, every ounce of pain he once had in his bones vanishing and his head felt floaty. The large male sat like this for a few minutes, enjoying the rolling pleasure throughout every cell in his body and taking slow, meaningful breaths that reached deep in his chest. He would do anything to feel like this at all times of the day, but that was the problem. After nearly 20 minutes of his back pressed against the worn out metal of the van, he was finally able to float back down to earth and all of his energy and strength had returned to him. The foil was crammed into the bottom of the smallest pocket in his bag, and the straw and zippo replaced into the kit, and into the bag as well.  “Well, I supposed I should probably head back. I gotta rotate those tires before it gets dark.” He said to himself, before sliding back into the drivers seat of the van.

Kezzi: Levi plucked, 7 green onions, 8 potatoes, 4 tomatoes, 3 yellow onions, some basil, ginger, and 2 zucchini’s. “Abundance!” Levi shouted, holding his treasures to the sky in a wicker basket. He climbed down the roof and made his way inside. Putting all his produce away he decided to get out of his gardening clothes and into something cooler, those overalls had him work up a sweat. “Phew…” he fanned himself with his hands, standing in his bus in nothing but a thong. “What to wear…” he muttered before pulling out a pair of light blue cloth shorts that stopped a several inches above his knee, the bottom of his cheeks stickin’ out of the shorts, thong slightly peeping out from the top, the strings clinging to his thin slender hips. After that he put on a white crop top tank that was on the flowy-er side. Sliding on his crocs he decided he was gonna relax now, maybe get some sun. Grabbing another joint, and his vape he went outside and into the back storage compartments he pulled out a folded up lounge chair. Coming undone, he laid it out in the sun, his back against the chair, he sparked up the joint, took a few drags and then put it out, saving the rest for later. Levi then laid back fully, hitting his vape every so often, stretching his long legs out to bask in the heat of the day, he knew it would be getting dark soon, hopefully Remi was okay? He pulled his cell out and checked his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed any emergencies. No calls or texts…..then he’s probably fine and on his way back soon. Shrugging off the concern as he laid back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the full warmth against exposed his pieces of flesh.

Geezy: Adjusting his large body into the ripped drivers seat, the wolf felt as if he was just brought back from the dead, a huge grin plastered across his face. He was actually excited to go back to the smaller male, his heart pumping loudly in his chest as he thought about the white haired man, but it wasn’t as easily explained as the drugs he just smoked. Finally digging his small key ring from his pocket, Remi jammed them into the ignition and turned, the old van once again roaring to life with the first twist of the key. “There ya go girl, you’re getting it.” He chimed, patting the dashboard again as he spoke to the vehicle. He wasted no time plugging his phone in to the aux again, now suddenly filled with life after his fix, his green eyes glowing so brightly that they fought the backlight of his screen as he threw on a Sewerperson song, and set the gps back to where Levi was. “Would you like to set this destination as home?” his phone asked, and he quickly turned bright red, fumbling to change the prompt on the screen. “I dunno about ‘Home’, but he definitely is something, huh?” A genuine smile spread across his lips as he shifted the van into drive and easily found his way back to the rest stop where Levi was waiting for him. The van crunched across the gravel, a comforting sound now to the wolf, and he carefully parked the old vehicle next to the other’s magnificent one, before turning to grab the bag from the auto shop, and his backpack, and sliding onto the ground and slamming the metal door behind him. Remi sighed loudly in relief; he was so thankful to be back. A muscular arm was brought up slowly to knock on the wooden “front door” of Levi’s RV, his mind racing just being able to smell the other’s scent wafting through the door jam.

Kezzi: The leopard, sprawled out in the sun on the hidden side of where Remi returned, his senses were never on vacation as the sounds of the van, scents of the man and knock of his door was heard from where he laid. “I’m out here! The door’s unlocked if you need to go inside tho!” He shouted out to his new friend, feeling the excitement of butterflies doing backflips in the pit of his stomach. To his surprise he was practically wagging his butt at Remi’s return. Trying to remain cool though, he slowly sat up, turned his legs over and stood up from the lounge. “How was the trip? Good?” He asked approaching the long black haired man now. He noticed a certain glow to his eyes this time around, like someone slapped him with fairy dust. He must’ve gotten a fix…man…he missed that feeling. Shaking the internal fight off he stood just inches from Remi now by the front “door” of his bus. “I was able to get some work done, cleaned and harvested some produce from the garden!” Updating the man as if they’d known each other for years and regularly caught up on their days.

Geezy: Turning quickly at the others reply, he nearly floated over to where the smaller man now stood, his scent almost as intoxicating as the H in his system. “Yeah, it was cool! Amazing what kind of auto shop they have in a place so small and seemly under populated. But then again, I haven’t really been to that many.” Remi chuckled, running his fingers back through his hair. “Ah, and this is yours!” The man quickly produced Levi’s card, placing it into the others palms, and his fingertips brushed the leopards skin in the process. The graze sent lightning bolts through his system which only made his eyes glow brighter. “I was able to get the stuff I needed with minor inconveniences from the old man at the counter.” Remi held up the large auto shop bag almost like proof. “But that’s awesome! Can’t wait to taste whatever you make with all of that..” Just thinking about the tantalizing food that Levi always made for him already caused his mouth to over salivate. “I just hope you didn’t have too much to do because of me? Next time I’ll be here to help you, promise.” The wolf held up two fingers in a ‘boyscouts honor’ type of way with a large grin. “But I can still rotate your tires today before it gets dark if you’d like? I can be super quick~” he chimed, the good mood he was in suddenly radiating off of him like an atomic bomb. His white teeth twinkled in the lingering sunlight, and even his thick black hair didn’t look so dull.

Kezzi: Levi found himself struggling to not throw his arms around the man, he was so giddy to be in the same space as him, noticing the way his eyes shined against the sun that threatened to go down within the next 3 1/2 hours. Still unable to place a label or name to this very new and exciting feeling. “We should check out the shopping center some time if you liked that! They have some amazing antique and secondhand shops,” Levi babbled as he listened to the rest of Remi’s words. “Excellent! I’m glad you found some bare minimum stuff! Once we fix all that we can figure out from there what we need to make it habitable,” clapping his hands together bouncing up and down off his tip toes. When the man handed him the card back, Levi’s face, without his consent or concern, turned light pink as their fingers touched ever so gently. Blinking a couple times to bring him back, he psh-ed at the wolf. “I did about as much work as I usually do in a day! No worries, but yes if you could rotate those, I’ll cook dinner out here, do you like beef stew?” He questioned Remi with a raised eyebrow, hands on his thin hips, exposed and decorated still by his thong.

Geezy: Excitement swirled around the wolf’s body at the offer, the smile plastered on his face only getting wider at the thought of spending time together with the other male. “Yeah we should totally check it out sometime!” Remi snorted happily, his mouth starting to salivate at the thought of Levi’s cooking. “Honestly, I don’t think I could hate anything you put on my plate.” The wolf rubbed his neck, a little embarrassed over his insatiable appetite lately. “no problem, I’ll get started now!” With a quick turn, he jogged back to the van, popping the back door again to fumble with a plastic tool box that had “Remi waz here” scratched into the plastic, clearly done by a child. He fished out the collapsible hydraulic jack, before closing the box and latching it, and carrying the whole thing back towards the other. His muscles in his arms and chest flexed tightly against the strain of the heavy box, but he set it on the ground by the rv, before smiling up at Levi. “This girl is all wheel drive, right?” The wolf asked, leaning down to run a thumb up the treading of the back tire, leaving a dark black mark on his skin. Opening the toolbox next to him, he pulled out a socket wrench, and one socket attachment that he placed onto the lug nut, testing the size, just to replace it and try another. When that one fit, he snapped it into the socket wrench and stood up again.  “Oh, and sorry to be so forward, but I can’t get this shirt musty..” a deep laugh echoed in his chest, before Remi’s arms crossed in front of him, gripping the hem of the Guardin shirt Levi had given him, and pulling it swiftly over his head. Every muscle in the man’s body was well defined, and his skin just seemed to slide across them in a fluid motion, almost as if he were chiseled out of marble by the gods themselves. Remi pushed his hair back with his long fingers, a motion that was clearly a habit by this point in his life, but this time he slid an old hair tie loosely into a bun on the back of his head. While he put his hair up, the thumb that he had slid across the rubber of the tire grazed his cheek, a dark black smudge now accenting the man’s features. “I’ll have it done before you can even think about it, trust me.” He winked at the leopard, his white teeth glinting with his grin.

Kezzi: Wiggling his body side to side with overstimulating excitement that his offer was accepted. “Awesome! We can go in a couple days after we have fixed up Ethel’s bones!” Light blue eyes lighting up hearing the other compliment his cooking. He never got to cook for anyone, so it was amazing to share his skills with somebody else. “Well, good! I’ll get started,” unable to keep the smile off his face, Levi went inside the bus to gather the supplies and produce he would need for dinner. He also grabbed two beers out of the fridge. The second Levi’s foot hit the ground outside, he was faced with Remi’s comment right before the show started. Frozen in place, hoping internally it wasn’t too obvious, he just stood there. ‘My….god….’ He thought as couldn’t help but look Remi up and down, slowly biting his lower lip as his eyes met the hands in his hair that fashioned the strands into a bun. Clearing his throat, and swiftly avoiding eye contact he approached the wolf, handing him the beer, face beat red. “I- uh…I brought you something to drink….y-yeah all wheel!” Stating the last part sheepishly, exchanging beer for shirt, like lightening, Levi was out of view, tossing the shirt inside the bus, it landed on the couch inside, the one that once was Levi’s bed. Then he was behind the bus where his fire pit was located. ‘Focus on cooking Levi…not the beef cake rotating your tires….’ He cracked open the beer, and tossed half the liquid down his throat before setting it down on one of his foldable tables outside. “Okay let’s get cookin!” He set up his fire within seconds, it was second nature to him by now. He was also taking his time to cut up his produce and herbs to be ready for cooking. After the fire was roaring and ready, Levi stacked what looked like a very tall grill tray, over the flames. “Wire rack down…” he said happily, he turned around and grabbed his large pot placing it up on the hot grill. Inside he tossed his beef and onions, pushing them back and forth until they started to brown. Once perfectly cooked, in went his red wine and homemade beef broth, the pot sizzled loudly, smoke floating above the cooking food, Levi sighed “mmmm,” once that was ready, the leopard threw in some fresh minced garlic, salt, pepper, some oil, potatoes, green onions, carrots, celery, tomato paste and some fresh rosemary. Stirring that all together he let it marry while he took another gulp of his beer. “Oh man that’s refreshing,” he sighed sweetly, looking up at the sky and allowing the sunshine to grace his pale skin. He could tell it was going to set soon. Grabbing a second rack, he lifted the pot off the first one using some oven mits. Stacking the second rack on top, he replaced the pot again putting a lid on top this time. This would make his fire setting from high to medium heat. The perfect temp for his food to stew in. He had about an hour before it was to be finished, so he walked back into the bus smiling at the working Remi when he did so, chugged the rest of his beer, tossed it and grabbed a second from the fridge along with a joint from his stash. Walking out again, joint in his mouth, though finding it difficult to face the man he still did, even if his cheeks were rose colored. “Food will be ready in about an hour or so…how’s it going over here?” He asked cracking open his second beer, but setting it down to light the joint, inhaling deeply “Smoke?“ he said, slightly suffocated, exhaling a cloud as he handed the jay to the other.

