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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 8, 2010 13:57:34 GMT -5
((Verity wished for us in a specific way, but as I have never seen the movie, her wish can not be granted, she will have to be glad with this))
How long had they been here? Emilian knew he shouldn't have taken that exclusive cruise. Now he and, of all people, Chase were stuck on this horrid little island. It was hot, humid, there were only a few trees and a little stream for them, and the only animal was some stupid bird that kept trying to poop on his head. There was no tv, no computer, and, worst of all, no human physical contact.
Emilian was going to go insane.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 8, 2010 14:13:46 GMT -5
There had only been so much time that Chase could spend brooding in the coconut tree. He'd attempted to relieve his boredom by throwing coconuts at Emilian, but after a while even the cursing lost its charm. The boredom itself was bad enough. The waves rolled in, the waves rolled out, over and over and over until the most interesting thing to look at was Emilian. With his long hair and the beginnings of heatstroke, he was beginning to look like a girl. From the back. If he squinted.
At last, Chase shimmied down the tree. He tried not to think about how nice it felt to be pressed against the trunk, especially considering the number of ants, but eyed Emilian warily. "Truce!" he called.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 8, 2010 14:38:23 GMT -5
"Shove your truce," Emilian called back. He wanted Adara. Or Storm, or even one of the girls that had screwed him over. Or Michael, Michael would work. Even some effing.... "Unless you've got some lotion, that is." It was low, but he was to the point he would sink that low, especially considering the only other human on the island was Chase.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 8, 2010 15:48:44 GMT -5
Chase's brows narrowed as he stopped in his place. Then understanding lit his eyes and he gave an emphatic noise of disgust. "That's sick," he said. Exactly the kind of thing he should have expected from the bastard, too. "I wouldn't bang you if you were the last..." His thought trailed off as he realized that to all intents and purposes, Emilian was the last person on earth. He refused to acknowledge any other things which might have occurred to him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 8, 2010 22:46:48 GMT -5
Emilian stood and smirked. It had always been fun to tease him and this time would be no different. "Are you sure about that, Chase?" he asked, clasping his hands behind him. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. You might find you like it." He doubted it, but he was desperate, and Chase was good-looking.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 8, 2010 22:59:00 GMT -5
Chase's eyes narrowed. If his torn and faded trousers hadn't been uncomfortably tight for days now, he would have sworn at Emilian and returned to his tree. He was sick of the tree though, and he found his gaze wandering in the direction of Emilian's rear. An ass was an ass, right?
His eyes snapped up. He hated the smug look on the bastard's face, but he hated the physical memory his body was giving him, too. And it wasn't helping the situation any. "I'm not gay," he said. And there was no way in hell he was letting Emilian... His mind wouldn't even let him finish the thought, no matter how loudly his body told him to think it.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 8, 2010 23:19:40 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah," Emilian said, shrugging. "We'll see about that. I could change your mind." He grinned and slid his hands into his pockets. Chase was lucky he hadn't turned nudist since they were beached. It didn't bother him in the least, but he had had the decency, and the distaste of sunburns, to keep his clothes on. Most of the time. He certainly had enough confidence that he thought he could turn just about anyone. Michael didn't count.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 8, 2010 23:37:02 GMT -5
Chase gave Emilian a hard look. If their wands hadn't been lost to the sea, he'd tell him where he could stick it right now. And again, his mind took a turn for the worse. He stood in desperation, but he knew there was no relief unless something happened. He stood debating, his mind giving him scenarios he didn't want until he felt like he was going mad. He knew Emilian was like that, but he wasn't willing to offer himself up.
Chase reached for the hem of his shirt and dragged it up over the top of his head. He had to keep hold of some power or he might as well give up entirely. He tossed his shirt aside. "When you're done being a bastard," he said, leaving the rest open to interpretation. He headed down toward the edge of the water. He was going to take his stress out by catching some dinner.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 8, 2010 23:53:02 GMT -5
Emilian's grin remained as he removed his own shirt to follow Chase. He jogged a few steps to catch up and gave a firm smack to Chase's rear as he passed and headed out into the water. He didn't really want it any more than Chase did, but he would certainly have fun getting it. Besides, it would be another name to add to his list, another tale to tell.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 9, 2010 0:00:00 GMT -5
Chase hated how excited his body was just at having some physical contact and glared after Emilian. Then in a fit of anger fueled by boredom and sexual frustration, he broke into a run, fully intending to tackle Emilian. This time, there would be no witnesses when he strangled the bastard to death!
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 9, 2010 0:15:41 GMT -5
Emilian turned at the sound of feet pounding at sand, only to be tackled to the wet sand by a flying Chase. He grunted as he was toppled. "Oh, couldn't stay away?" he teased, smirking. "I knew you wouldn't be able to." Not that he minded being tackled, at least it gave him physical contact, something he had been sorely missing.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 9, 2010 0:21:17 GMT -5
Didn't this guy ever learn? Chase pulled his fist back, swinging it forward toward Emilian's jaw. He would not spend the rest of his godforsaken life listening to taunts. He knew he had an ego, but he could put his aside long enough to be quiet for five minutes.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 9, 2010 0:45:54 GMT -5
No, Emilian didn't learn. He moved his head and reached out to stop most of the force of the punch. "Now, now, that's no way to initiate." He grabbed Chase's wrists and shifted, changing to where he was straddling Chase. "You've got a lot to learn if we're going to be stuck here." At the risk of being punched again, he leaned down for a quick kiss.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 9, 2010 8:06:17 GMT -5
Fury propelled Chase, blind anger that left him unable to think. And desperation. Otherwise he never would have closed his eyes, and he never would have just let himself pretend it was someone else and take that kiss. He pushed up, toppling Emilian to move over him, their mouths fusing together with all the intensity of hatred and all the need of physical loneliness.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 9, 2010 11:51:53 GMT -5
Emilian was enjoying this too much, well...he was enjoying that he had finally gotten Chase to give in after all these years. He still hated the guy, but it gave him a huge burst of satisfaction to feel the guy responding to him, even in such a rough way. Or maybe especially in such a rough way. He resigned himself to his position, though he fully intended to keep as much control as possible. He let his hands start to explore, feeling scars and still-strong muscles.
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