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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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simplysidhe
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.
mouette_mots
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?"
kissingmyelbow
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.
simplysidhe
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.
kissingmyelbow
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."
simplysidhe
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?"
kissingmyelbow
May. 21st, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)
Pasha blinked. "What do I think what?" he asked, not even making an attempt intelligent about it.
simplysidhe
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.
mouette_mots
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?"
kissingmyelbow
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."
simplysidhe
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?"
kissingmyelbow
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.
mouette_mots
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.
simplysidhe
May. 22nd, 2007 03:40 am (UTC)
"I'm not thinking," said the Saint, and grinned like a cat. "It's very agreeable. But I do very much agree." He giggled at his own pun, and slipped an arm over Pasha's other shoulder.
kissingmyelbow
May. 22nd, 2007 04:48 am (UTC)
Pasha tilted his head back and spread his legs a little more. "I think that sounds just fine," he hummed, squirming a little, happy. With considerable effort he rolled his head over to peer at the Saint. "Don't you think?"
simplysidhe
May. 22nd, 2007 05:21 am (UTC)
The Saint brought his face close to Pasha's. "I said. I don't think." He gave the young man a peck on the lips. "I feel."
kissingmyelbow
May. 22nd, 2007 08:26 pm (UTC)
"Mmgph," Pasha objected, pawing limply at the Saint. "Come back here," he said, an interesting mix of command and plea in his words.
mouette_mots
May. 23rd, 2007 03:09 am (UTC)
Sev laughed and touched Pasha's cheek, turning his head toward Sev. "Or," he suggested, "you could come over here." He smiled and leaned in to kiss him, pushing Pasha gently back against the Saint.
kissingmyelbow
May. 23rd, 2007 03:17 am (UTC)
Pasha squirmed happily, feeling rather comfortable and rather pleased. He tilted his head up, away from Sev's kisses. "I could," he agreed, eyes bright and mischievous. "But I think you're going to have to try harder than that."
mouette_mots
May. 23rd, 2007 05:17 am (UTC)
Sev raised his eyebrows and looked past Pasha at the Saint. "Harder?" he mused. Experimentally, he slid his hand up Pasha's leg. "That sounds like work, Süßchen," he told the Saint, and shifted to kneel over Pasha's legs, incidentally brushing his hand against Pasha's cock through the fabric of his pants. Sev smiled and reached for the Saint with his other hand. He pulled him close and kissed him, his hand moving gently in Pasha's lap. "Anyway, I'm trying pretty hard already," he murmured in both their ears when they separated, giving Pasha's cock a gentle squeeze for emphasis.
simplysidhe
May. 23rd, 2007 05:35 am (UTC)
"I am tempted to leave you for that pun," the Saint confessed, "but mmm. That's nice." He lay back, over Pasha's lap, smiling broadly, and wrapped slim arms around the Russian's waist.
kissingmyelbow
May. 23rd, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
((Hah, it's sort of disorienting, seeing the Saint as Süßchen as opposed to Pasha.))

Pasha groaned and pressed his hips up against Sev's hand, only then realizing that there was a Saint in his lap. He tangled his fingers in the Saint's hair and looked over at Sev pleadingly, bucking his hips very pointedly against his hand.
mouette_mots
May. 24th, 2007 04:39 am (UTC)
((Heh. But he does call everybody that, or everybody who qualifies. We're not certain, yet, if Julian qualifies.))

Sev laughed and leaned forward to kiss Pasha, suddenly demanding and forceful. "You want something, Süßchen?" he asked, teasing him, and stroked his cock harder through the cloth. Sev looked down at the reclining Saint, running a hand down the boy's bare chest to hook his fingers in the waist of his pants and tug meaningfully. "The Saint here says he's very good at giving people what they want," he told Pasha, and leaned forward again to lick at his neck, biting down gently at the skin for a moment. "So what do you want?" he murmured.

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