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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on Jan 27, 2010 17:39:17 GMT -5
  i'd always pick the ones who won't figure out
that i am clearly a rebel to the idea of monogamyMmm. Late evening. The witching hour, as some often joked amongst one another in throngs that bled through the city. This was when the young and sensual came out to play, thriving off heat, good company, and the buzz of alcohol. And, of course, this meant that a certain, bronze-skinned foreigner had snuck out again, eager to join in the fun. Though his family had something of a reputation to keep clean, Fakhir didn't seem keen on letting this bar him from being a typical teenager. As often as his sister berated him for sneaking out with fake IDs and ill-intent, he still didn't keep to his bed like a good boy should at this hour. Ah, but Fakhir had never been a good boy... that much was quite obvious at this point. Though he was actually determined to, one day, make the Kanaan family proud of him, he didn't feel it was important enough to compromise his need for the night life. He couldn't help it! As exclusive as so many clubs were to his ethnicity and age-group, none of this deterred him. He was hopelessly addicted to having a good time and he knew it. But, like any addict, he always needed one more fix. So here he was. Having snuck out, yet again and was roaming the city with that uncanny sway of his slender hips.
Actually, Fakhir had been out for a few hours or so. It was Saturday night, so it was perfectly understandable for someone like him, who got such a rush from being a naughty little night owl. It was only around midnight, though. Really, that was very early for Fakhir. Definitely not ready to head home yet, the Egyptian decided to take a walk instead. A perfectly innocent walk. Though he was only seventeen, he'd used a fake ID to buy himself a drink or two at one of the seedier bars. Only one or two, mind you. He never went to bars to get drunk because, quite frankly, he found hangovers extremely unattractive. No, just a nice buzz was all he ever sought, so that he could experience his nights on the town with more vigor than was usual of his languid, cat-like self. Despite being a rather charismatic fellow when the moment suited him, he was also naturally aloof and independent. He'd gone on a walk because it kept him calm and content; separating him from the large, obnoxious crowds he actually hated with a seething passion. What an enigma -- so attracted to clubs where crowds were cramped in together, moving and dancing against one another, but also so very repulsed by being forced into a large mass of loud, obnoxious strangers. Well, he'd always been picky about some things, always irritating his sister with how he'd get unreasonably bothered if different food on his plate had touched one another. God, what a weirdo.
To be honest, he didn't mind the park in Ueno. One would think someone so restless would have preferred the wild scene he'd left behind just moments ago. But the blonde didn't seem like he wanted to turn back, and had his hands in the pockets of his tight, black jeans as he proceeded into the park. Honestly, he didn't know why he had come. It was fucking freezing. But he was still restless and wanted nothing to do with going home. Instead, he walked further until he came upon a patch of grass (rare in this weather) somewhat distant from the main path, with little snow on the ground beneath the leafless tree. In ever-languid, smooth movements, the sensual young man slunk beneath the tree in question, grateful for the solid ground while lying on his back. He was not a fan of the snow. His arms propped behind his head like a pillow, leaving him relaxed and, for the most part, content. Though he wore a rather stylish-looking jacket, his shirt beneath it - cropped short, as was usual of his attire - rode up slightly as he sighed and curved his back off the ground a little, baring a strip of tan midriff. As cold as it was, he was not going to look like some damn hobo in five bulky layers of clothing. He was staring up at the dark sky while flakes of snow would sometimes ease off the branches they had clung to, teased aside by the chilly breeze.
"It's a pity," he said to himself after a moment, one hand moving from behind his head to stroke the cold ground where grass would have been, lazily drifting in and out of thought. "More people should come here when it's late like this." It seemed that there was a sentimental part of Fakhir after all. Either that, or he was just disappointed there was no one around to get it on with. As tasteful as he often claimed to be, he certainly wasn't the most classy individual and he probably wasn't above fooling around in a public park. It'd warm him up, wouldn't it? What a gentleman.
notes; yeah... this is odd. sorry that it's so random and, uh, pointless. seriously. i just write stupid things sometimes. D: better posts to come, i promise. :c
tagged; no one. this is open to anyone... as odd as it is. :/ lolz.
listening to; sexy naughty bitchy by tata young (wtf... LOL)
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Post by YOSHIDA KANO on Jan 27, 2010 18:58:34 GMT -5
 { FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR
It wasn't a conventional time for being out this late, although it wasn't like Kano would call himself that either. The tall athletic built male was just coming back from his work, wearing the white shirt and black straight legged jeans he nearly always wore as a bartender. They weren't required really; he just liked to dress smart for no apparent reason. It gave the customers a good impression, and not from just the bar, on himself too.
He tried not to chat any of the loyal abiding guests, but when a sweet looking female, or handsome looking male for that matter, sat down on the high stools, his eyes wouldn't be able to shift away. He shrugged off his promiscuous persona, as it was rather unlikely he'd ever change. More importantly, he was happy the way he was. Too much fun to lose, he thought. Thinking of a world without flings and endless nights of passion scared him, another reason why settling down was such a problem, there was no way he could give up his lifestyle. It had been a way of life for this blonde so long, an era without it would spell disaster.
