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It was a bright cold day in February, and the clocks were striking seven-forty. Taylor Bell, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Cedar Bay High school, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of brisk snow from entering along with him. He was of a shorter height compared to the other boys of his sophomore class, and so the cold bit through to his bones with ease. Shivering, he made his way through the crowd of students to his locker where he stuffed away his coat and backpack before pulling out a few textbooks and walking towards homeroom, which, for him, was more of a study hall filled with students from multiple grades.

As he walked on down the less crowded hall, his eyes were locked onto only the floor ahead of him as to avoid looking at the other students. As Cedar Bay's newest addition, he didn't yet have any friends; nor did he have the confidence to talk to anybody. He had all the friends he needed online. If he ever noticed someone's gaze, he'd simply look away and pretend to adjust his glasses or fix his wavy blonde hair. To elaborate, though he has been here a few days now, it was just now dawning on people that Taylor was a boy. He never talked! Even when he did, he was softly-spoken. It's wasn't uncommon for him to catch whistles in the halls as he passed some of the less-informed boys. He found himself not minding though. In a way, he took pride in his girly features. His legs were long, his hips wide with a round butt to match, and his face was soft under his long, tamed hair. The confusion, to him, was rather exciting actually.

As he thought on this, with a small grin curling up his lips, he nearly passed his home room. Turning on his heels to walk inside, the usual buzz of the other students talking over each other filled his ears. Most have taken their seats already, but the room was far from calm. He slowly made his way through the crowd to the back corner of the room and sat down in the furthest desk with a huff. In an attempt to escape from the noise around him, he opened one of his textbooks and attempted to read to no avail. Still, it was all he could do...

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Seated in the back of the classroom where most of the misfits were forced to recluse too sat Riley Whitmore, an upperclassman clothed in her usual wardrobe; a pair of out-dated Tripp pants for comfort, a black and white checkered hoodie to conceal her lustful mounds and a pair of black sneakers. Under untamed strands of brown hair hid a pair of Air pods that were currently blaring alternative rock. The intended goal was to drown out the mindless nonsense filling the room. Normally her concentration would be on drawing out an idea for a new tattoo however today the sheet set before her blank.

Lost in the mocking white paper a pair of wide hips and rounded backside captured her attention creating a bit of a disturbance in her lower regions. Slyly watching the student sit with a huff, "That must be the new kid. The rumors are true he resembles a girl almost flawlessly", thinking to herself. The last several days Riley's attendance was lacking, after all, she had a persona to keep up. Every so often she'd stay home to work on art or to play a video game. Never having the impulse to talk to someone Riley found herself suddenly overcome with the desire to introduce herself but she hesitated to speak. At that moment the teacher entered the classroom ruining her chance. Riley always found social interactions a bit uneasy and awkward because she was fearful of becoming close to anyone and a secret she kept tucked away coming out. The teacher spoke and within moments all the noise dispersed then roll call began.

Tapping the end of her black gel pen on the rustic wooden desktop, Riley set bored out of her mind, concentrating on the second hand of the clock. Slowly it made way back to the twelve, and the class had been in session for ten minutes. Scalded by the teacher already for having in earphones and threatened to be sent to the principal's office if she put them back in Riley didn't know what to do to kill the rest of the class. Riley's homework had been completed the night prior along with outlining of the chapters for her other classes. Groaning in annoyance as she had no inspiration to draw. "I am so bored," complaining to herself then an idea hit her. Eyes darted over to the new kid momentarily Riley knew exactly how to add some excitement to the snooze fest. Pulling a notebook from her messenger bag she'd scribble down a few words on the lined paper with a crude stick doodle of a male and a female. It was a simple question: what are you? Folding the paper into a small triangle shape Riley held it between her thumb and index finger before flicking the note.

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Taylor winced as his reading of the English Civil War was interrupted by a ballistic trigon which pecked his eyebrow and fell onto the page before him. With timid eyes he looked up to see the culprit still looking at him from just a desk away. He recognized her from the morning's bus ride when she sat in the back and seemed to drown out the world with music he could hear from his seat in the front. He wasn't sure of her intent with the note, but her appearance was edgy and starkly opposed his own conservative style of slim jeans and a T-shirt. Likely, it wasn't to make friends.

Drawing a heavy sigh, Taylor reached down and unfolded the note. The content he found within didn't surprise him, nor did it upset him, but he wondered if this girl was serious in her question or just hazing him. In response, he pulled out his pen and clicked it into action before neatly circling the crude male stick figure. Then, he folded it back up in the same fashion to the best of his ability and flicked it back. The aim of his shot was a bit rubbish but it would undoubtedly make it's return journey to her.

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The note landed on her desk bouncing a few times before finally falling flat. Knowing her luck if she had attempted to catch it the teachers attention would have been drawn to the note passing. Picking up the refolded piece of paper Riley wasted no time in reading it. Having watched him like a hawk eyeing its potential prey, Riley had guessed that the other circled female; it was a surprise to her when the results showed different then what she had suspected. Covering her mouth to conceal a giggle before peering back over at him with her emerald green orbs, Riley scribbled down a response before sending the note back in the same manner. I don't believe it was the words on the document.

Becoming bored almost instantly as the letter arrived back on the boy's desk Riley stood up from and walked towards the front of the classroom making it appoint to walk pass the new kid. The instructor would glance up from the newspaper she was reading asking what she was doing. "I have to pee," Riley stated nonchalantly not bothering to stop as she was hounded about the policy of raising one's hand than asking to go to the bathroom. "Whatever," walking out of the classroom she'd head to the bathroom hating that the school didn't have a private restroom.

Pushing the girl's room door open Riley entered noticing that she was alone, "must be my lucky day." Speaking out loud to herself. Opening a stall she'd make sure the lock worked before unzipping her Tripp pants and pulled out her endowed member and revealing herself from the massive amounts of Mountain Dew she had drunk before school.

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Taylor didn't mind passing notes, but he'd rather not keep getting pelted in the forehead like so. As Riley got up to pass, he watched her with wary blue eyes before returning his attention to the note. After unfolding it, he let himself grin. _Am I so unconvincing...?_ He thought to himself. _I wonder how I'd look if I actually put effort into being girly..._ The thought danced around his head until he noticed the front of his pants tighten due to a small growing erection. With that, he shook the thought away.

Unsure how to reply, he decided to be direct with an inquiry. He wrote "Why do you care?" and flicked it back to her desk to await her return. As the moments passed, he wished in a way that he had just thrown the note away. Perhaps it was best to end the conversation. Still, his curiosity had the better of him, making him feel a bit eager. And so, he waited; reading once more about the Roundheads and Cavaliers...

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Tucking herself back into her boyshorts panties the bathroom door opened. Her quiet place invaded by the yammering of the school drama queens. Instantly annoyed by the gossip that spewed from their mouths Riley thought about just sitting on the toilet and waiting for them to depart. The reality was those girls weren't in there to pee and she knew it. Flushing the toilet with a groan she'd exit the safety of the stall. "Excuse me, I need to wash my hands," speaking firmly to the three blondes who were chirping away while applying lipstick. The one in front of her turned around as if to say something but cowered saying, "oh, sorry Riley I'll move."

"Mhm," coldly acknowledging the other as she stepped up and cleaned her hands. Grabbing a few paper towels she'd dry her hands as she left the bathroom. Riley overheard one of the girls comment crudely but it wasn't worth her efforts to retaliate.

Walking back into the class she'd take her seat and pick up the note reading it. Balling the paper up without a response Riley aimed for nearest trash bin and throw it away. Choosing to ignore him for the remainder of the class, Riley found some inspiration and used that to start drawing. Before long the bell rang signaling the end of the class.

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Watching Riley yeet the paper into the trash, he shrugged. Supposedly, that was the end of it. For the remainder of class, he continued reading. Though he could hear her drawing, he refused to turn his head and satiate his curiosity over it. She was interesting, he would admit, but crude and unapproachable. It was best to leave her be. Besides, the conflict between 17th century Parliamentarians and Royalists was infinitely more interesting to him than awkward socializing. The act of pretending to be involved with others as they do the same in return didn't strike him as a time well spent.

However, as the bell rang and all the students started to rise and collect their things, he snuck a glimpse over to her in an attempt to see the girl's sketch.

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The sketch was crude and still had a lot of altering before it could be considered close to being finished. Riley closed her sketch pad, shoved her belongings back into her messenger bag and looked over at her victim a moment. She couldn't deny that he was cute especially in a submissive sort of manner. Thinking a moment about how innocent he'd seem pressed against a wall in a school girl outfit, Riley instantly regretted the thought. Shaking her head as a surge of energy raced for her pants she tried to think of something less alluring. Irked that this boy was causing her mind to play around in the gutter she'd walk past him looking down at him and wink, "later babe." Referring to him with a feminine pronoun as she walked out of the classroom, Riley was never a true bully to anyone but she never backed down. However, something about him made her want to pick on him and even haze him a little.

Heading to her locker, which wasn't far down the hall from the class she had just exited, Riley grabbed the combo lock and input her code. As she changed out the content to prepare for her next classes, Riley kept an eye out for her quarry curious to see where he was going to go.

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Taylor was taken aback by the girl's strange words. _That's rather... forthright._ He thought, but didn't respond. Instead, he remained still and watched her until she passed through the threshold of the hallway. _Was she expressing an interest in me by saying that...? Surely not._ Even so, the thought dumbfounded him. Her style was outlandish, but not without design, and though he had only caught her face in brief instances throughout class, he found himself recalling it warmly. After a dismissive shake of his head to dispel the thought of her, he moved into the hall.

