((stay and hide with me ||raven|| ))

[AIDYN CHARLES MAKRIS]

I'VE GOT MORE WIT, A BETTER KISS
a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you'll ever meet

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his fingers clamped about the metal handle, pushing the heavy door open in what was an altogether aggressive manner...oh how he hated this place...the walls that seemed to have been painted over multiple times in a stark, white hue...obscuring grotesque stains and masking all signs of what had been an undeniably torturous past. yes, although he had no idea as to how he had gotten here and just why he'd woken up within the confines of these seemingly sterile walls, aidyn makris was quite sure that things here could not possibly be right.

there was an ominousness to the winding hallways and an irritatingly secretive manner to the staff...and all the while his body was beginning to feel more and more strange...pains erupting in various places beneath his skin...within the marrow of his bones and throughout the rippling waves of muscle. every once in a while he would find himself disoriented, and it would only heighten his sense of fury and coursing irritation...he wanted freedom...to escape back to new york, or one day open his eyes to find this whole place had been nothing but some unwelcome nightmare. he wanted the buzz of nightlife, and the comfort of knowing that he could get his fix of fuck-ups around any given corner.

slowly, he moved himself into the common room, lips drawn into something quite close to a snarl as he recognized the place was disappointingly empty...there was a long window positioned against the back wall with curtains that looked as though they had been permanently drawn shut...only the faintest touch of sunlight was able to wander past the barrier of thick ochre material, and shadows rested in every corner as though Gloom had split itself apart in order to settle along every tainted wall.

aidyn scowled and threw himself roughly onto one of the stiff sofas, the aches within his system intensifying considerably with the motion...he lay there limp upon the cushions, breathing shallow while a growl erupted at the stem of his throat, tearing out into the stagnant air while the bitterness of being alone hit him like a heavy weight. never in his life had aidyn been alone...he had always been among a crowd of others, pulling all attention towards himself with a single shift of his stance or the slightest of purring words...

the room remained silent for a few minutes, but gradually his ears became increasingly conscious of the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and his limp head perked upward slightly, body unconsciously erupting in its usual longing surge for attention...hazel eyes glinted in the darkness...intrigued and yet slightly desperate...he could only hope that whomever was in the hall would come wandering beyond this door and pay him some much-needed company.

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tags:: raven, kirstie!
status:: completed
word count:: 456
credit:: lyrics by panic! at the disco, template by me
listen to:: blaqk audio's "the ligature"
notes:: omg..sorry its so short and borrrring...first posts always arent the best for mee xD

[RAVEN JASE WILLIAMS]

bellafields. this had been raven's home for six years now, ever since he'd been brought in as a troubled twelve year old spoiling for a fight. he still remembered that day like it was yesterday, walking in through the gates and realising he was not in yet another young offenders institute, but some sort of medical facility. he had kicked up holy hell, his street fighting kicking into gear, turning a seemingly ordinary but lanky twelve year old into a vicious brawler capable of murder. after all, he was already a murderer; the police just didn't know that. he was in a juvenile detention center for grievious bodily harm whilst carrying out a robbery, not murder. but raven really was capable of anything, a fact which had become clear over the next four years as he transformed, his body contorting, bones bursting through his body as his skin tried to build up some form of elasticity for his shape shifting. raven was probably larger than even the ordinary raven birds, which were actually huge. well, all of his human bones had to go somewhere, even if they had hollowed and shrunk, meaning that he actually had thinner bones than the average human - that's why his bones no longer burst through his flesh. regardless of what actually happened to him, one thing was clear - with this transformation had come a keener sense of predatory instinct, the need to dominate and humiliate, to assert his position over anyone and anything which crossed his path. he'd raped, stabbed and clawed his way to a position of fear amongst his fellow 'students' and even the staff, who now pretty much stayed out of his business as long as he didn't interfere in their work. it wasn't like they actually cared about their students, simply if one of their experiments got damaged.

