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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 9, 2012 17:06:24 GMT -5
"...Oh." Well, that is interesting. And is yet another drop in this ocean of confusion he has roiling in his head. He's not sure what to think about this at all! But at least thinking about it has deflected him from murderous rage for the moment.
One thing he can understand is why Rampage - is he supposed to think of Rampage as himself or another person? More confusion! - was interested in Pierce. The potential thread of kinship sends a thrill through him, much as the idea that the both of them might be escaped experiments had.
"Two of a kind," he mumbles, barely conscious of it, and he steps closer to Pierce, gaze intense.
He's not paying much attention to Pierce's proposal at all, right now.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 9, 2012 17:19:31 GMT -5
That was supposed to deter Xavier, not make him step closer like this! Normally the idea that someone could peer into the very depths of your soul just by touching is enough to make most people recoil!
Pierce stares at Xavier, eyes wide when the other man steps closer, trying to come up with more words to stuff into the space between them as a shield. None came. This wasn’t going according to plan at all- well, it did distract Xavier from his increasing anger, which is good, but that wasn’t the whole purpose of telling him about his empathy.
“W-well, there could be more out there,” the pale man murmurs nervously. “We are the only two known empaths but one of our comrades is a telepath...”
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 9, 2012 17:32:20 GMT -5
"Hmm." Xavier doesn't really care about about anyone else. The attraction is that it's a link he has with Pierce.
Slowly reaching out a hand, he pauses with it hovering just a few inches away from Pierce's chest. Does he want to touch? He likes touching Pierce, but that means Pierce can... well, not read his thoughts, exactly. Just... know what he's feeling. Ha, like it's hard to tell what Xavier is feeling right now! Then again, there is the blood lust. He doesn't want to scare Pierce off! Except...
"We've touched before," he mumbles, tilting his head to consider Pierce.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 9, 2012 17:48:27 GMT -5
“Y-yes?” Unfortunately this time, Pierce doesn’t have the bike helmet and that blush is very, very bright. Curse this pale skin. “I did try to warn you about my issues touching,” he says recoiling slightly from Xavier’s hand. “I did not want anyone to know about this power unnecessarily but I also didn’t mean to violate your privacy, and I mean... well... uhm...”
Who is he kidding? Xavier didn’t seem to care about that. Why else would he be considering trying to touch Pierce just moments after the admission?
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 9, 2012 18:00:41 GMT -5
"And you've felt... everything I have?" He'd touched Pierce in the midst of reveling in other people's terror before, and Pierce had been willing to see him afterward!
Xavier tries to close the gap, reaching out to fist his hand in Pierce's coat. His gaze is fixed on Pierce's face - blushing! How cute! - staring intently as he does his best to read the man's emotions without empathy.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 9, 2012 18:12:03 GMT -5
“Eeep,” Pierce utters when Xavier grabs his jacket, only briefly trying to pull away before deciding that it was probably better not to struggle. He squirms under the other’s searching gaze nonetheless, staring down awkwardly at the arm holding him captive.
“W-well, yes? When touching anyways,” he says quietly.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 9, 2012 18:23:01 GMT -5
Xavier's head tilts a little from side to side as he thinks. Most people aren't particularly fond of murderous sadists, he thinks, once they realize what they are. But Pierce must have felt his sadism during the attack... and if not, he should certainly be able to feel the murderous urges still simmering in Xavier's mind right now.
"Can you feel me now?" he asks, leaning in closer, fist clenching and unclenching slightly.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 9, 2012 18:45:50 GMT -5
“Yes,” Pierce gasps, the increasing proximity making him breathless. “The clothes are a barrier but I can feel you this, uhm, close.” It takes him a moment to realize it, but he figures it out through the strange, tempting tangles of Xavier’s emotions, his desires, the need for acceptance and the monstrous blood thirst. The strange alien moralities that his human memories supplied now that he examined them for context.