Already having his books for the next few classes, he walked on down the hall, passing Riley with only a glance her way. The majority of his classes were sophomore-only until after lunch, which was itself shared between only the 9th and 10th grades, when eighth period he had Gym just before the 15-minute bus ride home. Building up a sweat before walking into the cold of winter was so bittersweet... that said, the two did pass each other often in the halls throughout the day.

This unusual gym class was a strange mix of grade. It was set aside for the students that needed gym credit but their schedules were complex enough to fill their day otherwise. As the gym teacher was out with a broken femur due to complications with a particularly heated game of minigolf, the class was overseen by a laid-back substitute that hardly paid attention to what was going on after he gave the day's instructions; he just sat in his chair and read the newspaper while waiting for the bell.

Today, as the students emerged from the locker rooms clad in their plain white t-shirts and black shorts to line up alphabetically in front of the bleachers, a strange feeling twisted Taylor's gut. He noticed Riley emerging from the girl's locker room.

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The distaste that Riley had for gym class was so foul that she could never come up with an appropriate simile or metaphor to accurately describe it. It wasn't the class that she loathed but the fact she was forced to dress into the gym clothes in a locker room filled with biologically correct females. She always forced herself to have to go to the bathroom so she could change in the stall without anyone questioning; a habit that some were accustom to at this point. Hair pulled back into a ponytail Riley walked down taking her spot in the line but not before she noticed a certain blondie that she had been stalking. "Sup babe," she whispered to him before roll call started. The uniform accented her larger mounds threatening to reveal more then a modest amount of skin if she were to raise her arms too high but her shorts were a couple sizes too big and only help up by the tied drawstring it had taken weeks of rebellious actions as a freshman for the couch to allow her to wear the boy style shorts.

The substitute was more then half-assing the daily workouts and after a wussy routine that ended before the four-lap run, he dismissed the class to do as they pleased. A few of the boys started playing half-court basketball, some of the girls played hoops on another, while some set on the bleachers talking. However Riley scanned the are for her target, "where did you go my pet," asking herself softly out loud. Looking around the area Riley was stopped by one of the guys, "move it, Patrick," she'd snap he had made it appoint to pester her about playing basketball when he saw her at the local community center playing hoops with her father a few months back. A small conversation mixed with friendly and hostile words later Riley went back to her search and Patrick moped back to the court defeated once more.

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Taylor, who wasn't paying much attention to Riley because she still made him feel odd, was sitting on the far end of the bleachers until just moments before Riley resumed her search. There was still about fifteen whole minutes before class would end but just sitting there was pointless to him. So instead, he hopped up and headed for the boy's locker room for an early change. He doubted that anyone, including the teacher, would notice, as most people were engulfed in their own activities.

The inside of the boy's locker room was a mess of clothes and other various possessions scattered around the lockers and benches. There was a shower on the far side which was connected to the bathroom stalls. Nearest that, at the room's furthest locker, Taylor stripped down to his boxer briefs and stopped, considering the idea of showering. He typically didn't shower here; he's afraid how his body would react to being around other naked people... rather, he had been waiting until he got home. However, this early, he would be alone. He pondered, teetering on the edge of just walking in and turning on the water. _But what if someone else came in early?_

The boy shrugged and dropped his underwear to the floor before walking into the showers. _Whatever, I'm sure I'd be fine._ There were twelve shower heads on each of the four tiled walls of the room and a rack of fresh towels just outside the shower's entrance. nearing one of the shower heads, he pressed the button and luke-warm water sprayed onto him. It was a refreshing feeling~

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Having spotted her prey attempting to sneak off to the locker room, Riley couldn't help her desire to track him to the barrow known as the boy's locker room. "I cannot believe that I am actually enjoying this, I wonder how far I can take this predator and prey game," Riley asked herself as she casually headed off towards the locker room. Just as no one seemed to notice the boy sneaking off no one seemed to notice her and if they did they didn't care. Wondering if he had headed off to try and shower early Riley's mind drifted to the gutter as she wondered why he didn't want to wait for the bell and shower with the other boys. Her conclusions ranged from the realistic fact that he was self-conscious to the outlandish idea that he wasn't biologically a boy and had a vagina instead of a dick. The mere thought made her laugh as she pushed open the door to the boy's locker room.

Not making a peep other then the subtle sound of the door opening and closing, Riley did her best to step lightly as she heard the sound of running water. "Damn, I wish I had my phone," thinking to herself as she headed towards the sound. Stopping at the last row of lockers, Riley peeked around seeing her prey's discarded underwear. This was going to be too fun for her she didn't care if her gym clothes got wet worst-case scenario her breast would be accented by the soaked gym shirt. Cautiously she'd come out from hiding and start entering the showers seeing a pale back and perky backside the water running down his skin caused Riley's body to awake slowly, a throbbing pain hit her groin but she approached staying about three feet from him before speaking, "Enjoying your shower?" Mentally prepping himself for him to scream Riley told herself, "If he screams don't bolt just rush him and cup his mouth. It's not rape, I am a girl after all."

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Taylor jumped and spun around on his heels, nearly falling, as he heard a female voice from behind. At first, his arms were stretched out to the sides to keep him balanced as his foot slipped, but then they fell in to conceal his privates as soon as he was stable. This small window of exposure would allow Riley a brief look at Taylor's rather meager manhood. Flaccid, his pillar was maybe an inch and a half long, with his stones fairly paltry to match. He was a 'biologically correct' male, but the frame of his hourglass-shaped body would disagree.

"W-What...?? What are you doing here?" He started, a hard blush flooding his cheeks. He stood still, hands still over his crotch. Needless to say, Riley was the last person he expected to walk in on him. His wide eyes scanned over her body as he looked like he wanted to say more, but the words evaded him. The longer he stared back at her, the harder his heart beat in his chest. Be it out of nervousness or from studying Riley's face more closely now, he felt an erection framing behind his hands.

The water stopped, now needing another press of the button to continue. So now he was left standing, naked and wet in front of a strange girl.

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"Haha, why so jumpy babe, I thought you'd be happy to see me." She didn't know where this sudden confident streak was coming from but deep inside she loved this side of herself. Normally conversations were awkward for her but talking to him in this manner seemed to come naturally to her. It was a form of powerplay for her. "I just wanted to talk and happened to see you heading to the locker room, what is your name by the way?" Even though they shared this class Riley hadn't been paying enough attention to either catch his name or care enough to listen to the sub.

Confidently Riley looked him over with her arms crossed under her chest pressing her mound up making them appear even more bountiful than they were. She wasn't worried about being caught, the odds of any of the guys ratting her out were slim and no one wanted to nark on a girl in the boy's locker room it was an instant sign that they were gay and opened the door to hazing. "Awe, the water stopped flowing," moving closer to him she'd leave a little space between her and him before reaching over and pressing the button not worrying about getting wet. "There you go," but you should be careful I might not be so gentle next time. Laughing Riley turned around and headed out of the locker room making sure to grab all the towels from the rack as she left.

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Taylor, mouth agape, watched her leave without a word. _What just happened?_ He asked himself in his head. _Why do I feel a sort of... melancholy watching her leave? I should be peeved!!_ As he heard her walk out of the locker room he stepped out of the shower's stream and towards the lockers. When he noticed that the towels were gone, his heart sank. Quickly, he ran over to his gym shirt and attempted to dry himself with it. However, it only did so much.

In a panic, he looked around, noticing the hot-air hand dryers next to the sinks. He sprung over to one and pressed its button before crouching under it's breeze. After a minute or so of this it did alright drying his hair and torso, but his crotch and legs were still soaked. So, putting his hands on the floor, he walked his feet up the wall so that his legs would dry. In this position, his genitals were also getting a direct stream of hot air; the heat making his confused member aroused as it erected to it's full three inches.

That's when he heard the footsteps of the others walking in the room to change. Taylor panicked and fell from the wall before covering himself from the wall of eyes now crawling all over him. "Eh! We're out of towels! So..." His voice trailed off as the room erupted into laughter...

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Riley had managed to slip into the girl's locker room just in time for her to slink off into the stalls using the bathroom as an excuse to not have to shower. Soon the locker room was filled with females and as locker doors opened so did the sound of notifications from text messages. A few outbursts and some girly laughs could be heard making her curious about the commotion. Stepping out, now back in her usual punk attire, along with the smell of Axe body spray and Hugo Boss to cover up any body odor from the class. "What is so funny," Riley asked one of the more meek mannered girls who nearly jumped shocked that she was being addressed.

"T-this..." Showing the text message from one of the boys in the locker room, it was a brief text statement saying the new kid used the hand dryers to dry his crotch. Reading the text Riley chuckled, "What a loser." She'd say grabbing her bag from the gym locker and showing herself out. The bell would soon ring and she wanted to be by the exterior exit of the boy's locker room which was closest to the bus. Her mind was on the various position that he may have been in when the other boys walked into the locker room, she envied those who got to see the sight and wished she was a fly on the wall. It had always crossed her mind if she would be made to go to the boy's bathroom and locker room if the school knew she had a male appendage.

Leaning against the brown brick wall Riley waited for the bell to ring.

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[Assistant] "What do you mean," Riley questioned with a raised brow as she pushed herself from the brick wall eyes studying the male before her. She'd adjust her shoulder bag then start to walk off not expecting them to be on the same bus since she never paid much attention to her surroundings until now. "Well babe, I guess this is where we depart, I have to get on Bus 23," she sighed not really wanting to end this feeling or the torment. Stopping mid-step to look over her shoulder at him, "you should wear some eyeliner, it would bring out your eyes and hell might even make some dicks tingle." Laughing she'd continue to walk off not expecting to have another interaction with the boy, but she was already planning her actions for the next day and a few thoughts weren't safe for the school grounds and her hidden secret.