he loathed how monotonous things got around here when you were an alumni, he was taking higher classes out of sheer boredom, though he was skipping them right now. it was always the most interesting months in september/october time when the new students were arriving. he prided himself on being the first to fuck them, or fuck them up. so far, he wasn't doing too bad; two screws, one rape, one beating and about three little new kids with their minds twisted round raven's little finger - a fitting way to describe how bad he was messing them up, considering the fact raven's pinky finger had been dislocated so often it now sat at a rather odd, but not grotesque angle. either way, the euphemism was highly appropriate. the tall boy paused in the hallway, pulling a cigarette from the packet within his pocket without removing the cardboard from its confines within the denim which barely lifted from the skin of his legs. raven was still fairly lanky, even in his adult state. he gave off the air of daring someone to underestimate him, the tattoos adorning his arms some sort of statement that he was wrapped up in layers, mental, physical and masking.

the truth was that raven was an extremely exasperating and irritating individual, cocksure and arrogant, sadistic and violent. he loved to hurt people and was almost totally unaffected when they retorted, almost like he had an iron wall barricading his emotions from other people. if you looked into his eyes, you would probably expect there to be some sign of vacant depression, detachment from the real world, but there was nothing like that. what you would see in raven's eyes was a form of deep intelligence veiled in twinkling malice which waited to leap to the surface and attack, brutal and uncaring. quite apart from this, raven was over sexual and would fuck anyone he found attractive whether they wanted to or not - unless he could tell instantly not to mess with them. he wasn't stupid.

for some reason, raven found himself traipsing down the corridor to the common room he often frequented, even though it was usually empty at this time of day. he pushed open the door and was surprised to find an occupant there. the kind of occupant you just had to let your gaze trawl over languidly, taking in every speck of angled perfection which led only to one conclusion in your already over-active lust center: bloody hell, he's hot. a small smirk tugged at the corners of raven's lips as he crossed over to the sofa, deliberately taking the seat closest to aidyn even though there was another one further away from him. when he spoke, his voice was soft, almost a seductive timbre.

"got a light?" he asked, placing the cigarette he had earlier plucked from his pocket between his lips, the soft flesh there pursed deliberately in a way which suggested he was well accustomed to placing objects between them. raven grinned lopsidedly around the white stick, casting another lingering and suggestive look over aidyn, his eyebrow perking. fun.

status;; complete =)
wordcount;; eighthundredandfortysix.
tagged;; aidyn, dani! <3
credits;; lyrics to three days grace, template/graphics by me =3
music;; time of dying - three days grace
notes;; yay aidyn/raven. SEXUAL! <3

[AIDYN CHARLES MAKRIS]

I'VE GOT MORE WIT, A BETTER KISS
a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you'll ever meet

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immediately, a faint glow from the corridor met his gaze, and he shifted slightly against the sofa, a kind of hunger creeping steadily across his arrogant visage...there was a boy standing there, his form nothing but a lank silhouette against the light of the hallway, and aidyn scrutinized him thoroughly in a single sweeping glance, his mind's eye filling in every shadowed crevasse.

he watched in a bemused sort of way, eyelids partially lowered, as the other stepped into the room and took a seat rather near to where his body lay draped upon the cushions. his semi-full lips immediately flickered into the faintest of smirks as the dim light from the outside world washed over his companion...revealing every feature in much more detail than the light streaming in from the corridor had provided. he was perhaps a little taller than aidyn, with a sheet of dark hair surrounding a strong jaw and a smooth countenance. his body was seemingly thin too, but aidyn suspected there was a fair deal of muscle there, as well...all masked beneath a single layer of clothing...

hazel eyes flashed again with interest, and he flexed his limbs out slightly despite the pain it was causing him to move. god, one look at the kid and his desires were back like electricity streaming through every vein...muting all other senses and crashing upon his brain in a sudden storm of lust.

it had been this way every night that he could remember...since he'd turned fifteen, when the shock of performing and exposing himself had died down and his mind had begun embracing the constant thrill of reckless living. since he'd dropped the mere title of juvenile delinquent and taken on the much more thrilling name of shameless stripper.

every night there had been someone...someone that his shrewd eyes would lock upon from his place on the stage...someone whose mere appearance sent that shuddering sensation of lust through his body and forced his dirty mind into fantasies while he slid layers of clothing away from his skin...

of course, now the club in which he'd spent half of his life was so very far away...but this didn't prevent aidyn from feeling those reeling urges that had so fully engrained themselves within his system...in a sense, he'd become much more animalistic over the years so that he acted on pure instinct more than anything else...but there was certainly a center for calculation in him somewhere...a slyness that sought to see beyond lies and reveal truths.