Geezy: Remi could smell something….. different… about the leopard when he came out of the RV, all of his senses on overdrive as he quietly sniffed the air. Completely unaware of how thirsty he was, he took the beer thankfully from the others waiting hands, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and popping the cap. “Thanks!” He replied cheerfully, before tossing back the entire beer in one swift chug, a small stream that happened to miss his large mouth dripping down his chin and splashing against his bare chest. Once the beer was finished, he pulled the bottle from his lips with a satisfied gasp, tossing the empty bottle into the bin from where he stood, the bottle crashing inside gracefully. The wolf was like a completely different person when he had the necessary drugs in his system, but there was something about the tingling he felt in every muscle fiber of his body that wasn’t his usual post-fix glow. Without wasting too much more time, Remi started on the tires, lifting the first corner of the extremely heavy RV to reveal the tire enough for him to unscrew the lug nuts, and pop the rim off of the axel. He stood again to retrieve the donut, momentarily sliding it into place where the other tire was. He rolled the tire he removed to the back of the rv, across from the original position, before returning to slowly lower the vehicle to the ground again. As he worked, sweat beaded down his shoulders and back, but his face was constantly locked in a determined scowl, his brow furrowed in concentration. He continued to rotate the remaining tires in an X pattern, being sure to check over each tire’s tread to make sure the metal threads on the inside of the rubber weren’t showing before he replaced them. If there was one thing Remi was, it was thorough. Soon, he was back to the first tire he took off where the donut now stood, his knee pressed up against the tire from the back to steady it. When Levi came towards him, finally it broke him from his intense trance, his bright eyes lighting up at the pink color dusting the leopards cheeks. “Hey! Just one more tire and she’s all done!” He grinned so wide that he had to close his eyes as he smiled, very proud to finally be able to do something for the other that was helpful instead of causing more work. “That sounds amazing, thanks.” He stood up, dirt and various car liquids stained his tanned skin, and somehow the messy bun he put his hair in had become looser and barely contained his thick mane any longer. Reaching for the joint, he stopped half way, suddenly aware of his fingertips being completely black and grimy. The wolf smiled sheepishly, before taking his hand back. “Could you put it to my mouth? I’ll get that thing disgusting…” The laugh that came from him was warm and inviting, and he instinctively crouched ever so slightly to be at eye height with the smaller man so he wouldn’t have to reach so far.

Kezzi: Levi wanted nothing more than to stick his head into the sand like an Ostrich, never to be seen again. It was incredibly hard for him to maintain composure around someone he found so attractive���he imagined dirty, blackened fingers scrawling filthy words against his stomach…face…he shook his head coming back to reality as he heard the other’s request. “Oh! S-sure!” He stammered a bit as the Adonis crouched closer to him. Slowly Levi lifted his joint holding fingers, to that of Remi’s soft enchanting lips. He stared at them. Long and hard. He started to picture the many places he would like them to be….he felt it in his shorts. ‘Jesus Christ Levi! Think of something not sexy…..your food burning and Remi being absolutely pissed….then hate fuckin the absolu-…NOT HELPING!! No…uh…sad things… grandma Orla’s funeral…grandma Orla’s funeral…oh no…too sad…Levi’s face stayed completely stoic, the only thing that could possibly give away his lewd thoughts, was the very real blush spread across his face, unknown to the leopard. He watched as Remi inhaled slowly, their eyes connected in that moment, almost like time stopped. ‘How the hell have you turned into a prepubescent teen in 24 hours?’ His internal monologue scolded him. Levi was always headstrong, independent, don’t need no man type. Generally, though he was a homosexual male, he hated majority of men. But Jesus Christ, this one was turning a small hold into a vice tight grip he didn’t think he would ever be able to escape. Pulling back his fingers and taking another hit himself he needed a reason to get 5 seconds of alone time to regulate his hormones. “Here, I’ll grab you another brew,” he nodded, turning on his heels, biting his lip and rolling his eyes back, unseen by the wolf. ‘This man is too fine right now..’ making his way back into the bus, he took a second to splash some cold water over his face in the kitchen sink. “You can do this…don’t make shit weird…no one will ever be interested in you for more than your body,” he repeated the words out loud to himself, words of his late mother to him after he had come out to her, a year before her death. He let that sink in, turned the water off, snagged a beer and returned outside a much more composed cat. “There’s a brownish towel inside the closet by the bed, it’s my mechanic towel,” he laughed handing Remi the freshly cool beverage, grabbing his own he had put down earlier. “I use that to wipe off any crude…you’re also free to shower again,” making sure to out lay all the options. “I’m gonna go check on the stew!” Chirping happily he went back to the site of the fire, lifted the lid and checked on their meal. Sniffing it deeply he groaned. “This is gonna be so good,” it was no ready for the peas, and cornstarch slurry he had prepped earlier. Mixing everything to perfection, making sure it was thick enough, he closed the lid, slipped on his oven mits and hoisting the pot off the rack, he brought it inside, setting it down on top of a heat safe mat on the kitchen counter. Levi began to grab some bowls and spoons for the two. “Soups on!” Levi yelled out, followed by a giggle-snort as he has always wanted to say that.

Geezy: As the wolf’s eyes locked his green eyes with the other’s icy blue ones, a surge of what was almost possessiveness swelled inside him, feeling the others delicate fingers gently on his lips as he took a slow drag from the jay. The deep breath he took only causing his normally large chest to increase in size, he held the breath in as the other removed his hand and Remi returned to his normal stature. He French inhaled the smoke as usual before blowing it out for a second time with a smile. “Thanks.” The wolf put a grimy hand against the tire he was supporting with his knee, uttering a few coughs. He watched the other retreat into the safety of the RV with a hunger in his eyes that could only be describes as the way a cheetah looks before it launches its body into one of an antelope; just pure, primal prey drive. As the door of the RV shut, the sound broke him from his near feeding frenzy. ‘Calm down Remi, we talked about this’ his internal monologue warned him. “You cant sleep with everyone you make friends with.. This is why you have no friends. When you INEVITABLY let your true self come out and act like an ass to them or otherwise fuck them over, they leave you with a little less of yourself than you started with.” The large man quickly dismissed this thought with a swift shake of his head, only furthering the mane of hair behind him to fall out of the bun it was in more. He sighed, fully removing the hair tie and replacing it on his wrist, he made short work of the last tire and put the toolbox and jack in his van, as well as the donut he used for the first tire. Returning to the vehicle behind Levi, the smell of the stew the leopard had made made his eyes water, and if he was in his wolf form, he would have an incessant wagging tail behind him. Remi took a deep breath through his nose, clinging to the feeling of belonging that the food always smelled like, among the perfectly paired flavors, of course. “Damn, I was going to suggest I take a shower, but I don’t know if I can wait that long for this..” He swiped the corner of his mouth with a strong, blackened hand trying to catch the drool from escaping his mouth, only leaving another dark black streak on his face. If the man was a cartoon, he would have hearts beating out of his emerald eyes as he became entranced by the stew in front of him. If it wasn’t already obvious, Remi had a one track mind, and was very quick to lose focus if certain topics were brought up.

Kezzi: Serving their meals up into their bowls he looked up at Remi, only to burst into laughter as he smeared the black mess along his face. “You don’t need to shower before dinner, but let me help you with that at least…” chuckling again, shaking his head side to side. Levi turned around to grab one of his clean kitchen rags, dampened it and then very gently, and sweetly, wiped the muck off of the wolf’s face, eyes connecting once in a quick motion before pulling his hand back slowly. “There you are, now…wash your hands and I’ll follow you, we can eat out on the chairs and watch the sunset!” praying the other would be happy with this option. It had been so long since Levi got to watch the sun set with anyone, he couldn’t genuinely tell you when he actually last did. Chugging the last of his second beer, setting it on the counter with a loud clank, the leopard definitely started to feel the loosening affects, feeling much braver, more confident now. They grabbed their steaming bowls and after washing his hands off, made their way out to see they were right on time as the sun began to slowly descend from the sky, hues of orange, purple and yellow gracing their starving faces. “Perfect! Look at that! Got everything done we needed to today, right before the setting of this glorious day that’ll turn to night,” sighing with contentment as he slunk into one of the loungers. Holding his bowl in one hand, spoon in the other he wafted the stew just under his nostrils. “Mmm,” his eyes rolled to a close, his shoulders giving a small but joyful shimmy, he scooped his first bite and slid the spoon past his lips.

Geezy: With a confused look across the large mans face, he almost physically recoiled when Levi came close to him, an instinctual reaction that he somehow managed to advert without much physical reaction except a few quick blinks. The soft touch of the leopards hands through the damp rag that wiped the muck off of his face made his knees weak for a second like when you scratch a dogs ‘spot’ and they kick their leg, but once his hand was removed, Remi smiled charmingly. “Ah, shit, was it on my face?” He laughed warmly, looking down at his completely black hands again before gliding over to the kitchen sink in one movement of his long legs, and turning on the water to scrub off the day’s work down the drain. Once finished, his green eyes sparkled at the suggestion of eating outside, and he nodded quickly. “Sure, that’s my favorite way to eat.” His sparkling white teeth glinted in his mouth again as he smiled, picking the beer he had been given from the sink and the bowl the leopard gently handed him, and following Levi outside to the chairs that were perfectly positioned towards the incoming sunset. Slinking into the chair next to Levi, the wolf couldn’t help but to stare while the other was unaware, admiring the contentment on his freckled face. His heart rate increased ever so slightly as green eyes traced the slightly feminine features of his new friends face. He was just so CUTE, and SWEET, and the wolf hadn't met anyone like him before in his life. Jolted back to reality by the leopards voice, he suddenly turned his head and gaze away to avoid detection as he replied. “Yeah, its been a pretty productive day! Been a long time for me.” He smiled, opening the beer with the metal on the side of the armchair and pocketing the cap that fell on the ground under him. Taking a long swig which emptied this beer as he did with the first, he set it on the ground before all of the wolfs one track mind was diverted to the food in front of him. He could feel the temperature of the dish through the bowl in his hands, yet continued to shove his spoon to the very bottom of the bowl and come back up with the largest bite he could fit on the spoon, a little bit of everything perched atop the metal as steam poured into the wind above it. He didn’t even have to spend any time smelling the dish, as his sensitive canine nose could already pick up every little ingredient and was about to put him into an embarrassing position if he didn’t stuff his face, like, immediately.. Remi plunged the huge bite of stew into his mouth, where his eyes quickly began to water as soon as it touched his tongue because of how hot it was. You could nearly see the steam pouring from his nose as he quickly began to chew, alternating between breathing through his teeth and through his nose to cool the hot food in his mouth. Shortly, he swallowed as quickly as possible and let out a loud, satisfied groan. “Fuck, this shit is so good.. Why are you just the best cook ever?” He smiled with the compliment. How had this dumb lug of a wolf even tasted it, between the HUGE bite, and taking his bite from the bottom of the dish, being the hottest. He easily must have melted off all of his taste buds. But Remi couldn’t help it. He had always eaten like an animal scavenging a carcass that eats so fast because it didn’t know where its next meal was coming from. Which, in a way, was Remi to a T.

