Straw Dog - Aleks -

[ashton cole johnson]

Ashton pulled a small rolled up bag from his pocket and pulled out the last joint he had left. Darkness surrounded him and there was a cool breeze that licked at his skin sending a small shiver through his body and goosebumps to raise on his flesh underneath the cotton of his black hoodie. Ashton had always had a lower body temperature then normal and for some reason his body had a hard time getting warm even in really warm weather. Ashton had no idea why he even went outside when he knew hed just be cold and he honestly wasnt one that liked to be cold. Winters. He hated them. He was glad spring was approaching and soon summer.

He pulled a match from his pocket and lit the joint. Ashton preferred matches over lighters only because he enjoyed the smell. Though he did like lighters because he liked flicking them. His hands shook a bit as he tossed shook the rest of the flame out then stuffed it into his pocket. Ashton had a weird thing a bout litter and would usually pick up something if he saw it and throw it away himself.

Tipping his head back he let the smoke out through his mouth and nose, taking in the star littered sky. He couldnt sleep, nothing new there, but his mind just wouldnt stop. He was having a hard time grabbing onto any specific thought and focusing on it. His body was wound tight and his heart was racing. He had managed to sneak up here without getting caught, then again hed done it so many times before it was easy now. He took a few more hits before his body even started to calm down. Ashton moved over towards the spot he normally sat, using his foot to brush anything that might be there away before turning and sitting, resting his back against the stone. He drew his knees up and rested his arms on top of them. Ashton liked the night, there was something calming about it though it freaked him out a bit too.

There were things you couldnt see when it was dark and he didnt like that. He liked seeing his surroundings, knowing everything that was around him. It drove him nuts when he wasnt aware of something. Ashton could feel his mind slowing down and he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. If he wasnt so hell bent on getting some kind of schooling he would have ditched this place a while ago. He couldnt afford anything right now and this at least gave him a place to stay. Being here was complete shit thought. There was no reason for him to be here, the judge was just a pansy ass motherfucker who couldnt stand to pass complete innocence on someone. Probably needed to fill a quota or something. He wasnt sure how that whole thing worked but they had the control and he was certain they just liked to send people away. He could have been sentenced to worse really. Instead he was here being treated like some fucking psychopath and getting fed pills to 'keep his problems under control'. The only people with problems were the people running this place. Well okay and some of the fucked up people that were here, but not him.

He placed the joint between his lips again inhaling deeply and then let it out slowly. No one was a saint, but that didnt mean they were crazy.

*Notes: ugh okay so completely shitty, but hopefully respondable.**

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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White iPod headphone tucked in ears, hands tucked in pockets, walking casually along a corridor, Aleks could easily be mistaken for a typical teenager. Well, maybe a rebellious typical teenager, but still, it wasn't a label he particularly liked. It grouped him in with a culture that he found idiotic and despised, simply for how fucking simply everyone in it seemed to be. God, honestly, there were girls out there trying to kill themselves cause their boyfriend of two days dumped them, couldn't they just let Aleks do the job and let a lot of enjoyment be added to the job. But hey, whatever way you looked at it, the adolescents of the day managed to be spectacularly dumb ninety percent of the time. It was really quite tiring. Well, apart from the fact it also made then a hundred percent more malleable. And that was fun.

As he toed up the stairs to the roof, he pulled a crumpled packet of Marlboro Reds out of his left back pocket, along with an ugly sunshine yellow lighter that he had manage to stumble upon at the back of a classroom. Still, it worked, and that was really all that mattered at the moment. Pushing open the door on the roof, he didn't initially notice the other boy up there, first lighting his fag, inhaling deeply and tilting his head up to the stars, attempting to blow smoke rings. A few came out perfectly round, but the others were whisked away by wind. And then, of course, came to obligatory once over of the area, and that was when he noticed the other boy. Well, that was if it was a boy. He... She... It was pretty enough to also be a hot lesbian in the darkness. And now his interest was piqued he simply had to go over and find out. Plus, if it was a boy, there was no way in heaven or hell that the kid was straight, and thus would probably be someone that Aleks would have to manage to hookup with at some point. You didn't get many boys pretty enough that they could pass as a hot lesbian. That was, if the kid wasn't a lesbian.

Moving towards them silently, Aleks was just out of their line of vision, but only slightly. If the kid moved their head at all he'd spot Aleks moving towards him, but he wasn't particularly bothered. True, it was always more fun to sneak up on people, but in reality there'd probably be some other way to scare him if he needed to. The kids here at Hawthorne were so desperately vulnerable it was almost hilarious; it wasn't like Aleks was going to restrain himself and try and be nice, was he? No, he just liked to tease those kids to death.
Approaching the kid, Aleks took a drag of his cigarette and blew it toward their face. "Boo." The word was a staccato whisper, punctuated and harsh, but oh so quiet against the night. And then leaning against the wall that went round the edge of the roof, he looked onto the kid, a small smirk still on his face, Marlboro between his lips.

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – bit over five hundred.
NOTES – tada!
TUNES – sex changes, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

<sup>It seemed so quiet, too quiet. Ashton wasnt sure he liked the fact it was too quiet usually meant something else was out there. He kept still the fingers of his free hand moving over a knee and gripping it, blunt nails digging in through the fabric of his jeans. No one was up there, he knew that but this place was big and god only knew how many kids maybe committed suicide or something. Ashton wasnt above thinking ghosts existed. He had been certain once his room had been haunted back home. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter, no thinking.. no thinking.. he told himself.

He took another hit and thats when he heard the door open and foot steps on the roof. He stayed still just barely breathing but didnt open his eyes. Maybe hed go unnoticed. He was pretty good at that if he wanted. He barely took up space and if he wasnt talking or doing something that would make people take notice then he was easily looked over. The footsteps neared and he gripped his knee tighter until he smelt the god awful smell of cigarette smoke in his nostrils and he opened his eyes as that word was spoken. His eyes were impassive but his jaw was clenched. dont blow your shit in my face. he said his voice a flat monotone that held an hard edge to it.

Ashtons eyes followed the kid as he moved to lean against the wall that went around the roof. He took in his thin frame and kind of rolled his eyes a bit. He remembered seeing him around and had heard things about him. It wasnt hard when it was someone like him. He just had never actually ran into him yet since hed been there, not surprising how big the school was. He didnt care too either. Not that he was afraid of the guy or anything, but if ashton had his way he wouldnt deal with any of the people here.

Ashton glared a bit at the guy, he was intruding upon his roof time. He didnt like sharing, the guy could go somewhere else. The guy had 'pretty boy' features, he always thought that looked funny on 'tough' guys. It was like little puppies trying to act like they were big tough dogs. The sad thing was, it was always the types like that that were the most dangerous. People tended to brush over them because they didnt seem threatening, but that was the mistake because they were and usually types like that felt the need to prove it. Thats when shit happened. Ashton was would have snapped at him for intruding, probably would have told him to fuck off, but the drug was making him not care so much. He mentally shrugged and figured the kid could do whatever, but if he decided to try any shit with him he'd fix that.</sup>

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks raised an eyebrow, and let out a short sharp chuckle at the boy's response? Don't blow your shit in my face? I'm sorry, cute lesbian boy (because yeah, there was no way that voice was a girl's, too deep), but there is no way in hell that Aleks was going to interpret that in any way but sexual. Come on, it was far too tempting. He was a teenage boy, and everyone knows about all the old wives tales about teenage boys and sex. But whatever it was, all teenage boys have dirty minds, or so it seemed. And then you have Aleks, who had that mind, with a peculiar and intense assortment of kinks and fantasies. One of the major ones being power. And this pretty, small (at least compared to Aleks in both height and weight), innuendo-making boy fit right into the whole 'overpowering' people thing. Cause yeah, he had the ability to overpower most people mentally, but also physically? With boys that was rarer. Yeah, maybe the assumption that he could automatically overpower anyone smaller than him (and some larger) was cocky, but that was just how Aleks was. And the assumption that he could mentally overpower most people was actually true. Not all, admittedly, but most.

"Aw, baby, you don't want me to blow in your face?" His voice was mocking, patronizing as he looked down on the boy. Hey, who care if it was only an inch or two in height, he was still fucking taller, the edge of domination was still there, and that was the only thing that mattered. Hey, it all came down to the power aspect, really. Look at dominatrixes. A high percentage of them wore high heels, so that they towered over their submissives. Height could be a big thing in dominating someone if you let it be. But back to the fakery. Aleks fluttered his eyelashes, faux pout on his lips, as if offering some sort of fake seduction, before it was wiped, instead going back to his trademark smirk, one corner of his lip turned up more than the other.

He took another drag of his cigarette, white cylinder caught between his lips, and blew the smoke back into the boy's face. But this time it was more deliberate, more taunting - head tilted to the side cockily, eyebrow raised. It was all orchestrated to see how much of a rise Aleks could get out of the boy. To see where his boundaries were. Because one of the most important things to learn about a person if where their boundaries are; it can tell you so much about them. It was a way to unwrap a person's story without them even knowing, and such a perfect way to find more tools to break someone down by. Of course, if someone's boundaries got thrown up at nearly nothing, they could just have anger problems. As seemed a possibility from the brown-eyed glare that the kid was sending his way. Hey, it meant he was feisty, and made the whole encounter far more fun. Kids who bit was far more entertaining than those who ran.