It's not like he hadn't thought about settling down in the future. He hoped he would but he couldn't finalize that promise to himself. Besides, he was only twenty, long way to go yet. Or so he thought. He could swear he saw a grey hair nestling among the blonde strands yesterday. He freaked out, until he realized it was just a piece of thread from his duvet.
Kano knew he could overact, so he needed to relax. Luckily, coming back from work, it did just that. As the bar he worked in was rather well known and busy, he had been rushed off his feet, which gave him no time to think. But now, stepping into the freezing air, those thoughts nagged at his mind. He shrugged them off, along with the quick shiver that ran down his spine.
The slight blonde male was about to turn in for the night, when he just passed Uneo park. The still night gave away that it was going to be quiet there, so he headed across, not at all exhausted from the hectic night. He knew he wouldn't be doing much tonight anyway. He paced through the barren park, hand reaching in his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter. Pausing, he placed the cigarette in his mouth, lighting it till a dull soft glow lit up the dark shadow-infested park. The male took a deep draw as he walked on the paths, ultimately looking for a short cut home.
"Wow it's frickin' cold here" Kano shuddered, arms wrapping round his chest, his eyes, surprisingly bare from the sunglasses tonight, scanned the area. Kano suddenly stopped. Could there really be someone stupid enough to be out at this hour?he mused to himself as he squinted, curiosity getting the better of him as he headed towards a figure laying beneath a tree.
His pace was quiet, he didn’t like nor want to disturb. As his gaze firmly met this other stranger's, he could make out the features somewhat clear enough. The relaxed male looked slightly younger than himself, probably still in highscool. Plus, by his facial features and tone, he looked somewhat exotic. Taking a quick short drag, Kano smirked towards the napping teenager." Relaxing huh? It's freezing; shouldn't you be inside, like any sane person?"he queried, fairly sure that he'd seen him in the bar not too long ago. Partying teenagers, figures.
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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on Jan 28, 2010 7:53:47 GMT -5
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get me out of my mind, get you out of those clothes
i'm a line away from getting you into the mood[/color] ----------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] Fuck it really was cold! Why had Fakhir decided that it was actually a good idea to head to an empty park instead of somewhere warm? Home couldn't possibly be the only place the teen could turn to for warmth. Surely, there were other bars and clubs he could lounge in before he finally deemed it appropriate to sneak back home? There probably were, but Fakhir was an oddball sometimes. As much as he loved Tokyo's night life and thrived off the company of attractive individuals, he was also fond of his privacy and of roaming around on his own. One minute, he craved attention, the next, he shunned it? It was those damn moodswings at work, wasn't it? Or perhaps he really was just some weird, mixed up kid deep down. Whatever the case, he had needed to get away from the crowds and the throbbing music in his ears. And, as much as he absolutely despised the cold and the snow of a Japanese winter, it offered a private enough escape to keep him at ease for the moment. But, really, he was already starting to regret this. Maybe it'd be best to con his way into one of the smaller, more quiet bars, buy himself a drink and nurse it for a while until going home finally felt like a welcome option.
Already, the Egyptian felt shivers prickling along his skin beneath his clothes. Ugh. He probably should have worn more layers. But, true to his promiscuous colors, he'd decided to not care about how cold it was in favor of wearing tight, form-fitting outfits that usually bore a generous amount of skin. Lucky for him, though, he had decided to haul a jacket with him. He gripped it tight around his lean body as he continued to lie on the cold ground, chewing the inside of his lip slightly as his kohl-rimmed eyes observed the sky. Hn. As uncomfortable as this initially was, it was actually rather peaceful as well. If it hadn't been so cold, he could have easily fallen asleep here for a nice nap. It was a decent escape from everyone and everything, certainly a nice little sanctuary for the moody blonde. Still, there was the cold to deal with right now. Ugh. But he really, really didn't feel like moving. Often did the teen succumb to his laziness... but really, was it the wisest thing to do in a place and time that could very well lead to him catching hypothermia? Truth be told, Fakhir was actually deathly afraid of hypothermia. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to budge from where he was resting on the ground. Maybe he didn't want to move. Maybe, despite all things considered, this wasn't so bad. He really was odd sometimes, wasn't he?
It was as he was vaguely debating with himself as to whether or not he should get off his ass and head somewhere warmer to spend another few hours that he noticed he wasn't quite as alone as he'd first figured. His lavender eyes shifted from the sky to the face that loomed somewhere above him, studying the man's features with wordless appreciation. Ah, but with Fakhir, things weren't often left wordless for very long. That infamous smirk curled the edges of his lips as he lazily propped himself up a little with his elbows as he tilted his head and observed his company with shameless amusement. Well, he certainly knew a handsome face when he saw one. As cold as he was, the Egyptian was glad he'd wandered out into the park in the cold like an idiot. Maybe he should have done so more often if attractive strangers came this way. "Mm. I probably should be. Unfortunately, I'm not exactly the clean image of sanity." He laughed softly, as though this was an inside joke he shared with himself, smirk broadening along his lips a little. "Why are you here, hm? Don't you have someone nice and warm to snuggle up with at this time of night?" Fakhir's tone was innocent enough, but that in itself was hardly reassuring.
