Empty Halls

[pinkroses]

His lips curled upwards into a smile as he shook his head slightly, “There’s always more to know,” he said quietly. He could find out what he wanted to, but after finding out one thing there were always more things about someone to spark his curiosity. His schedule was something Jenno could usually keep to though, he loved the lessons here and way always eager to turn up to them on time, he wouldn’t want to miss something that might be vitally important. The smallest detail could keep someone on the cusp of life for those vital few more minutes or disable a dangerous opponent. So they were similar, but there were also big differences.

But as Jenno’s eyes drifted down over Nitor once more he was definitely considering their similarities more, especially picking up where they had left off now that he knew Nitor wasn’t about to attack him.

“I can think of one way I would like to get to know you a little better right now,” he murmured, his eyes lingering pointedly on Nitor’s groin before he lifted them up to meet his new acquaintance’s with a small grin, taking a step closer to him again.

[Shadowstorm]

Fingering the lapels of his robes, Nitor\'s smirk spread in an echo of the boy opposite him, eyes lifting to assess his new...\'friend\'.
"Oh of course, of course...although when one is enjoying himself so, it is so very easy to become," he pauses, hands waving as if searching for a foreign word, "..lost in the moment, as it were."

The lighting catches the brows over hollowed sockets eerily, skeletal facial features twisted into an expression of gentle humour.

"However, if we are to attempt a similar captivating moment, might I suggest a slightly more comfortable setting?
Atmospheric as it may be, the halls are rather cold at this time of year."

An open, lingering invitation, his stance open and accepting.
Always something more to learn.

[pinkroses]

Jenno gave a small murmur of agreement, he knew exactly what Nitor was talking about. He all to often got too involved in his business and it would take an awful lot for him to snap out of it. His dark eyes stayed fixed on Nitor’s, examining him closely. The man opposite him wasn’t as handsome as some of those the assassin had bedded, but there was something more about Nitor, something that made him different to the others and that was more important than charming good looks.

“Where did you have in mind?” he asked with a smirk, his hands clasped behind his back. Even if he didn’t have a snoring roommate in his room Jenno wouldn’t have invited Nitor back there. He rarely took people back to his room and definitely not people he had only just met, it was unwise to give away the only real place you would have to hide securely in in this building. Most rooms were guarded by charms that did more than simple locks and for those who didn’t use magic there were still numerous traps which could be set so that if someone did begin to pay too much attention there was still somewhere safe to retreat to. Jenno considered just letting someone through the door to be very foolhardy.

[Shadowstorm]

With a relaxed, nonchalant wave of his hand, Nitor stated quite calmly, "My room of course."
His own was less of a sanctuary...it couldn\'t be a safe place with the boy he was with, after all - one of the most unpredictable, easily angered boys of the Academy itself.

Although, no trouble once you knew how to manipulate him.

Hooking one finger beneath Jenno\'s collar playfully, Nitor gave a little tug.
"Follow me."
His personal sanctuary was a little different, a little better protected; and in fact, that was exactly what he was leading Jenno away from under this quite useful excuse of somatic, carnal urges.
Just one step away from discovering Nitor\'s hoarde...and that couldn\'t possibly happen, because then...he really WOULD have to kill this pretty boy he\'d so miraculously found.

"And stay quiet...my room-mate doesn\'t like to be disturbed unless there\'s something in it for him..."

Which, of course, there might be.

[pinkroses]

Jenno gave a grin when Nitor tugged at his collar, but followed without resistance. If Nitor had no problem about getting close with someone else in the room then Jenno didn’t either, just as long as it wasn’t in his room.

“Mmm, don’t worry, I know how to be quiet,” he murmured, leaning close to Nitor and lightly licking his ear, before giving him a small wink and slipping his arm around the other assassin’s waist (although depending on who he shared with maybe it would be fun to have someone else involved). He knew nothing about the secrets Nitor kept in the deserted hallway, he’d gone up there plenty of time, but simply to read, not to snoop and at any sign of defences that would take some time to avoid or undo he would stop and simply stay where he was. He didn’t need to go further than just reading and didn’t like to cause trouble when there was no need. After all, everyone had their secrets and unless he had good reason Jenno liked to keep things impersonal.

He fell silent then, letting Nitor lead him to his room in silence. They were out after hours after all and he didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention. Being punished for being out was almost the opposite from what he had planned for tonight.

((You can make a new thread in Nitor\'s room if you want, or stay in this one, I don\'t mind ))

[Shadowstorm]

Nitor\'s grasp around Jenno\'s wrist was none too gentle as the other boy was yanked rather harshly around the corner to avoid the prowling prefects on duty for the evening. A flash of his eyes revealed his blatant lie earlier about being one of those Level Ones on duty...