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – five hundred and twenty something.
NOTES – you really completely set that up yourself =P
TUNES – bat country, avenged sevenfold.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

As a sober person Ashton didnt exactly link everything to sex like most people did. He honestly thought it was ridiculous how everything was so sex based and how everyone seemed to turn everything into sex. There were other things in the world and if sex was the only thing that people could agree upon, then society was fucked up. Then again he always knew that. As a high or drunk Ashton he was more apt to turn to flirting and sex, though that didnt exactly mean that if something came out of his mouth that didnt have the intention of sexual innuendo that he would catch that.

Ashton rolled his eyes at the guy and his mocking tone. Well arent you just the witty one.. he replied with heavy sarcasm as he took another hit from the joint and then snuffed it out against the wall placing the butt of it into his pocket. He glanced up at the guy. He hated being towered over, hated feeling like he was the small weak one against the other. He was anything but weak and he wasnt about to let this kid think he had something over him. Ashton used his legs to push himself up against the wall and upwards so he could at least get some height to him. The other guy was still a little taller then him by a few inches. Ashton knew his short comings. He knew that people tended to underestimate him because of his size. He wasnt short really, but he was skinny as fuck and he had a very soft looking face and that tended to get looked at as weak. Well he wasnt weak, he had dealt with enough to prove so and he when in fights he knew how to use things to his advantage in order to get the upper hand. He was fast and when the adrenaline was going through him he was surprisingly strong. Then again who wasnt. Adrenaline could make the smallest person gain the upper hand in something.

The boy blew smoke into his face again. He could feel his body starting to thrum though it was fogged over quite a bit from the pot. He took a few steps to bring himself in front of the boy. He quirked a brow up and smirked at him. You dont listen to well.. he reached out and plucked the cigarette from his fingers and flicked it over the side of the building. There... problem solved. he reached up and patted the boys cheek smirk still in place before stepping back again. He was waiting for whatever the boy would come at him with. He kind of wanted to laugh. There really was no reason to, but it just seemed like something he should do. even the thought of that sounded strange to him. Ashton just didnt laugh. Fucking pot. He hated the affects it had on him even if some of the affects he felt were necessary.

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks grinned to himself as he saw the boy push himself up, just to try and discreetly make himself taller. Well, at least the kid noticed, that was a nice change. And look, aw, he obviously couldn't be submissive with that gesture. But we already knew that didn't we? Not always a bad thing, though. Automatically submissive people were fun, you see, but they could become boring too quickly. They nearly never fought, just gave in, and that took half the fun of the domination out of it. Whereas people with a bit more fire in them were more fun to brea down. And okay, you couldn't break all of them down, but when you did, the achievement was far more fulfilling. Of course, then there were the people in the middle, but against Aleks (who was, as discussed, very dominant) they all seemed submissive. No, I'm not just talking about sex, although it may seem like that. Aleks viewed all of the people in his life like this, whether they be teachers, or the kids who used to get in his way when he used to go skiing with his family. Really, most people with power issues did, it was just the way things worked.

Then came something which really, if this boy cared for his life, he really shouldn't of done. If you're gonna take Aleks' cigarette without asking, even if you give it back, you should be ready to drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness. If you take his cigarette and then throw it away, you should do that, and either give him a carton or prepare to be torn down. But the patronizing pat on the cheek once the kid had thrown the cigarette, ember still burning, over the side of the wall, falling down down down into the grounds of Hawthorne, was really just too much. He either had a death wish, was an extreme masochist, or was just very very stupid. No, Aleks wasn't going to exactly explode in his face, he was more subtle than that. But this 'conversation' had turned from just being something to occupy his time, to a conversation that hoped to hurt the boy who had just fucking patted his cheek.

Tutting softly under his breath, Aleks shook his head faux sadly, as if he was actually sorry for this kid that stood in front of his, as if he wouldn't enjoy trying to find a way to rile him up into little shreds. Which was so so untrue. He'd fucking love it, that was the truth. "Oh, now why oh why did you have to go and do that? We were getting on perfectly fine before." Maybe that wasn't true, it terms of how the other kid had seen him, but Aleks didn't really consider other's feeling, only his own. He took a step closer to the boy, making his height even more obvious once again. "You see, now I'm going to have to make you pay for doing that. I'm quite partial to my Marlboro's, as you might have noticed." Yeah, now the fake sorrow had melted from blue irises and instead been replaced by a predatory need for violence (hopefully mental violence), and he was grinning at the boy, as if something wonderful had just happened. And maybe it had. It simply depended on how you viewed the world wonderful.