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Taylor did his best to ignore Riley before collecting his coat from his locker and putting it on. Of course she didn't know they both rode the same bus. She seemed completely oblivious to everything this morning. _Perhaps I should just try walking home instead..._ He thought in vein hope of feeling optimistic. The walk was far too long of course; especially in the winter.

Making his way to the glass doors, he watched Riley get on before starting his journey out. Walking up the bus's steps, he looked down the isle to see her in the same spot at the back. Taylor had been sitting in the front with the screaming little kids to avoid conversing with his peers. Yes, he is that socially disconnected. However... a risky thought rose up from the back of his mind. He had to confront her before this got any worse.

Riley had both of the back seats to herself it seems; as nobody was ever sat in either of them but herself. The other seniors that sat just before her were also similarly engaged with their earbuds. Taylor boldly walked back and sat in the seat opposite Riley. Plopping down, he cleared his throat. "You took those towels! I know you did! Why---where did you even put them??" He said, trying his best to sound assertive.


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Ash looked at the Kappa Delta sorority house as the uber dropped him off on the Ole Miss campus. His heart pounded as he ran a hand through his shoulder length blonde hair, his slender and tanned body mostly hidden behind some tight skinny jeans and a light pink sweater.

One would likely ask what a guy was doing walking into a sorority house, prepared to move in. Well, Ash wasn't like most guys. No, from an early age he accepted that he just couldn't put on muscle. And as for his cock... well, no women had ever seen it because he was so self conscious about its size, or lack thereof. So it was easier to just dress.. girly. He had the body for it, even if he was flat chested. He was slender and toned, his butt about the most shapely thing on him as it was firm and referred to as a bubble butt on occasion when he was being teased in high school.

He didn't want to live in the dorms and he knew he wouldn't make it in a frat. So he took a chance, figuring he already dressed on the feminine side, why not join a sorority and fake it? He wasn't parading around in skirts and dresses, but that surely wouldn't be necessary. It would be a nice housing situation, he could make some friends and avoid the ridicule from the dorms.

To his surprise, he'd been accepted and assigned a room on the second floor of the beautiful sorority house. He was told he'd be rooming with his big sister for the year, someone who would think of him as a girl named Ash, most likely short for Ashley. He'd just get by on the bare minimum he figured, heading in and finding the bedroom as he walked in.

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In the Kappa Delta sorority house, most of the big sisters were either getting ready to meet or currently meetings their little sisters. It was always a nice day in the house when the fresh meat was introduced. There was nothing more pleasing than luring all the new sisters in a warm and welcoming environment just to flip the switch the next day and start the hazing to build character and see who was truly fit for Kappa Delta. One of the girls who hadn't met her little yet was Peighton Marsh. As most of the sisters were in the social area of the house, she was just stepping out of the shower the house monitor had informed her that her little wasn't arriving until the second batch so she took the time to shower, shave and get ready.

Peighton was a beautiful woman with a well-proportioned figure. Her mounds were luscious and sizable for a titty fuck but still allowed her to be flexible and athletic. Meaning she could run without the fear of her breasts knocking her out. Peighton was well known around the campus and everyone knew that she wasn't a college drunk fuck. What most (if any) knew was Peighton's body was special and housed a rather magnificent appendage. Most guys thought of her as a lesbian since she never really harbored any interest in them other than watching sports and beating them at beer pong. She also knew how to use her tool as good as any frat boy, the perk of being in a sorority with girls that liked to drink was all the accessible mouths and dripping cores that she'd get too drunk for them to remember anything.

Taking time to towel off, blow out her hair and add apply her make up Peighton's phone would buzz she'd scan the message and smile. "About time..." Pulling on a low-cut t-shirt that accented her breasts nicely, and zipping up her loose cargo style jeans, Peighton would double check her crotch to make sure her hidden toy wasn't visible then headed back to her bedroom having an idea that her little would be in there. Stepping inside, Peighton's eyes feel onto the bubbly backside instantly, her cock would twitch but she'd clear her throat, "Hello, I am your big sister, Peighton."

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Ash had just placed his bag down when he heard the bedroom door, spinning around on his simple white flats to see a gorgeous girl walking in. His cock twitched under his jeans, so small that it wasn't even noticeable. One of the perks of his little cock was that he didn't have to tuck it or hide it really, if anything even in panties it would just look like an oversized clit.

He flashed a smile, feeling an odd tension but did his best to play the 'excited sorority girl' that the other littles were most likely authentically playing. "Hi! It's so nice to finally meet you, I'm Ash" he said as he walked closer, unsure if he should hug her or shake her hand. He figured sorority girls usually hugged, right?

He put his arms out and embraced her, smelling the aroma of her body wash and shampoo as she must have just showered. His leg grazed what must have been her phone along her thigh. "I'm so excited to be here and get to be your little."

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Peighton eyed the girl's body in a slightly judgmental manner, 'wow, I thought my little was going to be some busty bimbo, but this girl is flat as a board.' Before the house Peighton had never been one to judge but being in a house filled with girls was taxing. Putting on an award-winning smile, she'd embrace Ash warmly pulling her in for a tight hug. 'Good thing she is very pretty or passing a few of the rituals may prove to be a challenge,' thinking to herself as the hug ended. Hands still on the girl's shoulder Peighton's eyes met with Ash's, "Well dear, let's get you fitted for the first year sisters outfits," informing her little that at the parties and such she would be required to wear the outfit as it was part of the rituals.

Going over to the dresser that would be assigned to Ash, "Ash, that's short of Ashley, right," inquiring as to the shorthand name. Opening the top drawer she'd pull out a crop-top shirt with the house letters across the bustline and the words, little sister, in a much smaller font underneath. "Here is your uniform top, this is to be worn to the outings and events, and here are your bottoms," tossing Ash the pair of booty shorts. "Try them on," shutting the drawer and walking over to her own bed where she'd take a seat. "Don't be shy, you'll get used to the forwardness of the sisterhood. It's just a little harmless fun," adding in to try and keep Ash comfortable. She couldn't help but think how cute Ash's butt was---it was so perky.

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Ash watched his new big move to the dresser and pull out a skimpy top and then some tight little booty shorts. It was fortunate for him that his cock was so minuscule if he'd be expected to wear those out and about. Even hard his cock would just leave a mound in his underwear. But then he watched Peighton move freely to the other bed, obviously intending to watch Ash change. That was a problem.

"Ash.. yea, short for Ashley, of course" he lied, turning his back to Peighton as he stripped off his sweater top to hide his boyish chest. He quickly pulled the crop top on, nervously tugging down his jeans. He wore just a simple white thong, something he'd switched to wearing when he was accepted as he figured there may be a time he would be seen in underwear. His cock was hard, forming a tiny little tent in the crotch that he hid, quickly smoothing out as he pulled the booty shorts on. "A little revealing, but the size is right" he said as he turned, his rear pressed to the tight fabric, tight tummy showing along with his slender legs.

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"You look lovely!" Peighton stood up admiring her little, "Alright then Ashley let's go and have you meet some of the other girls. Plus, I need some coffee, then you and I can sit and talk outside on the balcony." Taking her little's hand in her own, Peighton dragged him out of their shared bedroom, and into the main social area. She'd introduce Ashley to any of the older sisters she came across, each one would hug Ashley then introduce their own little (if they had one).

Making her way to the kitchen area, Peighton let out a sigh of happiness seeing that someone had made a fresh pot of coffee, "Today is my lucky day." Grabbing a cup from the upper cabinet that read; Peigh Day. It was her nickname when she was a freshman even if she wasn't proud of how she got it she owned it. Adding some of the powdered creamer, a dash of vanilla and a little bit of cinnamon before pouring the coffee into the mug. She wouldn't offer any to Ashley as luxuries such as coffee was a true sister's right and even though the little was accepted she was still a pledge.

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Ash had plans of hiding out in the bedroom as often as possible. He obviously hadn't considered the responsibilities that came with being in a sorority, the group activities and expectations that came. He saw some kind of flyer on a wall about ritual week for the new pledges but Peighton was pulling him along, his mind a blur as he met probably a dozen other girls, all hugging him before going about their morning.

The coffee smelled good, his mouth watering as he watched Peighton make a cup but not offer him one. He assumed it was something to do with seniority and didn't push it, seeing some bottles of water that had a small sign saying littles could take one before they walked out to the balcony.

The house was located on a road on the outskirts of campus, where most frat and sorority houses were. From the balcony he could see a few other houses, the street buzzing as many sororities and frats were moving people in for the new semester. "Everyone seems so nice here" he commented as he sat down, crossing his legs to make sure to hide his crotch just in case anything was noticeable. "Do you not have to wear booty shorts and a big sister shirt?" he asked, wondering why she was allowed to just wear some cargo pants that looked much more comfy.

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The summer ending breeze blew lightly outside teasing Peighton's hair making her wish she had pulled it into a loose pony at least. Taking a seat next to Ashley her warm cup of coffee in her hand, it was truly a lovely day. "Being part of a sisterhood or brotherhood is amazing, the networking and the friendships really make it worth wild." taking a sip of the liquid she'd enjoy the tasty drink. "Nope, after you become a sister and are no longer a little then you won't have to wear that. I still have my uniform though, its a reminder to me of how strong I am and what all I had to overcome to be the woman I am today." Speaking proudly about the house yet vaguely informing her little that it wasn't all fun and play.

