moulin rouge (DIMITRI)

[conor lockwood]

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His head was spinning as he passed the History of Magic classroom, his mind already focusing on the fastly approaching NEWT examinations as he heard a noise coming from behind a door. It caused the teenager to stop upon the spot and turn to face it. It was a door that he had never gone behind before, so naturally he was unaware that it was actually the door that lead to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

He stared at it a moment, as the rather loud conversation continued to reach him through the door before he decided that he would be better off to interfere with whatever was going on.

It was as he stepped in however that he found himself in a rather awkward position. For there were two boys in nothing but their underpants (or well one was in their underpants while the other had managed to pull his pants fully on and do up his belt) having an argument about something. It was clear that something had happened between these two boys... but he didn't know what exactly they were arguing about.

"Is everything alright here?"

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TAGGED: dimitri tirunul

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[dimitri tirunul]

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This boy. . . . .this incredulous little shit thought he was going to be a smart ass and back out of their deal; he couldn't help that the little Ravenclaw boy was a horn dog that needed it all the time, but the deal had been if Dimitri gave him the sex he craved so bad then, in return, he would let Dimitri feed from him. The vampire had promised to do it in an inconspicuous spot so that no one would see it and label him a freak or something. And, he had also promised to try and be gentle so that it didn't hurt too much.

"You impudent little ass, you think you can just back out on our deal and get. . . . ." the vampire began until his deep, dark brown eyes spied the male that had just walked into the bathroom, his own lean, lithe body backing away from the sniveling Ravenclaw that was pulling on his shirt as he himself stood there in naught but a pair of black silk boxers, his own clothing hanging over one of the bathroom stall doors. Dimitri regarded the other for a moment, head tilted in observant interest.

"Apparently honor is no longer a trait held in high regard in this world. One's word is supposed to mean something, but to this one," he hissed, cutting his eyes and glaring at the now fully dressed Ravenclaw male before drawing his eyes back to the one that had just entered. "Well to that one is apparently means nothing. What about you, hm? Honor and one's word - their promise. . . . . .mean anything to you?" he asked, regarding the newcomer still as he waited for his answer.

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TAGGED: conor lockwood

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[conor lockwood]

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As the boy in black boxers spoke, he kept his eyes to the man’s torso despite the fact that he was questioning his sexuality. He had been raised to be respectful to others, and this was part of that; but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t hard for him not to. The man before him did have an attractive air about him after all, but maybe the suggestive situation that he walked in on also had a role to play in these primitive thoughts.

“Well, to be perfectly honest I’ve learned that I can’t trust anyone, but a promise is a promise. A business deal that must be upheld, once one end is upheld its only fair that the other be upheld. Not that business men can be trusted…”

Oh god. He was rambling. This wasn’t a good situation, when he rambled those thoughts soon strengthened and given the fact that he had yet to fully embrace his thoughts of men (despite having been raised by two men) it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. As he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck he found his gaze slowly dropping as more and more of Dimitri’s body came into sight.

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TAGGED: dimitri tirunul

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