... Never Been Kissed..., ... Virgin to Touch...

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Winding his way through the luxurious passages ways of the Aristocracy, Ardanien Jelore paused for a moment, as he reaches two rose-wood doors... auburn eyes washing over the title embellished there.. and where was he even heading? Th first Leader.. he was his own fledgling.. a man so beautiful, that it made him ache to even look upon him. Julien D`Lorve.. he had been a mere twenty one years of age when he had taken him.. taken him, but loved him. Indeed, Ardan had given him all he could.. though that had never been enough for Julien.. within a few years, the blonde's sadistic ways had shone through..

Shaking his head a little, Ardan began to back away from the door, dark hair glimmering in the dim torchlight.. he could hardly go in.. not go in and face that.. turning on his heel, the Spaniard began to wander along the Office corridors, aware only of the faint hum of words behind those closed doors... bargains being made... lies being woven.. the Offices were hardly a place for those pure of heart.. so many lives had been taken, by merely a few words scrawled upon parchment.. poison pen letters, indeed.. this place was Hell, hidden behind a facade of luxury.

Wine-red robes swayed gently, with each preternatural movement, a ray of light illuminating features so innocent, that he seemed the perfect image of choir-boy beauty.. indeed it was so.. a virgin, even unto the end of time, that was what Ardan had been proclaimed... but was it what he truly wished for? He had been in his late twenties when sired... though he still seemed as fair as a young boy.. now... he had lived over four centuries as a chaste virgin... what did it feel like to kiss? He may never know..
... did he even want to?

[The Superstar™]

There wasn't much he could do on mornings such as this dreary one but creep around places he know he shouldn't be. It; the infamous offices, became a rather enjoyable haunt for people such as Brody, though he knew all too well that even the slightest noise could trigger the opening of a door and the end of his "immortal" life. Did he care? Hell no but it was quite fun becoming the scared facade of his younger, dead brother while taking bites of his blueberry muffin.

As he ate and walked with feline-like grace, Broderick's mind began to wander and ultimately rethinking his entire existence. Why was he even sired by his Kristian..and...what the fuck was he doing in this shit hole. He believed -- maybe -- that he came here for the comfort of being around other supernatural beings, or was it his everlasting teenage hormones that plagued him into staying because, erm, there was alot of hot eye candy? Either way, he was here and under the leadership of a blood thirsty slut, no pun intended.

Finally focusing on his muffin and shunning everything away and out, Brody lowers his head, totally ignoring the figure that he was actually about to collide into. I mean, what? He was suppose to be so careful about letting anyone know that he traveled these halls but today, he slipped. Chest to chest, he collided with Ardan. His oily muffin that hanged from his mouth now smushed onto both of the handsome male's faces. "Thought you might be hungry.."
[hope it's alright that I post here..]

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Drifting his way through the corridor, Ardan was lost in another world of dreams.. though, what else could be expected of him? It was all he had ever truly had.. dreams.. poetry, and painting, were things upon which he thrived.
Long fingers idly streched out, trailing their way along the stone walls; glassy nails finding out the cravesses, and cracks.. he had missed this. True enough, Ardan hardly ever came up so far from the Aristocracy's centre, and journeying to the Offices, was something that terrified him beyond belief.. and for good reason.

Vermilion robes swayed at narrow hips, although it seemed vanity was a thing lost upon Ardan; his life had not consisted of narcissism, contrary to most of the other inhabitants, here.. so many cared for only how they looked.. what social position was lent to them.. what use was social position, if it was gained through lies, and pain? That was another thing about Ardan.. he was too honest.

With a sudden jolt, Ardan was brought out of his reverie, by a sharp pressure against his chest; auburn eyes widened, and then closed.. he wasn't used to speaking to people.. and.. he definately wasn't used to speaking to people, with food covering his face..
Slowly, the Spaniard opened his eyes again; dark lashes brushing against high cheek-bones, as he raised a hand to his own cheek; staring blankly at, what could only be described as... goo. With a slight sigh, he began to turn his gaze to the one who had so... brusquely... covered him in his mixture.
"I didn't know I put across that impression..."

[No, its fine here ^^;;]

[The Superstar™]

"Hm, could of sworn.." Broderick twisted his lips into a rather playful smile, his eyes fluttering around the corridor before he forced his tired form off of the other youth. Did he want to? Of course not. Brody enjoyed messing around with the elders of the aristocracy, and took great pleasure in being dominated by their supreme power but he, himself was almost two hundred and fifty years old. He needed to carry himself with elegance and all that other bullshit that didn't mean a damn to him. "Brody.." His mouth utters sluggishly, almost grunting as he extends his index finger of his right hand to gather some of the leftover blueberry mixture on Ardan's face, and of course, Brody took his index finger after cleaning the other's left cheek and placed it in his mouth. Why? You guess.

After doing so, Broderick smiled deviously, his bright green hues batting girlishly. "Next time, you should watch where you're walking." He said with a slight tremble in his voice. He lowered his eyes onto the figure infront of him before brushing him aside and continuing on his early morning breakfast stride.

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"C- could have sworn..?" What was Brody talking about? Whatever it was, Ardan's head was reeling from it, already.. close encounters didn't happen to him; conversation didn't happen to him.. this was the wildest thing that he had taken part in, in years.. some called him strange.. yet was mere chasity strange? After all, his name meant pure... perhaps it had been his fate, since the very day of his birth..

Auburn eyes lowered, for a moment; eye contact was almost impossible to maintain.. his entire body was alive with nerves, electricity sparking at the very roots of his hair, long fingers clenching into fists with obvious fear... yet, he hardly needed to be afraid.. he was part of this place.. he practically had power over every man and woman that inhabited here..

Brody? The other spoke the name as though he didn't even care.. so why the introduction? And... why was he in the Offices? It was apparent, by the mere attitude of the other, that he wasn't meant to be here... although, Ardan wasn't one to cause trouble.. he was merely curious, as to what this individual was doing here.
And... touching him... he was never... ever.. touched.. the endevour caused him to close his eyes again, a soft blush staining bronzed cheeks with scarlet.

"Hai.. and I could say the same for you?" Turning on his heel, Ardan mustered all of his strenth, extending a thin hand and reaching out to catch Brody's wrist, although he kept both eyes cast down to the ground... his movement had been too bold.. and he was going to pay the price, wasn't he?

[The Superstar™]

"Hai.. and I could say the same for you?"

Broderick's eyes beamed at the fleshy touch of the other, not knowing what to say or what to do at this moment in time. Should he turn around and smirk? Or should he just pull his arm away from him and continue on his stride. He wasn't sure, but choosing to confront the man led his mind into many dangerous possibilities. Allowing the man to hold him in his place by the firm grasp of his wrist, Broderick sighed heavily before turning around, eyes lowered to the ground.

"I'm looking for someone. Someone handsome and a leader figure." He said, turning around and flicking his ruffled locks of chocolate hair out of his face. He did this alot, especially when he was nervous or, um, lying. He takes his index finger and scoops up the remaining bits of muffin on his face before licking it off of his finger. "Know someone?" He asked. Ripping his wrist away from Arden, Broderick eased closer to him, almost ready to do something he'll regret.

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Ardan's face seemed practically blank.. no expression playing over Spanish features, anymore; his lithe form becoming tense, as if poised for flight.. unused to being touched, his eyes had become fixed a little behind Broderick's shoulder; refusing... or perhaps unable.. to meet the other's gaze.
If anything, it was an insult to him, this forward manner.. Ardan had never been able to take part in such a thing... never been able to hold so much as a short conversation.. shyness was one thing; but Ardan suffered more poignantly than most others.

A slender brow, of pure jet twitched a little, as the other drew back from the grip on his wrist.. long fingers uselessly fluttering in the air, before he clasped them behind his back; dark brown orbs narrowed at the insolence eminating from Brody...
.... why, did he.. did anyone.. find the urge to be so very arrogant? Especially to one he barely knew... it was something that Ardan couldn't quite fathom.. couldn't quite understand... his life had been that of utter innocence; his physical vessel nothing more than one of complete purity.. he didn't want to understand the feelings of others... he just wanted to be left alone..

Shaking his head a little, the Spaniard became still, again; his breath quickened, he refused to open his eyes, now.. silken lashes brushing against high cheekbones.. and what reason, did Broderick have, to move so close to him.. that was practically a sin, within itself.. all the same, Ardan didn't back away; petrified, he merely stood as one frozen.

"Mhhmm... what kind of question is that, to ask someone? It's almost considered apathy... why don't you find someone, yourself, instead of tormenting me?"

[The Superstar™]

Broderick wasn't trying to torment him. Um, well, that's a complete lie. He was only flirting with the man, not meaning to cause him any confusion or to make him feel unconfortable. Nope. That was the last thing Brody wanted to do. Peering down at the handsome male, his body now pressed tightly against him, right leg on the other's and almost rising to that "spot". "Tormenting you? Never. You're just..really..." The young man looks away, attempting to find a word to express what he wants to say. "..uh. cute?" He blushes immensely, not really sure where that small bit of courage came from.

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Blinking a little, Ardan couldn't help but open his eyes.. feeling compelled to take a step back, he found himself practically frozen to the spot; unable to step away from Brody.. fear had caused this; not so much fear at this situation.. but, it had been fear of the confrontation.. this, was merely scaring him.. after all... he was nothing but a virgin, no matter what title was added on to his name.. there wasn't much he could do.. unable to move away, yet utterly confused at how to react..
It was almost unfair.

His lips parted in a stiffled gasp of shock, he merely turned his face to the side, again... either way, he was running the risk of embarrassment... if he finally found the courage to leave, he would be mocked... if he stayed, and admitted to not even having a clue what he should do... he had been in that situation before, with Julien... his sadistic fledgling had taken great pleasure in mocking him without mercy.. the same could only happen here, couldn't it?

