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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.


May. 18th, 2007 05:19 am (UTC)
"That's four," said the Saint plaintively from his position under Sev. "And yes," he added, reaching up to take Sev's face in his hands. "I think another demonstration is very much in order."
May. 18th, 2007 05:29 am (UTC)
Sev grinned and kissed him hard. "Did I forget one?" he asked when he came back up, and ran his fingers over the Saint's bare chest, enjoying the feel of his skin. "Now what could that be?" he asked. His fingers moved back up to smooth over the Saint's throat, and his lips followed, kissing his neck. "Oh, right," he whispered. "Touch. That's the fifth."
May. 18th, 2007 05:36 am (UTC)
"Still a bit confused," said the Saint, and wrapped his hands around Sev's neck, keeping him down. "Touch. Is that what you're doing, or what I'm feeling? Or," he continued, one hand sliding up the back of Sev's shirt, "is it both?"
May. 19th, 2007 12:42 am (UTC)
Sev laughed and bit down on the Saint's neck, pulling back to gently blow cool air across the mark. He propped himself up on his elbows to look down at the Saint. "I'd say both," he told him. "But do we need a third opinion?" He glanced over, seeing Pasha hanging around all by himself. "You see," he told the Saint with a smile, "there's a very pretty guy over there. And I'm sure he'd know. I think I've... met him before." Sev grinned, looking over at Pasha again. "Should we ask him, do you think?" he suggested.
May. 19th, 2007 01:59 am (UTC)
The Saint craned his neck to look at Pasha. "Oh," he said, suprised and pleased. "Definitely, definitely. Hello!" He callled out from under Sev. "And you are?"
May. 19th, 2007 04:43 pm (UTC)
Pasha looked up. He blinked, slightly shocked by what he saw, but he decided that they were both pretty enough that they ought, no, had an obligation to, carry on. "Me?" he asked, finally, once he was (mostly) done ogling.
May. 19th, 2007 06:26 pm (UTC)
Sev laughed and sat up, the better to see both the Saint and Pasha. "Yes, you," he agreed, and smiled at Pasha. "I think I know you. Couldn't you come and settle a point between us?" He winked. "Or anywhere else you like. I'm not picky."
May. 19th, 2007 06:52 pm (UTC)
Pasha blushed, shy and flattered and sort of surprised, but came over anyhow. "Ah," he said, unsure whose, if anyone's, eyes to meet, "what do you want," he paused, distracted, slightly, by want, "to know?"
May. 19th, 2007 07:09 pm (UTC)
"Well," Sev began, with a conspiratorial glance at the Saint, "we were just talking about senses. You know," he said casually, and leaned down over the Saint. "Taste," he murmured, licking a line up the boy's cheek, "and so on." He sat up again and smiled at Pasha, gently stroking the Saint's stomach as though he didn't realize he was doing it. "But we were sort of stuck on 'touch'," he told Pasha. "We were wondering if 'touch' is what I'm doing, or what he's feeling, or what." Sev grinned, his eyes fixed on Pasha, still touching the Saint gently. "Do you know?"
May. 19th, 2007 07:18 pm (UTC)
Pasha's jaw dropped and, despite the blood rush to a slightly lower part of his body, he blushed still more. "Um," he articulated. "Gack." He shook his head, trying to restore higher brain functions. "I. Um." He chewed on his lip. "Both. Yes. That."
May. 19th, 2007 08:40 pm (UTC)
The Saint laughed. "You're not much of a philosopher, are you?" He asked, squirming happily under Sev's touch. "You're also quite hard," he added, the blend of contemporary slang and Victorianspeak strange in his mouth. "Is there anything you'd like to tell us?"
May. 19th, 2007 11:59 pm (UTC)
Despite his best efforts, Pasha gaped. "Um," he mumbled. "No. No. I'll just. Go. You're busy, I'm interfering, and." He stopped, deciding to pretend that someone had interrupted him, and turned to go.
May. 20th, 2007 01:00 am (UTC)
"We're not that busy," the Saint called after him. "Are we so busy we couldn't accomadate him, Sevilin?" the Saint asked, craning his neck upward.
May. 20th, 2007 03:41 am (UTC)
Sev grinned at the Saint. "No," he said decidedly. "We're not." He stood up and reached out to touch Pasha's arm lightly. "Hey, don't go," he told him. "I mean, unless you want to, in which case, do. But... I think I do know you." Sev looked consideringly at Pasha. "I'm sure we've met, haven't we?"
May. 20th, 2007 07:46 am (UTC)
"We may have," Pasha agreed, sitting down with his back against the couch, unable to watch/i> just yet, because, gah, ack, urk and other similar sorts of guttural noises were all that would really come of it. "I've met lots of people." He was, as ever, noncommittal.
May. 20th, 2007 05:36 pm (UTC)
"I think you ought to meet me," the Saint said, getting up and sitting down next to Pasha, rather too close to him, particularly for being without a shirt. "I'm the Saint, except if you want you can call me Lytton, and. . .yes." He trailed off, looking expectantly at Pasha.
May. 20th, 2007 09:59 pm (UTC)
((Ack! I fail at italics.))

"Oh," Pasha replied, trying not to get distracted but failing, sort of. "Hello." He smiled in a twitchy sort of way. "I'm Pasha." He scratched his nose. "Have you seen someone else?" he blurted, finally. "Older, sort of boring? Probably cranky about something?" He sighed. "I came in here thinking he was in here, because I thought I'd heard him calling, but he isn't here."
May. 21st, 2007 03:03 am (UTC)
"No, but I am," the Saint explained, in a dazzling show of logic. "And so's he." He gestured at Sev. "What do you think?"
May. 21st, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)
Pasha blinked. "What do I think what?" he asked, not even making an attempt intelligent about it.
May. 21st, 2007 03:58 am (UTC)
The Saint rolled his eyes. "And I thought Queen Victoria was a prude." He had thought so, too, when he'd met her.
May. 21st, 2007 04:15 am (UTC)
Sev laughed and came to sit on the other side of Pasha, settling in familiarly close. "So this friend you were looking for," he asked Pasha thoughtfully, "he won't mind if you stay here for a while, will he?"
May. 21st, 2007 04:22 am (UTC)
Pasha smiled. "No," he replied. "I don't think he will." He let himself relax. "Sooo," he breathed, almost humming the 'o.' "Why, exactly, should I stay?" He smiled at each of them in turn. "Show me."
May. 21st, 2007 06:17 am (UTC)
"Don't look at me," said the Saint. "I don't do backflips or anything, even if you stare long enough." He edged closer to Pasha. "Do you do any tricks?"
May. 21st, 2007 12:24 pm (UTC)
Pasha laughed, beginning to enjoy himself. "I'm not very well trained," he said, apologetic. He turned to Sev, curious about him, and poked him rather gently in the stomach. "What about you?" he asked.
May. 22nd, 2007 12:59 am (UTC)
Sev grinned and slid his arm around Pasha comfortably, incidentally brushing his fingers down the Saint's side. "I know lots of tricks," he told them both. He kissed Pasha's cheek gently. "I can teach you, if you want," he suggested, his hand sliding meaningfully up Pasha's leg. Sev smiled at the Saint. "What do you think?" he asked them both.
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