Reap What You Sow (Morirp & Raychu) [18+]

[Raychu]

 

 

Name: Noah King

Code Name: Kingly Ace

Age: 23

Position: Reversible

Species: Human

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 149 lbs

Birthday: July 10th

Zodiac: Cancer

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Pansexual

 

Hair Color: Violet mixed with brown (Dyed, faded)

Eye Color: Brownish-Grey

Extra: Noah doesn’t really keep a neat and clean appearance, styling his hair to look messy. He wears tighter clothes, trying to show off his body. When at night, performing his ‘duties’ he wears black, and a unique masks, trying to remain unknown to the public.

 

Personality: Noah is a confident and cocky person. He pushes the limits and gambles with the law on a daily basis. He’s intelligent and he knows it, putting everyone below him on a lower level. The guy has a big head, knowing he’s important to the The Abandoned. He’s sly, manipulative, and cunning, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants, even if it risks the organization he helped develop and grow. Noah can be seductive and alluring, reigning in the people he finds himself interested in. Despite his irresponsible nature, he can put on one hell of an innocent act, sending the law to another direction. Noah acts as if he is superior to every human being just because of his intelligence and his job efficiency, There is a reason he is the right hand man after all.

Likes: Dancing, parties, being rebellious against the law, gambling (in any way shape or form), and cherries.

Dislikes: Overly sweet things, being forced to sit still, having his intelligence and methods questioned, stuffed animals.

Occupation: Crime Leader of The Abandoned - Organization Leader

 

Bio: Noah was born into a strict religious house. From the moment he could remember, he always had an urge to fight the constraints of being a perfect little boy. That didn’t last for long however. His parents died around the age of 13, leaving him to his uncle. The man was anything but holy and religious. He was known for robbery and drugs, straying from the path of righteousness. That was the life Noah attached onto, full of crime and fun. Finding his way into juvenile detention, his uncle left him high and dry. No one was there for him anymore. Once he found his way out, he met up with a bunch of kids like him. One of them had the money and power, another had the time and patience, and he had the brilliance. Together they created something complex. An organization. Labelling it The Abandoned, a fitting name for people who had been left in one way or another, the stuck together and made one of the biggest crime rings. Drugs, prostitutes, murder, and gambling. Nothing could stop them, not even the law, and that’s just how Noah liked it.

 

What defined wrong and right? What was just and unjust? Why did society confine people with rules? There was no freedom in this world, not anymore. Everything was defined by morales now-a-days. You can’t do this, you have to be this, don’t even think about doing that. Your sexuality is abnormal, your body isn’t perfect, you aren’t even classified as a human being with these thoughts. People are being brainwashed by the demands of society, allowing themselves to change to what is defined as correct. Maybe murder is illegal, drugs are bad, and people selling themselves is turning them into an object. What right does the world have to say these are wrong? Those are just words spoken by a few men, forcing their opinions on people. In this world, wrong and right doesn’t exist. It’s just a myth.

 

Noah King is what can be considered an average criminal. He dabbles in drugs, plays with dead bodies, and dances into robberies. Normal criminals behave the same, don’t they? Well, this maroon haired criminal was also one of the leaders of a hidden organization. The Abandoned was almost like an urban legend at this point, yet people knew they existed. Maybe they couldn’t be spotted in a crowd, or caught in a crime, they were real. As real as the lies people told on a daily basis. The thing is, they were thorough, ensuring they couldn’t be caught by simple means. What kind of organization let’s themselves fall into the hands of the police without a fair fight? Not them. Not once had they found out. It wasn’t their fault the detectives couldn’t find the smallest of clues they left behind.

 

Noah walked among the dim streets, only lit by a few flickering streetlights. Tonight was one of those special nights. The leader had a target in mind. It was time to play God again, deciding someone else’s fate. At this point, he became indifferent to the sight of blood being spilt. What was another body to him? Nothing, it was absolutely nothing. The first killing is always the worse, and always the best. A loss of innocence, and a change in the mind. A body was just a body, whether dead or alive. There was no point in getting distraught over something so minor.

 

He strolled into the bar with confidence. If he made a statement, people would notice him, surround him, and he’d build his alibis. All it took was a little manipulation, a wave of a hand, and his testimony was solid. That was… Only if he ever got caught. There was no reason for him to mingle if the cops couldn’t properly do their job and catch what they labelled as criminals. He wholeheartedly accepted that title, taking in his actions. Yes, what he was doing was wrong, everything was wrong from the right perspective. Something that is considered pure can turn sinful in a second. All it took was a simple change of mind and something could become wrong in society’s views.