"Tonight we'll have a small welcoming party for all of the little, you will be required to wear your little sister outfit." crossing her legs she'd have to adjust herself a few times until she was comfortable. "Oh, and the best part is---our brotherhood house will be coming over. So you'll get to meet some hunky boys." Placing a hand on Ash's knee as she looked at her excitedly, "Isn't that great?"

Soon one of the sisters would walk outside, "Alright, all the littles are here." This girl was obviously the head of the house as all the big-sisters instantly grew quiet as she spoke. "Spend time with your little, get to know them, and make sure to be ready for the welcome party at seven." She'd seem to vanish and some of the nearby sisters would start to shuffle back inside having their little following them.

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Ash heard the comment about how Peighton kept her outfit as a reminder of what she 'overcame.' It made Ash's brow arch in curiosity, quickly distracted though by the comment about hunky boys. "Oh... yea... um, that's great" he mumbled, trying to avoid any conversation about boys or any of that girl talk. He dressed feminine to a degree and was always assumed to be gay, but he still wasn't sure. The idea of some masculine jock hitting on him sure did make him cringe a bit, although his cock was not the kind that could ever Please a woman of course. It was a conundrum he hadn't solved yet.

Thankfully, the conversation was broken up when a cheery but all business girl came and announced that everyone was accounted for. The party would be at seven, giving Ash time to unpack and relax he figured. He didn't have a lot, bringing his credit card as he figured he'd just do some shopping on his parents account for anything he might need. "I should really get unpacked before the party. Maybe you can come and tell me what this welcome party is all about? I'm not gonna have to do a keg stand or some of that hazing stuff, am I?" He asked with a small laugh, though he'd certainly heard of hazing rituals. He figured it was all just harmless, the lewd stuff just a product of porn films.

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Giggling at the statements she heard coming from her little, "Um, it is a welcome party, not a BDSM basement." Showing Ash back to the bedroom as they walked Peighton barely talked. Her mind was flashbacking as she thought of the hazing rituals she had to endure. The Purification where littles were forced to drink water through a funnel until they almost drown to death from too much water. She recalled her stomach extending and feeling like she was going to peep herself as she struggled to keep from vomiting back up the excessive amount of water. Then the ritual called Breakfast of Champions where new members were only allowed to eat cereal with whiskey or scotch instead of milk for a weekend. Reaching the bedroom door, Peighton smiled, "Don't fret, as your big I have your back."

Entering the chamber, Peighton watched Ash walk in before her, "Why don't you unpack and settle in?" closing the door and taking a seat on her bed once more, Peighton placed her mug on the side table since it was empty. Retrieving her latest issue of Playgirl from the nightstand, Peighton crossed her ankles and started to read an article within all the while watching Ash unpack and get adjusted. "Oh, you may want to shower, shave and douche before the party. It tends to run long and the smell of body odor isn't pleasant for anyone."

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Ash began to unpack, trying not to think about any sort of hazing at the party but Peighton's comment still echoing in his head. He loaded up his few drawers with some outfits and then hung up a few pieces of clothing before hearing about showering, biting his lip as he'd seen the shower stalls. There wasn't much privacy there, just a curtain and then girls doing makeup and hair barely clothed. Being told to douche was unexpected but he tried to hide his reaction.

"Oh, right. Thanks for the heads up" he said as he grabbed his toiletries and made his way down the hall. There were a few other girls showering, obviously wanting to be fresh and ready for the party. Ash moved to a far stall and made sure the curtain was pulled shut before stripping and turning on the hot water. He cleaned himself thoroughly, scrubbing and shaving before washing and conditioning his hair. He wrapped the towel around his chest like girls do after drying off, quickly tying his hair up in a messy bun before moving to the sink.

A few other girls stood in just bra and panties as they did their makeup, Ash smiling politely and enduring some small talk as he did some quick touch ups, things he'd learned from YouTube videos to accentuate his soft features before walking back to the bedroom, again turning his back as he took out a fresh pair of panties and pulled them up. Thankfully his cock was small enough it barely even hung down between his legs so he got dressed back in the little outfit quickly. "Any interesting articles?" he asked with a little smirk as he saw she was reading a playgirl magazine.

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Peighton was a bit disappointed that Ash wasn't showing off her little body, she had been hoping for a small show. Recalling that her big forced her to masturbate, which was when her cock had been unveiled and a blush formed on her cheeks. All year long she was 'forced' to pleasure her big sister and drank her own cum, the memory should have been painful for her but instead, it caused her cock to surge slightly. "Meh, the articles are nothing that you wouldn't read in Cosmo but the man meat is delicious to keep me entertained." Closing the magazine and tossing it onto the bed, she'd walk over to Ash, "You do know that the shyness you have going on won't be tolerated. I'll level with you!" putting a caring hand on her shoulder, "The sisterhood is forever and the trails we endure help form that bond, but if you don't comply or seem weak you'll be destroyed by either the alphas or the guys."

Rubbing Ash's cheek and tracing down her to jawline allowing her thumb to run over the girl's cheek, "Your parents and even you may think you're special but that won't get you far in here..." Reaching down to the hem of her shirt she'd pull it off revealing her bra covered chest to Ash, "I want you to get used to being naked and having to do things you may not like... so, unhook my bra and play with my chest." Oddly enough Ash wasn't the only one being coached in this manner, it was part of the rituals for littles.

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Ash was surprised by the direct comments from Peighton about how he needed to stop being shy. He was about to comment on it himself when suddenly she pulled her top up and off, showing her perky, exquisite breasts under her bra. His mouth was open in a bit of shock when she told him matter-of-factly to take her bra off and play with her breasts as if it was as casual a request as there could be.

Being told he'd have to get used to hanging around naked made him pause, wondering if he should tell Peighton about his secret. In the meantime, while he had that internal debate, he did reach around and fumble with her bra before feeling the clasp, breaking the tension and letting it fall. His shaking hand reached up and cupped her soft breast, rubbing it as he did the same with his other as well.

He figured he should get it over with. If they kicked him out then so he it. "Well... naked might be a problem" he said, continuing to fondle her breasts. "I... I'm not really a girl, you see" he said, spreading his legs some and showing the faintest bump in the front of the booty shorts, his little cock hardened from getting to grope her so freely.

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Peighton raised a brow placing her hands on top of his as they worked over her breast, "You don't say?" She didn't believe her little, stepping back from Ash, Peighton would squat down to inspect the little bump. "You're kidding me, right?" Reaching out she'd run her hand over the ripple before looking back up at Ash, "No fucking way." Hooking her fingers into his shorts she'd tug them down along with the small white thong. "Holy fuck, you weren't kidding!" Peighton couldn't help but laugh at the sight and held up her pinky finger for size comparison.

Standing up Peighton shook her head with a small giggle, "I heard that you are here on a scholarship and you have to become a full member of this house to retrieve it or you will be getting kicked out, right?" Planting a hand on her curvy hip, "Well it would be a shame if the girls found out about your dick, even one that looks like a swollen clit... that would mean you will get kicked out since you're not biologically a girl... that would be a shame, huh?" The hidden snake lying in wait in her jeans was starting to awaken at the sheer thought of wondering how far Ash would go to keep his scholarship. "What is keeping me from taking you to the head of the house and revealing your... um... dick."

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Ash had thought he would just be kicked out then and there, especially when Peighton didn't believe him at first. When she knelt down and ran a finger over his small cock, he felt his pulse in his cheeks as she ridiculed his size, fidgeting uncomfortably. Then things seemed to take a turn as she appeared to be angling for getting herself something out of keeping his secret.

He didn't have a lot of money, just his credit card and an account of odd job checks he'd saved up with over the summer. But something about how she looked at him made him think she had... something else in mind. He obviously couldn't offer to fuck her as he'd surely get laughed at.

"I'll do... I mean I'll do anything to keep my scholarship" he admitted. "I'll clean up the room, do your homework, do your chores around the house." He looked at her body, figuring maybe she'd want someone to use for stress relief as well. "I could, you know... lick you if you want too?" He felt ridiculous even saying it, having never even licked a pussy before.

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"Ohh, I bet you'll do whatever the fuck I want you to..." Peighton crossed her arms under her chest. She couldn't help but look at the little nub sticking out from between his legs and another giggle passed her lips. This was too good Peighton tapped her cheek with her index finger, "Turn around slowly, let's see if there is anything good about this body!" talking down to him made her nipples harden for him to see. "I was hoping for a little bimbo to bargain with the guys for different offers but I can work with this, hell, this might even be more fun." Turning around she'd walk grabbing her phone from the side table, "Pose for me, let's get some snapshots of you."

"That ass looks like its begging to be stretched, how many cocks have been in that tight little ring?" Snapping a few pictures she'd save them to her phone using one has his caller ID. "There we go, but you better get ready and I suggested taping that thing down!" her cargo pants were tight and even though only a few people did know about her appendage she was labeled a female and had no fear since she was already a bonified sister.


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Clarisse Fairwell was merrily going along her way. She was a merry freshman at the local community college, her major was Chemical Engineering. She wanted to be a great scientist at a good laboratory, scientists made a lot of money. She wanted to be rich. She was starting her trick-or-treating, as today was Halloween. Was she too old to partake in it? Perhaps. But she always did love free candy, who didn't love free anything no matter the age? People of all ages were roaming about dressed in costume, some silly and poor as if they were bought at the local pharmacy, or some of the better built home made costumes. Beings of all sorts could travel freely on Halloween, nobody looked an ounce out of place today. Well, maybe except for those who weren't in costume, the plain looking folks.