Suddenly, the teen blinked, as though a lightbulb had just flashed over his head. "I think I've seen you before..." The blonde grinned slyly up at him; the way a fox eyes a hen when it's finally found its way into the chicken coop. "You're a bartender, right? I saw you a little while ago. I never forget a handsome face." No lies there, I'm afraid. But now the young man felt another breeze prickle down his back, slipping through his clothes and teasing his sensitive skin. He fidgeted a little on the ground, deciding to sit properly on his ass rather than leaning his weight back on his elbows. But he still wasn't getting up. Well, why would he? He'd found himself in perfectly good company without moving an inch. He wouldn't be going anywhere unless this stranger was going to accompany him. "Is there a name to go along with it?" Even in the cold, in the middle of the night, Fakhir was as flirtatious as ever. Must've been the alcohol... No, wait. Fakhir was always like that. But he couldn't help it. This man with his cigarette and amused tone of voice... he was interesting enough to draw the Egyptian in like a charmer does with a snake. Fakhir did not like to see good looks go to waste.
notes; i ramble. gah. :/
listening to; thanks for the memories -- fall out boy
muse; actually pretty good. he's easy to find muse for, oddly enough. dunno if that's a good or bad thing. lol. |
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Post by YOSHIDA KANO on Jan 29, 2010 14:40:54 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR
His free hand raised to his head, calmly ruffling his short blonde hair as he looked on at the stranger. His expression was still puzzled, as Kano had not expected anyone to be out at this time of night, considering the temperature. It was hard to keep warm, standing exposed to the cold night air like this. A sudden shiver ran down the white shirt on his back, his shuddering becoming more prominent. His teeth chattered against the bottom of his lips, gnawing at the pale pink lips. Why didn’t I wear a jacket? he questioned, flinching as a quick breeze ruffled past him, spreading the cold air once more.
Pleasant weather, it was not. well it is winter he thought silently to himself as his eyes cast on the teenager once more. He could barely make out his features correctly in this light but he was definitely exotic looking, not from around here originally. Intriguing, yes it was very infact. No matter how unnaturally and creepy it was to speak to someone resting in the park at this hour, this whole situation appealed to him, due to the fact it was all so new and could get interesting.
With his exotic, perhaps far eastern, looks, he was quite handsome looking, for his age anyway. Teenagers tended to be rather scrawny and unappealing to him. Taking his cigarette in-between his fingers now, his gaze securely held on the other male, his face relaxed, expression inviting. ."Luckily neither am I or I wouldn’t be trying to take a short cut through this hude park during early hours of the morning." he responded, slipping the cigarette between his lips, taking another drag. "No, not that I mind" he shrugged lightly.
He was still single, the way he liked it. Quick flings here and there suited him just fine. No need of feeling tied down to anything, which felt great to be honest."Hmm? Why yes I am"he nodded, flicking the ash of off the lit in his hand. "Me handsome? That’s about right. Could say the same for you, I’m, sure I saw you too, can’t forget it "he smirked slightly.
" Mainly because you are most certainly underage".his tone turned threatening for a second then broke to a chuckle ."Ah just kidding, I wouldn’t rat out on someone like you” his eyes glinting in the light, his smirk more than half obvious now."The names’ Kano by the way. And yours is?" he asked, sticking out his hand in the polite manner he was raised to do.
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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on Jan 30, 2010 20:28:41 GMT -5
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get me out of my mind, get you out of those clothes
i'm a line away from getting you into the mood [/color] ----------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] Yeah, okay, Fakhir probably would have preferred this rather unexpected encounter if he was somewhere warm. He really, really didn't like the cold. But it wasn't just because he was raised in the heat of the desert. No, there was actually something more to it. Despite how confident and full of himself he was, there was a part of him that occasionally (and very rarely, mind you) felt insecure and doubtful. Often did the cold mimic this foreign, unnerving sensation when it would creep under his skin, leaving him feeling hollow and alone. Aloof though the Egyptian was, he didn't like the empty chill of absolute loneliness and, as was typical human nature, he craved human contact. Especially now, as he clutched his black jacket close against his lean body, fingers clenching slightly as his jaw tightened a little to keep his teeth from clattering together. This wasn't his element; Fakhir thrived in heat and movement. Perhaps he could persuade this good-looking stranger to join him somewhere warmer. Already, there was a naughty desire twisting in the back of his thoughts. Mm. Maybe he'll take me home with him... Though he probably should have been ashamed for thinking like that when he didn't even know this man's name, Fakhir was rarely ever ashamed of how his mind loved to dip into the gutter. He was proud of everything he was, even the rather promiscuous details that others so easily and often scoffed at. What was the point of fighting his true nature? Too much effort, really.