 

Sitting at the bar, his eyes glazed over the crowd, trying to find his target. Nothing, there was no man with their description. Either their information was wrong or the person didn’t show by some mistake. Noah felt beyond irritated. He didn’t like having his plans go wrong. Apparently there wasn’t going to be any blood shed tonight. On the upside, he was near alcohol, to drown his irritation.

 

“This was pointless,” he mumbled, checking over his phone. Who was the mystery target? He’d never know. Someone informed him wrong and they were going to pay. This was his job, it had to be perfect, and now it was being screwed up.

 

Ordering a cocktail, he kept checking over his phone. Looking at the image of the older guy, he kept trying to identify someone with the same looks. From the picture, the guy seemed like a creeper, lurking the dance floors. This was frustrating. He should just leave. If there was no reason to continue looking. Noah was absolutely sure the man was not going to show up. He almost felt deceived, even if it might not be one of his owns fault. Someone had to pay. It was going to be the person who gave him his information.

 

“Maybe I can have some fun instead.” Looking around, instead for someone to play with. Whether that meant murder, passion, or something else, it came after he found his playtoy. He wasn’t going to have come for nothing. Someone had to be worthy of his attention. Someone, someone...

 

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[Morirp]

 

Name: Jordan Higgs

Age: 28

Position: Seke

Species: Human

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 165 lbs

Birthday: October 13

Sexuality: Perpetually single.

 

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Heather blue

Extra: Before becoming a PI he was all suits and nice shirts, but the case revolving around The Abandoned has driven him a little crazy, and his attire has become more erratic.

Personality: Reclusive, and quiet, Jordan is often found studying people or nose deep in a book. He used to be jovial and fun to be around, but his job has impaired his judgement of people and he's become quite cynical.

Likes: Reading, coffee, bourbon, cakes and cooking.

Dislikes: Loud music, childish behavior, things that are too salty, liars, people who disregard the law.

Occupation: Private Investigator.

 

Bio: Jordan had a relatively normal upbringing until someone shot his mother. The trauma sent his world spinning into a life of criminal analysis and forensic science. After working for Crime Scene Investigation at his local precinct for three years he decided to take the solving into his own hands, and became a private investigator. Life was calm and solving puzzles and crimes became his whole existence, until she showed up. A widow who needed him to solve a mystery for him. That was when a great shift in his life happened again, and he got involved with The Abandoned.

 

 

Jordan had spent months working a new angle to try and get in with someone at The Abandoned. That night he'd followed a string of informants that he paid... way too much money, favors and a load of drugs to; all for a seedy bar on the edge of no where. His eyes were like steal, it was the end of a long string of fragmented information. Puzzle pieces that had melted into an image that didn't quite make sense. So he needed to do this, and he needed to do it right. All he had for sure was a name, and a blurry photo of a man with purple hair.

 

I suppose I should look nice tonight...

He looked in the mirror... tired like someone who had been doing the same thing for a little too long. Like he was crazy, repeating the same action expecting a different result. This was different. He showered, and tied back his black hair - it had gotten longer than he usually let it, but he supposed it made him look less official... maybe easier to blend in. He decided on a nice pair of slacks, a white button down, black vest and a blue tie that complimented his eyes.

 

He took a deep breath, arriving at the bar that his informant said a hit was meant to take place at that night. Jordan had made the man aware of the attempt and advised strongly that he stay home. Now the question was should he expose who he was? An investigator looking for a new lead... or play dumb? But this group... dumb was stupid. He'd have to play it cool though, and just go with the flow. Another deep breath, he had to calm his breathing, but this was the closest he'd been since he took on that old bag's request to find her some answers.

 

He got out of his car, his boots hitting the ground with a soft thud before he walked in. The bartender nodded at him, and he walked up, ordering bourbon on the rocks. It would help clam his nerves, and he would make sure not to drink the whole thing. After a long drink he turned and leaned back against the bar. His eyes drifted over the patrons at the bar, focusing only a millisecond on each face, cataloging every detail. The lights, the tables - oak - shiny like the barkeep kept up with them, music - not too loud... still annoying. Faces, two here, three there. Man, dark eyes, light hair - and there it was, purple hair. He let his eyes glaze over his target as if it hadn't caught his attention.

 

Fingers pushed bits of black hair that had fallen free out of his eyes and a drink of bourbon crossed his lips again. He sat down on the stool he sat next to, filtering out the noise of the people around him, or at least trying to. After a few long minutes he took a look at everyone again, this time letting his eyes focus on the man with purple hair just a moment longer than before, looking into the man's eyes. He was attractive, just as tall, but there was something wild about him.

 

Another drink and a slow exhale. Half way through his glass he decided he should stop, but it was enough to help him calm. His breathing was steady, his eyes still taking in the scene. He smiled as a woman and man giggled and wandered past him. Jordan was no young twenty something anymore - jaded - he still liked to see kids having fun though. The only question he was left with now was...

What do I do? Do I approach? Do I wait?

 

He was overthinking it, but at least he wasn't nervous anymore.

[Raychu]

Oh? Noah found someone. Their eyes met and he couldn't help but smile. Normally he looked for people who caught his interest, for some reason, he caught this man's. He would like to blame it on his devilish good looks, that didn't cut it. Rarely did people ever meet his eyes. He didn't know if he intimidated them or if he gave off an untouchable aura. There was something more than his looks. This person glanced over him quite a few times. He noticed this when he was searching for his target. People didn't just glance over him a few times. Once maybe, twice didn't occur. Why was this guy looking at him? Good question. It lacked an answer. He didn't fear the fact he was being noted by this stranger. Maybe it was just a simple interest. Only one way to find out.

 

Ring. Ring. The beeps of his phone conveniently held him up, preventing him from walking over to the man. Looking at the number, he sighed. If he didn't answer this, it'd seem suspicious. At the same time, talking with his "co-workers" wasn't the greatest idea in a public place. Maybe they thought he was alone? No, they couldn't. They lied about his target in the first place. This was just some shitty prank.

 

"Hello babe! Pay me double or I'll give you trouble," he said loudly, making sure this guy could hear him. Even if it was simple interest, he needed to be cautious. It never hurt to be weary. That's why The Abandoned hadn't been found out yet. Taking precautions was never a bad thing, even if he was the most confident man in the organization.

 

"What do you mean? Stop joking around? What is your status," the other man on the phone hissed. Thankfully this wasn't on speaker. If Mr. Interested did listen in, he could only hear a one-sided conversation.

 

"No, no. You said you would be here. You owe me compensation for all the work I did. I even found out the men she's been cheating on you with. Honestly Jace, you have the worst taste in women. She lacks class and ass. Poor sap." This guy better understand that he didn't have time for pointless banter. Speaking in public wasn't going to do him any good.

 

"Understood. You aren't able to talk. Please report to us later." "Jace" hung up, leaving the loud beep in Noah's ear to signal the call had ended. Ending the call, he pouted.

 

"Little shit thinks he can get away without paying. I'll remember this," he hissed at his phone, shoving it in his pants pocket. Play a different role. Noah was great at acting, enough to get out of plenty investigations. This role seemed the most fitting at the moment. Noah just didn't feel right with that stranger looking at him... Playing the informant might secure his ass. He doubted this man would see him again after what the criminal was planning to be a glorious night in bed. Go out with a bang as they say. Oh he was, going out to bang anyway.

 

Downing the rest of his cocktail, Noah stood up, approaching first. He kept his flow and confident stride. Rigid was suspicious. He needed to remain natural. Sitting at the side of the man, he smiled playfully, looking him over with his eyes. Now, what to say that didn't simply state he was a guy here to kill. Well, anything but that exact sentence. He just needed to avoid giving any hints on his real profession. All the informants he met didn't care if people knew. Information was everything to people.

 

"You know, I wouldn't dare come as dressed up as you are, handsome. With the risk of horny teenagers puking their guts out on my nice new outfit. I don't think you have a date either," he commented, continuing to look the man up and down. It was true. Noah dressed up in his normal clothing. Black skinny jeans, a tight long sleeve shirt, and a dark blue jacket to go with. Wearing anything formal near people who could puke on him was insane. He wouldn't waste money like that.

 

"Let me be blunt. You don't seem like you belong in this type of place. At the same time, I can understand coming for a good time. If that's your aim, give me a chance." He winked, giving that devilish smile on his face. It was going smooth. Just a little looking wasn't going to change his attitude. He'd remain cocky and arrogant. Changing demeanor was suspicious. Basically, Noah didn't want to end up on anyone's radar.

[Morirp]

All of his work boiled down to what happened in this room, the view of the bar would be imprinted on him forever, the smoke in the air like ink swirling in water, the smell musky and mossy, like damp woods, and those eyes focused on his own deep, sandy.

 

The phone call was unexpected and in the time that the man chatted - rather loud and honestly a bit like a child - someone had approached him. He smiled, and relaxed a bit; he waved his hand gently as the woman tried to chat him up a bit. Giggling like a school girl, he found it distracting but it was natural in a situation like this that people flirt. He politely declined her offer for a dance but did buy her a drink and spoke with her at length about something boring. In that time his eyes removed from his target, his back turned just slightly with the man. Finally the woman got the point, and she bid him a good bye with a wave and a peck on the cheek. Her perfume was overwhelming and his nose scrunched up just briefly.