he watched as the other boy withdrew a cigarette from his pocket and brought it upward toward his lips.
"got a light?" he'd asked, and aidyn snaked a hand into his own tight pocket, unconsciously sliding the waistline of his dark jeans down a notch or so in the process...usually he kept a lighter there, pressed snugly against his right thigh along with a couple of cigarettes that he only smoked when he was in a rage or else overly anxious...but now it was irritatingly absent, and he surmised that the scientists must have seen to it that it was confiscated before he'd regained consciousness...because fire was a weapon...a tool to be used, and he was new here and hungry for escape...no, they wouldn't want him armed with anything, even something as seemingly simple as a lighter.

"shit...no i don't..." he growled in response to raven's question, gazing back over at the boy and wondering how in the world he'd been able to get his hands on a cigarette...perhaps he'd been here longer...perhaps the doctors had come to trust him...because there was no way possible that objects of that manner could've been smuggled in...security was far too tight for something like that, even for the most stealthy of criminals...and surely the doctors wouldn't want their precious subjects tainting their bodies with outside substances...

he'd been about to let out a prolonged and irritated sigh when aidyn recognized just how long raven had been holding his lips to the tip of the cigarette...as though it were something far more enticing...something that provided far more sensual gratification.

another smirk wandered its way to his lips, and aidyn found himself inching closer to the other boy, his desires truly ignited now at the sight of that curved mouth and the very thought of what else he might be able to force between those pursed lips. dammit...raven really was attractive, and he suddenly wanted more than anything to dominate him...to feel the breath hitch drastically in his throat and to revive the pleasures he'd seemingly left behind in new york.

"you know how fucking to suck it, don't you baby?" he asked with a wicked grin, eyes fixed like those of a predator longing desperately to pounce upon its prey.

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tags:: raven, kirstie!
status:: completed
word count:: 787
credit:: lyrics by panic! at the disco, template by me
listen to:: blaqk audio's "the ligature"
notes:: o,.,o they be sexy xD <3

[RAVEN JASE WILLIAMS]

raven couldn't quite figure out why it was dark in the room, but it gave him a clear advantage as he was perfectly capable of seeing in the dark. it had been one of his mutations; he didn't require even the smallest amount of light to see, but it was always a bonus. one thing was for sure, he could clearly see aidyn in more definition than the other boy could see him. it was plain to see in the way that the other's face screwed up in such a stereotypical way to see him that little better. raven did nothing to make his life any easier, staying in his position by the door for one breath, two, before walking into the room and taking up position so close to the form he had already decided to hit on.

such coarse words, to say the least, but they were nonetheless apt. 'hit on' was exactly what raven did. if he didn't get his way through normal advances, he was perfectly capable of forcing himself on another being with little to no regard for their personal emotional and physical wellbeing. why should he care as long as his needs were fulfilled? unfortunately for many of his victims, his intrusion into their bodies and heads came with the startling realisation that raven only moaned louder when they screamed, his lust for sadism as potent as his need for sex, if not more so. what raven really craved was a masochist who could satisfy his needs - if he was ever to settle down, that would be a requirement unless, of course, the doctors managed to cure him of this affliction which had been with him since the early days of his childhood, when he had been stuck with an adoptive family with the worst disease of all : poverty.

he had already scanned aidyn's features, but he found his gaze travelling appreciatively over the remainder of the other boy's body, taking in his ever so slightly smaller stature, his clearly well defined upper body strength. of course, raven's over vivid imagination could already visualise that body writhing beneath him in pleasure with such startling clarity that the onyx-haired boy was forced to flick his tongue across his suddenly parched lips. had he been a better judge of body language, he would have noticed the lustful dialation of aidyn's pupils, but he missed it, his attention instead grabbed by the movement of his limbs. he almost reached out to touch the flesh there but caught himself in time. he wasn't one who couldn't resist his urges if it could jeapordise something particularly interesting.

