it's just beneath the skin | Connor & Alexius

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

The Greek man already knew the game Quinn played. He was a monster, a predator in his own right. The dealer, he was... there was something different. A different game entirely danced beneath his fingers, and that was something that he could count as exciting. Another long drag off the joint propped between his lips, his eyes studying Quinn incredulouly. He can't help but chuckle. "A little OCD, bro?" Ace is teasing lightly, a lazy way about him.

"But Quinn, he's ever so adorable. Just a little playing couldn't hurt." The dealer pouts, flopping on the foot of Quinn's bed and making himself comfortable. "And believe me, love, I can get you anything you want, don't worry your pretty little head."

[tarquin finley ellis]

The game Quinn played? Well, Lexi could pretend he knew it as much as he wanted. Hell, maybe he'd even be close to what it was, but at this point it was much more complex then even Quinn is willing to admit. And it doesn't mean a thing if Lexi knows or not; because Quinn had given warning and he didn't need drugs enough to spare the Greek male if Lexi slipped up. He doesn't like the way Lexi is looking at him, nor the comment, and his lips pull back into a silent snarl for a moment. His expression smooths over into something more blank at what Connor asks for.

His muscles tense when Lexi spoke again, flopped on the foot of his bed, but he was still quiet, watching Lexi in the very manner of a coiled snake. Finally, after a moment, Quinn exhaled slowly and leaned against his desk with folded arms to look at the two. "Connor... do you want to play with Lexi?" The words are devoid of anything. In these moments, Quinn is as even mannered as he can be with the situation at hand. He wasn't moving or snapping yet, and he had let the question settle on Connor. Quinn doesn't know what Lexi is playing at, but he's slightly curious.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor listened attentively, glad he would be able to get what he needed. But Connor wanted a lot. He always asked for a lot. Hell, his asking amount probably totalled a minimum of three hundred dollars, if not more. But he asked this male with a level gaze, serious. Two weeks worth of that shit would be gone in a week. He had enough money, surprisingly. At least for now.

Then there was Quinn's question and Connor bit his lip. If it cut his prices back, it was definitely tempting. The temptation sparked in his eyes, too, torn.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

Ace is surprisingly laid back for his line of work. One might say its all the pot he hoarded from himself. Not many people here were after it, at least, so he got on rather well. Hell, he had a way of doing well no matter what. It was this particular idea that was getting him through without a flinch-- he'd always do fairly well. The man reaches out to run a finger up Connor's thigh, a wicked smirk on his lips. "It'll make the glass a little easier, little bird." The words are slick on his tongue, dancing away.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Keeping even minded right now was the general idea, just keeping his eyes on the males on his bed. He didn't like the look in Connor's eyes after what he'd asked, but even with Lexi reaching out to touch the winged male's thigh, Quinn did not move. His fingers itched to rip the Greek's arm out of his socket, but he held that back. His teeth were clenched, gaze angry. Still he stayed put, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed. His skin was getting quite heated though, and he was debating grabbing some water or something.

Even that did not get Quinn to move at all. He was waiting. Quinn wanted the answer before he so much as turned away from the two. There was a tense kind of vibe in the air around him, and Quinn had to wonder if snatching that joint from Lexi would calm him down or not. Would pot chill him out? This was an interesting question that might have to wait for another day. Quinn didn't mind the idea of experimenting with that. Sometime.

[connor crayze sykes]

That joint was just as tempting for Connor, as well. As were the male'swords about the gpass being easier. He licked his lips, looking towards Quinn, desperate for an answer. Connor knew he himself could be quite the whore, but hanging out with Perseus lately had made him miss wanting to settle down, get to know a person.
"I-"
But he was putty, and only Quinn seemed to have permission to mold him as he pleased right now. Connor wasn't fragile enough to avoid all abuse since he'd started eating. But he didn't want to lose his person to sleep next to. What had Quinn actually had planned today, bringing him here? He couldn't get away, he could barely walk.