However, with a fair bit of quiet footsteps and violent direction, Nitor dragged the other boy toward his room, ordering him to turn away whilst he undid the complex locking mechanism that his room-mate and he had set up so meticulously...

A click and a swing of the door later revealed that his room-mate was very much awake, and awaiting with a look that could only be described as hunger.

"Nitor, that took you long enough," he snapped rather impatiently, curling bright cherry red hair behind one ear.
And indeed, this particular boy was well known as a loose cannon amongst the Cruori students. Intensely talented, but completely insane, vicious, and uncontrollable.
Slowly, a calm smile cracked across his pale visage.

"Although, at least you brought entertainment."

[pinkroses]

Jenno wasn’t surprised by the violent tugs, not did he try to resist them. He knew it wouldn’t be wise to be caught out of bed at this time, although he did smile inwardly to know that he hadn’t been wrong about Nitor lying about his level. He didn’t saying anything about it though and stayed silent, both vocally and in his movements as the made their way back towards the student bedrooms, he wasn’t about to get them caught.

He rolled his eyes and looked away as Nitor wished when they finally reached the door, understanding exactly why it was needed, although he hoped that getting out wasn’t going to be as much of a chore. After stepping (a little hesitantly) inside, his attention was quickly grabbed by the other person in the room and his fingers instinctively tightened an undetectable amount around the leather-bound book which hung by his side. Jenno may not pay much attention to what was going on around him, but it was difficult to learn in class or in the training grounds sometimes when the teacher’s attention was grabbed by the disruptive red head in the next room, or the next obstacle if they were doing physical training. But Jenno, perhaps foolishly, wasn’t afraid and after his eyes cast around the room with interest they settled once more on the smiling young man before him. Entertainment? Well, he would wait to see what was meant by that before acting; there was no point in causing a ruckus over what could be a joke.

“Good evening,” Jenno said quietly, his voice just over a whisper, but that was normal, not caused by fear. Then, as he shifted both hands to rest behind his back, one still holding the large book with ease, he gave the only sign that he didn’t know exactly what was going on, by glancing towards Nitor and raising one eyebrow slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.

[Shadowstorm]

Quite sharply, the redhead snorted with laughter, lips still tightly closed in a thin, impatient smile.
"Well, close the door behind you," he snapped, curling a very white, and shaking hand up around a strand of escaping hair. Beneath this dim light, his skin still shone ethereally, as if translucent - webs of veins showing beneath a washed-out tan...his finger shook violently as it hung in mid-air above the page he had been on, and circles of fatigue stained his eyes.

Nitor obeyed quickly, kicking it shut with one foot. No point in reestablishing his locks while they still had company...
Quite smoothly, his hands slid around Jenno\'s neck from where he had slipped in behind the other boy, warm breath licking the top of one ear before the blonde\'s teeth once again bared, biting down hard on the cartilage, a low rumble murmuring from his throat...

Keeping eye contact, the redhead smirked.
This was quite an ordinary practise for the little sadist...usually they resisted a little more.
Amused, the corner of his lips parted to let out a low laugh.

[pinkroses]

Jenno’s eyes turned back to the redhead before him whilst Nitor shut the door (noting that he hadn’t bothered to re-lock them unless it was a silent lock). He moved his dark gaze over the young man, wondering for a brief moment why he looked so ill, maybe he was just tired, but everyone around here was tired after a long day at work and that look didn’t come just from a few days hard toil.

He blink quickly when he felt the teeth slipping through his cartilage and clenched his teeth behind closed lips, but other than that made no sign of pain and he definitely didn’t flinch away; he didn’t want the cartilage to rip and lose the top of his ear or create a slit that wouldn’t heal. Silently reprimanding himself for being such a fool for coming here Jenno’s dark eyes stayed fixed on the redhead’s, wondering what exactly the two had planned and how often the had done it before to fools like him. But he was more annoyed at himself than these two, Jenno rarely let his emotions get a hold of him, especially in situations like this so despite the stinging pain in his ear and the uncomfortable feeling of being pierced by someone’s teeth Jenno wasn’t thinking about getting his own back, he was simply wondering if Nitor had recently cleaned his teeth. Filthy thing, the human mouth. It would be typical if he got out of here alive just to lose his life because of blood poisoning.

And so he didn’t move or say anything that might antagonise the creature with his teeth in his ear, it would be wiser for now to find out what they wanted without annoying Nitor for this moment so that he kept his ear. Any movements and it could easily rip. Jenno gave a small smile as the red head laughed, wondering what exactly he expected Jenno to do now, fight back, two against one? Jenno already knew he was awful at that, one on one was much more his style (unfortunately). Rip his ear off? Yell? Scream? Ask to be allowed to leave? Well, that wasn\'t likely to work.