The blonde remained seated on the chilly ground as he watched the man with keen, clever eyes, unashamed of how he already began to openly admire the features he could see through the gloom. He noticed the glow of a cigarette and smelt the smoke, though didn't seem too irritated. He himself wasn't a smoker, because he wanted to preserve his health and good-looks for as long as possible, but he didn't mind it in other men. In fact, he found it sexy. Nothing really drew Fakhir in like a sense of danger and confidence. Though this certainly couldn't be said for all smokers, this man seemed quite calm and at ease; languid like an alley cat with his head held high. Yeah, okay, Fakhir was becoming more and more interested as he surveyed his company calmly, listening to everything he said with intrigue agleam in his outlined eyes. "Yeah, I didn't really take you for the sane sort of person, to be wandering around here when it's so fucking freezing." Again, the blonde was unashamed with his habit of swearing unnecessarily and with how he continued to eye the handsome stranger through the dark. Oh, and apparently this handsome stranger didn't have anyone warm to cuddle up with tonight. Then maybe I can help him out with that? Oh dear. Really, Fakhir, you are a piece of work. "You don't mind being alone? Hm. Neither do I, sometimes. But... other times... I enjoy a nice, warm body beside me at this hour." He smirked, not really caring if the man could see it through the dark. Really, such talk could be considered a bit forward or awkward, especially with someone you'd only just met. But Fakhir had often overlooked the norms of society. It was boring to follow the rules, anyway.
It was clear that the teenager was fond of the inviting expression he'd noticed on the other guy's face; delighting in it and, indeed, taking the invitation without question. There was no harm in flirting a little, right? Pfft. There was never any harm in that. Fakhir was just as accustomed to rejection as he was to anything else. No, not because he was hideous or crude, but because he often made advances on straight men or on those who were already committed in a relationship. Hm. He wondered if this stranger had a girlfriend, a boyfriend, or even a fiancee. He seemed a bit older, after all. Not by much, but maybe in his early twenties? It didn't really matter. Age had never really mattered to this sensual young man. Why should it? The exotic teen was also single, but that didn't need much explaining. Though he had actually had boyfriends before, they had only stuck around so long, incapable of dealing with the Egyptian's knack for flirting with other men. He wasn't exactly the most trustworthy soul. Oh well. He didn't care. He wasn't looking to gain anyone's trust or love. He was in it for the thrill and the sensation; always open to flings and friends with benefits, no strings attached. Would this unintentional meet and greet get to develop into one of those things? Already, Fakhir was being optimistic, hoping to possibly charm the other male into his bed, at the very least.
His grin broadened when he heard the man agree to being good-looking. Mm. Confidence. God, that was hot. Of course, he wasn't surprised to have the compliment turned towards himself. But he already knew he was gorgeous. It pleased him further to hear he wasn't one to be forgotten. Fuck yeah, you didn't forget this face. He loved leaving an impression on people, should it be good or bad. For a moment, though, the back of his neck prickled with doubt when he heard the stern tone added to the stranger's voice when he called him out on being underage. But Fakhir was quick to relax when he caught that charming little chuckle. He, too, laughed softly - a smooth, amused sound akin to a cat's purr. "Fine, fine. You caught me. I'm not exactly as old as the law would like me to be to buy drinks. But what can I say? I'm not a very good boy..." His own smirk was much more evident along his lips as he continued to look up at his new companion, not at all abashed about the second meanings he slid into his sultry voice so effortlessly. "Someone like me, though, hm? I'll take that as a compliment." He caught the man's own curled lips even through the gloom, his kohl-lined eyes lighting up with a subtle anticipation that also prickled his skin with a wicked sensation. Really, it was bad of him to begin to assume that he'd found himself a new man to play with, but Fakhir just didn't give a damn. Even if this guy was a mugger or a rapist, the Egyptian was intrigued and had no intentions of parting company with him even when the cold still bothered him.
Still grinning, he glanced to the hand offered to him, reaching over to take it in his own with a firm grip as he shook it. "Kano... has a nice sound to it. I'm Fakhir." He used his other hand to brush a bit of his bangs from his face as he used Kano's hand to pull himself to his feet, deciding that his ass couldn't take sitting on the cold, damp ground for much longer. "Where were you headed? Or is it a habit of yours to wander parks aimlessly in the middle of the night?" The same could be said for him, but the teen didn't care. He just chuckled again and kept his sly little grin on his face, hands sticking themselves in his pockets as he leaned against the tree behind him.
notes; i like your posts. mine are pretty bleh, though. sorry. D:
listening to; i don't care -- fall out boy
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Post by YOSHIDA KANO on Jan 31, 2010 15:55:50 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR
Kano looked on, a hint of smile or was that a smirk, plastered thinly on his lips. Bumping into such an intriguing person at this time of not is not what had bargained for ,not that he didn't like it. That was the very opposite actually, meeting new company was always a plus, even at this dodgy hour.
His expression remained unchanged as his new acquaintance swore, it wasn't something he minded. Heck, he swore alot too, even from when he was younger. Ofcourse his parents disapproved although he didn’t care that much for them. it was such a relief to leave home, it felt great to get some independence."Heh, your right I should of wore a coat for this kind of weather" he shrugged, tipping the ash of the end of his cigarette.