But Clarisse was one of the many non human beings roaming. She was a Faerie, a spirit of the forest, though she knew this not, she thought herself human, for she had been raised by a human family. Shortly after birth, as she had appeared weak and sickly, her biological Faerie family had switched her out with a human baby of similar appearance and age so that way the switch wouldn't be detected. She had flourished being raised as a human, having no idea of what she truly was capable of. She had a heavy pillowcase full of various candies, she was proud of her haul, and still had so much more of it to fill up. She was very beautiful, her Faerie heritage being the source of her ethereal good looks.

She always had an out of this world beauty without trying. She had soft, creamy skin, dark, wide blue eyes that always had the appearance of looking surprised, and a generous bust and ass. It was so hard to find clothing that fit such a generous bust and ass, but she dealt with it, just like everything else. The moon was rising, it was getting dark out. To any other supernatural beings that might have peeped on her as she was doing her very human activity of trick or treating, they would be surprised. Most Fey, if not all of them, kept to the forests, it was incredibly rare to see one out in the open like she was.

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Only on thing remains the same as perspiration collects to the side a cold glass full of crimson and the hand of a large grandfather clock struck to declare the march of time: Eddie Vincent Primrose's boredom continued to soak into his bones and threatened to return him to a world of thoughts pertaining to his own death once again. _I don't belong here._ His younger voice scratched at the back of his head as he recalled his conversation with the old man that claimed to have once been his perfect little brother. _Where's father and mother? What of our home? I just want to go home. Send me back._ Eddie gritted his teeth as grimaced and tried to push the haunting voices back. He slammed shut the thick textbook and threw it over his head without even glancing to make sure it didn't destroy any number of his various expensive art decorations that lined the walls. The sound of something being damaged didn't even serve to make him flinch as he sat up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead that wasn't there just moments prior. He couldn't bring himself to pry open his eyes for even just a moment as his fingers ripped the black leather like it were cotton candy.

The hasty, restless pale left hand snatched up the wet glass as he brought it to his lips and gulped hungrily. He'd raise the glass further, expertly devouring the familiar preserved blood without getting a drop anywhere outside of his mouth. It wouldn't take him to the count of three to consume the contents of the glass safe for the red glaze it left behind that threatened to stain the glass. His eyes opened to reveal a pair of purely dark red orbs in the place of eye balls, leaving no reasonable way to detect precisely what he was looking at now as there were no pupils to follow. There were no signs of breathing, and no reason to believe he were anything other than an immaculate statue in this window of time that he remained motionless. In what could have been a blink of time he was moving again, with the force of standing shoving his big black leather couch right over. He'd throw open a closet to nab a black coat that ran down over his legs. The sound of the door opening and closing was almost like lightning and the craftsmanship thankfully alleviated his potent strength and careless attitude.

Walking toward the Fae haphazardly, a male with styled brown hair and a musky black long coat seemed to move slowly but uneasily from one foot towards the next. He'd seem to move just in her direction thanks to the two-way nature of the path she was taking, but with his head down it would seem something was wrong with the male as he drew nearer and nearer without looking up. Maybe he was hurt or drunk? It was certainly not easy to tell.

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Clarisse's pillowcase of candy was almost full now, and quite heavy, but she didn't care, she was rather proud of her haul. Once she got home, she would sort out the candies that she didn't want from the candies that she did want. The ones that she didn't like would be donated to the local children's hospital, the candy donation being a family tradition. What made her costume work so well was that she greatly resembled her character, Juvia Lockser, rather effortlessly. Nobody in the family quite knew where her blue hair came from, but nobody cared, and everyone rolled with it. Everyone expected her to join a modeling agency when she graduated high school because of her good looks, but everyone was so surprised when she chose one of the most difficult majors available. While looks were nice, they would eventually fade.

She didn't know that hers wouldn't. She was glad she managed to get such a full haul after going on trick or treating for a while. by the time she finished, night had properly fallen, and people were beginning to return home. She was doing the same. As she walked the path home, she saw a man walking in her direction. His walk was unsteady, uneven, and all manners of wrong. Her mind was at war with itself. Did she walk right past him, and ignore him, mind her own business? Or would she do the right thing and stop and try to help him? She groaned as she drew closer to him, not realizing her next course of action would have great consequences on her future. She stopped as he got close, and she spoke, her voice soft and melodic, but full of concern, "Hey man, you all right?"

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As she drew closer, Eddie would continue in the general direction that'd make them cross paths. Slowly. Despite having no sign of even remotely looking up, he proceeded and so would she. Though, when she stopped, so would he. Her voice, so beautiful, had summoned no response from the figure before her. Even with his head downward and his upper body slouched, he was taller than the model-esque woman before him. Perhaps with humans her voice would never fail to invoke some sort of reaction, humans usually did fall prey to the traits of non-humans that made them closer to gods of lore. Yet, this figure didn't even flinch to her voice. He wouldn't even grunt. After his pause for a response, the man would bring his right hand to slap against the left breast of his coat haphazardly before slipping it under the coat to fish around within it. His motions weren't smooth or slow or thought out. Despite his general shape being on par with someone who didn't overeat, his height being a good sign of strong genes and a healthy array of food being available since a young age, this man wasn't displaying any amount of general human behaviors. It was possible that he was taking his costume way too seriously, but in the dead of night this sort of show should certainly be chilling to the bone even on Halloween.

The fishing around in his coat pocket stopped suddenly, which wouldn't be surprising when compared to the rest of his behavior. In the midst of taking just one more step directly toward her the man would begin to fall right into her the moment his foot settled upon the ground. His falling was slow at first as though it weren't deliberate. It remained plausible that he were simply inebriated. But in the very same moment he looked up to reveal red eyes his cold right hand shot forward from his coat to push a fluffy cuff right onto the left wrist of the girl before him and sealing it shut with his own raw strength. The fluffy cuff wasn't even remotely uncomfortable on the inside with skin soothing fur, but the outside was reinforced by a thick iron band that was attached to a beefy iron chain that fell to the ground, it's other end had been within his left hand. All within this time he fell into her and wrapped his left arm around her, sinking his fangs into her neck nice and deep.

Within the wound was a numbing agent, working almost instantly to reverse and negate the pain of the bite while spreading faster than any blood-based drug. While it wouldn't be impossible to struggle, this sensation would lead to the freezing of her nervous system rather quickly. Actions such as striking and even standing would require much more focus which rendered a series of strikes or running nearly impossible. The systems in place that allowed the body to just simply make actions would be overwritten once the bite took it's fullest effects at least until she'd have time to sweat this effect off.

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Clarisse was showing great concern. If only she had brought her first-aid kit with her, she might have been able to understand what ailed him so. She almost always left home with it, she was the sort of person that was prepared for anything. Or at the very least, given that she was brought up by humans, prepared for an emergency that would potentially befall any given human being. He didn't seem to have heard her. Or maybe he did hear her, he did pause after all. Then he looked like he was fishing for something in his coat. Was he drunk? He did seem to have the air of a drunk person, but she didn't smell alcohol. Now she was regretting not bringing her switch blade. Her 'Father' had given it to her, but she had left it at home today because weapons weren't allowed on school campus, and they did search bags at school. It wasn't always like that, she had been told, the bag searching only happening after a few unfortunate incidents. Her right foot stepped back, she was about to turn tail and run, and take a longer alternative route home.

Then he began to fall. She had her arms out so she could stop his fall. She stifled a scream when she saw those red eyes of his. She was sure as shit they weren't contacts, not with the way they seemed to glow like little lights. She backed up a bit more, getting ready to run, but then he had a ridiculously strong grip on her wrist. Then something warm and fluffy slapped onto her left wrist. Her right hand instinctively tried to yank it off, but her right hand touched the iron, and she yelped. It stung and burned when she touched it, so she withdrew her hand. She whimpered and cried a bit when she felt something bite her neck, but the pain went away as fast as she had felt it. She struggled fast and hard at first, but after a moment, her actions started to slow down. What was happening to her? She was scared, she didn't like this, and her terror was plain on her face. Her grip on her heavy bag loosened, she had been slowly gearing up to swing it at him to make him go away.

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Revealing his picture-perfect face with her blood over his bottom lip beneath the moon's light, her attacker was clearly in some sort of trance as he didn't take this time to pin her down further, cause her harm or run. Eddie was conflicted. Happy, satisfied, but a little confused. Though his lips were clearly displaying an upwards smile at the corners of his lips, they were parted slightly to reveal his fangs tinged by the color of her blood. His eyes were partly open and coal black except for the burning fiery red iris at their center now peering up into the sky. It was as though her were a sculpture of the devil looking for an old friend now lost among a familiar cosmos. Something that men aren't usually attributed would be a term that suits this bizarre creature: He was beautiful, dark, with a tone of masculine that was both underplayed but unmistakable.

As he returned to her realm once more, his eyes returning to her, he pushed the bag right from her hand and let it fall right to the ground. "You're... not a human woman." His voice finally graced the air as his eyes narrowed and his smile faded. What he looked at now was seemingly almost as rare as he was. Maybe a little less so. This was fated, he could feel it in his bones. He knew what he had to do now, looking right into her eyes he'd take both sides of her head and neared his face to her own. His piercing monstrous gaze unlike that of any demonic creature that was so clearly lesser than him by the very nature of his place in the monster world. There were worlds of lust and power and intrigue behind the windows that should have lead to his equivalent of a soul. "There's no words nor sounds that can save you now. Obey me, Fey." One of his hands moved to her throat, prepared to squeeze hard enough to close her wind pipe should she summon the immense will power needed to overcome his presence and the effects of his bite.

