misdirect me [kira]

[makism vandik tarasov]

The man couldn't tell you what had happened. He couldn't tell you what had been put in his system, and it was something that he couldn't handle. Makism didn't want to explore the fact that he'd just gotten very... very sleepy. It was enough to tire him out, whatever it was. His head was killing him, on top of that.

No matter what, the man would attribute a headache to lack of caffeine. He wasn't looking for something delicious and frilly. Nope, the Russian man took his coffee black. He made his way to the dining hall, grabbing a chipped porcelain mug filled with black coffee. It was starting to get late, seven o'clock on Halloween night. The man hadn't seen Quinn around and he was getting bored, to tell you the truth.

The hall was nearly empty, just a few stragglers and the staff. Makism had a long table to himself, his thin figure standing out like a sore thumb, dark in all the sterile brightness of the room. He stared blankly into the pot of coffee, not bothering to pull up a faked expression. He may be a monster now, but the monster of a man happened to be exhausted.

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[kira shain romonov]

Kira yawned, slinking into the dining hall and rubbing at an arm. After the injections the day before, and a twenty four hour watch, Kira was bored out of his mind and had settled for picking arguments with people to annoy them. Including his brothers.

Eyes landed on Makism and he grinned, slinking over and socking the other male in the shoulder lightly. "Boo, mister ice-man," He sneered, hauling himself onto the table and tugging the other male's head up gently by the hair. "What's up sleepy head?"

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism couldn't help but bristle as Kira came near. They'd had their show of chest pounding and staring at each other cross eyed, so they should be okay, right? Nah. The Russian man locked eyes with his counterpart briefly, staring up into the creature's face. It's chilly, but at the same time, the iceman longs for human contact. How can he not?

"You touch it, you take it, pain in the ass." Some of the ice in his eyes melts away as his gaze tracks up, shivering just slightly. He's been cold lately, so cold... human contact is something he welcomes.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira grinned, and in response gave the cold male a hug. "Guess you're mine then," He taunted, shifting his weight on the table before running a hand through his hair. "These new tests fucking suck. What dod you end up with?" He stretched, reaching out to ruffle the other male's hair obnoxiously.

[makism vandik tarasov]

It's weird the way he falls in with Kira. There's no big deal as he leans into the man's hug, a hand going to the other man's hair and using it to tug his head back. They're a strange mix, they can crash heads and knock together, fall apart in time. "Or you're mine. Think it works better that way, seeing as I don't share." The creature didn't have a problem growling into Kira's neck, not quite fucking around. There's an air about him... Makism doesn't joke so much. The other thing? He's greedy with his pets.

There's a large yawn... a kitten yawn, if his face was cuter. "Sloth, if you couldn't tell. You?" There's a funny thing about Kira's hands in his hair-- he doesn't mind. The Russian man's hands slide to Kira's hips, fingers digging in.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira could only smirk, stubbornly shaking his head. "Mm, greed." A chuckle. Kira could be greedy when he well needed to be, but for the most part he lived life without a leash. He didn't need to own things, it was easier to throw them away and move on, or not even possess them in the first place.
This seemed more with people though, and that was a problem.
He smiled hazily as fingers dug against his hips quite enjoying it, and only curled closer. A finger teased along the line of Makism's jaw. "Toys are always more fun when you share," He teased.

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism couldn't help but smirk as he toyed with the other man. It's something that he finds himself combatting with the greatest of ease. "I'm shocked заяц." The man's words drip with sarcasm, the endearing word dancing across his lips with gentle venom. They could go a few rounds. They could play. He's possessive if you want one thing for certain.

"Looks like it sucks for you, then." Makism's eyes spark slightly, nipping at the man's lower lip. He's growling, shivering slightly closer into the creature. His skin is cold, the contact more than welcome.