 

When he resumed his position leaning against the bar he had missed the conversation the man had had - not that anyone in that group would be stupid enough to talk business in this open of an area. So he simply decided to make himself busy, looking shy - well actually being shy honestly, he was better at the puzzle solving... people just were not his strong point. After a short delay he allowed his eyes to cross over the bar to his target again.

It was only once their eyes had met a second time that he realized...

Thump

How beautiful the other really was, a slight blush touched his cheeks as the cocky individual got up and strode across the bar to him. A deep breath, at least the blush was real, it would likely cover his tracks as an investigator if the man thought he was simply interested in him.

 

A nervous habit, Jordan pulled the tie out of his hair letting it all fall into his face before he pulled it back up. Threads of hair still fell out, not quite long enough, but it felt better to have something to fidget with. When the younger man spoke Jordan couldn't help but rake his eyes over the male, slowly. He swallowed and took another drink from his glass, the stout liquid burning his throat in a familiar way. "You know, I'm starting to see that I'm a little over dressed, but I think I'm also a little older than most of the people here. I just wasn't sure what to wear to something like this... It's not really my scene, but a friend suggested I should try dating again... it's been a while."

 

He shrugged and then drained his glass, something he was originally intending to not do, but he needed the strength since he was feeling a little light headed. He was so close he could touch the man; a darker side of him wanted to beat information from the boy, Jordan was no one to mess with. He'd suffered a kidnapping attempt while he was a CSI and ever since then he'd made sure he would never fall prey to being a victim of anything again. He shifted, leaning his elbow on the bar so he could face the other.

 

Now that they were speaking all of Jordan's nerves were calming, and he was falling into a familiar rhythm of getting information. Establish trust, don't go in all at once the first time, gentle not too eager. "It's a little surprising someone like you would be stood up, I'm sorry, I overheard the first part of your conversation.... You're quite attractive." He bit his bottom lip gently, that had not been a lie, but the perpetually single man was terrible at withholding something best left for gentle flirting. He hoped he wasn't too awkward, but then felt as though it might play to his advantage to seem a bit out of practice in this scene (which he was).

 

His eyes lifted above the man's head focusing for a moment on the swirling smoke before he looked at the bar tender. "I'll buy his next drink." A charming smile bloomed over his face. "I'm sorry, I'm really out of practice... I hope... I'm not being too forward?" Jordan held out his hand, he had already decided on a name to give the man so that he wouldn't be tracked back to his PI service, it had taken several favors but his alias had all the government documents, including a social security number and birth certificate. "I'm Lucas, my friends call me Luke, or Luka." That charming smile didn't fade, waiting to see how the other would recieve him.

[Raychu]

Dating? Noah had to keep himself from laughing. People didn’t come to bars to date. There were only two things they came for, himself included. Alcohol and one night stands. Dating was a foreign word in this place. He’s been here enough times to see there was not much love, just lust. Drink away your worries and get some relief between the sheets. Dating was a good excuse. Still he’d give him the benefit of the doubt. He did seem pretty awkward.

 

“Me? Stood up? That was a horrible joke. He owes me some green paper and got out of it by not showing up. My fault, I tried to be hopeful that he would stick by his word. You just can’t trust people nowadays, can you?” Just like how he couldn’t trust this man. It was dangerous to even consider this man some simple awkward guy looking for love.

 

The situation was hard to explain. This guy wasn’t acting any different, in a sense of the word. He was normal, shy, and keeping that appearance up. Noah wasn’t the greatest judge of character either. Yet there was a tenseness in the air being near this man. A bad idea in the making. Bad was exactly what the criminal did. He knew exactly what he was gambling by playing like this. He’s never lost once. He could continue his winning streak.

 

“No thanks. I make it a habit not to drink too much. I’ve heard I get a little wild when I drink. Don’t want to scare away a potential suitor now,” he purred lowly. He wasn’t drinking because he was sure he would talk. This type of game was old. If this was how this man was going to play, Noah would get bored. Getting their victims drinks to obtain information wasn’t going to cut it with the criminal. He was intelligent, despite other people’s words. In the end, he remained victorious because he was aware of these games.

 

Too forward? No. Noah was the forward kind of guy. Had it been his way with someone that wasn’t causing him to be overly cautious, he’d already be in their laps, getting the show on the road. This… This was plain Jane. Nothing forward about it. He heard about his looks all the time. By this time, Noah knew he was hot, and he would flaunt it like a piece of jewelry.