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Clarisse's heart was beating rapidly, despite the numbing agent fiercely going through her veins. It spread as quickly as it did due to her rapid heart beat, beating so quickly through sheer terror. She felt literally nothing as his fangs left her neck, her eyes transfixed upon his. So inhuman, no human eyes were red and black. If she had to picture a monster, it would be him. Not all monsters were ugly, some were physically beautiful creatures like the man before her. It was hard to keep coherent thoughts, but her mind stuck on what he said. That she wasn't human. A few minutes ago she would have called bullshit, but the fact that he had just had fangs in her neck made her a sudden believer in the supernatural.

As he forced the candy bag out of her hand, it fell to the ground, its contents partially spilling out. His voice was as beautiful as his face, and that was terrifying. As he held her head on both sides, she remained limp as a rag doll. She wanted to look away from his face, but just couldn't muster the strength to properly do it. She made an almost imperceptible nod when he commanded her obedience. She didn't want to obey him, he was a monster, but he had his strong hand on her throat. He could easily snap her neck or crush her windpipe. She had no intention of dying tonight, or any other night for that matter.

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It could be read from Eddie's face completely clearly, while her nod was a touch of a relieve to him he still desired to feel her life slip from her beautiful body from within his grasp. Murder, it was spelled with his eyes and his lips. That fact mixed with his appearance and their current location, the very situation, it may have been possible for a weaker willed woman to slowly emphasize with his desire to take her from this world. To feel like a god. Life was so precious to some cultures that a being of infinite power and wisdom was required to create it, to guide it, or even to take it. Who didn't want to feel like that for just a moment? It'd be fleeting, much like her heartbeat and his patience. But, it was a feeling so valuable that there were unbelievably intelligent humans who were well aware of the consequences and they proceeded to commit such crimes anyway. The difference here was the numerous worlds the divided her attacker from those humans. His confident smile and enchanting looks portrayed this fact well enough. No laws she was privy to that he was subject to.

He frowned as his arms looped around her and pulled her up against his chest. He could almost smell the effects of his venom within her blood shutting her body down further and further. No human drug was this potent in terms of rendering a victim helpless. And, if they were without immense will power and practice, sleep was inevitable and a quick result. Eddie was at least a little intrigued by her cute nod despite the sheer force required to keep her awake by now. "Now, since you're such a good girl I'll let you take the path of least resistance." His voice whispered to her as his lips drew closer to her own and he peered deep within her eyes once again. This time, with his stern and strong body keeping her up and his arms cradling her upper body like a lover would. "Close your eyes, and I'll bring you... home." He drew the last word with a breathe separating it from the others and with a touch of vigor and malice. This was clearly not going to be the home he imagined she longed for. Forever the whimsical magician at heart, he knew she had no choice now as the venom took it's toll and demanded her fate this night. No mortal, human or not, could resume this struggle within his arms now that she no longer fought him and his eyes directly upon her own for his demands. Though, he wanted to paint the scene as if she lacked any free will of her now. He demanded it and it happened was the immediate reality of the situation and it made him smile warmly as he blinked the darkness from his evil eyes.

The venom's influence wasn't forever, not with his bite. Eddie lacked such potency as it came with experience and that was the one facet he lacked in his tool kit. Countless years were within his domain, power beyond belief, but he still had to learn to use it. A room decorated with lavender and red awaited the beautiful young college student as life returned to her. Her left wrist was cuffed with kinky but effective cuffs directly to the left header pole. She was on her back, naked with an impossibly warm and fuzzy fur blanket over her nudity, covering all of it beneath her nipples but leaving those for his eyes to pry upon. She was clean, as though she was just immaculately dried after a deep and intense hot bath. A simple skin colored and minimalist band-aid pad covered the bite mark. He sat poshly upon a big red couch-like purple chair with her sack of candy over his groin. His right leg crossed up and over his left knee, keeping the sack in place. The candy carrier was all that hid his sex from her as he sat in the chair without clothes either. His now non-glowing almost normal eyes were upon the candy he was unraveling with mild childlike frustration. it was clear he lacked a childhood attached to these morsels of sweetness like she had.

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Was tonight the night that her life was going to end? Clarisse could clearly see the desire to murder in his eyes, and she was afraid to be the one he would murder. It would be a hell of a cliché to die on Halloween, when all bad things just seemed to happen. Her body was slowly shutting down more and more. A normal human's body might have shut down entirely by now, but she was no human. Her Faerie blood was fighting off the venom, even though shut down was an inevitability given how young she was. Perhaps if she was a few centuries older, she wouldn't have been so weak, but she was quite young, so she really had no chance. She became more and more limp, more and more rag-doll like as he had to hold her up and pull her against his chest. God, the helpless feeling was maddening, the inability to help herself was driving her insane. Blackness was threatening to steal over her eyes, and what little she could see now was getting blurry. In fact, the only real reason why she was still having any semblance of standing was him holding her upper body up, much like a lover would. Perhaps it was him telling her to do it, or her own body finally succumbing to unconsciousness, but her eyes finally closed, all struggle gone from her now.

When she finally came to, she felt an odd sense of complete comfort. Had the past time been just some sort of bad dream, that she had just fallen asleep in class again? But as she finally came to her senses, she realized she was trapped in a living nightmare. Her left wrist was cuffed to a bed. Where the hell were her clothes? Then she realized why she felt so comfortable, below her breasts was a ridiculously warm and comfortable blanket. She felt oddly clean, like she had taken a ridiculously long shower. Instinctually, her right hand went to her neck, and she felt a band-aid pad. So this really was a nightmare come true. Then her eyes wandered around, and then she saw the one who had done this to her in the room with her. She almost instantly averted her eyes, he was as naked as her. The only saving grace was that she couldn't see his genitals, her massive candy bag was covering them. She tried to speak, to ask what the flying fuck was going on, but she couldn't really talk, her voice hadn't come back quite yet. But still, he would be able to tell her great distress if he decided to throw a glance her way.

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Despite having the power and strength to rip these little hard candies apart, let alone their wrappers, Eddie was losing his patience with their wrappers as he tried to deal with their tediousness without using brute force. It was simply just a lack of familiarity. All he could remember about these infernal masses of sugar was the children he saw earlier yesterday unwrapping these so quickly, expertly to greedily shovel them into their sloppy sticky round mouths. He envied that sort of joy, that sort of childhood. A life he was robbed of. Two worlds that he was torn between, one long lost to time and another he was bound to that he did not belong within. He glanced up to find his pet had found herself awake in his disgustingly expensive and wholesome room. Hand designed for pleasure by humans who were paid ridiculously well for the expertise. Every detail from the colors to the temperature that was machine and computer manufactured to invoke the most welcoming and sexually enabling potential a room could have. This was the dwelling that could bring an ancient and confused, frustrated and impossibly powerful being like Eddie to finally rest. It may have been sensory overload for his victim, but he preferred to overwhelm her like this. Denying him his biological right to her body would be the first thing a rational and defiant woman would do if he allowed her the time and space to think critically in an environment that didn't demand her attention.

Eddie smiled softly as a glitter came to his eyes as he watched in her his bed, he'd drop the candy back into the sack as he left it within his lap. Leaving the night before and his genitals to her imagination as he admired her beautiful body with his memory and his eyes tried to fight for her own to look right back. There wasn't a window for her to peer out of to distract herself from what sat so boldly, so proudly before her. "Finally awake, sleeping beauty?" He spoke to her with the intricacies of his voice no longer housing malice or evil. If anything, he presented himself as though there weren't underlying malicious intents or actions. As though robbing her of her precious agency was simply a cute act delivered from a boyfriend to a girlfriend. "What do you normally have for breakfast? I'm in... a good mood." He continued the act flawlessly before letting a glow faintly come to his eyes, a slight taste of his evil now finding his voice. "Don't do something stupid to change that."

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Clarisse's eyes watched him have trouble opening the wrapped candy. Did he have some sort of nerve or sensory issue that didn't allow for him to properly open up the wrapper? It was a curious thing to watch, something so simple to do shouldn't be so hard. But then again, what might have been simple to someone might be an incredibly difficult task for another. it was rude to judge. Everything in this room was so weird, suffocating to her senses. no, suffocating wasn't the word... overwhelming was that word. Then he spoke.

Not wanting to anger him, seeing his horrible eyes change, she spoke, "Fruits and vegetables. I'm a vegan." Nutrition was a little bit different for vegans, but it was what allowed her to keep such a lovely figure. Little did she realize, her vegan diet was essentially all what Faeries ate. Faeries ate what Mother Earth grew for them, they touched nothing that an animal made. It was hard to just say those few words that she had spoken, but she had managed to say them. Hopefully he wouldn't mock her for her answer, but it was the truth that she gave him. Faeries couldn't lie. There were a few ways that the older and more cunning of her kind could get around it, such as having somebody lie to them, and then they'd repeat that lie to another person. When encountering a Faerie, one was certain to expect always indirect answers to questions asked. They were an old and cunning kind, living as long as they had for a reason.


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Shiro seemed to have the same sense of humor that Akira had, chuckling about her comment on them both being responsible for the broke chair if it'd come to that. Fortunately it hadn't, or he'd probably been kicked over it. The conversation moved on to Akira's job, and the jealousy Shiro had felt the previous night. "I know. I've been to clubs like that before." He admitted. The band had gone together a few times, it just wasn't enough for the musician, he craved more than just the tease of what was underneath. He craved the intimacy of another person, more specifically the one right across from him at the table.

He wanted to say the right thing, do the right thing as well. But it was hard. There was one solution to it all, but they couldn't live off of that way out. It had to be one where they could both remain together without risking ending up homeless on the street. "I'm glad you think of it that way. I don't know if I could handle hearing that you enjoyed all sorts of men staring at you." He couldn't help but put on a lightly teasing smile, obviously trying to lighten the mood as the smell of their breakfast was starting to spread from the kitchen.

