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Casually walking down the urban allyways, the pretty boy ignored the inappropriate comments and gestures drunk men made around him. Continuing to walk with his head high, the pretty boy glanced at a large stocky man smoking a cigarette outside of a beaten up warehouse. Swiftly walking over, the blue eyed boy flashed a card and made his way around the burly man. Making his way through the dirty and dusty hallway, the fragile looking boy's scowl deepened as men leaning either side of the walkway smirked while others poked their head outside into the hall to see what all the commotion was about. "Lost pretty lady?" A tall African-American man drawled out. "Eat me." The fragile boy growled out while he turned the corner inside the main room.

 

An older gentleman sitting in the middle of the table, surrounded by more steroid victualed men was the sight that greeted him. Grinning, the Italian man drawled out in a thick accent as he leaned back into the chair. "Sweets ... So glad to have you company tonight."

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As Bryan progressed through the passages more people began to appear, easily crowding the narrow space, however they didn't cause him more trouble than make it more difficult to navigate through the city. He could have easily drawn close to one of them and started a noticeable disturbance right there but he wasn't interested in watching only a dozen or so people turn against each other tonight. He continued to the busy street he'd picked out during his run home and once in reach of it's lights approached a man who stood to the side, apparently waiting for someone. Taller than him but just as well built, the stranger was a good place to start and Bryan especially liked that the man was well dressed and seemed to be a proper, perhaps even somewhat wealthy citizen.

 

With hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket and no explanation Bryan advanced forward until his chest was nearly pressed against the stranger's at which point he leaned in to place his lips by his ear. The taller man began to retreat and brought his hands up to push him away but then a quick melody flooded his ear and no more than a second later a need for violence and an intense anger began to boil inside him.

Bryan stepped back and moved to defend himself quickly after his voice began to have the wanted effect and the stranger moved after him now with fist raised. He reacted swiftly enough to dodge the hit and after having missed him the larger male continued in a straight line and victimized the next person he laid eyes on. The scrawny passer by who seemed to be in the wrong place in the wrong time did a poor job of defending himself and so another stepped in to try fighting off the frenzied man.

 

Watching from the side Bryan smiled slightly at the fight that began to develop and now with a distraction in place moved on to another citizen he could use as a spark for the chaos he meant to create.

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Ignoring the older man's statement, the pretty boy nimbly took out the documents and flashed them before placing them back down by his side. The Italian descendant smirked before motioning to the burly male next to him to show the feminine boy the money. Deadly looking at the brown haired man, the beautiful boy glared harder before spitting out at him, "Count it in front of me." Laughing out loud, the foreign man grinned at the latter, "Beautiful and Clever. I like that." Motioning again, the large man counted to the money in his hands while the blue eyed boy watched carefully.

 

After the deal had been made, the pretty boy ignored the European man trying to continue talking, "You know I would pay you double if you could spend the night." Turning on his heel, the raven haired boy made his way out of the establishment and back onto the cold, gritty streets. Pulling out a fag from a pack of cigarettes, Cas lit the end before inhaling the toxic tar to smother his lungs and make his way back down the streets. Running a delicate hand through his hair, the pretty boy exhaled the smoke after he paused to notice the riot beside him.

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The fights Bryan provoked escalated quickly and he was glad that shortly after beginning his work he could watch the area descend into chaos. The people he'd approached raged and attacked everything around themselves without discrimination but a big part of the violent crowd that formed were those he'd done nothing to, who were taking part in the action by their own choice. He'd noticed after he'd done this a few times that there were people who sought him out knowing the trouble he would cause and now he could even recognize a number of those young men.

 

Despite having only whispered to his victims at first he began to feel more free as the night progressed and sand loudly, coordinating the hostile crowd he'd created to begin destroying shops and whatever they could find on the street. It was odd and certainly a sign that not everything was alright with him but this senseless destruction was what he enjoyed the most. It was what helped him forget the failure he otherwise was and the anger that always plagued him but now something turned up to spoil things for him.

