Already Gone. [Milos]

[Itaru]

Itaru lazily stretched out on a park bench, letting out a rather loud yawn of boredom. The young rockstar had been sent to Russia to keep an eye over their claimed world, make sure that none of those pesky Conclave members were snooping around where they shouldn’t have been. To be perfectly honest, if he had run in to one of those ‘heroes’ he didn’t know what his reaction would be. Itaru wasn’t exactly big on fighting, he wasn’t the strongest fighter that there ever was but what he lacked in strength he made up for in agility—the boy was fucking fast. If need be he could just dart off in to a Dark Corridor and demand that another Council member take care of the problem.

But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that because the boy didn’t really feel up to going back and dealing with the stuffy atmosphere of the Council Headquarters. He just felt like relaxing, spending the day to himself doing what he wanted, when he wanted. Itaru wasn’t much for authority, he lived to please himself—and live through his music.

Absently he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, frowning in disappointment when he noticed that there was only one left. Tugging it out of its packaging and lighting it up with the lighter in his left hand, taking a long drag from his and exhaling the smoke. He tossed the empty packet to the ground and took another drag from his lit up cancer-stick; the perfect way to relax and calm his nerves. He peeked open a silver-grey eye to watch a small Shadow Heartless scurry by, a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he found the little inky-black creatures to be somewhat…cute.

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[milos]

I is just what I was,
And am ain't who I be.
To love the language,

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You got to be born
On the banks of the Mississippi.[/center][/blockquote]

Milo felt no need to explain to his "superiors" why he wasn't happy to be here. He was never really happy to be anywhere, but New Orleans, but for the time being, he was stuck here. He was told there was something else stationed here. He didn't know what the hell an Itaru was. Girl. Boy. He preferred boy. He didn't get along with females. He didn't get along with a lot of people, but he certainly didn't get along with women. He cracked his back as he left the portal thing, he'd never bothered to ask what they really where, or how they existed, but he just accepted that they were.

He could smell people everywhere. They didn't smell good, and it made him nervous. Many people in general made him nervous. He straightened his tie, and moved off away form massive amounts of the population. He could see there was someone ahead of him, but he didn't think anything of it. The kid didn't look like he was from here naturally, so perhaps this was the kid he was here to look for. Male. Good looking. Smoking. Alone. He could deal with that.

He approached, bending at the waist to grab the discarded cigarette carton. "You shouldn't litter, Suga." He said with a smile. He straightened out the wrinkled carton, and suddenly slammed his hands together, seemingly trying to recrush the carton; though once he pulled his hands apart, there was nothing in his grasp. "Milo. You are..? Itaru I'd hope, I'm told I'd know you when I saw you, and if you're not, then I suppose I sound mental." He said with a vampish smile.

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Info.NUMBER OF PARAGRAPHS/WORDS.
Lyrics. To Love The Language, Harry Connick Jr.
Tags. Itaru
Anything Else. Mah xD

[Itaru]

Itaru vaguely wondered why he hadn’t bothered to bring his guitar along with him; it certainly would’ve been a welcomed distraction. He could’ve continued working on that new song that he had started a few days ago, but in the rush of getting out of HQ to get to Russia his guitar and his unfinished song had completely escaped his mind. He removed the cigarette from between his lips, letting it rest gently against his index and pointer finger while tapping it gently so that the ashes would fall to the ground and not on his lap.

The sound of approaching footsteps drew his attention away from his cigarette, letting it hang limply from the corner of his mouth. He quirked a brow at the man standing before him, part of him was somewhat curious about the mysterious aura surrounding him—almost inhuman—while another part of him, the apathetic side of him, couldn’t care any less who the hell he was. His silver gaze roved over Milo’s appearance, he wasn’t exactly bad looking, quite the opposite, but that was beside the point. Itaru wasn’t here to check out the locals, though, judging by the way he dressed and the coconfident way that he held himself—and not to mention his accent—he more than likely wasn’t a resident of this world.

“Yes, well, excuse me if I’m not the most environmentally aware.” He leaned back against the bench, lazily eyeing a couple Neo-Soldiers clanking around a few yards away—the Council’s doing.