Lowering his face, thin hands rose, suddenly, curling in the rabric of Brody's shirt; he had meant to push him away... but then, the warmth against him, had somehow intoxicated his mind.. how, he was trapped... in an even worst situation than before, all because of his petulance.. if he had just been more indifferent..
.... but that wasn't him, was it?

"And... I.... well, what do you even -want- from me...?"

[The Superstar™]

"And... I.... well, what do you even -want- from me...?"

Broderick wasn't sure. He just found himself compelled to tease the youth but at the same time, he secretly wanted to act on whatever he had started. Not because he was trying to be so arrogant. He was just in the mood for another bed buddy and hopefully something more. But then again, he didn't know what it felt like to sleep with someone other then his master, ___ and the men he was handed off to. He closed his eyes, laying his head down on Arden's shoulder; lips spreading and mouth violently began sucking at the man's neck. "I'm lonely.." He whispered in a hoarse tone as he ran his lithe fingers through the man's soft hair.

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Eyes widened, Ardan's gaze washed down the halls, as if frantically searching for a reason to escape.. nothing showed in the dimly lit corridors, though.. of course, this was the offices.. it was highly unlikely that anyone would even think of coming here.. behind closed doors, that was where anything worth doing went on... not out in the hallways..
He himself had come here only to see his fledgling.. that had never come to pass, so he was merely leaving.. he had been on his way back to the darker passageways, further north.. closer to the Astrology tower... that place was like a sanctuary for him...

All the same, he was here... and the situation certainly wasn't improving.. cold hands gripped at Broderick's sleeve, yet now he lost the will to tug him away, anymore.. he truly hadn't been expecting this.. escapade. If anything, he had thought the other to be on his way somewhere else.. after all, if one was in a rush, the Offices could be passed through to reach the market.. and from there, the brother.. probably a eason why so any of the Demonic inhabited this area... they were the most vulgar of creatures Ardan had ever met..

At the touch to his neck, a gasp finally escaped him, that was audible.. auburn eyes flickering to half-mast, he merely stared ahead; his expression that of intense curiosity.
He hadn't ever... ever... been touched like that before.. and he had no idea how to even respond to such a thing..
All he could do, was move forward slightly... his face twisted with anguish, and the unreasonable hatred of what he was, himself...
Then again... after four centuries of chasity... was he even willing to give it up, right now?

"And... you think I'm the right person to... I..," his voice trailing off, Ardan caught his own lip between his teeth.. unable to find words, this time, he merely fell silent.

[The Superstar™]

Yes. You are the perfect person..today. Sometimes Broderick imagined how he would feel to be the one taking control over the sexual part of his life and what he was doing right now was like a new high for him. He never expected leading would be so...great, instead of being the one frighten of what was to come. He lifted his head up and stared deeply into those auburn eyes. "I don't care if you're the right person..just..please." He says in a guilty tone, lowering his head and glancing off elsewhere.

He wanted to make, well, screw Arden right here in this corridor. Sure. Maybe it was a bit to brash but what else do you expect from him? He just wants to feel what ____ felt when he was being controlled. He eased away from the handsome gentleman, backing up with a small frown on his face. "Listen -- i'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you." Broderick fleshes out.

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Ardan's expression relaxed, just a little.. perhaps this man wasn't quite as arrogant as he had first thought.. after all, making judments so very easily, was hardly something to be proud of, was it? Within these walls, more went on than mere everyday life.. plotting... revenge.. lies.. those were the things Ardan was truly afraid of; Broderick was the least of his worries.. all the same, pride played a great part in the Spaniard's mind.. if he gave in... then who knew what would happen?
.... or, he could give in.. and enjoy the experience...

Shaking his head a little, Ardan's hand rose to his own neck; cold fingertips brushing against the small red marks, inflicted by the other's mouth.. it hadn't hurt... it had felt different, but it hadn't hurt..
That played a great part in most of his fear... pain. The thought of falling so far into something, and finding only pain, then being trapped... that was the true terror...
Maybe that made him a corward... but, did it even matter what someone else thought?
And... that touch to his neck had stirred his senses; hardly something that he took great pleasure in, but he couldn't deny that...
Maybe the rest wouldn't be so painful?
.... yet, he was so proud...

Before Broderick had moved back completely, long fingers had tensed again, gripping his sleeve, as to prevent the other from walking away. This.. was what had scared Ardan... this place; where he was right now... and he knew how to conquer fear, after all..
... taking a few steps closer, Ardan's eyes became fixed on the ground; a slight blush staining his cheeks, as he eased back into the position he had before retained.

"You didn't... insult me.... I...," his voice catching in the back of his throat, he gave a slight shrug; thin fingers slipping a little higher, so that they curled about Brody's wrist. "I just.. don't... I'm not used to it..."