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – just over five hundred and fifty.
NOTES – you baited aleks O.o
TUNES – the sound of a drill >.>
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

Ashton refrained himself from rolling his eyes, or laughing still. For some reason this guy and how he was reacting just amused the fuck out of him. Like he was this tiny guy and yet he was a bull dog. Sure he was taller then him but, really. His face was what people would consider 'pretty' like youd see on those fair faced models and yet here he was acting like there was something he knew that ashton didnt. But ashton did, or at least his thought was that this kid would snap on him at any minute. Hell he was at a goddamn school for troubled kids, what else would he expect, the kid to start shitting out rainbows. Heh.

Ashton let out a slight smirk at the kids comment about them getting on earlier. He was fairly certain it was sarcasm and if it wasnt well then that was one more thing to add to this kids issues. Ashton didnt move as the kid stepped closer to him. Ashton wasnt one that backed down from anything. Although if he hadnt just smoked that joint he'd probably be flaring up right now and shoving the kid away from him. This was his space and he did not like his space stepped in upon. Especially if he was being crowded against something. Of course sometimes the rules changed depending on the circumstances, and actually right now Ashton wouldnt mind for the circumstances to veer that way. Not that he was some horn ball of a guy, but his body felt like it should be doing something and whether this kid wanted a fight or a fuck then he was ready for it. Then again he wasnt so sure he could really take this guy seriously yet.

Ashton did roll his eyes this time. Make him pay? What was this, middle school? he felt like he was in front of some school bully that had to act like he was mr. tough guy. Well.. he kind of drew it out a bit. Bring it on then.. he grunted. Do you want my lunch money too? Maybe give me a swirley? he heh'd and shrugged, giving him a slow patronizing smirk. because.. i think you'll need more then just yourself to handle me. he quirked a brow up. He wondered if this guy was a big talker or if he would be true to his word. Hed like some play time really.

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks tilted his chin up to the stars, looking up at them, a grin on his face as he heard the boy's retort, his smirk only stretching wider when he heard the kid's challenge. Oh boy, this kid was just digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole, it was quite hilarious. If leks was a kinder person he could of perhaps warner the boy against his... Well, as his therapist liked to call it, his 'anger issues'. In Aleks' view, that was completely incorrect. The term 'anger issues' suggested an overreaction to an event, or undue violence, and that sort of thing, whereas Aleks' reactions were all perfectly, well, normal. In his view, at least. But we should really get back to what the kid said, right? That's what was important here, not Aleks' shitty therapist, or stupid, incorrect diagnoses.

It was actually quite quaint, what with the middle school type references. Well, apart from the fact that as a 'posh private school kid', Aleks had never experienced the idea of actually carrying lunch money (instead always being supplied with prepaid school lunches), and then when it came to the swirlies, yes he did have experience. Only ever giving though, never getting. If you placed yourself immediately within the offensive team, and were never on the defensive, you never seemed to get acted. It was something which had come as second nature to a young Aleks, and still did to this day. But "Cloth and water? Hah," And Aleks let out a short sharp chuckle, before dropping his eyes once again so he was staring straight at the boy. Because that's all money and swirlies were. Cloth and water. The type of things you clean a floor with. And Aleks wasn't that type of boy, no way in hell; no, this boy was one who adored fire and steel, the sharp crisscross of a knife, and the scent of burning hair.

He didn't respond to the second part of the boy's 'challenge', though. Instead, sticking his hand in his pocket, he pulled out first a small book of matches which lay there, right next to his cigarettes, his lighter, and a few pins stuck inside the lining of his trousers. He put the match book in the center of his palm, and began to talk as he took the first match out and lit it, his voice serious, as if narrating a documentary. "When a match is first lit, it's the phosphorus tip that cause it to flare up, burning at roughly one thousand, eight hundred and seventy three Kelvin. After that, once the phosphorus had burnt out, the wood burns at a far cooler temperature of one hundred degrees Celsius." As if to demonstrate, Aleks dropped the nearly burnt out match onto his arm, the smell of small burnt hairs added to the scent of the night, the only sign on his face that he recognised the pain being a sudden blink. Pulling out his cigarettes and lighter with the hand which was not holding the matches, he continued to talk, dropping the matches back into his pocket, and flicking the lighter to life. "Now, a butane lighter burns at no less than two thousand kelvin, if my science teacher is correct," As he spoke, he used his teeth to pull a cigarette out of the pack, and light it with the flickering flame. "But you see, my favourite is the cigarette. When lit, without even drawing in breath, the temperature of the ember burns between four hundred and five hundred and eighty degrees Celsius." But then he grinned, and took a drag of the cigarette, still not meeting the kid's eyes, looking down at the ember at the tips of his fingers. "When I draw in, however, that temperature skyrockets to seven hundred degrees Celsius." As if to demonstrate, Aleks take a drag of the cigarette, and at the same time brings up the end of his wrist, and crushes it against the ember, essentially putting the fag out. His hand spasmed as he did so, and his shoulders grew rigid, but apart from biting the inside of his lip, his face stayed relatively unchanged.