Shiro couldn't help the light growl in his stomach, he hadn't had any decent food for almost a day as he looked towards the smell for a moment before looking back. "One day you'll get your break and move up." He said, giving Akira's hand a gentle squeeze. "I want to be there when you make it big, so don't keep me in the dark either." He gave a warm smile, finally having realized that in order to fully move on, he didn't need to forget the past. He could forgive what had happened between them, and focus on rebuilding what they had lost since then. And he wanted badly for them to get back together.

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Akira chuckled a bit when the other admitted to going to clubs like that before. "Oh? Have you now? And here I thought I was your first." he teased the other right back and smirked when Shiro said he wasn't sure how he would take it if he had said he liked men looking at him. "Well, I mean, I can't say I don't like them looking at me. Just... I prefer a more one on one... and you know, not having money shoved down inappropriate underwear." he shrugged as he thought about it a little bit.

He shook his head slightly, "honestly... I've kind of given up on it." he gave a small smile and glanced at his hand. "I just don't have the right connections. And trust me talent scouts don't exactly come looking for the good stuff in strip clubs. Well, they do come looking... but it's only for the desperate ones. They figure they can get a decent lay out of it and the other person is given a tiny ass role in some stupid play." he complained sighing a bit before looking over to Shiro. "I'm sorry, that's a bit cynical of me. It just feels like that's the case right now. Anyway... what have you been up to other than wooing the hearts of those poor unknowing girls? I'm sure you have someone special by now, don't you?" he asked.

However, the more he thought that through the more he realized that was a really stupid question. If the other had had someone, he wouldn't have come to see Akira, right? Surely not... he hoped, or else that lap dance became only that much more embarrassing. He bit his lip and glanced towards the waitress as she brought their food out and placed it in front of them. As he dug into the waffles he thought about what he had done at the club. My god, that would only have made the kiss worse, but the other didn't seem upset about it. Surely, he didn't have anyone... right?

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"That was with the band for celebrations. I never went for a lap dance before the one I bought last night." Shiro grinned, shaking his head lightly. It was fun to joke around a bit and just have a laugh. Although he was surprised that Akira had no connection to the business he wanted to get into. He wanted to help his ex, and hopefully he would be able to find a way for it to work out for them both. "It's not over yet. You still have one connection in a world where dancers are needed." He explained softly.

Then came the question on what he'd been up to since then. And of course his dating life. Something he didn't know if he wanted to talk too much about. He looked away, wondering how to explain it all. "Since then? Well, when we started taking off, I tried to get back into the whole dating thing." He began. "My manager tried setting me up with both girls and other guys, but every time it was just a few days and then it fell apart. I couldn't attach myself to the idea of getting close to them." He explained. "And of course there was the occasional crazy fan who found us while we were celebrating. Not that I remember much of those nights." He felt his cheeks heating up as he spoke, as if he was admitting to cheating even though they weren't in a relationship.

The waitress interrupted him by bringing their food to them as he let go of Akira's hand to lean back and give her space. The smell was delicious, although he was hungry. So he went right into the food, going for the bacon first as he looked over at Akira softly at times. It took a bit before he stopped, putting his fork down. "I didn't really answer your question. I want to see someone, but I need to find out if he wants to see me as well." He couldn't help but hope his ex would the hint. There was only one person who really interested him.

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Akira listened to what Shiro had to say. He was a bit surprised he had never had a lap dance before, but that would explain how stiff he was when he came into the room. Akira blushed at his own thinking, he had meant how tense the other was, but of course his mind switched to what he had felt when he sat down on the man's lap that night. And when the other said he still had one connection to that world he looked down, he didn't want to count someone he had lost contact with and had broken up with as a contact, but if Shiro was willing...

"Ah." he said, picking at his waffle a bit when the other told him he had tried to get back into dating and slept with fans... well, maybe slept with fans. He couldn't really blame the other and he wouldn't ever think that he had cheated. After all, Akira had done the same thing and he remembered the clients he had slept with or the other dancers he had slept with. So he couldn't blame the other at all. He moved to eating in silence after that until the other spoke about wanting to see someone but wasn't sure if the guy wanted to see him.

He frowned a little bit, of course he had someone in mind. He switched the frown to a smile, "What's he like?" he asked, not getting the hint at all that it was him. "I'm sure he'd want to see you as well. You are a great guy after all, anyone would be lucky to have your attention." he said, mostly being polite and doing his best to hide the malice in his words.

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Shiro noticed the silence, seeing Akira just picking at the waffle. Having talked about how bad his dating experience was, he felt like he had been an idiot and just blurted it out. How could he even try to explain something like that? He wanted to take it back as he ate some of his pancakes, trying to figure out what to say next after having explained that there was still someone he was interested in, someone he hoped would still like him.

The frown was easy to spot, and Shiro soon realized the hint hadn't been obvious enough while he heard the reply, noticing how his ex wanted to be polite and try not to let it dig in. He took another bite from the pancakes to eat while trying to word everything properly in his mind, unfortunately, he wasn't sure if it ever would come out without sounding like an idiot. He took a sip of his drink and a deep breath before he even dared to say anything about it.

"I hope he'll want to see me as well." He said, looking towards the window. "Because he's sweet and caring. He already knows me pretty well." He began, hoping that somewhere in his explanation, Akira would realize just who he was talking about. "He has a cute sense of style. And of course, he's shorter than me." He added, turning his head back to look into Akira's eyes, if he could catch them. He didn't know how to really describe Akira's eyes, but he would at least try. "I can drown myself in his eyes and his looks. And there's nothing I'd love more than to show him all the ideas I have for new songs to watch him dance and hear his feedback on them." He added, figuring if it wasn't obvious by then, he would have to state the name of the one he wanted, even if the man sat right across from him.

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Someone he knew? Well it had been five years, perhaps it was someone in the band. It could have been loads of people for all Akira knew. As he listened to the rest about this mysterious man he tried harder and harder to keep the look of annoyance and disgust off his face. Though he did refuse to look at the other even once during his little speech. The last straw though was when Shiro stated he wanted this person to dance for him. He stabbed his waffle with the fork he had in hand and turned his gaze on Shiro.

"You said you'd never watch anyone dance to your songs but m..." he trailed off slowly as he thought about his sentence and saw Shiro's eyes. "God you're a fucking dumbass." he murmured, shaking his head a little bit. "Really, out of all the ways to describe me I get cute and short?" he huffed and crossed his arms a bit playfully. "Not even me being cute. My outfit got complimented." he shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Five years of wanting to see me, I assume, and that's the best you could come up with?" he sighed, "How I fell in love with you in the first place is beyond me." he chuckled and went back to eating.

"For your information..." he said after a little bit of silence, "The guy you're talking about... tries really very hard not to kiss exes that he doesn't want see. Much less invite them out for breakfast. That's just masochistic... and though he doesn't mind a little bit of pain, it's sexual not emotional." he said, taking a bite of his waffle before moving onto the fruit. "So, you going to ask him out or what?" he asked, glancing up to Shiro almost daring him to be clueless.

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Shiro was enjoying the little secrecy towards Akira. He knew that eventually he would spill the beans with he final sentence. Only one person in the world would he perform for in private. Yet the surprise and realization on the others face was priceless. He would've snapped a picture if it wasn't because it would make the situation awkward and weird. Instead he just grinned, finally being discovered on who the mysterious man was.

The following rant was justified in Shiro's head. He gave Akira time to talk and space to get the words out. They were obviously straight from the heart and also a bit to the teasing side, and when it was ending, he couldn't help but smile warmly. "I didn't want to say something dreamy like I'd be drowning myself in your eyes." He teased. It was good to finally get it all out, and to admit to himself that this man was who he needed in his life. Not the others, but Akira.

It was a surprise though that Akira would admit to enjoying a bit of sexual pain. He hadn't realized how much his ex had developed since then. Their first times had always been careful and experimental. "I guess it depends on one thing before I ask him out." He said, looking like he was musing over it for a moment. "When is your next time off?" Shiro finally asked, looking straight back to Akira. "Because while I don't know how long we'll be out, I can say that I don't expect your body to be covered by the time the date ends." He gave a confident smile, a sure look in his face. He wanted all of Akira again, his heart pounding in the hope that it was mutual.

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"So you say exactly that?" he rolled his eyes and sighed. Really, how did he manage? He smiled to himself though at the thought. He did adore Shiro, still did as much as he had tried to get over him. At the question of when his next time off was he fidgeted. "Um..." he bit his lip a bit before looking down at his empty plate, "probably sometime next week." he whispered, wishing he had stuff to push around on his plate. "It's not exactly the most stable job in the world. Things happen and you have to go in or be fired." he licked his lips. "I'm supposed to have tonight off, but I can't guarantee I won't get called in." he said as he looked back up to Shiro.

"But you know they still follow labor laws and all that, so next week is for sure." he explained, "If you don't mind the non-guarantee, we can just see how this ends." he offered, smirking a little bit at the thought of him not being covered. "Though really, you would think after five years it indeed would be covered... just not with clothing." he arched his brow ever so slightly before nodding to the waitress who showed up and asked if he wanted his plate removed. "We pay up front." he said, getting up and heading towards the front to pay for their meal.

As much as he would hate to go to work in this dress, he did really want to see what Shiro had in mind. There was so much they hadn't done, that he knew he had dreamt of... though he probably shouldn't have. Plus, how was this really going to go? Perhaps they were both just super horny or maybe they were weren't meant for each other. He nibbled on his lip a little bit as he pulled out his wallet to grab the cash and hand it to the cashier. "Yeah, his too please." he said as he nodded over to Shiro.