Kezzi: Unaware of the ogling eyes that were on him at one point, Levi continued to delicately scoop stew into his mouth. He was very clean, very proper, Levi wasn’t one to leave a mess after eating, well mannered one could say, compared to the beast beside him. He didn’t mind it though, the way Remi messily ate and vacuumed his food, it made the leopard feel good, genuine happiness to know the man enjoyed his food so much. Taking a second away from his food to answer Remi’s question he spoke “Well, to be fair, I owe my skills to my grandmother, she taught me. I used to love watching her cook,” the younger reminisced fondly of his grandma. “I have sooooo many Irish dishes I learned from her!” His accent coming out thicker when he said the name of his native home. It was almost unnoticeable sometimes but certain words brought it out. It didn’t take the cat long to finish up his meal and when he did he patted his skinny stomach that stuck out from under his crop. “Happy tummy, happy Levi,” giggling to himself. “Think I’m gonna grab another drink, I’ll bring you another too!” Cheerfully he brought his bowl back inside, set it in the sink and then shifted his attention to the fridge. Grabbing the last Heineken out, and a tall can of modelo he had been given by a fellow camper his first day at the site. He came back handing Remi the glass and sticking the can with himself. He liked modelo and corona way more than more beers even though in his heart of hearts, he’s a white claw kind of vibe. Cracking open his can he shrugged “Figured I'd celebrate our new friendship! I really just wanna say thanks for hanging around, even though it’s only been a day, you’re …” feeling a bit brave “truly amazing to be around, Rem,” smiling fondly as he raised his can in a toast. They clinked and he began to drink a big portion of the can. Suddenly, Levi’s phone buzzes on the table that was in between them, planning to simply ignore it, before he saw it was an email from OF about a tip. “Oh?” He said out loud, quickly grabbing his phone to check. “Well I’ll be damned, johnnybro97 comes baring gifts,” he said staring at the large tip he received for his photos this morning. $150 tip. It brought a bright smile to his face as he wiggled and danced in his seat. “Ooo! I love big tippers,” he giggled looking over at the wolf now, setting the phone down.

Geezy: The wolf continued to shovel hot stew into his mouth, nodding to Levi as he spoke to acknowledge that he was listening through the loud breathing and slurping sounds as he ate. “Well she must have been a great cook to have taught you so much.” He finally replied with another charming smile after swallowing, his bowl already more than half gone by this point. Remi nodded at the leopards statement, again not able to advert his eyes from the others tight ass as he left. He had to calm the feeling that roared up inside of him quickly, or he would pounce on the smaller male when he returned, against all of his brains wishes. When the smaller man returned with the beer for him, he couldn’t help but flash that gorgeous smirk. “Thanks” he replied, popping the top off on the chair again and picking it up to join the other one in his pocket. Remi was a large man, but with the heroin already swirling through his system, the physical labor he just performed, and the lack of restful sleep the last week had left him already feeling the buzz of the previous two beers, and he took notice, however pushed on with the third, bringing it to his lips and taking another large gulp after they toasted, halving the beer already. Against his better judgement, he knew he shouldn’t let his inhibition down, or his new friend could really get hurt.. As the wolf brought the beer bottle back down, his smirk returned, the glaze of intoxication over his still bright green eyes. “Nah, nah.. The pleasure’s all mine, really. I’d be a pretty sad starving guy in a cold van without you.” Remi snorted at this thought, a very small slur to his words. As he watched the leopard interact with his phone, he tilted his head slightly to the side like a dog, perplexed by what the other had said. “Oh, you make tips at your job?” He asked, swirling the liquid in his beer can as he spoke. “I don’t think I ever asked you what you did for work?” Remi realized quickly, rubbing his neck embarrassed that he hadn't asked earlier. “Ah, unless that’s too personal.” The wolf extended both hands in front of him defensively, to diffuse any tension if it were to arise from the question.

Kezzi: “Well thank you! I guess it just means her spirit lives on through me,” smiling softly at his own sentiment. He missed his grandma O, she was his best friend, they didn’t everything together for a while, despite her reservations towards his mom and siblings. Honestly, everyone that wasn’t Levi, she was sour to, but always a sweet spot for him. The beer was making him sentimental, laughing at Remi’s comment. “Well I couldn’t have that, cold and starving? For such a handsome man? That just won’t do,” the statement followed by a short giggle that ended with a soft snort. Looking to the side embarrassed that he even made such a sound. He hated it. However, he brushed it off and watched as Remi slugged down majority of his beer. How did the wolf not ever belch after taking such long swigs, he’d never know. Taking slow, but still hefty in his own fashion, sips, he shrugged at the question. “No it’s not personal, I’m a content creator! I make…well…porn,” he said matter of factly, followed with a sheepish breathy chuckle. “I mean….I don’t do like PORN porn….well,” he tried to figure out the best way he could explain it. “I am a virgin, kind of…” he blushed brightly now, avoiding eye contact as he explained his position. “I take photos and videos of myself doing …solo things, people subscribe for a set monthly price and can send tips! I usually make $3-5k a month depending, with an extra $2-500 in tips,” less embarrassed now and a bit more proud of his income. It took him a while to build his platform to where it was currently. He had worked many jobs before but this one allowed him to do things for himself at his own pace on his own time. It gave him creative expression and freedom, he hasn’t had to rely on anyone for help since he got 5 months into his OF career, Twitter loved him, he had over 6k in followers on there, it’s essentially what helped him build his OF platform to what it is now. Levi felt confident in what he did but suddenly telling this very handsome man, made him feel very…shy? No…submissive….? He brought his hands together in a fist, setting them in his lap, thumbs twiddling back and forth.

Geezy: Remi arched a sharp eyebrow, in sudden disbelief at just one of the words that seemed the flow from the leopards mouth. ‘Virgin?…’ the word seemed foreign to him, as he hadn’t had his virginity for 17 years. How old was this man he was staying with? Was he a man? Remi had only almost accidentally gone home with an underage girl once, but thankfully was avoided at the last moment, and since then he had always been careful.. But Levi didn’t look underage.. especially if he was doing porn? The wolf sat silent for a second in thought, a dazed look on his face as he tried to break down what was being told to him. When his eyes met the icy blue gaze of the other, he swiftly realized he must look a little judgmental while lost in thought and he quickly corrected himself. “Honestly, that sounds like a very empowering job.” Remi grinned again, the compliment the leopard had given him subconsciously inflating his ego a little bit. “I’m sorry, I was just stuck on the fact that you said you’re a virgin..” The wolf’s facial expression hinted at something a little more, feral, but the inflection in his words didn’t show the same. “You mean you play a virgin?” He asked quizzically, taking another final bite of his stew on his lap. The sweat on Remi’s bare chest caught the light of the passing sunset, enunciating every line of the muscles that stretched across his torso. He knew just how attractive he was, and he also knew just how to flaunt it in his the right ways, making it seem natural. He grabbed the beer bottle from where it sat on the ground by his feet, and took another long drink. Upon hearing the leopards income though, he almost did a spit take, coughing and sputtering on the beer in his lungs. After quickly recovering, he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth before turning back to the other. “Damn, you make HOW much?” Remi had never even seen that amount of money in his 28 years of life. “Shit, if I had a card I would definitely be added to your list of followers.” Remi mumbled seductively, his sense of self preservation slowly fading with more and more alcohol in his stomach.

Kezzi: This time, Levi’s face turned redder than it ever had at the questions he received, but more so the slight, flirtation behind his curiosity, Levi could practically smell it, however he still was unsure of the other he couldn’t just assume. It’s unlikely that the man was gay, right? I mean….the hottest ones never seem to be, in Levi’s case. The “ocean full of fish” was more like a polluted ocean full of hybrid salt water piranhas, scary world to be apart of. He didn’t feel judged, but he certainly felt under the microscope, kind of like a mouse caught in the corner by a playful cat….he wasn’t used to that. It was always the other way around for him usually. Clearing his throat he nodded “You heard me right, virgin…27 years old and I’ve never had someone in me,” he laughed trying to make a joke out of it. “Honestly, never met anyone before that I wanted to…” choosing his words carefully, as he didn’t want to say one’s that would make Remi feel down for the count. He very much wanted that man inside him. However, he was playing it cool, calm, collected, though he was starting to feel very drunk after finishing his tall can in a few swigs. Feeling validated by Remi’s kindness he smiled, sweetly “It is! It’s actually so amazing being your own boss!” sighing with relief at the fact he’d never have to return to the boring parts of the work force again. He looked Remi up and down, sitting on the lounge chair across from him, as he took the last drink of his own, the way the sunset glistened against Remi’s skin, it made his whole body feel warm, and tingly, almost feeling self conscious at how absolutely toned he was, Levi wasn’t unfit, but he wasn’t muscly like a lot of guys were, which made him insecure in some ways. People assumed because he was small he couldn’t handle anything, when the deep truth was, his pain tolerance was threw the rough and he could crack several necks if need be. Levi hated nothing more than being perceived as weak, because he would be damned if he would through all that bullshit as a kid to be called weak. He just more or less always chose passiveness, but in this moment he was feeling fully submissive, catching on to that last tag line of ‘I’d subscribe’. ‘Omg he IS flirting with me…’ almost giddy like a school girl finalizing this information inside his head. His skin felt hot, his brain felt foggy. He desperately worked to keep his words straight, and concise while the alcohol boiled through him, he figured, there wouldn’t be a better time. If he was going to dip a toe in the water, make it the whole foot “I mean…IF you were interested…we could…do a collab video, something small at first, don’t gotta dive right into the crazy stuff but, my audience has never seen me with anyone else, it would definitely get new subs, get twitter buzzing and we could split the profits, use that money to fix up Ethel!” Trying so incredibly hard to seem casual and not just flat out ask the wolf to devour him right there on the loungers. No, he was a classy lady, he would not throw himself at this man..yet.

Geezy: The wolf’s large chest swelled with pride at the proposition, his eyes almost like lasers as they glowed brightly and bore into Levi with a seductive gaze, and he couldn’t help but utter a short, guttural growl from deep in his throat. He had been fighting the beast within him for what seemed like centuries, but it seemed like the other man wanted to unleash it, and he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Trying desperately to disguise his hot lust for the the leopard, his left hand gripped the arm of the lounger until the his large knuckles turned white. “Uh, wouldn’t that ruin your whole, virgin vibe?” The wolf asked, his heart caught in his throat as he was already ravishing Levi with his eyes. “I mean.. if it would help bring in some cash to reup on the things you’ve used for me, even, who would I be to deny your fans?” A devilish smirk flashed across his face now, the same primal ‘prey drive’ look in his eyes as his pupils even seemed to stretch out. “What would you even have in mind?” The wolf was already sold on the idea from the jump, already making a mental note of how drunk he actually was, as he knew he could do serious damage if he was too inebriated… from experience. He leaned forward towards Levi, his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers laced in front of him, his upper lip pressed against his index fingers. The wolf was suddenly aware of how tight the grey sweats Levi had give him the night before were on his hips, his whole body starting to gently tremble as many thoughts rushed through his drunk head of all the ways he could destro- err, partake in a sex tape with the man in front of him. His breath was hot in the palms of his hands and the crashing of his heartbeat in his ears was almost deafening.

Kezzi: Laughing a bit at the question he simply shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t be a virgin forever, as long as they get to witness it, It’ll be okay,” he said simply, his hands now laid out on his thighs, nervously scratching and clawing at his flesh, not hard enough to leave marks. Starting to feel the pressure of his excitement under his skin. “Well…idk we could start off with like ….dry humping and like….a blowjob? Or something…” he muttered the last bit trying not to seem too eager but also trying to assert his naughty desires. His drunk gaze calculating every move that was made by the Wolf. It was almost too obvious he was staring. Sucking his lower lip through his teeth, he gave a short, cheeky grin “Yeah? You’ll make a lot of them quite jealous,” giggling cutely, hand over his mouth, he stood up now as the sunset was quite over, the leopard swaying his hips as he made his way to the bus. He paused halfway, looked back behind his shoulder and beckoned Remi to follow him with a simple raised brow and cocked nod. “Comin?” Asking with a sultry tone to his voice.