when it came down to it, though, there was rarely anything which could keep raven from taking exactly what he wanted. 'no' was not a word he recognised in his vocabulary. coming from such an underpriviliged background, he learned to provide for himself those things which people told him he couldn't have through robbery, blackmail and violence. that's just who he was. not many people liked him for it and he could care less. friendship was optional. even those he called 'friends' were nothing more than acquaintances he chose not to stab or otherwise attack on any given day. he fully believed in stabbing someone else in the back before they got you. he trusted no one and used everyone. the only real word for him was asshole, a title he would shrug off and laugh at because he was well aware of how true it was and every time someone called him it, it simply meant he was doing his job well.

the truth was, raven enjoyed keeping people at a distance. they were too busy shouting at him for being an asshole and spending no time on deeper subjects like what made him the way he was. no, raven did not enjoy talking about himself. he would boast about his prowess, tease with his body, but when it came down to those deep dark little secrets, raven chose not to divulge information. he liked people hating him; he didn't want anyone coating his behaviour in a blanket of sympathy and understanding. he never really got lonely, because he refused to think emotionally about anything. he was almost switched off to emotions like sadness and concern. almost everything was met with a facade of apathy, indifference to the plights of others around him, whether they be mutating horrifically in front of his very eye or even dying. why should he care? he had grown up in the knowledge that people died, often in horrific ways. he had even caused a few deaths in his young life. it meant nothing to him.

one area where raven was very much alive was sexually. he had earned himself the title of 'sexual deviant' years ago with the staff when they brought in his trussed up victims of his latest sexual fetish. he couldn't help that. he simply couldn't allow the one thing which made him feel anything at all to become boring, stale. he was constantly inventing new quirks and methods to get himself off, ranging from sensory deprivation to downright sadistic mutilation of his partner. the latter had been a fad long since discontinued ever since he he had discovered that the rate he went through partners, it left the hospital wing over capacity and his pickings decidedly pitiful for his next fuck.

raven couldn't resist cracking a lopsided smile around his cigarette as aidyn's hand delved into the depths of his pocket, dark eyes flicking lustfully to the new exposure of soft flesh which just screamed at him to be touched, explored. his hand almost physically convulsed in need, but he quelled the urge as soon as it arose, instead simply allowing his lips to remain curved around the stick between them, gaze fully unconcerned as aidyn admitted to not having a lighter. in truth, raven had his own lighter nestled safely in his pocket; he had his sources for gaining both fire and smoke, if you grabbed the meaning.

he watched the dawning of realisation awaken on aidyn's face and grinned again, a daredevil smirk as he slipped his lighter out of his pocket and lit his cigarette, though he wasn't particularly bothered about his smoke anymore, it was merely a stalling tactic to see exactly how much aidyn wanted him. inhaling deeply, he let the smoke roll around his mouth, almost feeling its swirling caress across his tongue before parting his lips in a small 'o' shape and exhaling the white mist slightly to the side of aidyn. he wasn't stupid enough to blow it in his face, that would entirely ruin his viewing pleasure of the other boy's sensual features.

then, aidyn's voice rang out into the darkened room once more, richer and more full of purpose than before. it was clear just from his tone that he knew the game now, knew how to play it; raven was glad, so glad, that he had found an opponent who was more than a pawn. the dominance in the other boy's voice was so commanding that raven's eyes flickered lustfully, a quick dialation of black on black, entirely unnoticeable, though the way his cigarette stopped halfway on its return to his mouth was anything but inconspicuous. he moved it away again to flick ash on the floor, almost as if the motion had been his intended act all along. he kept his gaze fixed firmly on aidyn's, the tension between them so thick he could imagine grabbing it and snapping it like a bone, the feeling which accompanied this movement more pleasureable than painful.

he weighed his answer carefully, or at least pretended to, his voice coming out as a low, deliberate growl which demanded gratification. "of course, and when i'm done you'll be a master at screaming." cocky, arrogant; raven was both, but he never pretended otherwise. if there was one thing he knew how to do well, it was making someone cum. even when he raped people, he could make their bodies betray them into that final release.

and he loved it.

status;; complete =)
wordcount;; onethousandthreehundredandeightyfour.
tagged;; aidyn, dani! <3
credits;; lyrics to three days grace, template/graphics by me =3
music;;take me under - three days grace
notes;; rowwwr. sorry it took so long; unexpected delays. and general laziness. >.> ily! <33