 

He caught a glimpse of something familiar and his voice died out as he looked over his shoulder to study more closely a small male who was a distance away.

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A sly, fox-like grin formed on the pretty boy's face as he leaned against a rusty railing, platformed slightly above the latter male, taking a long drag out of his cigarette. The beautiful boy began to stare at the other, analysing him. With the chaos and riots continuing merely behind them, Cas took another drag as he blew the smoke in the laters direction. "Hey songbird." The raven haired boy drawled out, one his arms lazily hanging lose from the elevated ground. "You wanna tell me why a boy like you is up past their bedtime?"

 

Kissing the end of his fag again, the blue eyed boy ran his fingers through his hair and studied the other male again. It was obvious that he was trying to hide his identity from the rest of the world which mostly likely meant that his intentions of being out tonight was not to purchase milk. Continuing to grin, the beautiful boy was entranced by the other male and couldn't keep himself into walking away from the mess around him. Instead he stayed to watch.

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Despite the bitter frown that formed on Bryan's lips as soon as it became apparent the other male had noticed him and wouldn't simply go away or leave him alone, he began to study the beautiful young man and found himself more interested in his current appearance than he would admit. He started to say the first of the few witty, though unpleasant remarks that he quickly composed but then thought about it twice and remained silent. Though he knew his voice was different while he sang and that he could change it to an extent while he spoke he wouldn't risk giving the delicate male something to recognize him by. For a long moment he stood watching him in silence, unconcerned with the chaos that was still unfolding close by and considered walking up to the other man and whispering into his ear the same melody that had put everyone else in a frenzy. He was sure the other would remember none of this later once the effect of his voice subsided, however he simply disliked the idea of making him a part of this knowing how it would make the entire thing unpleasant if the object of his anger was right there beside him.

 

With a defeated sight and a glare that was hidden behind the dark glasses he wore, Bryan took a few steps back and then turned away from the other man, walking hurriedly back towards the unlit passages. He soothed himself with the reminder that soon the police would show up and force the riot to an end, however the thought didn't help him feel less annoyed with how things were playing out. Of course he had other options than retreating but making sure no one was ware of his identity was still his priority and so it was best to hide from anyone who knew him.

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Seeing the man retreat, the beautiful boy jumped over the rusty railings as ran off to follow the other; hearing sirens in the distance. Stalking the male down the unlit passages, Cas easily catches up to the other and grins, "In a hurry songbird? It's okay. I'll keep up". Smirking, the small boy grabbed the laters jacket and haled him into a dead end alleyway; cornering him into it. "What's wrong songbird? Running from something?" Shifting to sit gently on top of a trash can. "Can't talk songbird? You wanna sing for me instead? I was thinking something like Barry Manilow, that would suit you." Teasing the other male, the blue eyed boy lit another cigarette; inhaling the black clouds soothingly. "Or maybe Love Me Tender? Elvis always did something for me."

 

Removing the fag from his lips, the delicate looking boy smiled as he studied the other male even more. "What are you songbird? In a boy band? Or you hiding from something?" Kissing the cigarette as the butt lit in the cold night, the beautiful boy didn't understand the constant drawing feeling towards the covered man.

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The moment the delicate male started to following him Bryan felt something begin to boil and grow restless inside of him, an anger that he'd only just managed to dismiss and which was now developing again. His temper flared when the other man dared to grab a hold of him and force him into a corner and for a moment he was ready to begin tugging him around in return. However the need to be violent passed surprisingly quickly and he in stead glared ferociously at the other man while he proceeded to taunt him.

 

Following the shadowy path and retreating to his home was clearly no longer an option and Bryan hated knowing that he had no other choice but to confront the other. With the difference between the other male's build and his own it seemed like pushing him to the side or starting a fight was perhaps the simplest and smartest answer but he was unsure if the small mane was more capable than he seemed.

