The actual role play! O:

Scowling, blushing and tensing a little, the male stayed put, biting down on the top of the male's ear. I can do this... D: Seductive. Like Gar'gol in that scene with Amaya.... He slowly slid his hands onto and up Cloud's thighs with a determined little huff.


Pulling his mouth away, Kuro eyed Emyn thoughtfully, lust and confusion burning in his eyes. "Not like this." He said, tearing his gaze away, as he pulled the male back into his lap, starting the car. You don't belong to me, and you probably never will... he thought, frowning, But, still I...

Unfazed, Cloud snapped his fingers. "You're a virgin, aren't you, mate?" He smirked a little, humor in his voice.


What?He frowned, hurt and confusion filling his face and his tone as he whispered Kuro's name, almost to himself, before pushing open the car door and scrambling out as fast as he could; walking off toward the main building, along the track. You fuck-ass...

Growling quietly, he shut the door, driving off. This is no longer about you and me, Emyn. He thought, scowling, I'll get you back.


Backing away with an expression of defeat, he frowned, before his cell phone rang some techno tune. "...Yo Kuro......Hiii.... Yessss? Um... No... no thanks..." He made a face. What a freak. D:

Moving a hand, Cloud briefly inspected his nails, bit to his fingertips and painted black, then slipped out of the bathroom, "Thanks for your time, mate." He said, his childish voice thick with boredom, before the door shut behind him, nearly hitting his slender back and catching an ever-so-slightly exposed ankle. There must be someone around here that can give me a decent scoop on these yarbels. D: With this one thought in his mind he left the building, raising a small, snow-white hand against the glare of the sun; his almond shapped eyes narrowing against its strenth. It was then, as he cast his squinted gaze around the near empty lot that he noticed the sleek crimson car nearby. Hm... His curiosity winning over caution, he walked to the passengers side, lifted the nearly burning hot handle, and pulled the door open-- slipping inside, and out of the heat...


You're so confusing... Did you kiss me only to prove that I wanted you? Is it simply because you wanted to win? Damn you, Kuro. Damn you to hell... I won't let you toy with my emotions anymore...! They're far too fragile to survive this torment... Falling into a seated position half-way down the track, he burried his face in his palms, beginning to sob softly against them; ignoring the cars speeding by so close to him they whipped his hair around his head. I wish I could hate you...so that this stupid little thing wouldn't hurt so much...and that I didn't love you...and let it.. His wet hands fell into his lap, lips parting to release a wordless cry of frustration and misery, only to have it stolen by the rush of a passing car, his tears snatched from his cheeks into the air, and lit by the sun. I wish I'd never met you that day..I was so young-- so naive...to believe there was more to you than everyone else could see...

[ Mynny's so saaaaad... u w u;
Oh...And excuse the un-necessary length and detail to these posts. I'm home sick all day and I can hardly even leave the couch. < < So, I get very bored, watch a lot of movies, and...yeah. See, even this OOC is very long and pointless! xD]

Sync frowned, unhappily, hanging up his phone. His eyes scanned the washroom and filled with dissapointment as he saw the little male was gone. Damn it... Ad it to the list. Pocketing his phone he walked out of the bathroom, before a thought struck him, Kuro, you loser... I can fix this. pulling out his vibrant purple phone once again he punched in a few numbers before putting it to his ear. Mynny's phone would shortly ring.


In the driver's seat sat Bjorn, fast asleep, his hand still around a chocolate bar, a text, half written in the ither hand to Mcdonald's, reading "do u del" his dark hair drooped over his face, large body slightly slumped over, stomache rising and falling with each quiet snore.

As another car sped by, only a few feet from where he sat, Mynny felt his pocket vibrate. Slowly, reluctantly, he drew the black and red Banter from his jeans, sliding it open. "Mushi mushi..." He mumbled, unable to hide the coating of misery on his words.