Geezy: Time nearly stopped for the wolf now, his broad chest heaving with the heavy breaths  his lungs were exchanging. His whole body felt as if he had just done whip-its, every atom vibrating within him. The thought of the leopards soft, supple lips around his cock, his glacier eyes looking up at him innocently, it made a shiver descend down Remi’s spine. His cock twitched within the already tight sweatpants, and a surge of possessiveness flowed through him, nearly jumping from the chair as Levi asked him to join him. He normally would be able to contain himself; Mr. calm cool and collected. But this time was different. There was nothing he could do now to quiet the urges that he had to force down the past 24 hours. Crashing behind Levi and nearly knocking him over, Remi grunted at the mental force it took to not grip the leopard by the throat and just take him right on the stairs of the RV. The wolf’s pheromones were pouring into the air around him, and a large hand quickly went to steady himself on the railing of the stairs in front of him. “M’Sorry.” The man said quickly, realizing how forcefully he must have knocked into the smaller male, his excitement obvious by this point as he loomed over Levi’s thin neck, his hot breath dancing over his nape. Oh how that leopard’s scent was just intoxicating, causing his already heavy breathing to hitch…..

To be continued…

Hope you enjoyed this first part! More will be posted at the end of every week! Thanks for reading, don’t be scared to leave some feedback! *Be Kind*

[nostalgia-tblr]

I feel like anyone who's about to embark on attempting to type out a character's accent phoentically (at least as well as one can with English) should probably stop for a moment before they get going and ask themselves, "How would I, myself, feel about a fic where the one character who sounds like me had their speech written out like this and every other character just got their dialogue left in standard spelling?" I feel like a lot of people would tone it down a bit, at least, if they'd done that thought experiment first.

(Anyone who answered "but I don't have an accent!" isn't allowed to write out anyone else's accent, ever. This rule may seem harsh but you need it. Really, you do. Because you've never had anyone treat your accent as abnormal or comical or wrong, so you really don't know what you're inflicting on others here.)

[goodnightmemes]

THE TUDORS SEASON THREE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART TWO)

s03e05 - s03e08

❛ We must set to work finding a new bride for the King. ❜

❛ It's true, he has an heir, at last, but one is scarcely sufficient. To be safe, he must produce another. ❜

❛ Poor lamb. Never to know his own mother. ❜

❛ Perhaps, someday soon, you yourself will have a child. ❜

❛ You're sheltering a traitor! I want to know where he is. ❜

❛ You are going to tell me, or God help me, I'll kill you, and I have the immunity to do it. ❜

❛ I've grown afraid of my own shadow. ❜

❛ Sometimes I think I do not want this child in my belly. ❜

❛ Like the ruins of ancient Rome, the Colossus of Rhodes, all things tend towards their ruin. Even great houses and the fools who build them. ❜

❛ It's illegal to carry arms in court while the King is in residence. The penalties are severe. ❜

❛ I trust you will now apprehend the villain and prevent any further violence. Otherwise, you will pay the price for your failures. ❜

❛ Everything he might touch is to be washed, and everything he might eat, tasted for poison. ❜

❛ What the King wills, the King must have. It's not to be argued with or crossed. ❜

❛ In the absence of the King there has been much malevolence and violence at court. ❜

❛ There are some who desire disorder with all their hearts, thinking of using it, at the end, to their own advantage. ❜

❛ You presume too far above your very base and low degree! ❜

❛ The King listens to him. That makes him dangerous to everyone. ❜

❛ Perhaps it is my fate never to marry. ❜

❛ I would think less of him if he were to accept such gifts in order to love me. ❜

❛ Though I cannot touch him, I swear I will make him eat his heart. ❜

❛ Death is not ready for you, yet. God has something else in mind. ❜

❛ I know what it is that we have both lost. We have lost our youth. There is nothing in the world, that can ever return it to us. ❜

❛ I will marry who I like! ❜

❛ I want to see my son. What have you done with my son? ❜

❛ Your son is unharmed. He will remain unharmed until we are sure that you are not all traitors. ❜

❛ I ask you, whether such dishonest and treacherous sons could ever have had an honest mother! ❜

❛ With your permission, Madam, may I ask if you would consider marrying the King? ❜

❛ Is it not strange that the King's Majesty was in so little space, rid of his three Queens? ❜

❛ Frankly, Sir, if I had two heads, then one would be at His Majesty's service. Alas, I only have this one. ❜

❛ How can you suppose that at my age, I am capable of plotting anything against anyone? I wish only to live a quiet life, away from this world. ❜

❛ You may well beg mercy, but whom shall say if it be granted or not. ❜

❛ Everyone has an agenda! And what I want doesn't matter! ❜

❛ My father told me that if you leave even a sapling in the ground, one day it will grow into a tree! And that little boy will have 40,000 troops flocking to his banner, and you will be the sucker! ❜

❛ I need pictures! Do you understand? I need to see them. I need to see the woman who's going to be my companion for life. ❜

❛ I'm afraid I was not born for happiness. ❜

❛ I swear he has poisoned the King's mind! And if I could, I would strip him from the King's side, and burn him. ❜

❛ You have ten seconds to get out of my court, or I will beat you like the dog that you are! ❜

❛ I see now what it takes for a man to make his way in this world. He must make a practice of hypocrisy. ❜

❛ I say to you, again, while you still have a free choice, will you live or die? ❜

❛ There's no doubt, now, he must be overthrown by force. ❜

❛ My conscience will not permit me to consummate this marriage because I feel there is some impediment to it. ❜

❛ I tell you, God will not grant me any more children if I continue in this marriage. ❜

❛ Not telling a woman what she must expect on her wedding night is like sending a sailor to sea with no biscuit. ❜

❛ He is charming and very good looking. I think you might like him a little. ❜

❛ I resent the King nothing, but others seek to undermine me, since I was born so low and they so high. ❜

❛ I hope you can forgive my impetuosity. I know we should have been formally introduced, but I couldn't wait. ❜

❛ May I kiss your hand? ❜

❛ I have found someone to amuse the King. ❜

❛ We ran a little wild. There was some fun in it. ❜

❛ I was told before that she was charming, intelligent, well-read, gracious. A true Princess. But nothing prepared me for her beauty. But a beauty that comes from inside. To me, she is the most beautiful creature on God's earth. ❜

❛ The King has noticed you. He may ask to see you. ❜

❛ You didn't step on my foot. How could you? Your feet don't even touch the ground. I wanted a moment alone with you. ❜

❛ Would you like me to kiss you again? ❜

❛ Do not sit there. That is no place for you. Traitors do not sit among gentlemen. ❜

❛ I left her as good a maid as I found her! ❜

❛ My pride has brought its punishment. ❜

[hyprmemes]

bullet train (2022) starters edit as you see fit

“a father’s job is to protect his family”

“you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from”

“you are getting the new and improved me”

“i’m less reactive to situations, i’m more accepting of people’s shortcomings”

“you put peace out in the world, you get peace back”

“my bad luck is biblical”

“i’m not even trying to kill people and someone dies”

“talk about a candidate for self-improvement”

“please tell me you didn’t order the sleeping powder”

“you don’t have to nick the biscuits, man”

“i think they’ll notice the childish code names first”

“oh, now he’s callin’ a fruit sophisticated”

“when was the last time you ate a lemon meringue pie?”

“i’m sorry, are you talking about lemons?”

“you idiots work for my father?”

“we could deliver you back to your pops in a box”

“you ever watch thomas the tank engine?”

“i always bring my stickers with me, you know that”

“your daddy hired us to get you out of the trouble you got yourself into, didn’t you, naughty boy”

“you’re startin’ to get on my tits”

“our job is to keep you safe and to recover the briefcase with the ransom money inside”

“he doesn’t need a reason to kill people like you, he needs a reason not to”

“family’s more important than money, right?”

“why do i even bother forwarding you the briefings?”

“there’s this soulless psychotic leader with the largest criminal organization on the planet shoved right inside our fucking ass cheeks”

“if you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, I’m gonna shoot you in the fucking face”

“but i’m not in someone else’s story”

“you’re going to kill him for me”

“i will ruin your life the way you ruined mine”

“let this be a lesson in the toxicity of anger”

"talk to him or, like, talk to him?”

“you are fuckin’ excused”

“the guy who stabbed me, i spilled wine on his suit”

“i’m really gonna have to process my part in the incident on monday”

“i didn’t realize i was gettin’ a babysitter to come cut my bollocks”

“this rude enough for ya, ya fucking prick?”

“shove that fuckin’ hat up your fuckin’ asshole, you hear me?”

“gotta use your small inside voice in here”

“there’s a gun underneath this table pointed right at you, so i would…”

“you look like every white homeless man i’ve ever seen”

“well, you also have a shoot-able face”

“i’ve learned that with any potential conflict there’s an opportunity for growth, a path to a peaceful outcome”

“every day is a fucking headache with you, innit”

“you’re alive, i’m alive, everyone’s happy”

“i ain’t got the time or the patience, let alone the interest”

“would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?”

“it’s some fuckin’ ’80s dance-off, innit?”

“do us a favor, get the fuck off my back, will ya?”

“you shoot first and come up with the answers later”

“oh, my god, did you just say “whack”?”

“well, i don’t think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose, were they?”

“you’re a terrible father, and your son is going to pay for all the mistakes that you’ve made”

“i’m gonna go find a temple and reevaluate my choices or something”

“you’re gonna close your eyes, and i’m gonna count to three”

“you’re not even afraid and your lip’s quivering”

“thirty seconds before the venom does its thing”

“are you lying on the ground in the fetal position?”

“you gonna fuckin’ waltz up here and blow my brains out in front of the whole fuckin’ carriage of witnesses?”

“keep your fucking knickers on, all right?”

“make sure you do something that brings you peace, ’cause everything else is a pain in the ass”

“you’re not going to let me get hurt”

“a blind man could see you are the one in the dark”

“fate for me is just another word for bad luck”

“i will finally be allowed to make things right”

“when we are so quick to anger, we are slow to understand”

“i’m fast to kick your ass, though, i swear to god”

“i should’ve put a bullet through your ass!”

“why are you motherfuckers using metaphors?”

“i built myself up from the nothing you gave me”

“i’m more like you than that little fuck up ever was”

“kill me like you did all the others who tried the same”

“shouldn’t the plum give up all resentment?”

[sheriff-deacon-keller]

what happened to you and arthur that one day? you said you needed to talk then completely went mia. were you guys ok? did you do something gay????

Arthur and I try to keep private conversations of the internet. Ya never know who’s watchin’.

[thepollyjustice]

Hi Mr Justice

”Hi there! Nice to meet ya.”

[mansionfreaks]

mon dieu clockwork, ton canadien-français ? à quel point ta ville natale était-elle enneigée ?

[catboyolli]

What's the interview about Olli's bass being handcrafted? Maybe i saw it and i don't remember it and i found funny knowing he destroyed an handcrafted bass

hiiii, it's this one! timestamp: 15:26

Transcript below but please give it a listen, I just love the way Olli tells the (short) story hjsdfhjsklsd 😂

Question: which is the best guitar you ever had and why? And was it because of sound, color, or style, or etc?