Aleks now locked eyes with the boy, tucking the cigarette behind his ears, but keeping the lighter in his hands, flicking it on and off as he spoke, his tone slightly more serious, but a playful smirk returning to glint in his eyes once more. "So no, I won't steal your money, or give you swirlies." He paused, and started to swipe his finger through the flame of the lighter, eyes flicking down to the reddening patch of skin on his wrist and arm. The black soot accumulated on the bottom of his finger pad, and he slowed the swipes through the flame down as he let the heat lick around his finger, before his eyes flicked up to the boy's, and locked, serious, predatory, and almost excited. "But I can certainly, certainly, handle you."

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – eight hundred and thirty something.
NOTES – sorry for the rambling.
TUNES – destroya, my chemical romance.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

Ashton wasnt sure what he was waiting for. The kid was playing with him, but ashton had been expecting something quick a lash out. Instead he was getting a chemistry lesson it would seem. Ashton kept his eyes on him as the kid started to go on about the heats of each thing. He quirked his brow, the smell of the match was nice but then he was smelling burning hair. It wasnt entirely unpleasant. Sure the smell itself was, but the action of it kind of made it more pleasant. Ashton continued to wait as the kid pulled out a lighter and then a cigarette.

At first ashtons body started to anticipate something. Maybe hed use it on him, he was actually hoping he would, but he was disappointed when he instead put his own wrist to the cigarette. He didnt look away though, the act of it, the way he reacted. It was a partial turn on, he wasnt sure if he preferred the barely there flinch or if it would have been better if he could see more of a reaction. Not one a 'normal' person would have, but... something else. Ashtons eyes darkened while he watched. He had baited the kid but he was starting to think he would have to make the first move. The kid wasnt reacting how he wanted, nor was he doing anything really. More like.. threatening in a non direct way. Well goddamit he wanted direct and he wanted it now. He wanted the kid to show him that everything he was promising was actually true.

He honestly didnt think this kid could handle him. He was already getting bored from lack of action and he was debating just brushing the guy off and walking away. Then the image of him burning his own wrist came to mind again. There was something there he just knew it. He just needed to show him that he didnt need any damn verbal foreplay. he wasnt some pussy ant kid who would put his tail between his legs and run away after a few piddly ass threats were thrown his way. Hell no. Ashton didnt play that game. He had the marks on his body to prove it.

Ashton did roll his eyes this time. well..certainly mocked. then prove it.. his deep monotone dropping. so what if you can handle some heat. If you're going to do something, start making good on it and do it. he reached up and took the guys cigarette from his ear. He hadnt seemed to like it before and clearly not since hed said so. He placed it between his lips ignoring the fact that the kid just had it between his own. He his hands barely flicked at that thought, though there was some inner struggle against that, it was pretty far down right now. His high would be wearing off soon. He knew it.

come on baby.. light my fire. he smirked around the cigarette his tone conveying sarcasm even through the monotone. Ashtons eyes flicked over the boys face again.


NOTES: Cripes.. thats crap.

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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This boy as turning out to be quite interesting. In fact, the encounter reminded him much of the one he had with Eliza when he had first met her, on this same rooftop, in which he marked her, and they ended up, well, fucking, to put it bluntly. Some people said he marked too easily, but then, to him, it was the same as a tag that a graffiti artist might have. You left your mark on something that you owned, no matter for how short a matter of time. It was simply a claim of possession, like writing your name inside of a notebook. What showed how much you 'loved' the notebook was, however, how much you used it. And with Eliza that hadn't been much. With others, for example Josh, the notebook became the well worn, falling apart scrapbook that you carried with you everywhere.