How had Milo known his name? Itaru narrowed his eyes, examining the man more thoroughly, “Congrats, you found me.” His voice was laced with false enthusiasm, “You must be a Council member, yeah?”

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[milos]

I is just what I was,
And am ain't who I be.
To love the language,

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You got to be born
On the banks of the Mississippi.[/center][/blockquote]

He watched the other watch him. He smiled, he looked over a bit. He didn't have any problems with the boy's appearance. He could get used to people in the Council if they all looked like this boy. He smiled at the boy, and he laughed lightly as he snapped back towards him after being scolded for littering. "Don't let it happen again." He said jokingly sternly.

He watched the man stretch out a bit, and his eyes wandered. He wasn't being "professional" but he had no professional bones in his old body. If the boy were straight, he felt sorry for him, he might not like the gaze, but sometimes it got him what he wanted. He wasn't sure at this point what that was, but he wouldn't complain to get something, anything really. And, he realized he was staring, and he smiled lightly, his eyes going back up the body of the other, resting on his face as he heard the other speak.

He nodded, "Mhm." He purred, moving closer, dropping to the side of the boy. "Is there anything to do here, or have we been sent here to be gotten rid of?" He said flatly, his accent making him stick out even more then he did before in this place.

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Lyrics. To Love The Language, Harry Connick Jr.
Tags. Itaru
Anything Else. Mah xD

[Itaru]

Itaru noticed Milo’s eyes roving over his outstretched body, a mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he formulated a plan in his head to mess with the newcomer. He wasn’t usually in a playful mood like this, but being left to his own devices for so long had bored him to death—he needed something to do and luckily for him, Milo had come a long to fill that empty void. “I’m not making any promises.”

As the young man sat down in the empty space on the bench beside him Itaru leaned back, the wide-open collar of his ripped-sleeved black tshirt sliding unevenly to the side to expose his prominent collar bones. Milo’s tone and actions seemed almost…inviting, with an underlying tone of mystery. He tapped the end of his cigarette once again before taking one last drag of it and then tossing it to the ground, stomping it into the pavement with his boot.

“To be completely honest I think the higher up just want us out of HQ so it looks like we’re actually busy getting something productive done.” He shrugged, “So now we get to be bored in Russia, yay.”

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[milos]

I is just what I was,
And am ain't who I be.
To love the language,

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You got to be born
On the banks of the Mississippi.[/center][/blockquote]

Milo smiled. He wasn't making any promises? He brought his hands from his sides, and the clasped them again, and he released them after a second, the carton was back in his hands, but was full this time. He chucked them back at the seated boy. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to keep you from having a reason to litter." He smirked.

The boy needed to watch himself. Milo hadn't fed in a few days, and he could have taken the boy as he rolled his head back. He eyed his neck, and he chewed the back of his mouth, and he wanted to lick the boy, though he figured that might weird the kid out a bit. "Watch where you're showin that pretty neck, Cher. Something might happen to it." He said, holding a cig up he'd pulled from the pocket of his vest. He flicked his fingers, fire coming from his thumb.

He smirked again, speaking around the cigerette, "I can believe that."He took a drag, "I don't believe in boredom, I can make anything exciting." He said with a bigger smirk.

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Info.NUMBER OF PARAGRAPHS/WORDS.
Lyrics. To Love The Language, Harry Connick Jr.
Tags. Itaru
Anything Else. Mah xD

[Itaru]

Itaru stared on with mild fascination at Milo’s hands as he clapped them together, revealing a now full pack of his favorite brand of cigarettes. He caught the pack skillfully with his right hand, tucking them away in his pants pocket. Fantastic, now I don’t have to worry about buying stealing another pack. “Hm, and you think you can control what I do and don’t do?” He snorted, “Good luck.”

Still leaning against the back of the bench in a casual manner, Itaru angled his head to the side so that he was staring at Milo with a somewhat curious expression painted on his face. His neck and collar bone were still exposed and he was currently doing nothing to cover himself up in the presence of the young man beside him. “So tell me, Milo. You got some strange neck fetish or something?” The vampire’s name rolled off his tongue easily.