Joonas: it depends on what is the best, but I would say the first guitar I ever had because that made me play guitar and learn how to play. Of course, when it comes to guitars, in this moment I'm in love with my new two guitars: Solar guitar and one irotlas [made me], RPS(?) custom model. Those are my favorites, I love them.

Olli: my favorite was the one our friend made. It was a custom made jazz bass. I fell in love with it, it sounded good, it felt good, it looked good... and then after one legendary show I left it on the roof of a car, so... [laughter]

(the interview goes on and Joonas is asked if he named his guitars like Olli named his bass Simba. He says "let's call it Enrico" (both of them?) "Yeah, Enrico 1 and Enrico 2")

[eievuimemes]

PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE (1974) SENTENCE STARTERS [SONGS EDITION] TW: Suicide mention

“_____'s sister needed an operation.”

“All my dreams are lost and I can't sleep.”

“All of us are glad you're gone.”

“Be no man's fool and be no man's brother.”

“He never knew his father; his mother didn’t bother to catch his last name.”

“He'll bring us to our knees in admiration.”

“I am your crime.”

“I can see that you're the devil's pride.”

“I couldn't set things right with apologies or flowers.”

“I defend my soul from those who would accuse me.”

“I finally lost control.”

“I have been the world and felt it turning.”

“I ran a light without my registration where the cops were bound to see.”

“I swore I'd sell my soul for one love who would stand by me.”

“I taste their victory and sin.”

“I thought I knew you but I didn't know you at all.”

“I was not myself last night.”

“I wonder what became of me.”

“I wound up on parole.”

“I'd sell my soul for one love who would sing my song and fill this emptiness inside me.”

“Is it someone calling me?”

“Lost a fight by a dude I should have beat.”

“Nobody likes you and you're better off dead.”

“On the street, a blow like that is stunning.”

“Our love is an old love.”

“Our paths have crossed and parted.”

“Salutations from the other side.”

“Sleep alone could ease my mind.”

“Slow down baby; you'll only get hurt if you fall.”

“That's what life is all about.”

“There'd be a man who could tell our story.”

“They scare me.”

“This love survives the ages.”

“We can't believe the price you paid for love.”

“We must still believe.”

“We need a man that is simple perfection.”

“We'll remember you forever.”

“We're all born to die alone.”

“We've all come to say goodbye.”

“We’d dream each other’s smile.”

“When a young singer dies, to our shock and surprise, in a plane crash or a flashy sports car, he becomes quite well-known.”

“While some grew wiser, you just grew older.”

“You gave all you could give, so your sister could live.”

“You had better start for home while there's still time.”

“You never listened anyway.”

“You told me one time that you'd be somebody.”

“You weren't working just to survive.”

“You're listening, but somehow you don't really hear.”

“You're working so hard that you don't even know you're alive.”

“Your pipe dreams have become obsessions.”

[yell-on-spikemuth]

An unmarked box arrives on Piers's doorstep. Inside are 39 Inkay in Pokéballs, and a note.

"Thanks for taking these off my hands, huh. And don't try to trace where this box came from – it won't work."

The note is signed with the initials C.L.

//the inkay were all fathered by Mr. Amar from the team rise event that @/professor-mystic ran. their non-malamar parents are a mixture of (from most to least) galarian corsola, kabuto, tatsugiri, and somehow hisuian quilfish.

< [A video, starting with Piers stepping back from adjusting the camera. He squats down beside the box, mumbling about "Inkay or shitty fanmail" barely audible, popping open the top. Firstly he inspects the pokeballs, clearly checking to make sure none were damaged in shipping, before pulling out the note, reading it aloud before finally addressing the camera directly.]

"Somea the inkay arrived, I was hopin this was the case actually. Much nicer than creepy fans leavin 'gifts'." [He punctuates the last word with air quotes, then laughs half heartedly with a short snort.]

"About the note, why in arceus' name would I try to trace a box? Ya think ive the time n energy fer that? Fuck no. Especially not after —" [He pauses to lean back over the box, quickly counting the pokeballs before continuing] "— Thirty-nine! Thirty-nine new babes to take care'a?"

[He inspects the note again, mumbling over the words as he reads.]

"Its signed by a 'C.L.'. Not to judge or point fingers, but if yer who I think ya are, I aint surprised yer dumpin off so many 'mons. And if yer not who I'm thinkin, then I'm sorry fer assumin. Anywho, that asside, lets get to meetin' and namin'."

[He turns back to the box, at this point his pokemon - Obstagoon, Malamar, Scrafty, Skuntank, and a low-key Toxtricity - have entered the room to sniff at and inspect the box as well. It seems to be particularly interesting to Obstagoon and Malamar]

"C'mon lads, step back, give 'em some room please." [He speaks with a chuckle, gently shoo'ing his pokemon away from the box before grabbing two balls and releasing the inkay inside.]

[The pokemon all begin to curiously inspect each other. Piers visibly tenses up when Malamar reaches out a tentacle towards the smaller of the two inkay, only to relax when it gently rests its 'hand' on top of the inkays head. The inkay squeaks in delight. Lots of sniffing around and gentle poking ensues. This kind of behavior continues as Piers releases more of the Inkay from their balls. At one point, Piers steps in between one particularly strangely coloured inkay and Obstagoon - who was close to biting at the squid pokemon curiously.]

[After a while of interaction antics and a lot of chatter from everyone, Piers smiles at the camera and quietly claps his hands together. The oddly coloured inkay, which has taken to hiding behind his legs jumps slightly at the sound.] "Alright. Everythin looks to be goin well so far. To recap, their names're —" [He starts pointing at individual inkay, saying a name to go with each, starting with the strange colored one and then to the particularly small one, and so on]

"— Cheeseball, Brocconcini, Gouda, Havarti, Asiago, Gorgonzola, Provolone, Feta, Ricotta, Gogoat-Cheese, Grilled, Cheez'N'Toast, Mozzarella, Parmesan, Cheddar, Melted, Plastic, Camembert, Unovan, Montery, 4CheeseBlend, Powder, Mac'N, Richard, Emment, Gruyere, Prover, Brie, Cheeseburg, Curd, Colby, Cotija, Cottage, Farmer, Motzy, Paneer, Pepper, Romano, and Stringster. Told ya I can name em after cheeses."

[He smiles down at the inkay before turning back to the camera. He walks up to it, gives a wave with a "bye", and shuts off the camera.] >

There ye have it folks. Inkay time. Stole marnies phone fer recordin, and she'll get first pick of 'em. Ill update ya on the situation after everyones settled in.

Thanks fer the inkays.

[patchdotexe]

there are currently 10 fics in the mirror folder and there's about to be 15 when im done with this

[thekinkyleopard]

A Shifter’s Tale

AlxKoxNai RP Canon Lore Transcript

Part 1

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Foul Language, Demons, Sneaky Snz Mention

Description: Two residents of hell, are released out onto our reality on Earth. Each with their own set of reasons. How will that turn out for an Anti-Christ that craves chaos and a Gate Hound that just wants to understand? Join them on discovering the meaning behind being “a person” and building connections.

Author’s Notes: I knoooooow I announced this months ago and just getting to it nooowwww I’m sorryyyyy LOL me and Geez have also been behind on the RP anyway so this will be a short part! Hope you all enjoy 🤪 @aller-geez owns Kanai and Draeko, and did the lovely cover art!

Kezz: Alistar laid back against a large, blackened stone lounge, stretching his long limbs before scratching his stomach and smacking his lips, looking upward at the space above his head. Fire, brimstone, ash. It surrounded him, and for some it would be exhausting to breathe within such a contaminated environment, the demon only thrived. He counted each flickering speckle of dusted ash that floated across his vision before he heard it, the booming sound of his father’s hoove steps. “Abaddon,” he called out, coldly, harshly, like a knife secretly at your kidney. Dont make any sudden movements or sounds. Alistar, however, unphased by the Deity’s darkened, and aggressive manner turned his head, slowly, painfully so. It made the large half goat half demon’s eye twitch, snarling with impatience. “It’s time…while you weren’t due for your collection til next week, Cerberus has asked me that you accompany Kanai to earth, keep him straight,” he narrowed his goat like eyes, staring into the the emptiness that was Al’s true form, his blackened scleras and reddened irises rolled across the back of his skull. “Yeah, okay, whatever gets me the fuck out of her—…” suddenly a sharp pain at his throat, like he couldn’t breathe, and his body slowly lifted off the surface he once was standing on.

He moved to speak, but nothing could come out, every time he tried it was like fire in his esophagus. “Abaddon, there is no room for Error in this mission, shall I discover you’re /slacking/ or failing in anyway….I will not hesitate to eliminate you,” the monster was clear with what he meant, and Alistar was sure in even the farthest corner of his mind, his father meant it, he'd seen him smite others for less. His eye twitched but he didn’t whimper, or cower. He simply went limp, eyes glaring daggers in the direction of his so called dad.

“Yes, that…right there Abs….hold onto that hatred, that anger….itll come in handy…don’t go soft when you get down to earth,” as if someone had tossed a baseball, just as casually, Al went flying through the air, collapsing to the ground with a rough thud and scrape of his jeans, creating more tears in them. “Understood…” he spat, avoiding eye contact now but refusing to show a glimpse of emotion. “Good boy,” Satan smirked waving his hand off to signal that demon’s exit. “Be gone now, do as you were created to,” Alistar came to a stand, dusting himself off and with a grunt, headed toward the gates.

“Fucking bastard…” he grumbled once out of ear shot. “Real piece of work that Satan…” scoffing to himself before he reached his destination. “Nai! S’go!!” His hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound of his voice calling out to his best friend.

Geez: Meanwhile, Kanai stood at the huge iron gates as large flames licked up the metal, the thick black layer of soot constantly kept fresh throughout the millennia with ease. The hellhound stood tall and proud, like he wasn’t the size of an ant standing in front to the terrifying three headed beast that was his father. Cerberus had long ropes of drool that slid between his massive teeth as he panted, although Kanai stood completely motionless as if his body was made of stone, his black rimmed heterochromatic eyes focused straight in front of him to show his respect for the huge canine.

“Lucifer has offered for you to be accompanied to the mortal world by his son. He will be joining you to ensure your safe return after your Ramspringa. You are my smartest son, and I have faith that you will simply become bored of the mortal world. Your intelligence should make this the shortest Ramspringa yet, and when you return, I will begin to personally train you to begin the process of taking my place in front of the gate.” Cerberus clapped one massive paw against Kanai’s shoulder and although he didn’t move a muscle, the sheer force behind the encouraging gesture was enough to make the Merle hound lose his balance a little, taking a few small steps to the side in order to regain his balance.

“Yes, father. You have nothing to worry about. I have located a few points of interest that I would like to indulge. I will be returning shortly to allow you to finally step down.” The borzoi nodded very slowly, now allowing himself to make eye contact with one of the three terrifying canine heads that sat atop his father’s shoulders. “I have faith in you, boy. Now, go find his offspring and make sure your temporary flesh vessels were created correctly before you depart through the portal. You will only get one after porting to earth.” His father warned with a stern expression, to which Kanai nodded silently to show he understood.