Because to be honest, even with all the kid's tough talk, he still halfway expected him to run away, flinch, or at least be repulsed in some way. Instead, the kid continued to mock, continued to taunt, and was really getting more attractive by the second. Yes, Aleks could be called a slut in the way that when having one night stands, he really wasn't at all that picky. That was pure, and very much diluted lust, and he would fuck them with many different images flicking across his eyelids as he did so, none of them being his lay. But this boy, teasing Aleks, taking that cigarette that had caused the burning that he could now feel in his wrist, where the skin was just beginning to bubble up, having melted precariously to the side, was really simply asking for it.

"Well, if I really must..." And he smirked down at him, and brought the lighter up, flicking it to life to ignite the cigarette. Then, moving towards the boy, so that they were nearly chest to chest, he plucked the cigarette from those taunting lips, and put it to his own. One hand came round to curl around the boy's neck, holding him still as he bent down and extinguished the cigarette against the kid's skin, taking a drag inwards as he did, before, transfered it to his fingers and holding it there, his eyes moving upward to see the reaction on the boy's face. Aleks had placed the cigarette just above the boy's skeletal clavicle, right on the edge of his neck, where the skin was tender, fresh, and sweet. As he watched the boy's face, his other hand came down, and dragged a sharp, bitten nail through the newly molten skin, blue eyes caught with hazel irises.

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – bout four hundred and fifty.
NOTES – shorter, but i guess, quick reply to move the thread on?.
TUNES – nuuuuuthing.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

Ashton was never sure why he had a need for pain. You'd think growing up with the fucked up shit he did he would stay as far from the shit as possible, but no. Instead he often times went looking for it. It wasnt always sex either, the majority of it was just because. Ashton just had this need for some contact, to feel that fist in his face, the taste of blood. Sometimes he barely put effort in fighting back. He didnt even care if people thought he was a pansy for it. Ashton knew he could hold his own when he did try, but sometimes he really wanted to get the worst of it and you didnt get that by fighting back. There were other times though when it turned into something else and in this he would give back. He usually looked for certain people to full fill this because really there were very few people who actually went the lengths he wanted, or needed really. Hed heard masochist before. Hed even approached those hed heard were like that. Unfortunately it seemed like they only got the title for certain reasons but it was all disappointing when it came to what he was looking for.

Ashton looked at the kid. Would he be a disappointment. What exactly was it he planned on doing here in the first place? There was really only one way to find out and thank god that the kid seemed to take his obvious hints. His smirk never dropped from his lips when the kid flicked the lighter to flame and brought it to the cigarettes end. Ashton hated cigarettes. Hated smoke, but hed smoked enough joints to know how to handle a damn cigarette. He inhaled the taste was nasty but he handled it, the end burning bright before the cigarette was taken from him and put between the others lips.

The kid leaned forward putting the end of it on his neck where it was tender as he inhaled the heat getting even more so as the boy had explained earlier and ashton tilted his head back letting the smoke out through his lips a very slight shudder moving through his body. He lifted a hand up, long spidery fingers curling over the wrist that he knew had the fresh burn on it and he tapped his finger over the skin till one landed on the raised and tender spot. He pressed down on the burn when he felt the kid scrape a nail over his. the muscles of his neck flexing and he turned his head and bit down hard on the boys arm where his mouth could reach.

Ashton had a thing for biting and he had no mercy in it either. He was sure he probably broke the skin where his 'fangs' were. is that the best you got. he turned his head towards the others face challenge in the darkened depths of his now impossibly dark eyes. He wanted more. That was barely anything.

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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When Aleks hooked up with people and there was pain involved, he was usually simply the one giving it, never on the receiving end. With this boy.. Well, Aleks had already maimed himself in front of him, and now the boy's fingers had crept up over onto his wrist, tapping over his skin till the kid found that tender bubble of skin, still new and fresh. Aleks' hissed in a breath through his teeth when the kid pressed down, an aftershock of the fire flitting through his brain and mind. And then the bite which came next, breaking through Aleks' skin at a few points, certain to leave a bruise for weeks - well, it sent both a shiver up his spine, but also made him move into the pain and away from it simultaneously, his reflexes wanting him to flee, but his mind overpowering them. God, fuck, this kid really knew how to play, didn't he? And it was getting fun, very very quickly.

When the kid looked up at him with those fucking dark eyes, challenging him once again, Aleks decided to give up on the teasing. Or well, no give up, but move it from verbal teasing to physical. And thank god for the just-above-waist high wall that ran round the edge of the roof, just high enough that you could properly push someone into it without any fear of someone fall in off the edge. Not that tat wouldn't be entertaining, but that really wasn't Aleks' plan for the evening as if was going so far. What was his plan? As it was seeming to turn out, try and get this kid to submit. Cause although he might love the fight, Aleks wasn't very good at ever submitting to anybody. He'd only ever let one person fuck him, and even then he'd been topping from the bottom. So first things first? Show this kid who was in charge? And how'd you do that? Well, obviously, manhandling him.

Crowding into the boy more, Aleks grabbed him by his shoulder, and shoved him backwards into the wall, before trapping him there with his legs and torso, pushed up so close that he could feel the boy's body heat right up against his skin. And then bending down his head, he began to bite up the boy's neck. First he started so that his teeth overlapped the newly formed burn, tender flesh against sharp incisors, before he moved up, covering all parts of tender flesh he could, whilst his finger's crept inside the boy's short softly, only to rake across pale skin with bitten off jagged nails. He wasn't careful as he bit, leaving no love bites, but a fair few number of bright red welts certain to leave purple and yellow bruises, a few nearly breaking the surface, but none drawing any particular amount of blood. He probably could, if he wanted to, but that would require concentration, whilst these were simply predatory, almost like a carnivore tearing at fresh meat, decorating the boy's neck which red, whilst his nails were sure to leave red welts that would scab. The whole thing had turned surprisingly sexual very quickly, but even so, Aleks completely avoided the boy's mouth, Was it because he was against making out with nameless kinky pretty boys? No, not really. He just wanted the kid to submit a bit more first. Was that really so much to ask?

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – five hundred and seventy something.
NOTES – tada! =P
TUNES – nuuuuuthing.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

This was getting better. The kid was proving that he wasnt just talk. That this wasnt just recess on the playground pulling hair and then running away. No this was what Ashton wanted and he was getting it. There was obvious domination and then there was manipulative domination and it helped because the kid clearly seemed to be unable to back from a challenge and the fact the kid seemed to feel like he needed to prove something. Ashton played to it, he could push his buttons and hit the right ones and completely get the upper hand while this kid probably felt like he would have it. Ashton would let him think so for a little bit, but he wasnt about to become submissive. Never would he submit to anyone and if this boy wanted and kind of end result with him, or whatever then hed have to learn that they would have to play by his rules.

Ashton was a control freak and he absolutely hated not being in control. Even when he was getting the shit beat out of him and being manhandled he felt like he was being in control of the situation because it was the reaction hed aimed for and was getting. False control on the others part. It was the only way to get certain things. Ashton liked the feel of the brick biting into his skin as the boy had pushed him against it using his body to hold him there as his teeth sunk into his skin. He grit his teeth against the pain his nose taking in air as his heartbeat started to speed up.

Ashton had often times wondered what it would be like to be bit by a vampire without the drugging affect of mind control over you. The descriptions of it hurting like someone was ripping your skin off if a vampire drank every last drop of blood from you without covering the pain up with mind control, it just sounded too good. A person could call him sick from the ideas he thought would be good, but he could care less. At least he wasnt raping and killing people, small children, or animals. Well.. killing would have to be used lightly, but really that wasnt him, they couldnt prove it and other then his dreams... he couldnt prove it to himself either. no one knew about those dreams though or else they probably would try to do some psycho shit on him to pull a confession from him. Fuck that.

Ashton felt the nails in his skin and his own fingers moved up the boys shirt starting at his hips and diggin blunt nails into the skin where they touched. He ran them up over the boys ribs and then scraped them down hard enough to leave raised red lines and even blood probably. He let the boy attack him with his teeth and nails for a little wile longer before he needed to do something himself. He hooked a leg behind the boys knee pressing in to make his knee bend and pull outwards for his leg to lose footing. He used his hands to push at his chest as he did this to send them down to the ground so hed be on top of him. The fall unbalanced him a bit but after gaining his balance he quirked a brow down at him. He reached his hand into the boys pant pocket to pull his lighter out.

My turn.. he said with a smirk. He leaned down then pushing the boys shirt up as his teeth started to mark his, ribs, stomach and sides moving downwards and unbuttoning his pants just a little bit so he could get to the more tender part of his hips. He smirked as he leaned up reaching into his own pant pocket to pull out the lighter hed stolen from some kid. It had skull head for the top of it and after flicking the kids lighter to flame he held it to the skull. He looked over at him over the flame and then back. When he was sure it was hot enough he bent down again his eyes finding the place he wanted it and he leaned forward and licked the skin before pressing the skull to it and holding it there. He bit the skin around it before finaly lifting it. mm.. he put the flame of the kids lighter down towards it to inspect his handy work. heh.. he looked up at him. how did that feel? he asked, using his finger to trace over the outline of the skull where it was burned into his skin.