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Having finished his food as well, Shiro put down the cutlery, feeling full and relaxed. The whole point of the date would be to just enjoy themselves, though having met each other again, there was a lot of things he would want to find out about his ex. More than just with clothes on as he nodded. "Well, even if it isn't guaranteed, I guess we'll just make the most of it." He said, willing to make a compromise. He didn't know when his manager would drag the band back to the studio to make their next album.

"I don't know how long I have either. We've got a couple of days off now, but when my manager calls, I have to leave. The studio is in another city and we have an apartment there we share." He explained softly. Nodding as well as leaning to the side to let the waitress get his plate as well. It was going to be the usual fight between them as they got up together to move to the counter and pay.

He had his wallet out already, hearing Akira intended to pay as he sighed. "I really shouldn't let you do that." He grinned softly. Even though he didn't object. "I'll have to get you something in return for paying for me." He promised, waiting until the bill had been paid before he headed outside, Shiro couldn't help but take the others hand in his own, heading back towards the city. "So, why don't you show me your place? A hotel room is way too boring." He suggested with a grin, figuring he could pick up something for Akira on the way.

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Akira looked away when he heard the studio was in another city. Great... so this was not going to last long. He gave a small smile to the other to acknowledge he had heard the other, but he really didn't like what he heard. Long distance was awful on a relationship, so perhaps the other just meant this to be a one night stand kind of thing? Akira wasn't sure how he felt about that at the moment but he supposed it wouldn't matter in the end. He'd just have to leave it alone for now and if Shiro decided to leave him this time, then that what it meant.

"View is a pay back for the lousy lap dance you got last night." he shrugged, "Plus, I may not be famous but strippers make a decent amount. Especially ones like me." he said, looking a bit proud of himself. He took his card back and put it back in his wallet before heading outside with Shiro. He glanced to his hand as it was taken and held back a sigh. This type of thing was for lovers, as far as he knew he was not that to Shiro, but maybe it was something that was to be?

"Hmm, oh, sure. It's this way." he said and started to head in the direction of his apartment. "It's not a very far walk. Maybe 10 minutes." he explained as he turned the corner into an alley way. He walked along like he had been doing this all his life, walking through seedy streets and smiling at people that looked like they'd rather rob than smile at someone, though no one bothered them. "Bet your apartment is way nicer than mine." he explained as he nodded towards a complex after about 5 minutes of walking. It was another 5 minutes into the complex and then 3 flights of stairs until they were at Akira's door and he was unlocking it. When he opened the door they were greeted to a very bland apartment. It had decent furniture, but there was little way of decoration. He set his wallet and keys on the coffee table and looked back, "Do you um, want some coffee?" he asked.

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Shiro had no intention of letting this be a one time thing. He wanted more and he wanted them to move in together one day as he could tell there was a bit of disappointment present in Akira's expression. He didn't push it as the food was paid for. "A lousy lap dance? Youll have to show me a proper one then." He teased as he had to acknowledge that there was some truth to the whole stripper idea. They were known for making a fair bit of money.

Being adamant about holding his hand, Shiro didn't let go as they walked together through the streets. He avoided looking at the people too much as they walked, noticing some of the looks they got. Although in the end, no one did anything to them and it was a bit until they got to the apartment complex. It was a long walk, but eventually they got through the right door and he looked around once inside.

"My apartment is shared with three others. This looks much nicer." He stated as he stepped out of his shoes and turned to Akira. "Coffee would be nice. But we also need to talk about some things." He added, turning more serious as he slid his hands into he pockets of his pants. "I want us to be something again. But I have to go away from here to work on the next album. We have enough material to make three or four." He explained. He wanted to say so much more, but the best thing he could come up with sounded halfways stupid as he said it. "I want you to be a part of my life. And I want to be a part of yours again." It sounded like a cheesy romance movie when he spoke those lines, but it was what he desired the most when he looked at Akira.

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Akira chuckled, "perhaps I will." he stated, "a better one than you would ever get in a strip club." he teased right back.

Once they had gotten back to the apartment and Shiro said he wanted coffee Akira immediately moved to get the coffee started. He grabbed two mugs and waited until the coffee was ready before leaving the kitchen. He was kind of glad he did though, given what Shiro said next. He slowly moved back into the living room where Shiro was and handed him the coffee. "Shiro that would be nice," he said, moving to sit down on the couch, "but... long distance it's just..." he started off before stopping himself, "Look, it's just not good for me. I don't mind being a part of your life and vice versa, but having you gone in another city for that long. I'm not really sure I could do that." he explained.

He looked down at his coffee and thought about what Shiro was asking of him. "I---I never wanted to leave you in the first place. I really didn't. I was happy the way we were, but a lot has change since we were teenagers. To go back to the way we were... it's not going to happen. I don't mind starting over, Shiro. I would love that, but I can't do a long distance relationship."

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"Better than at the strip club." Shiro mused to himself. It was something to definitely look forward to.

Letting Akira get time in the kitchen to sort everything out, he went to sit on the couch, enjoying how spartan and nice the apartment looked. It was nice that there wasn't a lot of ornaments. It looked a lot cleaner and friendly to him. And then the coffee was there as he accepted the mug. Listening to his ex, he could understand what he meant. It was hard for him to hear it, yet he knew he had to find a way forward. He took a sip as he listened on.

"It has. All has changed since then." He agreed. It was a bit of a camel to swallow that a long distance relationship wasn't going to work for them. He had hoped it would, but he didn't want to press it too much. The coffee was good and he enjoyed the company as well. "I won't pressure you into it. I just want to find a way so that we can make it work." He explained. "I have time off still, and I want to see you at all my concerts if you can." He explained, feeling his heart pounding in his chest with emotion.

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Aria listened for a moment before sighing again. "You sure didn't lose your optimism did you?" He said as he took another sip of his coffee. "Shiro, the only way I'm making it to all your concerts is if either I live with you or I'm in the concerts themselves." He explained shaking his head. "I'd love to go see them all, Shiro, I really would but think about things through a little bit." He mumbled the last part.

Akira really wasn't sure how all of this was going to work, and he was sure in the past he would have just gone for it. Now was no longer the past though, he had grown a bit jaded since. He looked over to Shiro for a moment before averting his gaze once again. "Look, I'm for making this work, I really am... but let's face it, I'm a stripper. I make good money yes, but that's because I work hard and do my best when I'm on stage. If it's a bad night at the club, there is nothing I can do about the money. I can live in an apartment like this because I'm careful with my money." He said, frowning a little.

This most definitely did not sound like he wanted this to work out. He took a deep breath, "what city is your studio in?" He asked, trying to start over. He had never been a fan of his own negativity. "I'll try my best to make it to the majority of your concerts." He whispered. He just had to try, that's all, they'd figure the rest out. He was... sort of... sure of it. He gave a weak smile to show that he was trying it just went against his nature. "Why don't we think of just now, rather than the future." He suggested, laughing little "after all, how do we even know if we like the person we each have become? I could be a total bitch and you'd never known it like this."

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"Never." Shiro didn't want to lose optimism at all. It was what he had always used to think ahead in life. Although the idea of not getting to see Akira at every contact it would be weird. Though it'd been five years since they'd last met, their lives had changed completely since then, no longer sheltered by their parents. It was obvious that their new lives were going to affect their future together.

Yet as Shiro was about to speak, to try and explain everything, Akira continued, resetting their conversation and asking about the studio. He took a sip of his coffee, nodding in response. "The studio is about five or six hours from here by car." He explained, looking towards the window for a moment. He wanted to reset everything and just start all over, where they didn't know each other. But it would be impossible to do that.

He looked back to Akira, a soft smile on his lips, and a determined look in his eyes. "If you'd become a total bitch, I think I would've noticed something by now." He said, looking into Akira's eyes. He wanted to say and do so much more, but it seemed as if they were just locked in the moment together. Something had to be attempted, or a break from this. Shiro's mind was working in high gear until he suddenly knew what to do.

"Aki." He began, putting the coffee cup aside before he adjusted himself. "I'll do my very best to prove to you that we can make this work." He promised, moving himself in the couch with more agility than he'd thought possible, one hand moving to Akira's cheek, lifting his head before he pushed in for the deeper, more passionate kiss. This time he was reluctant to let go of the other, until he began to feel short of breath, savoring every moment of it. He didn't want to hold himself back, he needed to discover how much his ex had changed.

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"Five... or six hours..." he looked down a bit when the other looked over to the window. That was a long drive. That would mean at least a day and a half off work each time Shiro had a concert. He looked back up just in time for the other to tell him that he would have noticed by now if he had become a total bitch. He chuckled a little, "Who knows, I've gotten very good at hiding how I feel." he said, sipping on his coffee, glancing up when the other called his name. "I'm sure you will, I just---" he was stopped at how fast the other was upon him.

He gasped and let his cup hit the floor, luckily not broken, but there was coffee everywhere. He didn't seem to pay one bit of attention to it though as the other pushed into a passionate kiss. He gave a light groan and for a few seconds was tense, mostly out of surprise. Next thing he knew though he was arching into the man that was kissing him, just as reluctant as the other broke the kiss so they could breath. His eyes had glazed over just slightly with the lust that was given off during that kiss. "Shiro..." he murmured a bit.

He licked his lips lightly before moving in once more for another kiss. "Are you sure you want to go this far?" he asked against the others lips, moving slightly to pull the other's shirt off. He figured this was what the other had been planning and it had been long enough since Akira had last gotten laid. Plus, he couldn't help but deny what his body was wanting from Shiro, "If this doesn't work out... you aren't going to regret it are you?" he murmured and moved back so that he could finish pulling the other's shirt off before moving towards his dress he had on.