Just as the hellhound turned to trek through the familiar fire and brimstone that he had called home for 2500 years to locate Alistar, his ears perked up to sit gently upon his head as the same deep, frustrated voice of his best friend resonated within his head. The gold piercings that dangled from the tips of his ears swayed lazily as he whipped his head around towards the familiar voice, his blue and brown eyes instantly connecting with the silhouette of the redhead calling out to him. Padding down the array of blackened stones that let from the thick iron doors, Kanai finally stood face to face with Alistar. “I thought you had no interest in returning to earth, Donnie?” The hound asked with a tilt of his head as they both began to trudge towards the Vessel Laboratory, both mentally preparing for the lengthy process that leaving hell always was.

Kezz: Alistar waited out, kicking the greyish terf about with the point of his steel sole, flesh bound foot cover. Sighing deeply he looked off into the distance, seeing a horizon of fire and the echoing sounds of tormented souls shrieking loudly in his ears. It was mundane. The same shit everyday. Torture. Fire. Ash. Then you have the frozen layer. Torture. Ice. Cold. Even more boring than the fire. He couldn’t wait to get back onto earth. He had only had a few sessions of training down there, supervised of course by a higher level demon, recruited under his father as always. So he never got to have an authentic experience. He just hoped he could at LEAST, find a couple mythicals walking around so he can get some real good tail. His best friend just wasn’t cuttin’ it anymore. The second the Borzoi headed toward him he already nodded his head, running a grey hand through his ruby red hair.

“No interest? Oh Kanai, my dear sweet canine friend, the opposite is true!” He raised his arms high. “There is so much to discover on Earth, so much mischief! You thought mischief down here was entertaining? Wait til we get up there!” Pointing upward toward what could be considered the sky to hell but more or less was just more brimstone. Hell was a lot like being stuck inside a giant castle on fire. While the two of them made their way to the Lab, Alistair sighed with a dreamy like tone to his voice. “It’s going to be so great…two of us…taking on planet earth,” he just really wanted to get the fuck away from the world’s biggest Narcissist ever created. His father. He couldn’t stand being surrounded by brothers who all praised and kissed their father’s ass, with said father eating it up like a thanksgiving brunch. A vulgar sight to see.

He wouldn’t have to speak to them ever again, so long as he kept his vessel alive, and away from any of his brother’s also on earth. Shouldn’t be hard. They were all busy with their objective. Collect souls for hell. The more souls signed over to Satan, by his name or in his honor, the less powerful Lucifer’s chain tethers are. There are tethers in heaven that connect to restraining Lucifer into hell and keeping him there. The less souls in heaven VS in Hell, the less power Heaven has over hell, slowly releasing him. Once he can regain visitation to Earth, he can take over and rule all. Eye rolling himself into the sun, but this is what Al was trained, groomed, and bred to do. Yet, he rejected every part of it. Fuck that. If he was FORCED here, he was going to have the free will his grandfather intended for him, and indulge.

“They better have gotten my customizations right, swear I don’t wanna have to do it down ON Earth it’s so much worse when you’re occupying the vessel,” his half lidded, disinterested eyes turned to that of slight worry, hoping the lab demons didn’t get lazy, or petty. It’s a gamble working with demons. They walked through the archway, and immediately the lackies began to scatter about to get things in line for the two Princes. “Your Majesties…” they began “Ew stop, I’ve told you, don’t do that, My father isn’t a King,” Alistar rolled his eyes. “Our vessels ready? And you didn’t fuck up the instructions did you? Cause I’ll fucking rip that tiny useless head right off your shitty shoulders,” stepping forward with his excruciatingly violent demeanor making the workers shrink nervously.

“Y-Yes Mr. Abaddon, Sir,” snorting he folded his grey arms over his chest.

“Let us see then,” nudging a look over to Kanai to gauge his reaction as their vessels were exposed to them. The bodies looked more or less like they would as people, but Alistar’s flesh was way more lively, blackened hand tattoos and matching blacked out neck, flames going up the wrists. The vessel had piercings, long snakebite spikes, septum, Medusa and tattoos under his eyes. Under the left was 666 under the right was a Leviathan cross. At the end of the day, he hated his dad, but, he knew he was safe covered in their family sigils whilst on earth. Gotta be protected by the radicalized Catholics and religious nuts that’ll try and douse him with holy water. “Oh hey look you did get it…wait…” the Anti-Christ stepped closer to the vessel examining it before looking inside the waist band. “Yo! What the fuck! That ain’t 10 inches!” He looked up with almost shocked rage.

“L-Look S-Sir we had to go with E-Eight….it was t-too much your d-dad said…” they cringed and cowered.

“Typical…fucking Old man, killin’ my buzz…” he crossed his arms and let out an irritated grunt, exhaling loudly through his flaring nostrils.

Geez: “I’m very intrigued to see how the mortals live.” Kanai nodded as he paced along side his best friend. As the two approached the facility, his ears pressed back against his skull, displaying his discomfort clearly as the demons began to fuss over them. They scurried around the building, trying their best to quell the redhead's temper. While the others were all busy with Alistar, the hellhound padded silently towards the vessel they had created for him, his dual colored eyes scanning up and down the mortal flesh before him. One of the worker demons from behind the rest of the group noticed his interest and broke away from the others to stand beside him, nodding with a hopeful look in their eyes. “I hope the vessel we have crafted for you meets your specifications, your majesty?” They asked cautiously.

Despite the redhead’s adversity to that word, Kanai couldn’t help but enjoy the special treatment. As the youngest son of Cerberus, and the only one who didn’t constantly get themselves into savage battles in the name of their father, he didn’t get the special treatment very often. So of course, he took advantage of it at any time he could. The vessel that lay lifeless on a stretcher was gorgeous, more than he even expected to receive. The grey skin accented the shoulder length blue grey hair, and the shiny black horns that protruded from its skull were a perfect replica of his own. The corners of the hellhounds muzzle turned up slightly when he noticed the upside down crosses that hung from the human ears. Littered across the vessels face were a multitude of different piercings: gold cheek piercings, two top lip labrets, two bottom lip labrets, as well as black rings in both nostrils, and another ring buried within its septum.

“It exactly matches my request, you have my gratitude.” Kanai nodded, his dual colored eyes flying to meet with Alistar’s. “Are we prepared for departure then, Abaddon?” His tone was changed only slightly as his impatience began to get the best of him, his paws shuffling until him as he began to get antsy to experience anything besides the bowels of hell that he was used to.

Kezz: Alistar sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing to himself. “8 inches…PFT…” he grumbled under his breath, but before long his pouting intercepted by Kanai’s question. “We gotta get into the vessels first dingaling….and stop calling me that, I made myself a new name for my new life…it’s Alistar….so yeah, from here on Abaddon is dead,” his voice was still very clearly irritated by the work that was done on his vessel, it was such a minor detail to everyone else, it was but a few inches in detail but it was enough to piss him off.

“I’m sorry your highness, truly, it was out of our judgement,” the grey skinned male rolled his darkened eyes and simply waved a hand about.

“Whatever just connect us to the vessels,” trying to get this show done and over with at the least so he could get to having a good time. Fuck this place. Alistar and Kanai were then approached by two tiny goblin like demons, and handed each a small tiny vile of black liquid.

“Here you are, Sir,” Al took the glass in his hand, observed the contents before ultimately downing it like a shot of alcohol. Similarly as well, it burned down his throat and made his whole body shutter violently. Used to the feeling as they had snuck in many times to steal vessels for their entertainment.

Soon the vessel that was once unanimated and laying down started to vibrate and glow a bright crimson and eventually so did Al. “Here we-..” he started to himself before long, the light was so bright neither body was distinguished from within the light, and with a loud crackling sound, BOOM. He and the vessel combined and as a large cloud of black smoke appeared from the sound, it slowly dissipated and revealed Alistar now standing in front of the team of demons all clapping their hands.

“Wonderful! How’s it feel your majesty?” Al exhaled with annoyance once more behind the sounds of celebration, rolling his now clear white scelaras and Ruby irises.

“Stop calling me that,” he didn’t want to be royalty. He wanted to be a God. Every time they called him a prince, your highness, majesty, he was reminded that he was nothing more than a successor to his damn father. No. He wanted to out rank that old man. And he would, so help him, he would.

“Our apologies…does the vessel feel comfortable?” the trembling demon asked.

“It would if I had a bigger dick but I suppose this’ll do….” Shaking his head back and forth in response.

Geez: Kanai snorted a chuckle through his nose. Growing up with Alistar, he completely understood the redhead's adversity towards his father. He, however, wanted nothing more than his father’s approval. His father was a fierce, legendary warrior that was respected by the creatures of hell, and he felt pure admiration for the three headed beast. But because of his overall lack of interest in savage battles like his siblings, he was often overlooked by his father. The fact that he was chosen to take his place in front of the gate should have been the best thing that had happened to him, but he couldn’t help but feel some sort of envy towards his siblings for getting to live their lives separately. How was he supposed to return to the bowels of hell quickly when the only thing waiting for him was solitude?

Getting torn from his own thoughts, a vial of the same viscous black liquid was thrust into his field of view, to which he tossed the goblin a nervous glance. Before he even had a chance to speak, Alistar had downed the substance, and after a moment, his best friend stood in front of him within the new vessel. The hellhound blinked a few times, trying to process the transformation, sure they'd done this a few times behind everyone's backs but this felt weird doing it on purpose, which only made the demon next to him jab an elbow into his side gently. “It’s your turn now, Your Majesty.”

With a nod, Kanai sucked in a deep breath, before taking the vial within his teeth and throwing his head back, the liquid sliding down the side of the glass and emptying down his throat. The liquid had a horrible, sickening taste that one could only describe as acid as it burned down his esophagus and filled his stomach, making the hellhound gag audibly, resulting in the the glass shattering against the ground in front of him. Ugh, he hated that taste.

“Your highness!?” The goblin shrieked nervously as they hopped around trying to avoid the glass that scattered around their feet. Before he could speak, the vessel they had prepared for him also began to vibrate and emit a navy blue light, and his canine body followed suit shortly after. Moments pass before his body was replaced by a disembodied blue orb of light that quickly disappeared within the vessels open mouth with a deafening sparking sound, followed by complete silence.

After a second, the human eyes of the vessel flew open, revealing Kanai’s blackened scleras and heterochromatic irises, and he slowly sat up before lifting his greyed hands and flipping them back and forth in front of him, reunited with human hands instead of the four paws he was used to standing on.

“D-Does…. Does everything feel o-okay for you, my prince?” The goblin asked cautiously as Kanai began to peel his new body from the stretcher it once laid in.

“Different.. but.. Sufficient.” Kanai nodded respectively.

Kezz: Alistar stretched his new arms out, admiring his tattoos and his newly colored flesh. He couldn’t believe that he was this close to getting the fuck out of this literal hell hole. His Ruby gaze stared closely as Kanai swiftly shifted and changed to combine with the vessel waiting for him. Once the body animated to life, he himself smirked and clapped his hands. “Alriiiiiight, let’s do this shit then…gotta get back to the gates in our new vessels and get the whole entire fuck out of here!” Grabbing his best friend now by his very human like shoulders and shaking him back and forth. “We’re gonna be free beings, Nai!” His teeth grinned brightly ear to ear, he couldn’t wait. The parties, the sex, the drugs, the chaos, all of it. The humans too. He couldn’t wait to pluck their souls and fuck with their heads. He hated those little cretins.

“Ready?” He asked as he cocked a look to his best friend. Not long after they found their way back across the darkened ashy wasteland Alistar stared about the large black, metal gates. Though, if you were to touch them, your fingers shall whisper through like an illusion. Around the gates was a large bursting wall of blue flames. “Alright, how the fuck do we do the thing and get down to earth then, are we like…waiting for your dad with the key or…” he looked around with an empty epression on his face but his body jittered with impatience.