Taking a quick glance at his lavender eyes, he was startled by his comments about him being alone. He was already acting so flirtatious, despite only just met. Plus he was so young, and confident for his age anyway. So forward, it was strange. He was no way near like the teenagers he knew, including his own brother. It intrigued him so, he didn't want to leave already. Maybe talking to him for a bit wouldn't hurt?
"Hmm, yes sometimes that is a pretty good idea"
[/color] his eyes glinted in the moonlight, feeling akward at this hour. His bear eyes missed his shades, it was hard to adjust his vision without them having woren them ever since he was a child. At first it was a fashion need, now it was more of a need, need. Gazing at the exotic teenage charmer, he could not help but grin. For his age, he wasn't half-bad. He normally went for the ladies but that didn’t mean he didn't have a special spot for guys. He knew when he was wanted, which added to his ego. " I can see that already"[/color]he smirked, running a hand through his windswept blonde hair. The more this guy talked, the more he captured his attention. " Heh heh, you sure are unusually different but I like"[/color]he smirked. He surely was confident and full of himself, sort of like himself, in a way. "Nah it's nothing special. Fakhir, eh? That’s pretty unusual. Taking it, you’re not from here"[/color] his tone tuned into curiosity, his eyebrows raising in wonder. "Home, that's where I'm going. I'm not the type to wander around here at night, as I'm not that creepy"[/color] he responded, stubbing the finished cigarette butt against the tree bark. "So I'm guessing you are that type then?"[/color] he questioned, not being half serious, in a more playful tone than anything. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] words 400+tagged Fakhir/anyone
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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on Feb 3, 2010 15:40:43 GMT -5
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get me out of my mind, get you out of those clothes
i'm a line away from getting you into the mood [/color] ----------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] Despite Fakhir's friendly nature towards handsome strangers, this hadn't exactly what he'd been expecting for the end of his evening. Oh, but he liked this. He liked it a lot. Often did the teen thrive on the unexpected; on encounters that happened by accident -- unplanned and unprepared for. It kept his interests at attention and kept his wit on its toes, both being things he liked to experience, especially when he met a man. If he wasn't intrigued, he'd be less vigorous in his advances and would probably ditch once he got laid. But Kano had found him at such an odd moment at such an odd hour, still able to snag his interests enough to light up that smirk still twisting his clever lips. He supposed it wouldn't be too harmful, then, to flirt with this attractive stranger, even if it was midnight and particularly dodgy people were usually the only ones wandering empty parks at this hour. Oh well. Kano didn't seem keen on ill-intent. Though Fakhir himself was not the exact image of a good, honest citizen, he certainly wasn't a criminal or a rapist, even if some had claimed otherwise. Idiots. But, really, it wasn't very "good" and "honest" of him to already be thinking up ways he could lure Kano to bed with him. Oh well. It was a good thing no one could read his mind, then. To be perfectly honest, however, it wasn't very difficult for anyone to do that without the use of psychic powers.
"Maybe you should go somewhere warm, then. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold," he said softly, trying not to appear too eager to follow him somewhere where he could get all close and cozy with him. But he didn't want it seeming as though he wanted to be rid of him, either. So, smoothly, he purred an after-thought. "And I'll come along, if you like. I wouldn't mind getting out of the cold, either." See, that seemed perfectly innocent... right? Right. Though, with the way Fakhir lowered his eyelids ever so slightly, smirk still evident along his mouth, it didn't have the sort of innocence attached to it like he could have hoped. But, truly, Fakhir did not enjoy innocence in the slightest, unless he was the one tainting it for the first time. Why pretend to be something he wasn't? Sure, it wasn't tasteful to act as forward as he would have liked, but he wasn't going to put on an act that felt so flimsy. Besides, he had a feeling Kano had already caught on that he enjoyed flirting and was eager to "get to know" him. Good. Then maybe tonight would go by as smoothly as dear Fakhir was hoping it would.
The sensual Egyptian had noticed that he may have caught his new acquaintance off guard with how forward he was about what he may have been sneakily suggesting about spending his night with a warm body at his side. But, of course, he wasn't too bothered. Might as well scare him off now before he got his hopes up. Oh, but Kano didn't seem hurried to leave. In fact, was he all the more intrigued? Fakhir could certainly hope so as he stood with hands stirring in the pockets of his jacket. "Ah, so you agree? I'm glad..." Subtlety had never been his forte. But he seemed relaxed enough, head tilted a little as he observed the man carefully. It was almost as though he was trying to restrain himself from being too physical. Because, as was common knowledge of those who knew the blonde, he tended to be quite physical with those he was interested in. But it was a questionable hour of the night and it probably wouldn't do to be too obvious or bold when there was still a chance of losing the fish he was trying to tempt on his lure. Sometimes, one had to be delicate about these things... not that Fakhir ever really had. He knew, though, that it wouldn't hurt to show he was interested. Might as well, since some men could be so dense and never notice his sneaky advances. Really, you'd have to be a brick wall if you couldn't figure out if Fakhir was flirting with you or not. So far, though, Kano seemed to have caught on. What a good boy.