[Shadowstorm]

Violent intentions seemed all part of affection as the rough surface of Nitor\'s tongue streaked the pinprick of blood across the top of Jenno\'s ear, the clamp of his teeth loosening to  brush his head further downward, breathing heavily on the other\'s neck.

Spidery hands found again the collar of black robes, pulling them away from the shoulders he was now level with.
The redhead\'s eyebrow raised, seeming to tense ever so slightly as Nitor drew away from Jenno\'s ear, eyes fixed on those sharpened, yellowing teeth as they once again found soft skin, nipping at the boy\'s neck in something like a playful way.

"You -did- want to get to know me better...didn\'t you?" he whispered into Jenno\'s stinging ear, grip tight around a slender waist.
"Because I feel exactly the same.."

The redhead\'s eyes flashed for a moment, deep crimson flooding into them for a split second before he blinked, that arrogant smirk painted across his face.

[pinkroses]

Jenno couldn’t help but tilt his head back slightly, enjoying the hot breath and closeness of Nitor to him despite the stinging pain in his ear. In fact the contract was pretty enjoyable. He turned his head so that he could see the student he had met in the corridor, but didn’t pull out of his grip to turn around in his arms. One hand slid backward to smooth over Nitor’s waist, not entirely sure how to react. He could be trying to lull him into a false sense of security… or the taste of blood did it for him.

“As long as it’s me, not my insides you want to get to know,” he murmured, ignoring the fact that there was someone else in the room as he pressed back against Nitor, pressing his hip against the student’s groin and grinding lightly against him. “You like the taste of my blood?” he asked quietly, lifting his hand and lightly running his index finger along Nitor’s lower lip and not pulling back if Nitor choose to accept the small offer he was being given now. "Do you want more?"

[Shadowstorm]

[I\'m sorry for disappearing for so loooong! -pokes self- I\'m being really terrible with replying on time. v_v)

Definitely the former it seemed, as the blonde let out a half-growl, half purr deep within his throat in reply to the offer, feeling that hip against him - urging backward.
Teeth bared hungrily, long fingers smoothing their way across Jenno\'s arms and across his chest, exploring bit by bit...

"Mmmm..."

As that finger teased him, his teeth sank into it slowly, eyes watching Jenno in that sultry manner from earlier in the evening.
This was where they were headed...for the second time.
Perhaps this time, they would reach the destination.

In contrast to Nitor\'s relaxed stance, the redhead on the bed seemed to have lost his own collected presence; eyes sharply fixed on those sharpened teeth...the blood that they squeezed from beneath the skin in pinprick wounds...the blood...
He looked away, seemingly paler and more gaunt than before, fists tightening.

His room-mate wasn\'t supposed to be playing with his food...

[pinkroses]

((No worries, at least you came back!))

The corners of Jenno’s lips turned upwards as the teeth sank into his skin, watching as the drops of blood appeared and he wriggled his finger a little, sending a drop onto Nitor’s lip where it spread with his saliva and Jenno’s tongue flickered out, licking his own lips. He took a deep breath as he twisted his hand to run a thumb along Nitor’s lip, but didn’t take away his finger tip from the grip of those sharpened teeth.

Finally Jenno turned around in Nitor’s arms, pressing his body against the other student’s and his hips against his groin again before letting his dark eyes flicker towards the redhead.

“More?” he murmured, not sure what to think about how the roommate was reacting to their display, but still finding focusing on two people difficult. He gently pressed his lips against the corner of Nitor’s mouth, closing his lips around Nitor’s top one and allowing his companion access to his lower to do with what he would. And if that a bit more blood… Did it matter?

[Shadowstorm]

Arms encircled the other boy, pulling him closer still for that intoxicating sensation of skin against skin, that moist breath needed like an addiction.
Heavy lidded dark eyes rolled back beneath their lids, taken over with a moment of rapture as he hissed between still tightly clenched teeth, "Mmm...mmmm...m-more.."

The redhead turned his body away, nose wrinkling to the audience of the wall..
Only with the snap of his head backwards did he catch dark eyes staring at his own deep red ones, accusingly holding the gaze.
Hungrily holding the gaze.

A long, low moan erupted from Nitor, neck arching backward, hips pushing hard against Jenno\'s, shivers coursing through him at his somatic reaction.

[pinkroses]

Jenno sucked eagerly on Nitor’s upper lip, tasting his own blood in the other boy’s mouth and, to his surprise, enjoying that metallic taste. His half lidded eyes stayed now on Nitor’s face, noticing when he looked at the redhead, but not following his gaze. His hand dropped downwards as Nitor moaned and pressed against him, cupping his penis through the cloth of his trousers and rubbing the sensitive member firmly. He bit down hard on his own lip, letting out some more blood which he pressed again against the other’s mouth, before catching his lip between his teeth and biting down hard, mingling their blood between their lips.