Geez: The bright blue light from the flames in front of them reflected in Kanai’s black scleras as he examined the gate for a second, until he finally processed what Alistar had asked him. Turning his head towards the redhead eerily slowly, his face could only display what one would imagine would be a confused expression but it was nearly the same as any other. “…Have you forgotten that the gates of hell require no key, Donnie?” He tilted his head to the side as he questioned the demon, thoroughly confused by the sentiment.

Alistar had grown up in Hell with the hellhound, and had seen the gates used many times in that time. Maybe he had simply forgotten? As his heterochromatic eyes stayed locked on his best friend's, one greyed lanky arm was outstretched in front of him and his palm met with the iron bars of the legendary gate. The closer his hand got to the gate, the more transparent the flames behind it got until they disappeared completely as his skin made contact. He simply pushed lightly against the metal, and the massive gate creaked loudly as it was dragged against the stone ground to open a few inches.

“See? We only have to push it while the seal is lifted for our departure.” He nodded to punctuate his statement before the intense chill of the unfamiliar air behind the gate made the hair on his outstretched arm stand on end. Retracting his arm back quickly as if he had been shocked, his gaze snapped towards the gate as he held his hand to his chest. He had never been close enough to the great gate to feel the other worldly air, and it was a stark reminder that he was about to leave hell, the only place he’d ever known, for the first time.

His heart thudded loudly in his chest, but his facial expression didn’t change at all. Once able to process his thoughts, the hound quickly adjusted the halo that glowed brightly over his head, and turned back to Alistar. “Piloerection while in the vessel feels way more intense with less hair.. I must discover the reason once we have adequate time on earth, Abad-…. Alistar.” Correcting himself quickly, Kanai nodded again as almost a pat on the back for remembering the redhead’s new preferred name. “If you are ready, we may depart. Make sure to remain close behind me, so you may also depart without instance.” He told the other offhandedly, although all of his focus was on the gate now as he reached out both hands and forced the gate open just enough for the two to squeeze through.

Even if it was only opened slightly, the metal made a bone chilling sound as it scraped the ground, and the icy air from outside the gate was strong enough to blow Kanai’s grey blue hair back as it rushed in. Without stopping, suddenly the hound began to move forward and through the gate, into the overwhelming darkness on other side. Shortly, the darkness consumed his entire body, and in the time it had taken him to blink, he suddenly found himself having to squint against the sun that burned his unaccustomed eyes. Raising a hand over his brow to shade his vision, the hellhound looked around at his surroundings. He was standing in an expansive field of well kept sod grass, and off in the distance were metal and plastic structures where a few children hung off of them while laughing, and a few others ran around them, equally bright smiles on their faces. Kanai had never seen such a thing..

As he stood staring into the distance, his train of thought was interrupted by the loud smack of footsteps that seemed to be getting louder, until a teenager ran past them wearing jogging shorts and tennis shoes, but no shirt. “Nice horns, faggot!” The teen jeered as he passed, followed by a sarcastic chuckle and a shake of his head. “You have my gratitude.” Kanai called after him with a nod, taking a moment to run his fingers across the points of his horns thoughtfully. “That was generous of that mortal..” he whispered to himself.

Kezz: Alistar stood there examining the metal from a far. He looked over at Kanai and frowned as he watched him effortlessly open the gates. Sure, he’d seen it done, that doesn’t mean he hadn’t been manipulated. “Easy for you to say asshole, I was told if I try to even touch the gate that I’d explode into a hurricane of guts and return as a worm….but now that I think about it….my dad really is a dirty fuckin liar….” Pursing his lips with agitation and thought. “You forget that only one of our dad’s tells the truth about shit,” rolling his crimson eyes, almost as if he was annoyed that Kanai often forgot how cruel and awful Lucifer is, but I suppose one can only know based off their personal experience, and Lucifer was generally neutral to be around for most everyone in hell. When suddenly Kanai pulled back, Alistar felt a slight tinge of panic from within his chest. “Are you gonna explode?!”

Fearing that maybe his father was right and no one that wasn’t holding a position of power, couldn't in fact open the gates. Noticing there was no look of horror, torment or pain spread across his friend’s face, Alistar chucked a brow up as he looked at him closely noticing that the hound was starting to slowly come back to reality, he then began squinting slightly as the hellion spoke. He allowed the other his slip up, and decided to make no fuss on it. He just shrugged his shoulders.

“Look, I’d rather we didn’t waste anymore time here, let’s go,” starting to fall impatient as they just stood between the very real, obtainable moment of being on earth, and the harsh reality that was the fact, they were still standing in Hell. Once Kanai started to actually open the gate, Al creeped closely behind, hoping to avoid getting lost and them appearing in two different locations.

Luckily, as the darkness that started to consume them, disappeared like clouds opening up from the sun, Alistar squinted, and suddenly like the fog was cleared, he realized they were no longer in hell. The echoing sounds of small humans playing filled his ears, along with the teen, insulting his friend, as he passed by Kanai. The red head swiftly, and in great timing, stuck his leg out and burst into laughter when the kid went flying face forward into the concrete. “Ah!” He exclaimed as his nose hit the cement and blood trickled down his face. “What the hell man?”

“Nah, I don’t live there anymore but, you’re more than welcome….” Alistar stared deeply into the kid’s eyes and towered over his body that still lay on the ground. “Be gone, cretin,” he hissed at the teen, and before long the boy scrambled to his feet and took off. “Kanai, Faggot is an insult, he was essentially saying you’re a dirty dick sucker….which in theory doesn’t make sense…because sucking dick and having your dick sucked is actually….really fucking great so idk, kid is a buzzkill I guess,” he shrugged his shoulders before he looked around to see where exactly they landed.

It was a huge park, massive, in the middle of a very large city, buildings everywhere. “Shit where the hell did the gates drop us off at?” He looked around questionably, before realizing there was stuff in his pockets. He reached down, patted at his pants and realized there was a cell phone, a wallet and any information he would need as a “human.” IE Social Security card, ID (fake address provided) a bank card connected to an account that was indeed, full. “Damn dad really made sure we were set,” he snickered going through the phone and realizing just how much freedom they had now. “Let’s go do something fun….Fuck everything else,” the red head turned to look at his best friend, smirking before someone behind Kanai caught his attention.

A man smoking a cigarette, which intrigued Alistar so much he actually pushed past Kanai to talk to the stranger. “Hey dude do you have another one of those?” The stranger looked at Al up and down, squeezed his eyes with an air of judgement before he scoffed.

“No, who the fuck are you? Fuckin bum, get out of here,” the red head frowned, and scoffed audibly.

“Fine then,” his eyes closed and when they opened again, they were entirely black and suddenly the man went stiff, frozen in place. “Give me all of the Smokey sticks you have,” demanding slowly of the man, who nodded in return, shoveling his hand in his pocket only to pull the pack out and hand it over. “Good, now fuck off,” he spat at the stranger he essentially mind robbed. “Look Nai! Treats!” He held the box up like a trophy, making his way back.

Geez: Watching the boy run off further into the park for a second before turning his attention back to the redhead as he spoke, Kanai was yet again confused by the explanation he was given. “An insult?… but he said he liked my horns, which is a compliment, yes?” The wheels in the hellhounds head were clearly turning, but the concept was lost on him. “Regardless, that mortal seems to be rather uneducated to think that I was ever unclean while engaging in fellatio..”

How would this strange creature even know about his life in hell? Maybe they had certain powers that he hadn’t read about that allowed them such insight into his past life?

Still quite obviously mulling these thoughts around in his head, he opened his mouth to fire off another endless string of questions for the redhead, but was quickly cut off as he was pushed to the side. The hellhound’s halo that hung in the air above him slid a little from the abrupt movement, however he caught the glowing ring in his hand before it manage to slip off of his head and clatter to the ground below him. With what could assume was a frustrated grunt, the halo was readjusted over his head again while he watched Alistar’s exchange with the stranger.

Suddenly, Kanai could feel the energy switch to hostility in the human as he squinted toward the redhead, making the quick decision to stay back and observe on the off chance that if this man attempted to attack, he would quickly become the demon's first soul harvest of their adventure. The hound wasn’t the most adept when it came to physical altercations, so what would it hurt to have a little more first hand experience before he was faced with the task? Although just as quickly as the energy between the two had become hostile, the man became compliant, stuffing the strange box into Al’s outstretched black hand. Huh. Guess there would be no epic battle for him to study.

The word ‘treats’ echoed in Kanai’s head for a second before his multi colored irises finally lifted to the box being held up. He had no idea what the exchange was even over, but he could tell that his friend was excited about their gift, and this alone calmed the warning bells that had been going off in his head. Slowly he made his way across the rest of the field that lie between him and the redhead, and when he finally stood in front of Alistar again he squinted slightly as he attempted to replicate the expression he had seen a few times already. Sure, he didnt know exactly what feeling he was supposed to be conveying by holding his eyes as such, but there couldn’t be that many emotions to fabricate. It must have at least been close to it.. right?

“…. What did you receive? I am unfamiliar with any treats that look as these do..” Kanai asked after a second of intense study, turning his head to look at his friend once again with a seemingly irate expression. Any kind of emotion looked strange displayed on his face having gone 2500 years with the same stoic, blank features, but this one definitely took the cake.

Kezz: Alistar placed his hands at his hips and couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the other’s naivety. “It was sarcasm, Nai….I see I have my work cut out for me,” he shook his head but then grinned. “You’re not wrong on that end though pal,” pointing at him with finger guns.

Once retrieving the pack of cigarettes, which conveniently had a lighter tucked within the contents. “This is a …cancer stick? Cigarette? Stoge? The humans call them many things…they’re for sinners though…and I hear they taste awful but make you feel really good,” explaining the foreign item to his best friend, looking more at it than his strange expressions.

He slid one out of the package and brought it to his lips. “You light it like they do in the movies with this thing,” pulling out the lighter, he struggled with it a bit. Not exactly sure how to get the fire going. His red brows furrowed inward as he attempted to give the button a press. Nothing. What?

“Hm….” He contemplated audibly before examining the tool closely, the stoge hanging loosely from his lips. “Come on….tch…Uncle fucking Christ dude…why won’t it light??” Starting to get increasingly frustrated before eventually, by accident, his thumb slid along the rolling metal gears of the contraption, and pressing the button, boom, a small flame flickered about.

“Ah-hah!” He grinned with success, bringing the fire up to the end of the cigarette, and soon the demon’s lungs began to fill with smoke as he inhaled. After a few short drags, he exhaled gingerly, allowing the nicotine to rush straight into his brain. “Holy shit….” He stumbled, not used to the kick behind it. “Nai you gotta try this!” The trail of smoke lingering amongst the two and tickling Kanai’s sensitive nostrils, consuming his ability to smell anything else but the burning tobacco.

Geez: “I will have to study the subject more I suppose.” Kanai shrugged, not giving it any more thought. He released a short, sharp exhale to show that he had heard the redhead, his eyes locked onto the lighter in the other's hand as he struggled, although he had no insight on the foreign object so he stayed mainly quiet. When the flame finally managed to lick across the metal of the lighter, the hound's eyes lit up a little, fascinated more by the lighter than the cancer sticks that Alistar was so excited about. “…Mortals have pocket fires?” He asked curiously, reaching out to gesture for a closer look at the object. After a few seconds of silence as the redhead took a few drags, Kanai lifted his gaze from the lighter and back up to meet the other's ruby orbs. He had to admit, watching Alistar experience the intense nicotine rush did make him a little curious to try it himself. You know, for research reasons.