“Xavier,” he says softly, hesitantly reaching up a hand to place it on the other’s wrist, daring to look up and into those green, green eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with you.” These were perfectly normal emotions for a lot of young ‘Cons. In fact, they tended to be encouraged, although he would have to ensure Xavier did any potential murdering in a safe manner now that he thinks about it.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 9, 2012 19:11:59 GMT -5
He didn't even have to ask! Just a touch and Pierce had figured out what he wanted, what he needed, and had given it to him!
Xavier lets out a bark of delighted laughter, many of his churning negative emotions washed away in a rush of relief and possessive affection for this strange, wondrous man. He grins, eyes wild, and says, "Thank you. You're wrong about that-" There are so many things wrong with Xavier that have little to do with his taste for murder and human flesh. "-But thank you."
Staring deeply back into Pierce's icy blue eyes, he gradually becomes aware of the tingly feeling in his hand where Pierce touches it and of the fact that his heart is racing. His face flushes with heat.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 9, 2012 19:29:40 GMT -5
“Xavier...” There’s a part of Pierce that is doing a Shia-esque stream of ‘nononono’ in the back of his mind at all the ways his plan was backfiring really, really terribly. He can virtually feel Xavier’s blush and only feels vaguely glad that he isn’t the only one.
Wait, no, he’s not supposed to be feeling glad about that. He’s supposed to be trying to convince Xavier this was a horrible, horrible idea in all the horribly horrible ways that will end up with Phobia being slowly disemboweled. By Rampage.
But there was just... every single time he’d turned Xavier away, he could feel the gaping abyss inside the younger man opening up and just the thought of it, the memory of the pain makes him wince. What can he do? He’s caught between Xavier, his duty and Rampage and Xavier was right here and trusting him.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 9, 2012 19:40:01 GMT -5
For a moment, Xavier's grip on Pierce's coat loosens, his eyes sliding half-closed. He thinks he can see the turmoil in Pierce's eyes, though there's nothing strong enough for him to actually feel. He idly wonders what Pierce is thinking, but most of his attention is on the amazing warmth spreading through his body.
Grip suddenly tightening again, Xavier yanks down hard, tilting his face up to try and meet the other man's in something far too clumsy to really be considered a kiss.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 9, 2012 19:48:42 GMT -5
Pierce initial reaction to having the decision taken out of his hands and being promptly face-smushed is to make a lot of squeaky indignant noises, grabbing Xavier’s shoulders. After a second, he calms down however and tries to decide if he wants to be beaten up for laughing or despair at the turn of events.
He settles for a mixture.
“... You’f ne’er kithed ‘nyone hve yuh,” he mutters against Xavier’s mouth.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 9, 2012 19:59:38 GMT -5
Xavier pulls back a few centimeters, butting his forehead lightly against Pierce's. "Can't remember." He brushes their noses together. "Who would I want to kiss?" Then he tilts his head and presses his lips back to Pierce, soft and experimental this time.
He feels like he's going to burst with happiness. Just pop! and get his happy, happy guts all over Pierce. He could think of worse ways to die.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 9, 2012 20:15:43 GMT -5
No, Xavier, don’t do that. Pierce would freak out very, very badly and it’s going to take many traumatic days to get your blood out of his clothes.
“I didn’t even pick a romantic spot,” he manages to mutter before Xavier kisses him again. Much better this time around although it could still be improved. Pierce decides to give up on... everything and show Xavier how to kiss properly for the time being. Rampage was going to murder him so, so, so badly when this was all over, but for some reason he couldn’t care about that too much right now.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 9, 2012 20:30:41 GMT -5
Well, in that case, Xavier supposes he won't explode with happiness. Besides, he wouldn't get to kiss Pierce more if that happened, and he is very, very interested in kissing Pierce more.
Xavier isn't sure how long he stands there with Pierce as the other man's very willing student in the art of kissing. Time apparently lost all meaning somewhere along the way. Possibly at the same time Xavier's arms found their way from gripping Pierce's coat to curling around his thin shoulders. All he knows for certain is that he's distracted enough that he almost misses the sound of a car approaching.
Making a curious noise against Pierce's lips, Xavier grudgingly pulls away to look at the road. A lone car passes by on its way to the abandoned factory. Windows rolled down, the sound of blasting music and drunken cheering makes its way to the dry hill.
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