So he just gazed at Quinn, the look in his eyes that of a dog waiting for its master, the submission saying 'your choice. Treat me as you please.' A dangerous type of submission after the abuse of his father. He was oeavig himself open for male males to decide his fate. Who knows what they might to do him. He was easily manipulated, used. He wouod put up an exciting fight, but not ejough to get away.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

The man couldn't help but find himself slightly uncomfortable. The Greek man was watching between the dark, skinny, winged creature and the Irishman who happened to be paying his way to a much better, more entertaining things. It was a lovely way of going through stuff, was it not? Yeah. He thought so.

What he didn't keep himself from doing was leaning over Connor to the bucket of popcorn, taking a handful and offering the joint. What was he going to have to worry about of they were all stoned, after all? The creature stretches out on Quinn's bed, trying to bring a less heavy mood about their shoulders. "Anyone ever told you that you smelled good?" The creature cocked an eyebrow, curling up slightly. Why was it so chilly in here?

[tarquin finley ellis]

None of this drug stuff had been in his plans for today. It was early, and Quinn had been caught off guard by Lexi showing up. There hadn't been much planned besides a calmer sort of evening. Quinn hadn't gotten past getting Connor here, giving the winged male those shirt and relaxing with popcorn and a few movies. And would it be all that off if maybe they spent the night in his bed rather then Connor's? Quinn hadn't been doing much for sexual pressure when it came to Connor, as he was able to get that out of his system elsewhere for the most part.

Right now Quinn wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to be neglectful in that manner with Connor. Just by watching this little conversation Quinn was having doubts on his manner of handling things. When Connor started to speak -- but stopped -- Quinn peered carefully at the winged male. He saw the look he was getting, and he started to relax, the heat of his skin warming to only slightly above normal. Quinn did tense as Lexi leaned over Connor, but his movements were slow enough when he noted the taking of popcorn and the offering of the join to the winged male.

Soon he was at the bed, crawling up behind Connor and curling a loose arm around the winged male. It was a possessive 'mine' sort of silent statement directed at Lexi. No, Quinn didn't plan on sharing. "I'll pay for what he can't, Lexi." The words come after a few moments; quietly. Quinn was still a bit irritable about the whole general willingness Connor had displayed over the idea, but in the end the winged male hadn't actually agreed to do anything.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor was hooked. He took the joint and a desperate drag, relaxing some as he let the breath out, then drew in another. After a few more, he offered it back with a trembling hand. By then, Quinn was crawling up behind him, and he tucked his wings close so he could snuggle up closer to Quinn's chest.
And then Quinn was offering to paybwhat he couldn't and Connor frowned. "I-I can pay.." He insisted.

For now. Connor had a problem of running into debt if he wasn't both using and dealing as well. He was too adicted. Sure, Quinn's had seen, heard that he used. It was obvious. But he didn't know exactly how addicted. With this new door open, they had just created a monster.

He coughed huskily, tensing in Quinn's arms as his chest tightened, pain briefly searing his body. When the jolt passed, he eased up again.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

Ace's early afternoon had been eventful enough as it was. Guess it was just as well, he decided, as he lept to his feet. There was the utmost grace in the way he moved, the practiced and effortless steps of a dancer. Cash heavy in his pockets, that right there is the wind beneath his wings.

"You know where to find me, Quinn. Bring the boy over and I'll hook y'all up with some ice." The man nods, reaching over to swat the Irishman's ass. "Anything either of you guys need... you got the cash, I got your back." The Greek man nodded, blowing a smoke ring and slipping out the door.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He was able to fully relax when Connor snuggled up closer to his chest, and the vibe was much more calm at that point, even though Quinn still didn't want the drug situation to get out of hand. He'd watch and see what happened, though. At Connor's insisting words of paying, Quinn nodded. "Alright, but if you have any sort of problems with it, I want to know." He responded, voice firm. He had no interest of Connor getting into any kind of debt, but so long as he could pay for what he got, it should be fine. Though no, Quinn didn't know how bad it could get yet. That was true enough.

Quinn noted the way Connor tensed, not doing nor saying anything as it happened, figuring it would pass as usual. All they could do about something like that was wait anyway. Then Lexi was up and speaking, and Quinn nodded at the words. "Yeah, sure. We'll get that sorted out soon, Lexi." He replied with a light smile, allowing the swat without so much as a blink. Then Lexi was gone and Quinn was nuzzling into Connor's neck and nibbling over the flesh. There were things bouncing around in his head, but he was quiet for now, just being here and relaxing.