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[thread] - here we stand 
27th-Jan-2008 09:31 am
you and me and the devil makes three
Who: Heine Rammsteiner [bulletdog], Beyond Birthday [imitates] [closed]
Where: Some Motel in town
When: [27/01/2008] [4:39 PM]
What: Heine and Beyond get together?
Rating: Dunno!

Hah. So he was forgiven for his sins. Heine wasn't exactly sure what he was confessing to- if he felt it was really a sin. He really didn't. Maybe he just wanted to let it be known. That the professor failed. That even if he was a monster, a lab rat, a disgusting creation.. he could still understand what was human. As dysfunctional, or warped as that understanding might be. He could over come it. Control it.

That made him smiled vaguely.

Snowy boots made their way up the stairs to the hotel room on the second floor. No one was following him. Last he saw Mello was still in the church with Bishop. Avoiding him which was funny because he hadn't been on campus for quite some time. He just did what he needed to do to cover his ass from breaching those contracts. It didn't seem to matter what he did or where he was. Freedom didn't honestly exist.

Nonetheless he took the key from his back pocket and opened the door.
27th-Jan-2008 02:52 pm (UTC)
B was sprawled out on the bed, arms spread out and feet hanging off the edge. He'd kicked his boots off but his black jeans were soaked from the walk home. He was too lazy to change, though. He himself had only just arrived about fifteen minutes earlier and was working up the will to get his lazy ass into the shower.

Now that Heine had arrived, it seemed the shower would be further delayed. Not that he minded. B forced himself to sit up as the other entered, a sleepy but wide grin spreading over his lips.

"Welcome home, honey," he cooed in a tone that was only half-sarcastic.
27th-Jan-2008 06:27 pm (UTC)
He closed the door behind him and knocked the snow from his boots behind the door. It was freezing out there and it looked like he got inside just in time. Hues shifted to the window where all he could see was white. Another blizzard. He hated the weather here. He really did. However - Heine shook the snow from the wild lightly damp locks of hair - he didn't hate being trapped inside with Beyond.

A small smile flaunted pale lips when he heard the half sarcastic coo. It was nice to hear that voice. He could never really get tired of it. Heine pushed aside the key card onto the table taking off his long vinyl coat and setting it over a chair. A simply black button down underneath, as always two pistols at the back-side of his waist. Tight leather bound around his thighs and legs. Shaded glasses hid his sensative reds; but black gloved fingers tipped them off to side with the key. The light in the room was dim enough to not hurt them.

Mm, he wanted coffee. The albino moved forward towards the end of the bed where the other man was laying casually. His nose dipped down to the nook of the boys neck inhaling his scent. There was blood, there was always blood for one reason or another. Strawberries, as always, and the natural scent of his body. A light scent contrasting his own. He always smelled so good.

"You seem tired," he whispered withdrawing after a gentle brush of his lips against the lope of B's ear, "coffee?"
27th-Jan-2008 10:27 pm (UTC)
He loved it when Heine was close like this. A shiver ran through him and it had nothing to do with the cold. B tipped his head up, lips still set in that naturally wild smile. "Sure," he purred. "I could use some."

It had been a long day. He'd had to hop on a bus at some ungodly hour of the morning to go three counties over and kill a serial rapist who was living in some shack in the middle of nowhere. Who knew when they'd find the body, but it was messy work. He'd gone in there wearing an apron, though, like some housewife ready to bake cookies. Only not really. It had kept most of the blood off his clothes but of course the smell was there.

"I need to shower," he mumbled, finally peeling his jacket off. It was Heine's jacket, actually. He didn't have any of his own clothes yet, but Heine's stuff looked better on his spindly body than L's clothes did.
28th-Jan-2008 01:09 am (UTC)
Murder wasn't really a taboo topic between the two. It was like casual conversation a family would have at the diningroom table - if he knew what that was like which he didn't - but the topic of such a thing wasn't obscure, and wasn't hidden, or secret, or unappropriate. It was almost expected from both of them: murder.

He clicked the heel of his boot on the side of the doorframe entering the washroom, "did I miss anything interesting?"