He was pleased to notice that Kano also seemed to be playing along with the little games he played. Often had his "naughty" behavior quickly discouraged most of the men he was curious in. Not that this discouraged him, mind you, but it was nice to have found someone who seemed more amused than anxious. Mm. Confidence really was one of the ultimate turn-ons for Fakhir, who had to resist the urge to run his hands through the man's light hair as he watched Kano do the job for him. His grin broadened and he laughed soft and low, very much the purr of an amused cat eying its prey through a pair of hungry eyes. "If I was like everyone else, I'd be boring. That wouldn't be any fun, now would it?" He raised his hand up to play with one of the gold earrings dangling from his ear lobes, tugging it and twirling it idly between his long fingers. "So nice to see someone appreciates my... eccentricities." At least Fakhir was well aware of how different he was, sometimes.
Quite accustomed to getting questions about the odd, Arabic sound of his name, the Egyptian just shrugged a little, eyes shifting to the side as though he was suddenly bashful. This, however, was not the case. He just liked playing the part now and then. He glanced back at him, confident smirk still quite clear on his exotic face. "Not originally, no. I'm from Cairo, Egypt. Moved here a few years ago because of my dad's job. He died, though. Now my sister's a museum director here in Tokyo so we decided to stay. Not that I mind. Cairo isn't as exciting as it is here." This was quite true, actually. Sure, it was one hell of a city... but it wasn't this city. Tokyo's night life certainly reigned supreme. He chuckled in what Kano's next few words implied, his haughty demeanor still not wavering in the slightest as he looked him in the eye through the dark. "I'm not creepy, if that's what you mean. I just need to get away sometimes. Roaming with the crowd can get so dull after a while. Besides..." He leaned in closer, letting one of his hands clutch gently at Kano's shirt collar to pull him in, fingers dipping below the cloth just slightly to brush against skin. "...I never know who I'll meet when I head out into the dark." And, with that said in a slow, sultry tone, Fakhir released the man's collar and leaned back against the tree, playing with one of his earrings again. "Home, huh? Hm. It's too early for me to go home. I guess you don't live too far away, then?' No, Fakhir was not inviting himself over. Not yet.
notes; enjoy his highness, the royal slutfest. 
listening to; paparazzi -- lady gaga
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Post by YOSHIDA KANO on Feb 6, 2010 15:41:56 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR
Kano shifted his eyes towards the male, now more curious than ever. Meeting such a flirtatious person other than himself was not so rare but he enjoyed it alot. People like him, who didn't always love for commitment but a quick fling were welcome in his book. Breaking hearts wasn't easy so this was much simpler. He could already tell Fakhir was such a person, just by his attitude and his words.
He had shuddered just as Fakhir mentioned the weather. He was no kidding, it was very cold. And infact his sly offer sounding appealing. Meeting strangers was usual for him, he was shallow anyway. Getting to know someone took too much time to be honest. Hopping in there was easier and a quicker way to get into a person's pants...
"Heh, maybe but I doubt there is many places that are open at this time of night" he decided to just dismiss the idea, seeing as he was truly exhausted anyway. Working non-stop tried him so, he despised the whole working for a living thing. Sure it was important, for survival to say the least but unnecessary.
He scoffed light at this guy's utter confidence or some would say cocky. Not that he acred for he was almost as much as the same, not as much though. Atleast it showed he wasn't shy, so it must be a good thing. "Hmm, confident, i like" his lips creased into a smile, dragging on the cigarette in-between frequently their conversation.
"I yes I know what you mean. The world would be a much duller place without such humans as you and perhaps I. I'm not as 'normal' neither
[/color] he grinned, knowing he was too, a little different from other guys his own age. "Ah Cairo, very interesting indeed. Such a very intriguing place if I say so myself. Can't imagine why you want to saty here though[/color] he spoke as he watched Fakihir closly. He almost choked back his own cigarette as Fakhir tugged at his collar. he was so, so, forward. He quickly regained his composure as his hand grazed his skin, relishing his gentle touch. "That isn't creepy at all he added in almost sarcastically. "Not that I mind though he smirked lightly. "Yes, just over the other side of the park to be honest. But, as it happens, I think I can wait, I want to get to know what makes your mind tick he had smirked, plonking himself on the ground beside him. "Although, we could go somewhere else, any suggestions? Somewhere not freezing or creepy, where we can properly have a nice chat" the blonde had continued to grin, folding his own hands in his lap. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] words 400+tagged Fakhir/anyone
Notes! meh sorry it took so long.