Despite the fact that he now had company it didn’t change the fact that he was completely and utterly bored. Man, he really wished he had his favorite guitar right about now…
He quirked an eyebrow, trying not to let his curiosity show through his calm demeanor, “Is that so? Then tell me, what you would do to make this situation a little less…boring.”

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[milos]

I is just what I was,
And am ain't who I be.
To love the language,

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You got to be born
On the banks of the Mississippi.[/center][/blockquote]

The boy seemed to want to test him. He could deal with it. If he had his way, no one would ever talk back to him, but that was just his ego being as it was. He knew others wouldn't out rightly fear him. He wasn't overly intimidating until he had a reason to be. And, at this point, he didn't have a reason to be. "Control is such a strong word. I'd like to think you'd just learn to listen...though I guess in a way that's still control. Though when I think control I think dominance and submission more then anything, and that just leads to a train of thought I shouldn't be on at this point." He smirked.

He watched the boy more. This kid was gunna drive him crazy. He took another long drag off the cig, and blew a smoke ring. He looked back at the boy, and he wondered if he should tell him. He would figure it out eventually, so he suppoed he could share. "One could say that." He smirked, he closed the lit fag in his hand, and he opened it again and the harmful substance was no more. "Do you believe in Vampires?" He asked suddenly, leaning back, and into the boy, he smiled, his canine teeth longer then most peoples. "Cuz if you don't, you should." He said, grazing his mouth lightly over the others neck.

He smiled, biting a bit into the boy's neck, "I can show you better then I can tell you, Suga."

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Info.IT'S A GIANT MUSHROOM!
Lyrics. To Love The Language, Harry Connick Jr.
Tags. Itaru
Anything Else. Mah xD

[Itaru]

Itaru zoned out halfway through the other man’s rambling, boy did he like to talk—or at least, that was how it seemed judging from the long-winded [one-sided] conversation that Milo was having with him at that moment. He tuned back in but not really paying much attention, however, his curiosity was piqued by two words; dominance and submission. The young rock star desperately wished that he had been paying attention now; Milo had just given him a glimpse in to his sexual preference.

His eyes lingered on the cigarette wedged carefully between the other boy’s lips before his gaze trailed to the pale, soft looking lips. It was a habit of his whenever he was in the presence of an attractive man to subtly check him out without the other man’s knowledge—by now it had become more of a subconscious thing than anything else, Itaru hardly noticed that he was doing it. He blinked, “Vampires? You mean those bloodsucking, creatures of the night from mythology?” He quirked an eyebrow, “Not particularly, though I suppose I wouldn’t be all that surprised if they did exist after being exposed to so many unbelievably crazy things since my home world was destroyed. Why do you as—ahh, what do you think you’re do-do-ing!” His voice cracked, stuttering through the syllables of the last word as Milo’s sharp canines were exposed to him and the light piercing of the tender skin on his neck was felt.

“That…er…that won’t be necessary…” Itaru whimpered, quite uncharacteristic of himself—but how else was he supposed to react when he had a vampire [though an incredibly attractive vampire!] nipping at his neck…?

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[milos]

I is just what I was,
And am ain't who I be.
To love the language,

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You got to be born
On the banks of the Mississippi.[/center][/blockquote]

He could have turned this situation into anything he wanted very easily, the uneasiness about the boy told him that. He didn't believe in vampires? Well, Milo would change that. He smiled as he heard the boy stutter. He got the scent of the blood flowing beneath the boys skin, and he exhaled deeply, calmer then a cigarette could ever make him, yet as excited as a fat kid in a candy store. The thrill was beyond most words, and made him nearly lose himself in thought as he nearly missed the boys nervous stammers.

He smiled, licking the other where he'd bitten lightly. He pulled back enough to look at the other, his green eyes dancing with mischief, "It won't hurt if that's a concern."

He said with a smirk. That was generally the first question he got from victims. If they were tense, it would hurt, but if they would relax and trust that he wouldn't kill them then it wouldn't hurt; not even close.