[kira shain romonov]

Right here in the dining hall even, Kira wouldn't mind. It would be a royal battle, grand, and completely worth it. The nip to his lower lip seemed to agree and he wrapped his arms tightly around Makism, pulling him onto the table to kiss him deep and hungry. Then a better, crazier idea sparked and Kira was on the ground and pulling Makism with him. He pulled the male close, climbing up the wall with him to the ledge of a tall window, flipping off the others now below them. This way the staff wouldn't be a problem either. "Now. Where were we?"

[makism vandik tarasov]

The creature couldn't help but begin the slow road to deterioration. His ribs had started to show but the strength hasn't ebbed away. There's a rippling strength below all else as Kira leaps up the wall, Makism smirking broadly as he goes. There had been a kiss, a return already. They crash and pull apart, and it's entertaining. "I do believe we were on our way to bed." There's a broad yawn, the Russian man's face resting on Kira's neck. For once, he lacks a perverted glint. For once, he's just tired.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira chuckled. "Tired baby," He teased, but again hugged the taller Russian close, scaling back down the wall, and eventually out the door towards the dorms. He had been looking for fun, but he supposed sleep could happen first. He headed towards the physical ward, and then to his dorm, opening it and shutting it again with his foot before lying the taller male on the bed and pulling his own tie off, tossing it aside.

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism can't help but melt into the nearest source of warmth. He can't help the cold that creeps into his bones, he doesn't have control over the power as of quite yet. It makes his head spin, sometimes he's sick with it. Sometimes it's too much.

He tumbles to the bed, a chuckle in his throat. "Hey, watch where you're throwin' me." It's a laugh, a grin. Something about Makism is different today, different than last time. He kicks his slippers off, letting them land where they will. Maybe silliness is okay for now.

[kira shain romonov]

He only managed a grin, tossing the tie onto the bed and seaching his minifridge before producing two sodas. He offered one out to Makism before popping the tab on his own to take a sip. Settingit on the nightstand, he eventually clambored into bed and curled up near the taller male. He set his laptop up with a movie, mainly for background noise, then cuddled closer still, playig with Makism's hair soothingly.

[makism vandik tarasov]

The man curls up on himself, watching Kira with darting eyes. He looks almost like a small, sad puppy for the moment. A homeless heart, because it seemed rather recently that he'd been thrown out on his ass, into the street. The creature had a bad habit of letting himself grow cold... his heart and his mind, his body... it could grow cold. The Russian man was so full of life until he wasn't.

He can't help but grin, popping the tab on the can. Makism allows a slight grin to dance across his lips, eyes on Kira's face. He takes a long sip, sneezing moments after swallowing. It's funny, he's laughing. The creature grins brightly, a spark back in his bright green eyes. To Kira's chest he cuddles, forehead resting against Kira's neck. "I like you so much more when you're not talking." He's starting to like the other Russain man more than he means to. Kryptonite: cuddles. Warm cuddles.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira chuckled. "Mm, don't get used to it." He teased, licking his jaw, then his ear obnoxiously before he snuggled up close again. "You're so cold," He whined. But it was better than his hothead temper.
He pulled the blankets up and piled them on top of them, yawning and stretching before curling into his usual ball. Except usually it was with his brother's. Although often it was also with one night stands. He rarely came back for seconds. Or cuddles.

[makism vandik tarasov]

It was weird to flirt. It was weird to know that there was something that had so much... so much doing left in it. There were things that had been done... dirty, grand, disgusting things that had been done. Makism always did enjoy himself, surprising people with the fierce dominant streak that coursed through his brain. Dominant, possessive, dangerous, flawed... welcome to Makism's world.

The cold was a part of him now too. The creature's icy fingers trail down man's cheek, pushing the other Russian's face away as a tongue finds his face. "Ewww, Kira germs." The words are lighthearted, in jest... it's more than he's joked in ages. It feels good for things to not be so heavy. The green eyed boy reaches out and catches the other man's hand in his own... something about the move feels right. Why not? "The cold comes with the territory, my dear." The man speaks softly, a nearly sad note creeping into his voice. Makism wishes he had better control.