 

“Lucas, hm? Pleasure to meet you,” he replied, shaking the hand. How was he supposed to react? Give a fake name? No, there was no reason. His record was as clean as a whistle. There was no reason to hide who he was. There was no dirt on him to be found. Currently, he was safe.

 

“Which name do you want from me? Ace or Noah? I respond to both. One is to keep me under the radar, the other is to broadcast my existence to the world. Which one is which?” Lucas[/] wasn’t going to earn anything by just talking. That was for sure. Noah could leak just a tiny bit of information if he got something in return. Something that included him sweating and out of breath by the end of the night.

 

Pulling his hand back, he absentmindedly wiped on his pants, ridding of sweat, germs, and dirt. Noah wasn’t the cleanest of men… Being a murderer and spilling blood just caused him to pick up habits. In this case, it could be bad for him. Wiping his hand could be considered a nervous tick. Why would he be so nervous? Why is he wiping his hand? Too many questions could be formed.

 

“You aren’t just here for dating, are you? I may be young and reckless, I can have my intelligent moments every now and then. There is something you want and I can supply it. You won’t have to spend a single dime, just give me a pleasurable time,” he said with a wink. Keeping a flirtatious smirk, his eyes scanned over the man multiple times, watching for any changes. His expression may have been one thing, but his eyes were another. Like a predator watching his prey. Unfortunately, this man was no prey. More like a lion coming to challenge him for his position in the pride. Noah wouldn’t lose.

[Morirp]

When the other mentioned the joke Jordan laughed quietly. "Oh well, like I said, I had only caught the first part before speaking with a woman who wanted a dance. Besides, its impolite to eaves drop, I was just relishing in my good luck that whoever you were meeting was apparently not going to show up." The comment was smooth as silk. "All I had to do then was get rid of the woman and hope that you would stay long enough for me to work up the courage to approach you... or consume enough bourbon to." He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous move often shown when someone liked someone but didn't know how to approach them about it. "And then you came to me instead..." He shrugged and let his hand fall.

 

When the other spoke of being a suitor he questioned whether the exact meaning was intended, being a marriage proposal, or just a relationship... From what little information he'd gotten this kid was a play boy so it seemed weird that he would speak casually about a long term relationship, maybe a long term fuck buddy. He stayed quiet for a moment. "You don't seem like the type of person to enjoy the pursuit of a suitor, in the classical sense of the word... since you talk about being wild, I didn't assume you liked being tied down."

 

Jordan noticed the wipe, but didn't question it. He was observant and he caught every look and shift that the kid - Noah - managed. Noah's movements were calculated, it was interesting to watch, but where Noah was testing every move Jordan had fallen into a groove of blissful calm. His movements were less ridged as Noah spoke openly about his name. "Hm, really its whatever you would prefer, I think Noah is a nice name but if you'd prefer Ace then I don't mind. Ace... makes me think of a deck of cards." He chuckled softly, it was a warm sound like honey. "Are you the ace of hearts then? Or the ace of spades?" It was a question most poker players would know, a heart breaker or a killer, since the ace of spades was known as the dead man's card.

 

He waved it off as a gentle prod though, nothing too serious. When sex was brought up again Jordan straightened, standing. "Honestly? I prefer dating. I don't like to jump into bed with people I don't know. For me half the stimulation of a good night is a good conversation. Most people find me difficult to talk to, because if you get me rambling about a topic I enjoy I tend to be... enthusiastic. So, I tend to talk over peoples' heads by accident... it's earned me pleanty of nights alone. Perpetually single, I don't often just play around..." He reached up and pushed a strand of maroon hair from the boy's face, tucking it behind his ear. He let smooth fingers brush down Noah's jawline, the back of his index finger caressing his jugular.

 

He bit his bottom lip again, seeming a bit innocent for a bar like this. His next move had to be careful, but it needed to seem effortless. He leaned in, no hesitation and pressed his lips to Noah's ear. "Lets go on a date. I can show you there is more to a night than what happens at the end." His tongue ran from lobe to shell of the other's ear, ending in a sharp bite with what would be an obviously sharp canine. Jordan had relatively sharp teeth, and always had, genetics. He was also a biter, sometimes it was his downfall, often leaving marks all over people he did manage to sleep with.

 

He relished in Noah's smell for a moment as he pulled away, a gentle nonchalant smile resting on his lips. He leaned back against the bar, the original position he'd assumed, waiting for an answer on whether Noah would accompany him on a date. If the man said no, then he'd simply leave him with his number that night. It was simple, he couldn't press for information so quickly, it would seem suspicious, especially since he'd just finished saying he preferred to date. Though, admittedly this was in fact the wrong place to do it, he had an out - if Noah said yes then his gamble of looking for a date at a bar like this would pay off and he would have an excuse. If not then the next few moves would prove tricky.

[Raychu]

“Too bad you passed her up. She’s probably more of a catch than me,” he said with a shrug. Noah actually felt like this was a terrible idea. It was weighing on him that he started this, just stopping was going to lead to some sort of investigation. He loved danger, not when it threatened his lifestyle. Even if he won this gable, it would take more work than usual. Their tracks couldn’t be covered anymore, he needed everything to be clean and erased.

 

“You judged me wrong. I see being tied down means they are restraining me from my daily activities. I’m a loyal guy, I wouldn’t dare cheat, as long as they didn’t restrict me as a person.” Noah was being honest. He could pursue a romance if he really wanted. “For me to have a romance means we need to have a compatibility that doesn’t involve our bodies. That’s extremely rare for me to find someone who matches me.”

 

“Ace of hearts.” Tapping his chin thoughtfully, he shrugged. He could’ve said spades. Either way it wouldn’t have mattered. “I don’t like Noah, it reminds me of my family. I wasn’t the angelic son they hoped for, too bad.”

 

Oh. Lucas was going to be this kind of guy. Romance to get into his pants. Noah could already see they weren’t that compatible. If he accepted, he was going against his morals. If he rejected, he was passing up an opportunity. It was a win-lose situation either way. This guy didn’t need to be any closer than he already was, emotionally that is. Physically, this wasn’t close enough. This was more of a risk if he accepted. What did this guy want from him? This wasn’t going to be an easy target.

 

“Ow! Fuck,” he hissed, wiping his ear with his sleeve. What was this guy? A dog? Pain was okay every now and then, then was not now. There was a slight stinging that quickly faded as soon as it came.

 

“Date? With you? If I accept your offer, do I need to worry about getting bit again? You were doing good until you decided to use your teeth.” He pouted, wiped the rest of saliva remains off his ear. That would’ve been hot had it not turned into a biting session. This guy was lucky he wasn’t a target. Noah killed with purpose. That target was his aim for a reason. Someone had a problem with him in the organization. They kill for a reason, well, sent him to do that dirty work. He didn’t ask questions or complain.

 

“I’m not sure a conversation is much of a turn on for me. Unless it’s dirty talk. You do realize that we probably won’t match intellectually? You seem to be on a different level from me. More mature… I’m childish and immature. Would you still want to take me on a date? I’m not… against it. This most likely won’t be satisfactory for me.” Tapping the counter, his lips became a straight line. The fact Lucas was offering was potentially a problem. Noah could do this. He’d work around whatever plans this man had. Whoever he was.

[Morirp]

Jordan shook his head a little. "No, she wasn't. She used too much perfume and didn't like making eye contact, which means she found me intimidating... I have specific taste in people. Whether they end up as friends with benefits or something greater, I can't stand people who don't have the courage to look a person in the eye." He sighed, and pushed off the counter. This was a circular talk and even he was getting tired of it, so he knew Noah must have been.

 

He disregarded the comment about not being restrained. "If a partner ever restrains you, then they don't appreciate you for who you are. Any attempt to change another person, or to overlook something you consider a flaw is like watching a train wreck in slow motion. If two people can accept their differences... its a whole different animal."

 

He made a mental note to use Ace, but didn't question the other's back story, there would be plenty of time for that later. There was just so much care that had to be placed into every detail. Asking about his parents had too much potential of scaring the other away; so despite honest curiosity he let it go with a simple nod of acknowledgement. He was a little surprised at the response to his bite, Noah seemed like the type that enjoyed playing rough, hm, he'd have to be more careful reading the other.... "Sorry, I get a little toothy when I've got bourbon in me." He shrugged.

 

He listened to the next round of questions, biting, conversation. The boy was, at minimum, interesting, he began wondering how close to the top of the food chain this kid was. He had a strange feel about him, and he was pretty obviously put on edge by Jordan. Perhaps it was best to put some space between them for now. "I'd respect your wishes not to bite, of course. As for being childish, I think you're more mature than you let on. Why else would you approach one of the oldest people in here? The nicest dressed? You have refined tastes for experience, and that is something I can offer you." He stated gently. "But, if you'd rather roll your dice with this motley crew in here, I'll understand." He pulled out a business card, in golden lettering said the name "Lucas Caine PhD; Anthropology" the PhD was really Jordan's, but it was in forensic anthropology. Regardless, he'd had the file name changed, another favor he'd likely regret later - so if someone went looking for his background they would find a true degree with his name and information listed.

 

On the back of the business card was a phone number that went to one Lucas Caine. It was Jordan's spare phone, all registered under the alias. "Call me... if you feel like something better than this." He was the one that winked this time, as he walked out of the bar he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, he could have smoked in the establishment but he didn't like to, it was rude. He'd slipped the bartender his money when he'd paid for that woman's drink, so that wasn't an issue as he left.

[Raychu]

Call if he felt like something better than this? His world was perfect. The people here, endless meals to devour, that was all he needed… Damn. These people weren’t satisfactory enough for him. Had this been five minutes earlier, he wouldn’t being questioning the way he did things, or the people he slept with. Most of the people he slept with lacked experience, and he was left to do all the work. Rarely did someone truly satisfy him. Of course, he wouldn’t remember any of that if he was drunk off his ass.

 

Setting the business card on the counter, he tried to set it on fire with his stare. Noah didn’t have the heart to just rip it in half, this had information on this man. He couldn’t deny that he felt an urge to call him as well. No, this wasn’t going to go this man’s way. He wouldn’t call. He’d been living just fine with his mediocre night stands. Dating was out of the question with this man. He wasn’t up his alley in that way. Due to the main fact that he wasn’t exactly clean of crimes, and he was sure he’d be restrained, like the way he hated.

 

Noah slid the card into his wallet, and began to down as much alcohol as he could before his stomach forced him to vomit it back up. One of the men who knew him personally, called him a taxi home. The next morning he was in absolutely no shape to do anything. His room, or what could be considered a room, remained at black at the night. Bottles of water scattered throughout the room to keep hydrated. Pain pills just in case his headache became too terrible. He blamed this on Lucas. Sure, the guy didn’t force him to drink, he was the source of his problems that night. It was obviously his fault.

 

The entire week consisted of this mystery bar man. Noah, himself, was doing intense background research on him. Nothing, there was nothing he had on Lucas. Everything he said was a true as could be. He would take this as an answer… This just didn’t feel right. Something was off about this man and he couldn’t put his finger on it. Everything was driving him insane. He wanted answers and that involved contacting this man. Calling Lucas was like he was forfeiting this unspoken game. Noah hated losing.

 

“Ace, you’ve been stressed out lately, is something bothering you? You can always talk to me about it?” Mila was one of the other leaders of this organization. Her speciality was acquiring the targets, hacking into government networks, and keeping her prostitution ring under wraps. If there was anything they needed, she was their source of information. Far from an informant though. Even if you waved a million dollars in her face, she wouldn’t sell anyone out.

 

“Bothering me? Cute. I’m feeling as wonderful as ever!” He gave an exaggerated smile. Mila wasn’t involved with this. If he was, his ass would be on the line. There was only one way out of this “group.” That was murder. If he was caught playing around like this, he’d be forcibly kicked out, and sent to his grave.

 

“Fine, don’t tell me. You have to act cool and remain emotionless about your problems. Go ahead and pretend we haven’t been close friends for most of your career. Excuse me for worrying about one of my cohorts. Jesus, just drink away your problems. That really works, doesn’t it?” Mila was always over emotional. What was it with women? Why did they have to act so offended when they didn’t get their way? Noah decided to leave it alone, yet she pushed. She was great in bed, crazy in the head.

 

“Stop throwing a tantrum. Sometimes, you’re worse than me, and apparently I’m horrible. Let it go. Some dick bit me, asked me on a date, a whole lot of things. Too much to explain. I’m letting it go,” he hissed. Bringing up Lucas was a sensitive topic. He swore on his victim’s graves that this man had something on him. Maybe paranoia kicked in to it’s max.

 

“You mean a source of sex?” Mila was obviously confused by the vague explanation. Noah couldn’t help clarify anymore. This should be enough.

 

“No, a source of frustration. Please, don’t ask anymore. It was over before it started anyway.” Though Mila continued to try and pry, he finally shooed her off, resisting the urge to smack her down like some bug. Women pried too much. What he did in his person time was his business alone. People needed to keep their noses out of it. Especially Mila. He wasn’t going to call the anyway…

 

Noah swore on his own grave he wasn’t going to call. No, instead here he was, staring at the number he dialed in on his smartphone. He used one of the many he had, this one being clear of any suspicious contacts. Currently, he was facing an internal conflict. Call or don’t call. Was a date all that bad? Yes, yes it was.

 

The criminal was pissed off. He was wrapped around this guy’s pinky finger, being waved around like a puppet. It was up to him to make the first move and he was. He lost this game. Was this even a game? Everything in his life was a game. Playing with people’s lives was a game. Well, he needed to call now or never.

