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Iskmari was older now, the teen years prooved well for him physically. He grew quickly, and 'finely' as his mother commented once. It didn't bother him in the least. He was sexy, and he knew it. So, that spurned some attitude.. Granted, it wasn't a 'worship me or i'll kill you' attitude, heavens no, it was more of a 'i'm sexy deal with it' type.

But he did have a bit of... Something with his attitude that tended to get him in trouble at times.. And this was no different.

He glared at the taller man as he was sort of pinned against the wall, the man wasn't touching him yet though, but if he made a move either way, gorilla-arms here would be able to grab him.

Iskmari gave a scoff, "I'm going to ask once again, back off, and leave me alone, I don't care how hott you think I am, there's no way I'd sleep, let alone have a drink with someone like you" he snapped, his eyes watched the man levily, and groaned when he didn't move away, but just moved closer.

The man smirked, giving a I love it when they fight, so complain away sexy"

Iskmari glared, and squirmed when the man seemed to suddenly spring forward and was attacking his neck with his average lips. Iskmari glared, and growled, much like Kimiko would [where do you think he learned it?] And kneed the guy where it would count.

Which wasn't the best of decisions as not only was the man pissed now, he was also more determined.

Iskmari winced when he was shoved hard against the wall, glaring, "Let me go!" he snapped, squirming, but his neck was attacked again, and the man laid his larger body against his own, and Iskmari could not move that well.. He winced when hands started to grope him, one between his legs, the other at his side going for his ass.

Iskmari growled once more, squirming, "GET OFF ME!" he practically roared out.. Why the fuck were people ignoring this? He glared at a few people that were looking, to have them look away.. Fuckers! "GET HIMM OFF MEEEEEE!" he wailed, Gasping as a sharp inhale of breath was taken in.. A Whimper escaped him as a hand slid into his pants..

Iskmari shook as he tried again to push the larger man away from him.. Why wasn't any of these people helping him? Why were they letting this brute of a man do this to him!?

What Iskmari didn't know, was this was the leader of the group of people.. The boss you could say of this little mob. So of course they wern't going to try and stop the brute of a man.. Didn't help he smelled like wet dog.. a demon of some sort...

Iskmari screamed when the male started taking his pants off.. "LET ME GO!" he shrieked.. Oh god.. He did NOT want his first time to be with this.. this.. this FILTH.

Perosa wandered about, cigarette hanging from his lip. Now and again he would take a puff, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils as though he were a dragon. Many people avoided him mostly because of his appearance: tall, gangly, bleach-blonde hair, dark and fitted clothing, hunched, gangster-like walk. Yea, he was a sight to see, not that the scar on his forehead helped much. Women and children dashed across the road to the opposite sidewalk just to get away from him. Which was completely over-the-top since he had no interest in mothers and children--they had never done him wrong.

He passed by an alleyway filled with yelling and didn't look back. He didn't want to get in the middle of some lover's quarrel. However, when it grew louder and the words more distinguishable, Perosa back-tracked, popping his head around the corner to watch. A blonde brow rose and he took a puff of his cigarette, pushing the smoke from his nose quickly when he realized who the thug was. A smirk spread across his features and he stepped into the alleyway, calling out.

"Tripo, you sly son-of-a-bitch! So this is where you've been giving me the slip." Instantly, all heads turned to him, the closest guy coming at him. Perosa easily deflected his punch into the wall opposite him, taking another puff as though it were nothing. The mob was on him and Perosa was given a run for his money. Fists flew and connected, though Perosa was able to make it through the fray with a grand leap. His foot landed squarely on the leader's face, knocking him to the ground and away from the boy he had pinned against the wall. Perosa landed where the thug had once stood, turning to glance in his direction. "Oh, don't mind me, doll. Just some unfinished business."

Tripo, as Perosa knew him, got up, quickly retaliating on Perosa. Fist connected to cheek, causing the cigarette to fall out of his mouth and land in a near-by puddle. Instantly, Perosa was back on him, slamming him into the opposite wall--from Iskmari--before landing a couple blows to the face. He let him drop, his little gang members running to him to drag him down the alleyway, cursing Perosa. "Yea, whatever!" He called back, kneeling down to pick up the cigarette that was now water-logged. "Shit.. that was my last one."


ooc: totally made that name up XD lol

Iskmari had closed his eyes tightly, squirming in the grip. But it all stopped, and he slowly peeked an eye open, to catch someones foot slamming into the guys face, and making him fall off.. A breath was released from his lungs, having not realized he had been holding it.. He blinked a few times, watching as the fight went down.. One guy, just took out.. like.. the rest, and they were retreating..

Iskmari blinked, then frowned.. Doll? Who the fuck did he think he was?

When the others were finally gone, and he was sulking over his smoke, he huffed.. "My name isn't Doll" he huffed out, getting straight to the point. The guy looked shady, of course, considering whose asses he kicked, he wouldn't be surprised.

Perosa clicked his tongue to the top of his mouth, tossing the smoke to the ground again, wiping his hand on his pants. He turned to the 'victim' and raised his brows. A hand came up to wipe his mouth, blood coming off on the back of his hand. Great, one of them busted his lip open. "You know, for just having your ass saved, you're not very greatful, Doll." Perosa knew what he was saying, even emphasized the pet name just to piss him off more. He wasn't afraid of some pansy-ass prince-boy who couldn't even lay one on the leader of the weakest gang of them all.

Iskmari blinked, and glared, "Hey!" he snapped.. But he caught sight of the blood.. He groaned.. And just moved, taking the others hand, "Come" he stated, short and to the point. Tugging the others hand. Thankfully He followed, and soon they were on their way.

Iskmari didn't stop until he had gotten to where he wanted to go. A Place in town that he was renting, much to his mothers dismay, and pulled him inside, not saying a word.

However once inside, and at the kitchen table, he gave a "Sit" and then went and got a clean cloth, getting it damp, he came back, and despite whatever look on the others face, he gently pressed it to the bleeding lip.. