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Post by dante jerimiah kent on Apr 14, 2010 22:57:45 GMT -8
 [cheshire cat]
Dante let out an annoyed sigh as he ushered yet another teen into the party. He was going to kill Joce later for leaving him on door duty. But at least the party was turning out amazing. He adjusted his cat ears absently and took a swig of his bottle of champagne, the strongest thing he was allowed to drink for the only reason that it was impossible for Dante to get drunk off the bubbly stuff. He glared and leaned back in his chair, sticking his foot out when a boy walked forward wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a bottle of beer in his hand. "No fucking way, dude. Go put on a blue dress and some heels and maybe I'll think about it." God, he loved being in charge, though. The boy looked like he was about to kick up a fuss or smack him, but he waved forward his two other bouncers, dressed up as card soldiers, who grabbed the boy by the arms and led him off to get lost in the secret passages. that would keep him occupied for a few hours.
The teen leaned back, letting anyone past who was dressed properly for any particular part, chuckling as a couple came in practically devouring each other's faces. "Try and not give each other diseases, please!" he called after them, shaking his purple-and-pink-streaked hair that matched his face paint. He'd done an amazing job as the Cheshire Cat, now he just needed his Red Queen and Alice, and his night would be set. He tipped back the rest of the bottle of champagne with a grin, then set it on the floor. When was Taras going to show up? He was starting to get antsy waiting for his Alice. His paranoia worried that the doctor was having another session with him. He prayed that he was wrong. But Taras knew better after that. Knew better than to step within a mile of the sadistic bastard. He shuddered at the though, getting chills down his spine. His pink cat tail almost bristled. He let out a sigh and grabbed up another bottle of champagne, popping the cork and spilling the bubbles all over some helpless freshman girl dressed as what looked to be Alice, only in... green? She gasped, and Dante laughed, sipping at his drink to calm himself. Everything was going according to plan. Almost.
As the guests slowly stopped trickling in, the room was practically stuffed with people, as well as a few corridors off to the side. It was a beautiful site, to be honest. He glanced down the corridor one last time and grinned like a total idiot when he saw the boy of his dreams Taras walking down it, looking more amazing than ever in that adorable blue dress. Dante beamed and ran over, wrapping his skinny arms around the blond's waist tightly, nuzzling his face in his chest. "Oh my god, I thought you weren't going to show and then I'd have to cancel the whole party. And my god, you look amazing in that. You're perfect..." he stopped his rambling and blushed a little. "I mean... hullo." He leaned up and pressed a kiss to the other boy's lips. "Now we can finally get the party started." He gave a catty grin up at him. Tonight was going to be amazing.
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Post by taras alexandre levin on Apr 15, 2010 8:47:10 GMT -8
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--------------------- UNDISCLOSED DESIRES IN YOUR HEART.
Taras' hand ran up the length of his long pale leg, enjoying its smooth, hairless quality. Pressing it into his white stocking, he realized that he was taking an extraordinarily long time getting ready. He was happy, however, as shaving and primping and putting on makeup was quite relaxing. It took his mind off of the other pressing concerns in his life and gave him a fresh reminder of how beautiful he was. Pulling on his next stocking, Taras watched himself in the mirror, and with his long curly wig on with smokey black makeup Taras passed for an impossibly good woman - ironic that he should, for all of his misogyny.
He sighed, noting that this was merely the quiet before the storm. He had to go to a party - the most loathesome gathering of people on the planet. He would have to get sufficiently drunk in order to bear it all, and stuffed a flask of vodka down his dress between his fake breasts. After stepping into his fabulous high heels and adorning himself with jewelry, Taras stepped back to admire himself conceitedly in the mirror. Standing at 6'1" normally, Taras was now five inches taller than usual. His heroin habit made him abnormally slender and feminine looking. His large pink lips and doe-eyes were the final straw. Taras performed a few poses for his own enjoyment, and looked like a larger-than-life gazelle-like supermodel. Once he was satisfied, Taras finally left his dorm room, the last one in the halls it would seem.
He waltzed down the secret passages with a grace that showed he obviously had worn heels several times before. Smiling, Taras immediately recognized the fuzzy pink Cheshire cat that was his Dante. Steadying himself against Dante's impact, Taras' pink nails clutched him fondly. Blushing slightly, Taras felt embarrassed for causing Dante so much anxiety waiting for him. He'd make it up later, no doubt. Taras kissed him shortly, feeling all the more egotistical with all the compliments Dante was paying him. Taras pulled at one of his "ears" gently. "You look pretty sassy for a cat. I adore your costume," Taras chuckled darkly, "And I demand you fuck me with that tail on."
And even though Taras was trying to imitate his usual nonchalant attitude, he could not help but feel anxiety knot in the pit of his stomach as he looked at the living mass of party-goers in the next room. He hated to be bumped and jostled, and even less to become a mess. He didn't dance and he hated making small talk over the roar of the room. He would've rather not gone at all. Acting on instinct, he grabbed Dante's hand and started pulling the boy down the hall in the opposite direction. "I wanna do it right now in fact. Come on, let's go. I look fat in this costume." Taras babbled like an idiot, trying to escape his impending doom by making up any excuse that came to mind and hoping Dante would follow.
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Post by dante jerimiah kent on Apr 15, 2010 12:36:59 GMT -8
"DOWN WITH THE BLOODY RED QUEEN!" Dante heard someone cry out, making the crowd giggle at the poor Scottish accent. But that didn't matter now. Nothing but Taras mattered. The teen smiled into the quick kiss, his heart beating a tattoo inside his ribs, excited from just being near the blonde. He giggled at his compliments and the 'ear' tugging, swishing his hips a little to make his pink tail sway. "I do look quite sassy, don't I?" he purred, his vain side reveling in the attention. He smirked at the demand. "Oh, of course. I was planning on it anyways," he agreed, although he wasn't sure how that was going to be possible with the fact that the tail only clipped onto his jeans. And if they were going to fuck, that would be rather difficult with his pink skinnies still on. Dante slid a hand down, running his fingertips over Taras' smooth, freshly shaven leg. "You went all out with this, didn't you? I bet you're even wearing girl panties," the boy teased lightly, unaware that he was, in fact, correct. He'd flip when he saw that, which by the looks of things, would be fairly soon.
Dante frowned a little when Taras took his hand and started pulling him in the opposite direction of the party. He'd forgotten that Taras loathed drunken masses of idiots. He realized that it had been a mistake to invite him to a party of any sort. But Dante couldn't imagine his Wonderland without his Taras. He listened to him ramble and shook his head, digging his heels into the carpet before stopping completely. "Oh no. You're not going to wimp out on me, Taras. Me and Joce have been planning this party for ages, and you look beyond amazing right now. We have to stay. Please? For me?" He pouted a little, rubbing one of his love's arms lightly. He took his hand and brushed his lips over his knuckles softly. "Come on. Please? It's just a party. Just stay for an hour so i can show you off, and then I'll fuck you senseless. Promise." He smirked up at him, his eyes half-lidded and full of seduction. He ran his tongue over his fingertips before starting to suck on one. "Just one hour. That's all I'm asking, my love."
Dante was going to refuse to give in to their desires and tease the hell out of him until he agreed. He'd been planning this party all month. Taras could suck it up for one night, right? Dante wouldn't make him talk to anyone, he just wanted to flaunt his Alice around for an hour or so until it came time to vote for the best costume, which Taras was bound to win the way he looked. He finally pulled his mouth off Taras' finger and leaned up on his tiptoes to kiss his lips softly. "Please, babe? This is the last party I'll make you go to, I swear." Of course... prom didn't count.
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