The water ran as he filled the small coffee pot. As a traditional standard every motel no matter the condition had a coffee pot. This motel wasn't luxury but it actually wasn't that bad. it was fair sized with a large king sized bed, a couch, a table and chairs, large dresser. Had television, cable, internet, coffee, a resteraunt, pool, exercize room, and room service at any time, and vending machines if you opened the door for the hallway on the other side of the room near the bathroom where he was now. They paid biweekly- 300, so that was 600 a month.

Not bad, really.

Setting the pot up he tipped his head over the edge of the wall to look at the other. One brow lofted at his muttering, "need a hand with that?" Heine said in a similar half sarcastic tone as Beyond greeted him with, "wore yourself out, huh?"
28th-Jan-2008 05:05 am (UTC)
"I had a job out in Yuma," B replied as he began to wriggle out of his tight black sweater. Ugly purple bruises were scattered across his chest where it looked like someone had been hitting him with fists. It was nothing serious, but B was forced to move a little more slowly. He tossed the sweater aside and ambled over to Heine. "Tricky violent fucker. Big, too. But I took him down. You should have seen me, Heine.

"I was like this--" He took hold of Heine's shoulders firmly. "--and he was punching me and I went like--" He hopped up so that both of his legs encircled Heine's waist.

"And then I got him." One fist made a gesture like a knife stabbing Heine in the ribs, but then that hand slid up over Heine's chest and back to the other's shoulder. B continued to hang off of him like some kind of monkey, but he weighed next to nothing. Not exactly a burden.

Murder was typical, but B still hadn't told Heine about his deal with Mikami. It wasn't that it was a secret, exactly. He just hadn't thought of the right way to bring it up without making Heine angry. He'd mentioned something about killing for hire earlier but he hadn't gone into detail.

"I wouldn't mind a little help," he added, running his lips along Heine's collarbone.
29th-Jan-2008 12:59 am (UTC)
Yuma, he contemplated that with a tip of his head. That was out in nowhere wasn't it. Like seriously no where. Where all the bad one's lived typically. He snorted stepping out from the doorframe hanging loosly from the side of the frame where fingers curled around it.

"Oh yeah?"

Heine smirked a little watching the other. He never really felt comfortable close to people like this. He felt comfortable here. It was new, really. How could he not be healing than. Putting past in the past finally -- somewhat. Heine smiled at the psuedo stimulation of what happened. An arm draped over Beyond's one shoulder. The other brushed back a few black locks.

"I'm sorry I missed it," he paused bringing that hand which brushed by a few locks of black to wrap around his waist and step backwards.

"That so?"
29th-Jan-2008 01:32 am (UTC)
B let his bare feet drop to the floor again and he pushed closer to Heine, a slender half-naked body leaning sensually against the other. Pale lips brushed a kiss against the bandages of Heine's neck, then parted to murmur, "I hate showering alone. I need a distraction from all the ugly."

Oh how he hated to see his own body. Whenever he looked at it, he thought of how inferior it was compared to L's. It was bad enough that he had to see his own face in the mirror when he was clothed. Makeup and hair dye could only do so much.

B's fingers slid down and then crept under the cloth of Heine's shirt, slowly rising again to feel bare skin and muscles... Heine was so much stronger than he looked at a glance. B loved that.

"We haven't gotten much time together, have we?" he sighed. "After all you've done for me, I haven't been very attentive at all..."
29th-Jan-2008 08:49 pm (UTC)
Lips pursed at the words. He could argue it but he wouldn't. It wasn't that he agreed because he certainly didn't but Heine just knew what that was like. Hating yourself and everything about yourself. Unable to even bare to look at your reflection. His hatred was more inwards than surface, less surface, but it was there. Didn't matter so much here; that or he didn't care so much.

A finger curled around a black lock of hair breathing in the scent of Beyond's in such proximity. He tipped his head forward placing his forhead against the others letting those fingers wonder. A few scars scattered over his body. Strong, but definately one well used.

"Mm," he let that question linger fo a moment thumbing down his side with the other hand, "we haven't, but we can make up for it."
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