...No way. This must be my lucky day to catch BJORN without Taylors to stop me from talking to him! This stoner is the perfect scoop! But...How to wake him... Slowly, he scooched as close to the man as his seat would allow, leaning even closer-- his chest and stomach pressing lightly against Bjorn's side. Tilting his head up, he brushed his soft lips over the stoner's ear...before yelling, as loud as he could, "WAKE UP!!!"

But instead of waking, the bear like man reached out a big strong arm, dropping his chocolate as he pulled the male closer. "Mmmm... Yes Mynmyn cuddle time for big papa Born..." He mumbled in his sleep, "Snack time later..."


"Are you busy?" He asked, walking out of the building and toward his car.

"No..No, not particularily... What do you want, Sync? You only talk to me when you want something..." He sighed softly, defeat in the heavy exhale.


Half ontop of him, half pressed against his side, he emitted a quiet squeak of alarm. How the hell did that not wake him up?! D: Flushing faintly, he thumped his small hand upon the center of the man's chest, repeatedly. "WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU BLOODY SODER!!" He screamed, as loud as his lungs would allow.

An eyelid rose, every so slightly, exposing a sliver of light grey. "....Who're you..?" He mumbled, pulling him ontop of himself before hugging him. "...Nevermind. You're warm and cuddly..."


"Wanna talk in person? Dinner's on me~" He asked, grinning.

"'Cuddly'?" He repeated, a disgusted expression covering his face and turning his lips down in a pouty frown. "I'm not cuddly..! I'm a man!" He tried to ignore the hot blush that darkened his white countenance, dark eyes narrowing.


Oh, this will be tonnes of fun.. He thought sarcastically, though only sighed again. "Sure. Whatever. Pick me up, though. I'm on the eighth line of the track..." He better not try to pull that 'I'm seme, and I'mma top juu! O:' nonsense. I'm in no mood for that.. = =

Sync grinned, "Okay~ See you soon." He hung up, pulling up infront of Mynny shortly after, the passenger's door opening infront of him. "Hey there, little boy, need a lift~?"


He only smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the male's jaw, "Mmm. You should be my teddy~"

Ugh. You're such a douche, Sync. = =; He frowned a little, standing and walking to the car. Red eyes ticked to the older male as he got inside and shut the door, suspicion glowing in them. "What is it you want, Sync?" He asked, annoyance in his expression and tone.


Blushing even darker, he scowled murderously at him, giving a little shift atop the male's lap-- and conveniently, and accidently, rubbing his tushy against the stoner's crotch. "I'll not be your bloody teddy, you nutter. I only came to ask you for an interview, not to be a living stuffie, or to st-stradle you in a c-car! Comprende?" ..He feels big.. . _ .'

"An interview?" He smirked, "Am I gonna be famous~?" He asked, chuckling as he pulled him even closer, adding in a whisper, "You're blushing, by the way..."




Sync grinned, "I'll tell you when we get there." He said, before driving off at a speed any normal person would find insane. He expected Mynny to complain about his slowness with a mental laugh.

"F-Fuck you..." He practically whispered, his cheeks darkening even more as he stared up at him with an extremely flustered expression. I didn't expect him to be so...close...and so.. Mmmm.... He gave another, more purposeful rub/shift atop him, running the tip of his pierced tongue along his own lower lip, slowly...


"You drive like my grandmother..." He mumbled half heartedly, staring out the window with a blank expression, fiddling his mocha fingers in his lap. Kuro...

"Would you like to...?" He chuckled, licking the boy's jawline, slowly, his hands sliding onto the male's waist as he shifted in an upward direction, chuckling softly against his ear. "Would that give you something to report about..?"


"Your grandma was nuts, Emyn." he said, pulling into a restaurant driveway, before parking. Both doors opened.

"J-just about how small your d-dick is and how b-bad you are at pleasing someone..." He growled, curving ever so slightly with the hands at his waist, his slender little body pressing softly against Bjorn's as he shifted atop his lap. Oh boy. x x; "I-I'd rather not w-waste my time.."


"She wasn't until all the meds.." He shrugged, stepping out of the car and smoothing down the front of his jacket before raising his gaze to see where Sync had brought him.