He did eventually slide back, he wasn't going to bite the boy, not here. He did like the thrill of scaring people though, even if he had no intention of hurting them. He smiled as he watched the boy, "Now, when I say to watch where you were exposing your neck, I'd heed my warning next time."[/color] He said with a flip of his hair.
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Info.IT'S A GIANT MUSHROOM!
Lyrics. To Love The Language, Harry Connick Jr.
Tags. Itaru
Anything Else. Mah xD

[Itaru]

Itaru kept his attention drawn on Milo, warily watching each and every one of his movements as if he could snap at any moment. Well, truthfully he could have. Despite the fact that they were working for the same group—towards the same cause [whatever that was] none of the Council members truly trusted each other. With that said, the musician remained on guard, his muscles tensed and his fist clenched tightly against the fabric of his ripped and frayed tank-top.

While Itaru did admittedly swing both ways with an emphasis for his own team [if you know what I mean], he still remained steadfast in his caution towards the other man—though he did find him rather attractive, he wouldn’t fall quite as easily as Milo may have hoped. “Pain isn’t the issue,” He replied coolly, he was rather masochistic in the kinkiest way possible and therefore enjoyed a bit of pain during foreplay, “having some sort of sexual relation with a fellow Council member is hardly professional, now don’t you agree?”

His eyes locked onto Milo’s lips as her spoke, somewhat mesmerized by the man’s accent. Where exactly was he from? It was certainly different from anything he’d ever heard before. “Perhaps I like a bit of danger in my life every now and then.” His pale lips quirked at the corners into an amused smirk, he wouldn’t admit it but he was having fun going back and forth like this with Milo.

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[milos]

I is just what I was,
And am ain't who I be.
To love the language,

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You got to be born
On the banks of the Mississippi.[/center][/blockquote]

Was he being too forward? Yes. Did he care? No. He knew the boy could probably fight back, but he didn't care. He had more tricks up his sleeve then just being a vampire. He could dance if the boy wanted to dance, though despite his tensions, he didn't seem hell bent on getting away, so that was a good sign Milo guessed. He hummed against the others skin once more, and knew he wanted to enjoy the boy further, but as he'd said, not here.

Emerald eyes were cast up as the boy spoke. He gave a Cheshire smile. Pain not a problem? He liked that. He liked that a lot. He smiled wider as he mentioned "professionalism" of sorts. "There's nothing terribly professional about what we do anyhow, mm?" He pressed closer to the other, "And, no one has to know. I wouldn't tell them; I don't associate with any of them if I have a choice, mostly strange creatures really. Whose ever heard of a Lord of the Underworld or a talking Lion? Seems too good to be real almost."

He watched the boy watch him. He smiled as he said he liked a little danger, well then, Milo could respect that. "Well, then by all means, taunt the hungry vampire and see where it'll get you."

He said with a smirk. He noticed his lower face was being watched, "Something interestin about my chin, Cher'?"[/color] Never did it occur to him he probably sounded funny to someone else.
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Info.IT'S A GIANT MUSHROOM!
Lyrics. To Love The Language, Harry Connick Jr.
Tags. Itaru
Anything Else. Mah xD

[Itaru]

Itaru had always held the attention of many people—men and women alike had always found him attractive in that mysterious-badboy-rockstar sort of way. Back home he and his band had actually been quite well off, he had a large fanbase and frequently had to call security on fans who had weaseled their way past the guards and had snuck into his hotel room. Most of the time the more promiscuous side of him would take over—and while he never particularly cared enough to have a real relationship with anyone—he wouldn’t deny that he enjoyed sex and often was caught bringing home a different man [or the occasional woman] for a quickie after his concerts. But once that was over he didn't make a habit out of keeping in touch with those that he'd taken home--they were merely one night stands to release his pent up adrenalin, nothing more. Granted, they didn't really care since they got to go home and brag to their friends that they had slept with a rockstar so both parties got something out of it.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I suppose you have a point there, despite how hung up Hades and Maleficent are on making all of this happen in their quest for power.” He absently ran his tongue over his lips, stopping briefly to play with his lip piercings. The bi-color haired boy didn’t care much for the Council and their quest for universal domination through the powers of Darkness—if that was even their goal to begin with—he was only working for them due to having nothing better to do with his life at the moment. But you could guarantee that once he did find something else to waste his time on he’d be out of the Council and off doing what he enjoyed in a heartbeat, but until then he’d remain partially loyal to this group of misfits and evil doers.