 

Pressing the dial button, he put the phone to his ear, keeping his breaths calm and steady. He wasn’t using this for anything besides answers. No sex offers would be involved this time. Lucas might have been his type in the look department, not in the personality. Noah just felt like the pack leader being challenged by some lone wolf. Being bit was almost like the man asserting his position. He didn’t like it one bit. He wanted to remain on his high horse, not be pulled off by a random man in a bar. Lucas wasn’t compatible with him. They would be like cats and dogs. Fighting constantly, he could feel this.

[Morirp]

Jordan's week was fairly uneventful. It was full of appointments and working on other cases. The Abandon was a career he could write a book on, but it didn't pay the bills until the pages were writen - as such without information to give the widow who had hired him, there was no payment from that part of his business. So to make money he did consulting work with the local police department, and CSI lab, as well as smaller - easier - PI jobs that included things like cheating partners where he just had to follow them and find out what they were up to.

 

Despite staying busy Jordan was often thinking about Noah, and not just in business related ways. He wasn't sure if he would ever call, it had been a gamble that he was desperate to have not become a huge mistake. Now he couldn't get his mind to calm down about it. The offer of a night in the sack with the kid had almost been undeniable, but you didn't set up an informant network if you didn't know how to get people to trust you. Still, the thought of denying it was causing his stomach to hurt, after all, it had been a while.

 

In the end he forced himself to be understanding of his own decision to put off until having a date. A date usually meant you wanted something longer than just a single night. The day that he received the phone call from Ace, he had almost left the phone for Lucas at home; but he'd grabbed it at the last minute. Jordan spent the day consulting with a police department regarding a drug bust and whether things might go as planned or if they should suspect something was up.

 

He was out when the phone rang, his black hair down and in a more relaxed outfit of pants and a white tee-shirt, he had gone after consulting to meet with a friend for coffee. They talked briefly about what Jordan was doing, and he admitted that he couldn't say much because it was dangerous. His friend laughed but nodded, no one had expected Jordan to be the one to grow up and have a dangerous job. It was a joke that he was like a spy. It was a bit frustrating because he felt obligated to remind people that he did not, in fact, report to a government. Halfway through a talk about some discovery made in the physics department at their old university his phone went off, he looked at his first phone - then realized it was the phone he kept for Lucas.

 

He eyed the number, not wanting to answer it too quickly but not wanting send it to voicemail. He finally pushed the button to connect the call. He looked at his friend, "I'm sorry, I've got to take this, just give me a minute."; Derek just nodded "Sure thing."

 

Jordan put the phone to his ear. "This is Dr. Lucas Caine." It got an immediate look of shock from his friend - but the man didn't question it, at least for now. It was a very formal greeting but he thought it would be best to perpetuate that appearance.

[Raychu]

Oh. Lucas picked up. Noah was wishing that he would've just let it go to voicemail. The answer would've been a definite no if it had. Instead the older man picked up and now he had to continue through with his decision. Regret and anger. Those were the feelings that were swallowing him up. He regretted his choice to take up the offer on the date. He was angry because Lucas had him eating a carrot out of the palm of his hand. Nothing was worse than someone else having control over him and his decisions. Noah knew this was a poor decision and he still decided to play the game.

 

"How proper of you," he said teasingly, only to choke up. His free hand tapped on his leg anxiously. Was this really the right thing to do? Answers were important. He had to properly choose his words this time if he wanted some serious answers. Sex was out of the question. He only slept with people who meant nothing or something to him. Lucas fit into neither of those categories.

 

"Are you still up for taking someone like me on a date? I'd be glad to accept this time. Name a time and place, promise I'll be there." His voice was nice and smooth, nothing to hint that he was off from the first time they met. Letting Lucas realize he wasn't acting normal was a fatal mistake. Noah just needed to be himself and not be himself at the same time. Complicated.

 

Letting out a few quiet breaths, his nerves calmed. Nothing was scary about this. Not a single thing. Lucas was insignificant to his position in the organization. There was nothing the man had on him that could compromise his situation. Noah was off scot-free for now and ever. This was senseless paranoia causing him distress. Everything would work out fine. A little fun never hurt anybody, especially not Noah.

 

"I still believe we aren't a good match. You are way out of my league. Maybe that's why I'm accepting this time around. I like going for people who are on a different level," he purred slightly. He leaned against the wall, running his fingers through his hair. He wasn't technically lying. Noah did like going for the people who were on another level from him, just so he could tear them down, and bring himself up. Many times people acted like they were too good for him, in the end, it all came back to sleeping with them. People couldn't resist Noah because he was irresistible. Said by them, not him.