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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on Feb 9, 2010 19:55:33 GMT -5
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get me out of my mind, get you out of those clothes
i'm a line away from getting you into the mood [/color] ----------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] To be honest, Fakhir was as accustomed to rejection as he was satisfaction. So many men were insecure with themselves or their sexuality and often didn't respond enthusiastically to the teen's advances. Sure, there were a few who were quite happy flirting back with him, but usually he had to ease it out of them after an hour or so. Or after a few drinks. Either way, it often took more patience than he would have liked to spare. Occasionally, he wondered if girls had just as much of a tricky time. Or were straight men just easier to seduce? Pfft. Fakhir wouldn't have been surprised. It was probably because women whined so much and men fucked them just to keep them from complaining to much. Yeah, that was it. Because, in all honesty, he couldn't see why they'd do it for any other reason. Women were... bleh. Too soft, delicate, and curvy. Fakhir much preferred a strong, hard-cut body he could grip tight to. No, not like that of a body builder (because too many muscles were also rather unattractive), but something masculine; something lean and durable. He did not hide how his eyes wandered over Kano's figure with approval, no longer worried about the possibility of spooking his new companion. From what he could tell, Kano seemed to be enjoying the attention in a subtle sort of interest. Mm, yes. Fakhir was quite glad he'd come to the park tonight. This encounter seemed like it could be quite promising if he played his cards right.
Hm. Well, Kano certainly had a point. The only places open at this hour were the loud bars and clubs in the Roppongi district. Fakhir really couldn't be bothered hopping another train just to waste time in a public setting where he probably wouldn't get very far with his intimate flirting. As much as he didn't mind and, in fact, flaunted public displays of "affection," he was actually interested in getting to know Kano on a more personal level, first. He'd much rather have him all to himself, somewhere warm and private where they could... chat. Yes. Of course. Chat. Is that what the kids called it these days? But where could they go? Certainly not the flat Fakhir shared with his siblings. His sister Nadia was, for the most part, oblivious to her brother's sexual activity and he would have preferred it if she stayed that way. And if he brought Kano home, he doubted he'd be able to, well, keep quiet enough to fool his nosy sister. Oh, but wasn't that a bit presumptuous of Fakhir to assume that he'd be able to persuade Kano into having sex with him when they'd only just met? Most people actually liked getting to know someone before sleeping with them, after all. Sometimes the Egyptian forgot that he was a slut; that he was addicted to sex like a druggie to heroin. Not everyone shared this constant craving and, occasionally, he'd have to step back a little from a situation to be reminded of the normal expectations suitable for society. Oh well. He couldn't help but have high hopes for the results of this little encounter.
"True, true. But I'm sure we could find somewhere warm. Anything's better than here. Really, I don't know what persuaded me to wander around outside when it's this cold..." And that was the truth. He knew he'd wanted to get away from everyone, but why? Didn't he like being surrounded by body heat and attention? Yes... but Fakhir was odd sometimes, and not always in the promiscuous sense. Though he'd deny it countless times, he suffered from Borderline Personality Disorder. It was a disorder often mistaken for being Bipolar and he was prone to being struck with intense mood-swings at the drop of a hat. This wasn't a frequent thing, mind you, but when it did happen it was often overwhelming and violent. Actually, his masochistic interests and love of rough sex could be considered part of a basis to diagnosis him. Because of his moods, though, he had a knack of distancing himself from people if he felt like he would snap. Not that he would usually be given much warning or anything, but there were times when he really, really couldn't stand people. Everyone. The entire human race. Sound a bit dramatic? Yes, well, Fakhir had often been a particularly dramatic individual when it came to his moods. He didn't enjoy it, however. As much as he loved attention, he didn't like it when it concerned his flaws... his weaknesses.
The sultry Egyptian grinned at the man as he was told his confidence was being well-received. Mm, yes. He loved it when a guy could appreciate his boldness. He scoffed at the type who were bashful and tentative. You never got anything in life by standing around waiting for it. You had to take what you wanted. It seemed that Kano understood this. Good. It'd make things all the more easier, then. His clever, lavender eyes watched the man's face intently, taking note of each handsome detail. He'd been bedding mediocre men lately. It'd be nice if he could have this attractive change of scenery. Wouldn't it be pleasant to wake up beside him? Now, now. Stop that, Fakhir. You're thinking too far ahead again. It's so silly when you hate getting your hopes up. One step at a time. "Is that so? Mm. I like the sound of that. Normal is so overrated." Well, it was. It was so much more fun to spice things up rather than to drag your feet along with the crowd. He was pleased to hear that Kano seemed to agree. This man really was quite similar to him in mindset, which he approved of, of course. Maybe they'd make quite the pair of eccentric companions, then. Mm. Yes.