*if i godmodded or you didnt like that let me know ill change it. Sometimes i get ahead of myself and i dont want to have done something you think would have been stopped or what not. did i say that right? XD lol. anyway yeah XD*

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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The way the kid reacted at first to Aleks'... Ministrations was really quite rewarding. When they were pressed this close together he could feel the boy's heartbeat increasing, in tandem with his own, and hear and feel the harsh exhalation of air through his mouth and nose. To begin with, the boy seemed to be edging towards submissive, giving in to the press of Alek's body against his, his only reaction being the scraped nails against his skin, which cause Aleks' back to arch, his breath coming out in a a harsh pant. Of course, any submission that had seemed real was all quickly dispelled when the little fucking bastard knocked him onto the floor, disorientating Aleks long enough that the wanker was able to situate himself on top of Aleks, pinning him down. Even when Aleks tried to buck him off, the kid managed to stay on, showing surprising strength for a kid who could pass as a girl.

Of course, Aleks might of rethought the 'trying to buck the kid off' idea when he started working his way down Aleks' torso, marking him up all purple and red, colours which would surely now adorn his body for weeks, like those scars which you at first think look cool, but then begin to tire of. Why would he have rethought the bucking off, however, is what you ask? Well work it out yourself dipshit, what's your first reaction when someone starts making their way down towards your groin after foreplay has been initiated. Yeah, you get the idea. Of course, it would turn out to be nothing like that, would it?

No that Aleks didn't like pain, he liked it fine. Just as long as he was the one in fucking control. And now the kid had changed the gamed, mixed up the deck of cards that laid out the hand that had somehow orchestrated this game. And then the kid pressed the metal down into that sensitive flesh that lay just inside his hips, making those said hips buck up, and a harsh breath exit his mouth, sound only just muffled. And yeah, maybe it did also send sparks down his spine, and heat to his crotch, but we won't talk about that, 'ey?

How'd that feel? Well, he wasn't exactly gonna tell the kid how fucking good it felt, no that'd just be silly, and not at all fun. Instead, let's go down the good old denial root. "That? Hah, felt like shit and I barely sensed anything." The smirk he had on his face now was purely for himself, for he had now given up on trying to flip the boy, at least not with the combinations of exhaustion and nicotine and hardly and food in his blood that made it practically impossible. So instead, he start to try and top from the bottom, sending the kid up a look of utter disdain and disregard. "Honestly, you have to do better than that to get my action."

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – too tired to count
NOTES – tada! =P
TUNES – nuuuuuthing.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

Sure ashton was skinny as fuck and smaller compared to this guy, but he was pretty good at holding on and not letting go when need be and he had a grip like a vice, it didnt help that his fingers were so long they were pretty good about getting a damn good grip on something. So when alek's bucked up into him he managed to keep from betting bucked off. Settle it was an order. He would do as he said or else he would get up and leave. he wondered what the kid would do if he did that. Depending on what his need for this interaction was he could either just let him walk away or come after him and refuse to let him go before he was done with him. The last idea was almost appealing enough to possibly test out, but not right now. So far he was getting what he wanted and there was no need to end that right now.

Ashton liked giving pain. He preferred to receive it more, but giving it did a few things. One it showed that he wasnt the bitch and he wasnt going to let himself become the bitch, two it allowed him to see just how far he could push the other person and what the other person could handle. If they could handle what he dished then they might be able to deliver on their end for him. Thirdly, well there was a bunch of little things, but nothing he really needed to explain much in detail. It was all for his own stuff.

when he pressed the metal into his hip the kids hips bucked up and he leaned against them more to hold them down best he could. The sharp intake of breath though had a slow smirk coming back to his lips. He liked affecting people, liked hearing their reactions. He personally wasnt the type of person to make too much of reactions. He held in what he could for the most part but he liked hearing others.

Ashton raised a brow when the boy told him it felt like shit and that he barely sensed anything. Oh really.. he moved a little bit and reached down between them to cup the boy through his pants, pressing the heel of his palm against him. something says different.

heh.. ashton shrugged and rubbed his palm against him. if you say so.. he leaned down then and took the newly burned skin between his teeth and bit before sucking hard on the skin, pressing his tongue roughly against it before lifting his head up again. and then leaned forward taking a hold of his hands and pinning them above his head, bringing them together so he could hold them with one hand, it was a stretch but then again it wasnt much for his long hands. He brushed the fingers of his other hand over his cheek and along his jaw taking a hold of his chin. I think you need some color.. much too pale.. he murmured and without a seconds hesitation he leaned up drawing his fist back and punched the kid, hard. He wanted to goad him like that, then he was gonna get it. That should at least get some kind of 'action' from him.