 

-"I am... and It would have been better for you if you'd just minded you own business and let me hide." Bryan was very careful to keep his voice low and deform it to be as different from his usual tone as it could be, however there was still a slight similarity. He crossed what distance there was between the two of them and fortunately his body was driven forwards by the anger he felt and it wasn't noticeable how he was reluctant. He leaned into the beautiful young man and started to sing a quiet melody beside his ear, however it was much different than what he'd whispered to all of the victims he'd picked out on the street. His voice could invoke more than just violence but he tried to summon other emotions so rarely that he had little idea what exactly this would do to the other male. Bryan only hoped that whatever it was would be intense like the rage he'd previously provoked and keep the other preoccupied so he could escape.

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Watching the other male drive forward to him, the pretty boy happily opened up his neck for the laters head to fit in. Purring at the quiet melody, all the blood rushed into Cas's head as his arms subconsciously wrapped themselves around his neck; pulling the mysterious boys head down so their lips will meet. Melting into the kiss, the delicate looking boy mewled and roughly deepened the kiss; his grip tightening. Forcing his chin open for better access to explore his mouth, the feminine boys soft mouth rubbed against the other makes causing a delicious friction Cas moaned for. Using his strength, the dainty looking boy slammed the other male into dirty wall behind the taller man. Biting his lip harshly, the beautiful boy continued to nip until he drew blood; grinning at the taste.

 

After pulling away, the gentle boy quickly made work on the hidden mans neck; biting away to cause various marks to bruise and form a dark shade of purples and reds. Nipping and sucking the strong neck in front of him, after what felt like hours, the pretty boy pulled away from the male; smiling like mad up at the unknown boy while liking his lips. "That was beautiful songbird." Pushing himself away from the male by the body and wall, the grinning boy turned on his heal and made his way back through the lit streets.

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Bryan sang to the beautiful young man with no intention of stopping until he was pushed away or saw some change in him. He grew quiet when he noticed the other male's hands wrap around him and seemed paralyzed while the blue eyed man pulled him closer to bring their lips together. His voice had never dome something like this to another person and he was unsure if his singing was even the cause of this considering how the delicate boy had willingly made space for him on his shoulder when he'd started to whisper into is ear.

 

Whatever the cause the small male kissed him hungrily and after the first few seconds in which he was too overwhelmed to react, he started to kiss back and soon placed his hands on the beautiful man. It was more than easy for Bryan to loose himself in the sensation of soft lips crashing and pressing against his own roughly. Even when he was pushed back, he resisted only in the first moment when the movement had startled him and then allowed himself to be led by the other. He moaned and gripped at the delicate man while they staid beside each other and the blue eyed male left marks on his neck and his lips.

 

As if he was the one who'd listened to the voice of an enchanter, Bryan didn't snap to his senses and begin to question how he could do something even the slightest but intimate with the unpleasant man until the male spoke up again.

Left alone, still leaning against the filthy wall he watched after the other man as he left and subconsciously brought a hand up to his lips. His expression became puzzled when he felt a liquid under his fingertips and then remembered how the other had become too harsh for a moment and caused him to bleed. He cursed softly now beginning to realize his lip stung lightly and it dawned on him that now his fellow student had something to recognize him by the next day in class. A bitter frown grew on his face but finally he pushed himself from the wall and started to walk back home, now in less of a hurry.

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Buzzed from the adrenalin rush that sparked inside of him since his songbird sang, the beautiful boy pulled out another fag, lighting it effortlessly. Walking home, breathing in the dark clouds, the blue eyes boy couldn't stop smiling; he hadn't kisses anyone like that in a while. His one night stands and 'paid assistances' normally ended up in the other treating him like a delicate flower. He loved it rough but almost never indulged in his desires. Sure if he found the right person, he would want some gentle love making. The feminine looking boy burst out laughing in the streets at his thoughts and ran a hand through is hair. Fuck what was in these cigarettes.

 

Finding his way back to the small apartment easily, the nimble boy triple locked the door behind him and quickly stripped down into a just a pair of jogging bottoms; putting his clothes away. Collapsing onto the neat, white bed below him, it didn't take him long for him to cuddle up into the sheets; flicking through his phone with Misha sitting on his chest. Scrolling through his missed calls from Chris, the pretty boy smiled and picked up his next incoming call.

 

'Cas? You alright? Everything okay?'

'Everything is fine. There was no problems.'

'He didn't touch you did he? I'll blow his fucking head off.'

'No.'

'How much?'

'5'

'Thats more than we discussed. Told you he's weak for you.'

'I don't care.'

'I'm glad your okay then. You free tomorrow?'

'I have Psychology homework.'

'After.'

'No.'

'Jacksons got a party in south bound. Taylor's there. Go with me. I'll bring the rupees.'

' ... Alright fine. But I'm not going the whole way, I'm not in the mood.'

'Great. Goodnight.'

 

Hanging up abruptly, the beautiful boy yawned and found himself passed out by the second.

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Bryan's walk back to the apartment seemed almost like a calm stroll after how things had played out and that coupled with the time he spent with the beautiful young man was why he arrived home very late. He locked the door behind himself when he entered and didn't disrupt the darkens that filled the apartment as he made his way to his bedroom and then the bathroom. He first took off the glasses that were still interfering with his vision and then slipped off the jacket, the rest of his clothes stayed in place until he was beside the shower. As he pulled his shirt over his head he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and then with his chest bare stepped closer to the reflective surface to study those marks the other man had left on his body.

 

Though he certainly wasn't one of the mindless fools who followed the blue eyed boy around, stared at him every chance they had and believed he was fragile and innocent, he was still astonished by how rough and bold the other male turned out to be. What concerned him more though was that he couldn't explain his own behavior. It made no sense that he gave into his wanting so easily and enjoyed the kiss so much despite knowing the other man had been the main source of his anger and his troubles that evening.

 

Bryan tried to dismiss the beautiful male from his thoughts as he stepped into the shower however it made it difficult for him that he had little else to think about. The riot he'd started hadn't been as satisfying as he'd hoped this time around and it was too late to catch the news to find out what kind of damage had been done. He spent only a few minutes under the spray of warm water before he stepped out of the shower and quickly dried himself off right after placing himself in bed, allowing his body to relax and his mind gradually drift off.

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Ignoring the group around him, the pretty boy made his way down the halls towards his locker. His thoughts continued to drift off to the guy he met yesterday, his voice, the kiss and how overall mysterious his whole persona was. Considering his list of past relationships, Cas had never felt drawn to someone before other than their looks. It's not like he could see his face, the whole thing remains on his quiet personality and hidden appearance.

 

Retrieving the required material for his lessons from his locker, the beautiful boy soon was walking down to his first class; continuing not to look at the people around him. Tucking his hair behind his ear, Cas made his way into the almost empty classroom. Sitting down on a desk, the pretty boy pulled his jumper over his head; making a make-shift pillow. Burrowing his head inside, the raven haired boy left out a held breath tried to block out the outside world.

 

Hearing a large noise descend into the quiet room, the delicate looking boy cursed under his breath before trying to sink further into his pillow; feeling someone come up to him. "Hey Dakota." Continuing a string of curses under his breath, the pretty boy covered his head as if to make him invisible. Listening to a chair behind lazily set in front of him before someone sat down, the delicate boy slowly raised his head. "Please just leave me alone Johnson. I'm really not in the mood today." The brown eyed boy grinned, reaching his hand up to cup his cheek roughly. "C'mon kitten. Just a quickie behind the gym yano."

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A frown had settled on Bryan's lips that morning when he'd started to get dressed and it hadn't faded when he left the apartment or entered the halls and was greeted by a troublesome crowd of students. He huffed angrily while he walked, it was a warm morning, especially indoors and there were enough signs it would be a horribly hot day, however he was wearing a thick shirt with long sleeves and a high collar in order to conceal what fun the blue eyed man had had with him the previous night.

 

His outfit earned Bryan a few odd looks as he tried to rush to the classroom and avoid being questioned or becoming the victim of assumptions and jokes. The damage the beautiful young man had done to his lip turned out to be less subtle than he'd hoped and he knew that anyone curious enough could easily notice it. Of course he had the excuse ready that he'd earned it by picking a fight, he would never admit it was from a kiss even if he wasn't protecting his secret.

 

Arriving at the classroom, Bryan barged in and paid no attention to either of the men already inside, in stead hurriedly seating himself on the nearest chair. He'd caught a glimpse of the two and was aware of their presence but he didn't realize who exactly it was in the room with him. Bryan simply hoped to be left alone and with the bad mood he was in he was more than ready to argue and start a real fight if someone because too persistent in annoying him.

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Pulling his head away sharply, the beautiful boy snarled; gritting his teeth together, "Leave me alone Max." Standing up and swinging his bag around his shoulder, Cas quickly moved past the desk to find an empty one before the bell rang. Grinning widely, the other boy reached out to wrap his arms around the small waist of the pretty boy, "C'mon Kitten. I'll even pay you if that's how you do these kinds of things." The brown haired boy's group of friends laughed along with the inappropriate joke, however the laughing came to halt when Cas slammed him fist in the taller boy's face; causing him to fall out of his hair.

 

Tears rolling down his face, the, now, red eyed boy kicked the later repetitively in the stomach screaming at him. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. I HATE YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU FUCKING FUCK!!!" His lip trembling, the crying boy stomped on the other males crouch before running out of the classroom. Scampering up the fire escape, the shaking boy made it up onto the roof and slide his back down the door onto the dirty floor below him.

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Bryan put an apt amount of effort into ignoring the rest of the teenagers in the classroom but when the blue eyed boy started throwing punches it became hard not to spare him and his victim a glance. He'd had a glare ready for the beautiful young man, knowing that now after they'd met and were drawn closer in such an odd way he wouldn't be able to miss him. However when he now turned to watch the male beat another student mercilessly he regarded him with nothing but curiosity. From everything he'd seen of the man, he hadn't expected him to loose his nerve like this or cry over something that could pass as a simple insult at best.

 

Bryan's eyes followed the young man as he ran out and his gaze staid on the door as it closed behind him. He considered for a long moment if it was worth going after the delicate male only to try to find out why he'd reacted so strongly. After what had happened the previous night perhaps it was best to keep away from him but Bryan stood up and hurried after the beautiful man any way.

 

Having started pursuing him in time he caught a glimpse of the other as he was was getting away and figured out where he was heading. He paused only once he'd made it to the door and pushed it lightly, feeling right away that the other man's weight was preventing him from opening it. Bryan knocked on the door in stead and leaned on the wall beside it before he spoke up.

-"Mind letting me out there?"

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Grasping his head in hands, the wheezing boy buried his face in his folded knees continuing to cry silently; struggling to breath. The pretty boy began to pull at his hair with his blood shot eyes open, "FUCK OFF!! FUCK OFF FUCK OFF!!". Going back to crying, the pretty boy rubbed his face before ripping open his bag; ignoring the other items that poured out. Retrieving the bottles of pills clumsily, the gentle looking boy swallowed them whole before throwing the empty bottles into the empty space in front of him. Breathing shallowly, the beautiful boy rested the back his head on the rusty door; his eyes staring up into the sky. Too blue.

 

With his eyes gently drifting down onto the floor, his thin fingers brushed the dirt and dust around the floor before the small boy gently tapped his knuckles against the door. Gently turning around, still on the floor, Cas turned the handle to open the door. Peeking through the door, the pretty boy rests his head against the side of the door; looking up at the other. "... Am I a slut?".

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Bryan sighed heavily at the harsh answer he received though he'd expected nothing else. He considered his reasons for being there again but didn't think of returning to class now that it would mean leaving the blue eyed boy alone and upset. Minutes passed in his standing by the door, quiet and listening for any change in what the other man was doing outside. He turned his head to the door at the light knock and watched the beautiful male with a blank face for a long moment after he'd questioned him. It was astonishing to Bryan that he would ask him this, especially after having encouraged him to treat him like trash, though that wasn't what he was about to do.

 

-"I've only know you for a couple of days..." He pointed out as he crouched down to bring himself closer to the blue eyed man's level, unhappy with towering over him. "... but from the beating you gave that guy I'd say no, not even close." Bryan reasoned with a light smirk but his expression changed quickly and he soon seemed serious again. "You're incredibly beautiful... and some men don't know how to be gentle or subtle with what they're wishing for..."

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Breathing heavily, the blue eyed boy stared at the handsome young man before opening the door a little more. Moving so he was sitting on his heels, Cas knotted his brows together; tilting his head to the side. " ... Your that book guy. Brian or something. " Reaching up, his long fingers wrapped around the others strong wrist before tugging him through the door and pulling him to the ground. Letting go of the laters wrist, the pretty boy pried through his bag again; retrieving a large bottle of vodka and a pack of cigarettes. Breaking off the lid, it didn't take long before the feminine boy was gulping down the burning liquid then passing it on to the boy next to him.

 

"You smoke?" He spoke up, lighting a fag in the process. "If you don't smoke then I got other kinds of cigarettes; like pot yano." Leaving the cigarette in his mouth, the pretty boy rummaged through his bag to pull out a inclosed packet. Chucking the packet in his lap, Cas lent over to rest his head on the handsome boys strong shoulder; taking another drag of his fag. "Tell me your story." Blowing out the grey smoke into the distance, the beautiful boy closed his eyes; enjoying the light breeze momentarily.

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Seeing how the delicate seeming boy was willing to open the door a bit more Bryan assumed he'd managed not to further upset him with his answer. Feeling his fingers wrap firmly around his wrist he didn't resist being pulled outside and moved how and where the smaller man wanted. After all, It had been his goal to seat himself beside the other male and speak to him when he'd come after him, he had no reason not to be obedient for now.

 

Though his features gave away none of his surprise, Bryan was curious as to how the beautiful young man had all of these things in his bag. The blue eyed boy had seemed like the better student of the two when they'd first met but he carried around so many things that could get him into trouble. "What else do you have in there, a disguise and weapon ready for armed robbery?" Bryan joked though in reality he was somewhat glad the other had all of this simply because it started to explain how he'd ended up chasing him through shady alleys the previous night. For now he only took a few big gulps from the bottle the other male had passed to him and then placed it down on the concrete beside where he sat.

 

-"There's not much to tell... What do you really want to know?" Bryan asked, unsure what sort of things the beautiful young man wanted to hear about. Upon feeling his weight on his shoulder he turned on impulse and ended up with his nose in the other male's hair, able to breathe in his scent. However, preferring not to annoy the blue eyed boy he soon looked in front of himself again.

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Blinking up at the taller male, the pretty boy carefully tucked his hair behind his ear; resting his cigarette in his mouth while searching through his bag again. Pulling out a switchblade, Cas smiled and flicked it open. "Well I don't have a ski-mask but I have this. However I don't usually use it for armed robbery." Slamming the sharpened point into the dirty slate below him, the beautiful boy went back to swallowing vodka and occasionally taking a drag of his cigarette.

 

Nuzzling into the older man's warm chest, the beautiful boy played with the handsome mans larger hands and fingers; gently rubbing over the prints and palms. Stubbing the fag's butt into the ground, Cas smiled gently and looked up into the others eyes. "Tell me anything and everything. Beginning to end. ... Tell me about your family, what you like, what you dislike, ... Which girl you want to bone in class? I don't mind. I like to listen." Shifting to look up into the sky, the feminine looking boy watched the clouds while continuing to play with the others hands.

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Bryan snorted when the other man pulled a weapon from his bag and proved his joke wasn't far from the truth, though when he'd mentioned robbery he was thinking of something different than a blade. A faint smile lingered on his lips even after the topic changed and it was his turn to talk, he had to admit to himself how much he liked having the beautiful young man pressed against him. Somewhere he knew his own thoughts were beginning to resemble those of the student the blue eyes boy had beat up but there was more to it as well, a certain curiosity and wish to know and understand him better.

 

-"I was born here... grew up here... I don't have a job or money, so I live with my father for now... my parents are divorced." Bryan started off and was sure he sounded like a proper looser so far, really he couldn't find one thing he excelled at that he could brag about. "I like... being home alone, having days off from class... I play a few instruments, I'm good I suppose but I wont be making a career out of that... that's sorted out." He continued and moved his hands against the other man's, lightly grasping his fingers at one point and caressing the back of his hand with his thumb. "As for dislikes... I dislike a lot of things... and I'm not into girls..."

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Pausing to swallow more of the alcoholic liquid, the pretty boy continued to smile and went back to caressing the others hands. "Hm. I guess it my turn then. Well, I was born England then my parents died not long after. I have no siblings but I did used to have an uncle here; hence the reason why I moved. But he died when I was 9 so I moved into foster care. No one would talk to me. They thought I was weird. I had money to my parents name but I wasn't allowed to access it till I was 18. So I needed some extra money. I became a prostitute not long after my 12th birthday. Things continued like this till I was 15, and they kicked me out. I got a apartment. I got a job at a small cafe that this chick owns; she's like bat crazy over me. I met my friend Chris who I do little jobs for now and then, I still sell my self sometimes but not as much as I used to do. I go to a shrink every month because I am diagnosed as being not normal. And here I am."

 

Following his creases in the older man's palm, the gentle looking boy continued. "I don't have a birthday but I have a cat called Misha. I like tea and peanut butter. I hate the sea or large amounts of water and Chris' other friends." Continuing to stroke the larger man's hand, the feminine looking boy looked up into the sky and smiled. "I have also tried to drown myself in the bath once. ... And I think that is all."

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Bryan studied the blue eyed boy while he spoke, paying equal attention to his expression as to what was being said. It was unsettling to see how easily the other man revealed all of this with a smile, though he could assume it was because of the alcohol.

A certain amount of guilt brought a faint frown to Bryan's lips, he wouldn't feel sorry for the other man because he was sure he wasn't fishing for sympathy when telling him this, however he regretted not saying more about himself when he'd been asked before. After the previous night, he was reluctant to reveal too many personal details, afraid they might be used against him or perhaps hint at his other, secret identity.

 

-"Why would you try to drown yourself, stupid?" He asked and despite his choice of words his tone was very soft, it couldn't be different when the blue eyed boy was still gently touching his hands.

Despite being unsure how the other male would react, Bryan moved one hand away and wrapped an arm around him loosely. He could argue in his defense that he was doing this to comfort the beautiful male or to make him feel more secure and relaxed in his company but that wasn't very close to the truth.

 

-'Why are you telling me these sorts of things in the first place though? Do you just like to talk when you're upset?" Bryan questioned after a moment, wondering if their previous encounter had only been unpleasant to him or if the other man was being so open and putting himself so close to him because he was the only person there for him to speak to.

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Smiling up at the handsome man, the beautiful boy reached up and cupped both his cheeks. "Because I want to die, stupid." Letting go of the other man, the pretty boy reached over and quickly lit a joint; grinning up into the sky as the chemicals began to fog up into his mind. Smirking at the man's actions, Cas cuddled into the other man's arms; blowing smoke into the sky above them. Nuzzling into the older man's chest, the younger boy found the warmth soothing. Well it was either he found his warmth comforting or the drugs now flowing through his veins.

 

Pondering the other man's question, the pretty boy took another drag before answering, "I'm not really sure myself ... I guess you the first person who would listen." Taking the joint out of his mouth, the beautiful boy reached for the bottle; taking a swig before continuing. "Well I mean, other people would listen to me because there like so fucking brain dead but they would only be talking to me in the first place because of the way I look." Taking another drink, the blue eyed boy carried on talking, "But for some reason ... You see like ... genuine or something ... Or it's the drugs talking." Laughing, the pretty boy went back to snuggling into the other man's strong chest.

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