“I suppose I could parta—..” The hound was cut off mid sentence, already attempting to take the cigarette from Al’s outstretched hand, when he began to be overwhelmed by sensations that were completely new to him. His eyes quickly began to water, filling to the brim with liquid that seemed to force him to squint, making the bright blue from his irises almost glimmer in the sunlight they stood in. Within seconds, it felt as if someone had lit fire to the inside of his sinuses, and it only increased exponentially when he attempted a quick sniff to chase off the unbearable itching. The hellhound couldn't help but suck in an involuntary gasp of air as his eyes snapped shut, and he was instantly overwhelmed as the tickle bloomed into two unintentionally harsh releases into the space between them.

“huh’KIISSHH’ah! Eh'kgsssshihh!!“ Dazed, Kanai blinked slowly a few times, feeling an unfamiliar pressure behind his eyes as a single tear slipped from his left eye and down his grey cheek. “Apologies,” the hound sniffed once again as his eyes caught the small cloud of mist he had made into the air reflect the sunlight. With the strange feeling suddenly gone, he attempted to take the cigarette from Alistar once more, although the wind only directed the smoke straight towards him. He didn’t even have time to react this time as the tickle returned with vengeance. “hh’KSHHh’hieww!”

What the hell was going on? This had never happened while he was home. He wasn’t even sure what to call it.. how would he do any research on the subject?

With another quick sniffle, he dropped his outstretched hand to his side and shook his head. “I don’t think they are compatible with my vessel, Donnie.”

Kezz: Once Alistar finally got a flame going he felt much more confident in his abilities to figure out human tools. He smirked and looked over at Kanai with a grin. “Yeah, funny huh? In hell most of us can just flick our fingers and have a spark….humans are so useless they need to make tools for such tasks,” he cackled a bit before taking another large inhale of the cigarette while handing the hound the object in question for him to examine. Enjoying the rush the nicotine gave him as his head, thoughts and reality swirled amongst him.

He was suddenly caught extremely off guard by the sounds exploding out of his best friend. He blinked his crimson eyes once, twice, three times in confusion as the sound didn’t seem to stop, his cheeks turned a slight hue of red and he bit his lower lip, watching as his best friend’s eyes began to leak and his nose crinkled with every blast. “What the hells is that?” He asked curiously, watching as each time Kanai is faced directly with the trail coming off his lit stoge, it caused these loud and moist fits that made the demon’s body tingle and tremble upon witness.

“Looks like /I’ve/ found something to research!” He snickered before pulling his cellular out and typing into the search ‘what is the loud noise that humans make sometimes from their face when there’s smoke around,’

Google: Sneezing

“Hm….what..is….sneezing?” He ticked into the search bar now.

Google: sneeze /snēz/ verb gerund or present participle: sneezing make a sudden involuntary expulsion of air from the nose and mouth due to irritation of one's nostrils. "the smoke made her sneeze"

“Interesting…apparently what you just experienced is a ‘sneeze’ Nai and it says here, they’re 1/8th of an orgasm! ….hot….do it again…” he grinned up now at his best friend wafting the smoke trail closer to the other before they heard a loud commotion.

“Come on dude! I just need a nap! I’m exhausted!” he heard one of the two voices exclaim.

“Find a friend's house to crash at, no sleeping in public parks,” the red head looked over to see what he recognized as a human police officer, aka the fun ruiners and some dirty looking man arguing with him.

“Hmmm might have my first prospects….” He mumbled to himself. He did come here on a mission. Granted, one of his own, without his father’s knowledge….but that was for him.

“Nai, I’m gonna run a collection, then we are gonna get settled and find lodging, cause we can’t just sleep outside,” he scoffed, realizing they had to get some ground work done before any real fun could begin.

Geez: Kanai wiggled his nose back and forth, sniffling lightly as Alistar explained the concept. “A.. sneeze?” He asked, almost cautiously, until the redhead compared it to an orgasm and he was suddenly intrigued again.

The hound leaned forward to place his face in the trail of smoke once again and focused on the newfound sensitivity that instantly sprung to life on his face. Well, if it were 1/8th of an orgasm, this next one should send him over the edge, if the research was correct. Inhaling sharply, the burning sensation once again stole his breath in a ragged gasp before a loud, “HEH'kkssshuuh!” exploded from his features for a fourth time. Scrubbing frantically at his pierced nose, he emitted a quick groan before his bleary eyes peeled open again to almost glare at Alistar. “That—“ he cleared his throat, “—did not feel like any orgasm I have ever experienced, Donnie. The information seems to be inaccurate.”

Shaking his head, his gaze followed the demons and settled upon the officer. He couldn’t understand the need for such an enforcer, but Alistar was right, they needed to find somewhere to sleep for the night sooner rather than later. “Yes, it seems as if he knows where we could find such.. if you don’t mind, I will observe from here and will stay out of your way.” The hound replied matter of factly, his eyes never leaving the human in the uniform as he fiddled with the lighter within his grey fingers.

Kezz: Alistar watched closely, if the man had a tail it would be wagging furiously as he stay witness to his best friend’s research. Hoping that he would get to see this new vessel he was in, come to climax in front of his very own red eyes. When it came flying out of his mouth, he was disappointed slightly by the lack of convulsions and pleasured sounds and crossed his arms. “Well what the fuck! That’s what my cellular device said!” The red head huffed but shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe it has to be the right trigger? Hm? Like something stronger….” Almost contemplating ditching all their efforts of trying to figure out how to settle in out here, and go on an entire rampant search for the orgasm inducing sneeze. It really was hard to stay on track out here.

Almost fully allowing the right side of his brain to lead him into distraction, the left side began to itch and gnaw at him. “I guess we will figure that out later, we have plenty of time for research,” nodding respectively, feeling proud to choose productivity over horny, but it may be the only time.

Allowing his long slender legs to carry him across the grass to the interaction of the two people; he first approached the more authoritative figure.

“Hey, me and my friend are new in town, where’s the closest domicile I may purchase?” The cop raised a brow and folded his arms over his chest.

“What do you mean?” Al crooked his head, unsure of the officer’s confusion and rolled his eyes with impatience.

“You know, a place we can sleep? Eat? Have privacy? A domicile?” The cop scoffed and shook his head.

“What is this the 1800s ?” He chuckled loudly the sound echoing obnoxiously in Alistar’s ears. Already regretting this interaction as a whole.

“I am unclear what that means, but can you help us or not? Is that not what you do?” cocking his hip with judgement at the officer. Alistar couldnt beleive the incompetence, and disrespect. Arent they servants of the public? Scum.

“I don’t baby sit, move along sir, you can find hotels on every corner,” the cop narrowed his eyes and looked over at the homeless man once again. “You get out of here before I ticket you,” the man on the recieving end sighing, gathering his things and starting to walk away as the officer glared back at the two demons. “And you two better not cause any trouble out here,” pointing a stern index at them before he too, began to take his leave.

Al felt slighted, disrespected, what the hell was that? Not even a proper answer he snorted angrily through his nose before quickly walking after the homeless man. “You! What say you? You know where I can find shelter?” The man froze, almost looking at the red head with mocking disbelief.

“Dude if I did, I wouldn’t be getting kicked off a bench now would I?” The dirty man crossed his arms with a read of mistrust.

“Look, I have money, I just need to know where to give it to sleep permanently, I need a…thingy! One of those things that the humans go back to every day after their shenanigans,” mulling his hands in circles trying to remember the human languages he loosely, lazily, half-assedly learned.

“A fucking house, dude?” almost unbelievable how clueless the crimson eyed figure was to the homeless man in front of him, his brows raised.

“Yes! House! Lodging! Shelter! Whichever! Can you point me in the right direction? I can make your wildest dreams come true, trust me,” winking at the man mischievously. “Just grant me access and ownershipofyouressence and it shall be done in the name of Alistar Satanos,” he held up a proud index finger to the sky, knowing full well he was convincing enough to the human ear. The man tilted his head and peaked a brow up.

“Huh?” Unsure of what the strange red head meant or even said, was he purposely mumbling?

“Promise me the directions towards a lodging facility and ownershipofyouressence and I will grant you your deepest desire,” the man considered this for a moment, he looked around and his brows raised with curiosity. At this point, the man just wanted to see if he could benefit from this insane reaction so he interrupted with a wave of his hand.

“Okay let’s say I do, my deepest desire is to be successful and rich so I’ll never have to starve again, you can do that?” still not fully believing the tall random man, but something about Alistar’s smirked coaxed him further.

"I can do more than that but, yes, I can," the stranger swallowed nervously but then nodded and immediately, crimson eyes turned solid black, and they began to glow with an ominous narrowed stare.

"Then so it shall be, in the name of Alistar, you sign yourself to me, and all to which you desire, will come to fruition," his voice suddenly dropping several octaves, echoing loudly in the fore front of this stranger's brain.

At the first thought of acceptance, the stranger froze. Suddenly, the man's eyes rolled back, his arms outstretched wide and Alistar reaches out with an open palm.

"In Alistar's name," the unknown male gurgled behind a strained voice. A brightly shining translucent sphere seemingly floats out from the man’s open throat, and into the demon’s hand, immediately absorbed. Everything fades, his eyes slip back from his head and he sees Alistar standing there normally as he once did.

“Excellent, now, where can I find lodging?” The red eyed demon grinned mischeviously. The man now obviously empty, falls back to a standing position, a shell of what he once was.

“Downtown you can find a realty office, they sell houses fast and cheap, I just could never afford it,” his voice monotoned, the color drained from his cheeks, you almost would believe the man was sickened.

“Well, Steve my man, you can now, enjoy your lifetime of riches and success,” snapping his index and thumb the man’s life, as agreed, changed forever, with a huge disadvantage. Now that Alistar owned his soul, he would never walk the earth as the same man he once was.

Alistar walks away, satisfied with the deal he struck and returning back to Kanai’s side. “Man humans are so fucking stupid and desperate,” he threw his head back in a joyous chuckle. “One soul down, several million to go and I’ll out rank dad,” shooting a wink towards his obtuse partner in crime. “Anyways, Gotta go down town, there is the place called a realty office ….we talk to them and they’ll provide lodging,” exuding confidence as he pulled out his electronic box once more. “Ah, maps, that should help,” clicking the app open he input “realty office downtown” within the search bar. The GPS managed to pop up his results in a matter of seconds, giving the demon an estimation of arrival. “It says if we start now, we will get there in 26 minutes by walking….”

To Be Continued……

Author’s Notes: HAH. Snuck some snz in there. Anyway, sorry if this is so short and slow and only mildly entertaining, mostly just logisitics building and getting them into earth first, it’s all we have as of right now but we plan to write more this year 🥰

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straight up this is me being hateful bc i saw a rly funny blog. but the concept of 1. writing smut on tumblr and 2. writing that smut in a southern accent is so so so so funny to me

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went to go deadwood info hunting bc it got mentioned in a rolled and im like ok sweet let me just open the autogen transcript an- . BUT THERE ISNT ONE FOR THIS EPISODEEEEEEE

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New Silt Verses AND upcoming updates for Fallen London, you'd think it was my birthday this month or something

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reading an explanation of the cyrillic alphabet (as used in russian) and it's saying that а is pronounced "a as in father" and stressed о is pronounced "o as in bottle" and its times like these im thankful for ipa