Though Fakhir was liking the idea of getting nice and cozy with Kano somewhere private, he patiently listened as the man praised Cairo for how interesting it was. True, it was an intriguing city... but it wasn't Tokyo. Though Cairo buzzed with crowded streets and lively crowds, it wasn't alive with the same energy that pulsed through Tokyo like electric adrenaline. And it was a Muslim society, which Fakhir didn't have a real problem with... but also wasn't very impressed with, either. He'd come to favor this crazy city and its crazy people, even if Japanese culture and some of the customs still left him puzzled now and then. "Sure, it's interesting I guess. It wasn't bad or anything. In fact, I'm still homesick now and then. But I prefer Tokyo's atmosphere and excitement. The night life here... I can't get enough of it." He grinned like a fox and delighted in the subtle reactions Kano revealed to him when he'd pulled him close by the collar. Oh, he'd have fun with this one. The back of his neck prickled in anticipation and his kohl-lined eyes lit up as he decided that, yes, he wanted Kano. And, of course, he'd get what he wanted. Didn't he always? In one way or another... "No, it's not creepy. It's just... friendly. Glad to hear you don't mind, though. Because I think we could certainly get along..." With brow raised slyly as he lowered back down on the ground, the Egyptian laughed softly and shifted closer so that their shoulders were touching. He reached a hand over to trail a finger gingerly along the ridge of the man's jawbone, tracing it softly as he grinning at him. "You want to know my mind, hm? I'm sure you'll come to understand it easily enough... and maybe the rest of me as well..."
Yeah, okay, he was definitely becoming more and more bold as the minutes ticked by. Now that he knew Kano was interested in him, he wasn't just going to sit there and do nothing about it. It was time to act. Time to pull the strings to get what he wanted. Gently at first, but with more and more force as his goal drew closer... closer.... "Well, I don't mean to sound forward, but it might be best if we went to your place... Just for a little so we can chat? I won't stay long..." He leaned his face closer, tilting it slightly as he purred softly in his ear. "...unless you want me to."
notes; sorry this took me longer than usual, neko. ily. <3
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Post by YOSHIDA KANO on Feb 11, 2010 16:23:31 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR
Kano couldn't help but smirk lightly as his cigarette was crushed to his lips, taking a short drag, rings of smoke escalating from his mouth. The air was still quiet and still, peaceful expect from the constant pollution he was pumping into the air with his smoke. It wasn't a very clean habit nor was it exactly good for anyone’s health but it was an addiction he could not shift. ever since his first at fourteen. It hadn't cost him any problems, well for now anyway.
It was so cold, he shuddered once more. Fakhir happened to be right, anywhere had to be better than out here. He nodded briefly as he shoved in his pockets. First impressions of this guy were that he was definitely forward, and very keen. Not that the twenty year old minded, the attention was gladly appreciated. Afterall, he was fairly used to it, as it was usually himself doing the same but mainly to females.
Especially at work, where the ladies were often too drunk to remember much of the night before, so he didn't have to deal with them afterwards. It sounded kind of awful but he didn't like sticking to just one woman or man, as sex was also high on his addiction list. Besides, he so wanted him, he could just tell. It was rather are he meant someone this keen out in the open away from the bar, especially a male.
"Hmm you right, it’s such terrible weather anywhere that is enclosed is a haven" he grinned as he tugged at the innards of the shirt, the cold air rushing down his back. He knew that he what he was suggesting, well it was a fairly good guess. It would be nice to go back to his own place, with someone he didn't know and...get to know each other. The idea flashed instantly in his head, as he grinned on constantly. Hmm, that would be nice, very nice indeed.
"You said it"he spoke as he commented on his confidence an originality. Kano hadn’t come across anyone close to Fakhir really, especially not male. Sp confident and forward, he seemed very sure of his self. And flirty, very flirty. he tilted his head slightly, his mouth curling round the cigarette, sucking out the last draw before flicking it away quietly. He would have pulled out another, but he was too distracted, listening to him talk was rather interesting indeed.
"Ah, that is a far point" the blonde nodded as his mind thought to the excellent clubs and parties that were here. He could not imagine being anywhere different at night, there were sure alot of things to do although it did ore him sometimes."It is rather Amazing, always something to do. But I can't help but think maybe it's a bit too much sometimes" he sighed, as he raised his hand to his forehead, his head still throbbing from the loud deafening music from earlier.
"Friendly? Now that does sound much better. And your right, I'm sure we will " his eyes light up as he looked into his, a flashing grin aimed in his direction as they sat rather close together.
His grin did not budge as the young man traced his jaw line, excitement washing over him. Making new friends at this hour sounded strange but it was all the more fun."Hopefully" he whispered as his hand gingerly toughed his shoulder circling it gently.
As soon as he said that, he didn't flinch, but smile like an idiot. He was getting what he wanted but never expected. This such was a nice turn of events, it certainly cheered him up from the stressful hours at work beforehand."Heh, I like that idea." he replied as his face inched closely to his slightly. With his eyes softening on his gaze, he tilted his own head and leant in closer to his ear."And you can stay for as long as you want" he whispered in a sultry tone, his lips just gently brushing his ear as he winked suggestively getting up, offering his own hand.
Glancing across the park, he was hesitant, he was more motivated than anything else."Follow me then" he purred as he looked into his eyes, eager to know more."You won't be disappointed, I happen to be very interesting to talk too, and ofcourse interesting in other respects too"
[/color] he replied as his eyes darted across the park to the streets, walking calmly ahead to lead the way. "It isn't that far, so we won't be cold for long, I assure you"[/color] he winked again, slowing down his pace so he could walk by him. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] words 400+tagged Fakhir/anyone
Notes! i lu2 nat! sorry it took sometime, muse was dying on meh
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