A smirk twitched at the corners of his lips, “Strange that you of all people would find creatures such as those weird.” He straightened his back, fixing his slouching posture, “Seeing as how you’re supposedly a vampire and all that jazz.” It wasn’t that he doubted Milo’s claims to being a creature of the night, but he decided that he’d tease him a little—if only for his own amusement.

“Your accent.” He spoke quietly, his eyes rising to meet the other man’s gaze, “Where exactly are you from?”

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[milos]

I is just what I was,
And am ain't who I be.
To love the language,

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You got to be born
On the banks of the Mississippi.[/center][/blockquote]

The boy mentioned names. Hades and something else. Where they some of the things they worked for? He didn't care to learn names generally. He was aloof and kept to himself unless he wanted something, but the [homosexuality] vibe coming off this one had drawn him over here. He didn't know what he was, maybe it was just his bloodlust, maybe it was something else. He'd find out later."Those the heads of this...whatever the hell we wanna call ourselves?"

He knew of the lameass title the heads of the organization had coined, but he didn't buy into it. He played for himself and his interests.

He smiled again. He liked this kid more and more the more he challenged him. He'd make there actually be a chase for once, but Milo knew in the end it'd end the same. But, maybe end wasn't a good word. Maybe it'd be similar, but maybe not the same. He wouldn't kill the kid, he had no use to, he might actually be around and interesting to be around at that. "Such a bold statement for someone weaker then myself. I like it, but as I said before, I'll prove to you I am as I say." He smirked, and leaned back towards the boy's neck.

Though, more words caught him midlean. He smiled, and he leaned in further, kissing along the other's neck again. "Once upon a time, I was from Massachusetts, but that was a long time ago. I'm from New Orleans now; for the last life time or two at least."[/color] He said with a smirk. He went back to the marks from earlier, and he pressed his teeth back into the other, harsher this time. He wanted to draw blood, but wasn't sure if he should, but he pressed on regardless.
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Info.IT'S A GIANT MUSHROOM!
Lyrics. To Love The Language, Harry Connick Jr.
Tags. Itaru
Anything Else. Mah xD

[Itaru]

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly when Milo asked whether Hades and Maleficent were the heads of the Council. Itaru wasn’t certain of the hierarchy amongst the Council members, but he was quite positive that that Hades character and that creepy witch, Maleficent, were at the top of the metaphorical food chain, so to speak. “Hm, I’m pretty sure. They seemed rather sure of their position; it was the way they held themselves when I met them shortly after being recruited into joining the Council which makes me believe that they’re the leaders.” It probably hadn’t been his smartest decision ever to join a power-hungry group without stopping to consider what the group actually stood for in the first place. But nonetheless he had made the decision to team up with them, regardless of the consequences and repercussions that could quite possibly affect him in the future.

An involuntary shiver racked his body as Milo drew nearer to him, his skin alight with fire in the places where the other man’s lips grazed. Itaru actually found himself enjoying this sort of interaction with Milo, he wouldn’t admit it outloud but he was quite certain that if the other man was what he said he was then through his heightened senses he could’ve probably picked up on the sudden rush of hormones and adrenalin coursing through Itaru. He took his bottom lip between his teeth gently, biting the silver studs in his lip out of semi-nervous habit. His senses were clouded by lust, he needed to do something about this before things got too out of hand—not that that was really a problem, perhaps they could both get what they wanted out of this…

“New Orleans? Oh, I was scheduled to play there while on tour before…” before my world was taken by the darkness was what he wanted to say, but for some reason he felt a pang of…was that guilt? Guilt at the fact that he didn’t care all that much for the fact that his home—his bandmates—his fans—everyone had died that night while he had escaped with his life.

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