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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 15, 2004 2:34:28 GMT -5
"Why don't you change into some other clothes and pitch in, since Shade deserted me.."
Bassarov continues to paint. His white shirt is streaked with yellow paint. Even his black hair has contrasting drips of yellow.
"I think turpentine will get it out..."
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Post by Machiavelli on Apr 15, 2004 2:35:40 GMT -5
Macs back was to Kaschei which made the disobediance easier.
"I'll do as i please Mortal." Mac rolled over and looked upon Kaschei. His robes seemed bulky and heavy. He would have to fix that for his friend. "Now are you going to stand and gawk at me or do i have to jerk you down to sit with me?"
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Post by Garret thingysure on Apr 15, 2004 2:39:11 GMT -5
Garret looked at Bassarov then at the house.
"I would change but all of my clothes are like this. I usually wouldn't be caught dead doing this but something has inspired me i guess." Could it be togetherness, leadership, Or perhaps how everyone pulled together when that god guy attacked.
Garret it embarrassed and doesn't know what to say next so he just starts to paint hoping not to get on his silk shirt or in his hair.
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Post by Kaschei on Apr 15, 2004 2:39:15 GMT -5
Kaschei took off his flowing black cape and threw it over a chair. He sat beside Machiavelli on his bed, and stoked his pitch black hair.
"You have always been very loyal to me, my pet."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 15, 2004 2:43:54 GMT -5
The sun grows higher in the sky as they paint for hours. Bassarov becomes sweaty but feels strange taking off his shirt. Not only is skin rather pale, but he is very modest.
"I feel good doing this sort of work. It is cleansing to the concience..."
Bassarov takes off his shirt and climbs onto a ladder, he continues to paint.
"This is not my sort of work either, Garet. I am more indoorsy and intellectual. But it is important work...."
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Post by Machiavelli on Apr 15, 2004 2:44:49 GMT -5
The feel of his friends touch caused the feelings he had before to stir.
"Yes Kaschei. I always have been loyal. And as a friend so have you. As a friend..." He let this trail off he was not in the mood to start a fight.
Mac leans forward to look Kaschei in the eyes the fire still dancing within his eyes.
"My friend the offer i made before we were so rudely inturrupted still stands. I am tired but i did say if i had to go down there i would seek satisfaction" He touches Kascheis hand and kisses the top of it before letting it go.
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Post by Kaschei on Apr 15, 2004 2:48:47 GMT -5
"You are the only person that I can call my friend, and my equal. You are the only person that I care for."
Kaschei removes his clothes and crawls into bed with his dragon counterpart.
He wraps his arms and legs around his dear friend and kisses him.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Apr 15, 2004 2:53:46 GMT -5
Seeing Bassarov take his shirt off Garret decides he will to. He removes it to expose a well muscled tan and very sexy body. Thats what a personal chef and trainer will do for you. He tucks the shirt into the back pocket of his leather hip huggers and he joins Bassarov with the painting.
"I am glad i came to help. This isn't so bad i guess. Hey perhaps after all of this is done you and your friend whats his name...Mischa? Maybe we could go for a dip in my Jacuzzi."
Garret smiled he hoped he was affecting Bass just a bit. He had to have some dramam you know.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 15, 2004 2:59:12 GMT -5
Seeing the attractive musician shirtless was a little distracting. Bassarov began to get more sloppy with the paint. He quickly finished the job, not doing a terribly terrific job with the final sections that he painted.
"Yep. I think I am done. That sounds like a wonderful idea, Garet. You are a great socialist...offering to share what you have with us...in this case...the jacuzzi. I will call Mischa on his cell and tell him to meet us there...."
Bassarov calls Mischa and tells him to meet at Garret's. He tries very hard not to stare at Garret, since he does not want to feed his already enlarged ego.
"We can talk politics together, the three of us. It will be great."
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Post by Machiavelli on Apr 15, 2004 2:59:54 GMT -5
Mac had only hoped. He had been naked under his blanket waiting. as Kasheis lips found his he began to shudder. Alow growl formed in his throat and he held onto the sorcerer more tightly. He kisse Kaschei with such passion then he rolled on top of him and got between the mans legs.
"My friend you are the only human i deem fit to even be near me. I have grown so fond of you. I admit i was jealous before." His hair hung down and into kascheis face. Mac began kissing Kascheis neck, playfully nibbling on it.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Apr 15, 2004 3:05:15 GMT -5
"That sounds excellent. I would love to hear more on your views on Red Infinity and what has happened to society since capitalism. Is there anything you guys would like special. I was gonna call my chef so he could have something ready for us hard working men." Garret goes up to Bass slings his arm around him and pats his chest heavily. He then moves away still smiling.
"I don't know what you guys might like lemme know and i'll call." He raises his patch and winks before lowering it again.
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Post by Kaschei on Apr 15, 2004 3:05:37 GMT -5
"Every time I have seen the spledor of your true form, I admire you. Your black scales that shimmer like the night sky. Your toothy mouth that breaths acid and terror. You are a creature of beauty and grace, and I have always wanted you. You are my distant dark universe" The sorcerer says as he slips his tongue into the dragon's mouth. The dragon's forked tongue tangles with his own.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 15, 2004 3:10:20 GMT -5
Bassarov does not care for egotistical people, but a little confidence never hurts.
"You can surprise us, Garret."
Bassarov heads back, but Mischa is nowhere to be found. He leaves him a note and heads to Garret's. Garret has a nice place, which is a given, since he is a famous musician. Bassarov takes some time to look at Garret's furnishings and the interesting interior design of his home. He feels a little uneasy, since materialism and wealth are the things of capitalists.
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Post by Machiavelli on Apr 15, 2004 3:11:45 GMT -5
At the mention of his true form parts of him begin to change. He gets a few black scales here and there then his eyes change then his tail grows and leaves. He is a morph of his human self and dragon self. He finally contains it and puts an arm under Kaschei pulling him up to him. He wants to hold him and love him but dragons do not love do they? They covet. Bah.
He gently but firmly scratches down Kascheis chest. He wanted him so much....forever.
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Post by Kaschei on Apr 15, 2004 3:16:45 GMT -5
"I over worked you my pet. You shoud get some rest, and when you wake up in the morning I shall be at your side..." Kaschei says, He pets Maschiavelli's hair and strokes his chest until his eyes get droopy.
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