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Give me your rentboys, your whores, your not quite monogamous masses yearning to. Well. You know.

Location: A room. Of some sort.
Time: Not important, but probably late afternoon to early evening.

Seth Cuthbert, a small, slight boy with short Holocaust survivor hair stepped into the room. He stared at each of the gray walls, then sat down on a couch that seemed to be one of the main decorative features. After a moment, he was confronted by the entrance of another boy, an equally small, pretty sort of a boy in a top hat and a cravat. They were men's clothes, although the boy looked hardly older than sixteen. Seth blinked. "Hello," he said.

"Hello," said the pretty boy. "I'm the Saint. Who are you?"

"I'm Seth Cuthbert," said Seth, slightly puzzled. "You're a saint?"

"No. The Saint. It is different," the Saint informed him laboriously, and sat down next to him on the couch, a good deal closer than Seth would have liked. "And now," he added. "We wait."

"We wait for what?" asked Seth somewhat nervously. There was something fundamentally indecent about the Saint.

The Saint shrugged. "For the people to come. I expect they will. I," he added, with a flourish of one hand, "am a magnet. For people. Pretty people especially."

"I think you give yourself too much credit," said Seth

"You're here, aren't you?" pointed out the Saint.

Seth looked blank, then settled down to pout for a bit.

The Saint waited patiently, toying a bit with his top hat brim.

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mouette_mots
May. 14th, 2007 04:39 am (UTC)
Sev laughed. "Not at all. I don't know much about Christians, but I thought you had to be dead to be a saint." He looked the boy over again, liking what he saw. "And you're too pretty to be dead," he said, smiling at the Saint.
simplysidhe
May. 14th, 2007 04:48 am (UTC)
"I'm old enough to be dead," the Saint remarked, smiling back with bright, small teeth. "I think I said that already. I'm one hundred and thirty-seven. So I ought to be dead. But I'm not. But I'm a Saint anyway. They changed the rules for me." He glanced briefly up at the ceiling, then returned his gaze irrevocably to Sev. "I make people happy. I give them what they want. I'm like a better looking version of Santa Claus."
mouette_mots
May. 14th, 2007 04:56 am (UTC)
Sev raised his eyebrows, liking the sound of that. "You give people what they want, huh?" he asked, letting his hand drift down to rest on the back of the couch, a bare inch from the Saint's hip. He gave the boy an amused look. "What sorts of things do people want from you, then?" he inquired pleasantly.
simplysidhe
May. 14th, 2007 05:03 am (UTC)
"All sorts of things." The Saint's grin widened. "Some of them like to kiss, some to be kissed, some to hit, some for me to hit them. Some of them like just to touch. Lightly, at the ends of their fingers. Most of them want much, much more. And a few, just a few, want to keep me forever, they try and hold on and let me ruin their lives, spoiling themselves for me or anyone else ever." He supressed a giggle. "And you?"
mouette_mots
May. 14th, 2007 05:10 am (UTC)
Sev shrugged. "Maybe some of that," he answered evasively, "and maybe something else. But you," he said, touching the Saint's hip lightly in emphasis, "what do you get out of all of that?" He was really hoping the boy wasn't trying to sell his ass; not only did he not have any money, he wanted the kid, no matter how many ridiculous stories he told about his age or who he was.
simplysidhe
May. 14th, 2007 05:15 am (UTC)
The Saint laughed, moving closer to Sev. "It's fun," he explained simply. "For them. For me. For anyone who happens to want to watch."
mouette_mots
May. 14th, 2007 05:44 am (UTC)
Sev grinned at him, relaxing. "You're my kind of guy," he told the Saint. "You like to be on display?" He smiled and slipped an arm over the Saint's shoulders, just being friendly. "You look like it," he told the Saint. "You're very pretty, and you dress like someone who wants to be watched." He laughed and shifted closer to the Saint, already planning on enjoying the evening.
simplysidhe
May. 14th, 2007 06:40 am (UTC)
"Oh, this?" The Saint smiled into his cravat, pulling himself closer to Sev. "It's the way I'm most comfortable dressing, really. We all regress to our old habits, all that. And thank you. You're not exactly horrible to look at yourself," he added, the somewhat modern words a little strange in his mouth. His hand was on Sev's knee by now.
mouette_mots
May. 14th, 2007 06:57 am (UTC)
"Not horrible, sure," Sev said, amused. He grinned, highly approving of the Saint's hand on his knee, and slid his own hand up to take off the boy's funny hat, setting it on the back of the couch. He ran his fingers lightly through the Saint's pretty red hair, admiring the color and the feel as he unsubtly petted him.
simplysidhe
May. 14th, 2007 07:10 am (UTC)
((What is it with my characters' hair, I wonder?))