Sync scowled a little at some woman, as he led Mynny into a relatively fancy place. He walked past a couple to the host.
"Hey there, Micheal." He said, even though the name tag said 'Francis'.
"Do you have a reser----" When he lifted his head, fear filled his eyes. "Y-You can have their reservation! ...O-One moment... J-Just this way!!" He grabbed two menus.
Sync smiled back at Mynny.


Giving a sharp rock up, Bjorn slid his hands onto the boy's lower back, pushing him in against himself as he nipped the skin just infront of Cloud's ear. "I'm not sure I like that review. I better change it..."

Mynny glanced over at Sync, raising a brow quiestingly. "Why is that host scared of your midget ass, Sync?" He asked, casually.


Gasping softly against his ear, he shook his head a little, half-heartedly. "..I don't sleep with pot-heads..." He mumbled, warm breath fanning over his skin before he leaned back, against the steering wheel, with a rather lusty uke-porno-expression; cheeks still brightly flushed.

Pushing up his shirt a little, Bjorn leaned forward, licking amd nipping up his tummy, "Really? That's a shame... " He chuckled against hi navel.


Sync only smirked. following the terrifyed looking male to their table. "Let's just say... I put my skills to good use. " He laughed.

"Uh huh.." He rolled his eyes, following alongside the dark haired male to their table. "And why are you taing me to dinner?" Myn asked as he sat down and crossed a long leg over the other.


He moved his hands to Bjorn's collar, forcefully pushing him back against the seat and leaning forward; brushing his lips against the stoner's as he stared up at him through long, thick lashes. "..Too bad, so sad, Papa Bear..."

He pressed a rough little kiss to the male's lips, hands sliding down, onto his rear and giving it a squeeze, "Let me know when you change your mind..." He mumbled, in a lusty, deep tone.

"It' about my nephew." He said, frowning. He watched for Myn's reaction, closely, absently fiddling with a fork. Someone has to put an end to this. = =

"Let me know when you stop smoking pot..." He whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the man's lips as he lowered a hand between them, pushing it down atop Bjorn's crotchy roughly.


The blonde was staring at the table when Sync spoke, and at Kuro's name an expression of misery and love briefly occupied his face, though only for a second. "Why would I care about anything that had to do with him?" He asked casually, though didn't meet Sync's gaze.

"Because it has to do with you." He frowned. Goddamn it. D: They're both fo fucking stubborn. "Look, I know you two have feelings for each other, you're just too stubborn to admit it! And I'm sick and fucking tired of having to pick up after you when Kuro goes psyco because of something you've said or done!" He made a face, "Like today. I walked in on him wanking off to some picture of you in a bathrobe. How or why he has that picture is beyond even me... But.. Still! Something needs to be done, Emyn."


Bjorn groaned, already growing against Cloud's hand, > < You play dirty! "... What if I told you I've stopped...?" He offered, licking Cloud's lips.

Because I gave it to him a week after we met... e e;; He frowned, lifting his eyes to narrow them at Sync. "Look, despte your tear-jerkingly poetic speech, you're full of shit. And if it's the truth, the fuck-ass can say it to my face, not the one on a photo. Screw both of you." He hissed, though sadness and longing were clear under the anger and frustration in his voice. "I have no feelings for that bastard."


"Then I'd say you're a liar..." He smirked, curling his fingers around the growing bulge in the stoner's pants and squeezing him roughly as he pressed a little peck to Bjorn's lower lip.

Moaning, Bjorn grabbed the boy's thighs, rolling them over, onto Cloud's back as he pulled his legs around himself, "I've stopped for at least long enough to please you." He said, before pushing his mouth to the boy's, roughly.

"Why would you care if he said it to your face if you had no feelings for him?" He frowned, "Actually, why are ou getting so defensive if you have no feelings for him? Hmmmm?" He leaned closer on the table, "He's going to try and make you jealous." He said, grinning, "Why don't you make a move before he does?"