"Mmm," said the Saint, pushing into Sev's hand like a cat. "Not horrible to touch, either," he added, as his hand creeped further up the other man's leg.
mouette_mots
May. 14th, 2007 07:19 am (UTC)
((You're good at writing hair, I suppose. :-) ))

Sev smiled agreement, shifting closer to the Saint and trailing his fingers down the boy's smooth cheek. "You can do as much of that as you like," he told him. He brushed a finger gently over the Saint's lips, going slowly. "What did you say your name was again?" he murmured.
simplysidhe
May. 14th, 2007 07:23 am (UTC)
"I didn't," the Saint said. "I don't really have one. I used to, but it got -" Sev's fingers reached his lips, and he sighed happily. "Lost," he breathed, mouth slightly open against his hand. "You can call me Lytton, if you like, but usually people just call me Saint."
mouette_mots
May. 14th, 2007 07:33 am (UTC)
"Lytton," Sev tried out the name, and shook his head decisively. "It doesn't really fit. Saint it is, then," he said, sliding his fingers back again, tracing the Saint's ear lightly. He smiled and leaned forward, his breath against the Saint's cheek. "Is this supposed to be a religious experience, then?" he asked.
simplysidhe
May. 14th, 2007 07:42 am (UTC)
"If you like," said the Saint, shutting his eyes to better feel Sev's touch. "I could be God. You could be God. Who knows? No one's ever seen him. . ." His hand was very high on Sev's leg now.
mouette_mots
May. 14th, 2007 07:51 am (UTC)
Sev laughed. "Well, I hope you're not God," he said, and wrapped his arms around the Saint's waist, pulling the young man onto his lap. Pressing his lips to the Saint's ear, Sev smiled and whispered, "I think it would be blasphemous, if you are, how much I really want to fuck God."
simplysidhe
May. 14th, 2007 07:57 am (UTC)
The Saint actually purred. It was a skill he'd developed over the generations, purring, as he felt some situations simply called for it. "And if you happen to be God," he replied, turning his head so that his lips nearly grazed Sev's, "then I am not sure if wanting to be fucked by you is blasphemy or the desire for spiritual union."
mouette_mots
May. 14th, 2007 08:05 am (UTC)
"Maybe both," Sev murmured, not giving the matter any serious thought, as there were a pair of pretty young lips in front of his just waiting to be kissed. So he did, pressing forward to kiss the Saint gently but thoroughly. One of his hands roved up the young man's back, coming to rest on the back of his neck to pull him closer.
simplysidhe
May. 15th, 2007 02:27 am (UTC)
The Saint made a small, pleased noise into Sev's mouth, running his hands over the other man's chest. "I like you," he said earnestly, pulling away for a moment. "Does the setting bother you?"
mouette_mots
May. 15th, 2007 03:34 am (UTC)
Sev glanced around, weighing the benefits of leaving for a more private place, which might make the other young man more comfortable, and of staying, where they could both see and be seen, and where someone else might want to join in. "Doesn't bother me at all," he said, grinning at the Saint. "If you'd rather be somewhere else, though, I don't mind moving." He trailed one hand down the boy's back and brought it to rest on his hip, pulling him a bit closer.
simplysidhe
May. 15th, 2007 05:54 am (UTC)
"Doesn't bother me either," the Saint replied, and kissed Sev again, hungrily, his hips pressing insistently forward.
mouette_mots
May. 15th, 2007 06:43 am (UTC)
"Good," Sev said into the Saint's mouth, and leaned back against the back of the couch, pulling the boy snug against his body. His hand lazily explored the Saint's back, finally creeping up beneath his layers of clothing to touch his skin. Sev grinned in satisfaction and, experimentally, bit down sharply on the Saint's lower lip, drawing away from the kiss to see his reaction.
simplysidhe
May. 15th, 2007 07:20 am (UTC)
The Saint looked at Sev, tasting the blood on his lip. "You're very insistent," he said, sounding every inch the Etonian. "I haven't been bitten in a long time." The formality of his demeanor dropped as he giggled. "Do it again," he murmured into Sev's cheek.
mouette_mots
May. 15th, 2007 07:34 am (UTC)
Sev laughed, amused by the Saint's reaction, and kissed him again gently, cleaning the bit of blood from his lip, enjoying the salty-clean taste on his tongue. He kissed a line across the boy's smooth cheek to lick at his ear. One hand tangled in the Saint's pretty red hair, he closed his teeth over his earlobe, biting down gently. "A long time, huh?" he said quietly into the Saint's ear. "So what does that mean to a guy who's a hundred and forty two years old, even if he does look about fifteen?" He smiled and carefully nipped the skin just below the Saint's ear.
simplysidhe
May. 15th, 2007 07:48 am (UTC)
The Saint moaned happily, his eyes closed. "A long time? I think maybe I'm so not-dead because I think time is stupid...mind you, it thinks the same of me. So I probably mean weeks, but they'd be like years, to you." He toyed experimentally with the edge of his cravat. "Um, not to be a bother, but do you know how to undo this? Because it's getting tight."
mouette_mots
May. 15th, 2007 07:56 am (UTC)
Sev obligingly pulled back a bit to examine the cravat with both eyes and one hand, the other still making absent-minded patterns on the Saint's back. "I'm pretty good with knots," he said, grinning at the Saint, and fiddled with the knot experimentally, managing to undo it after a moment. He unwrapped the cloth from around the Saint's collar, playing with it thoughtfully. "That's nice," he told the Saint, referring probably to the cravat. "What is it, linen?"
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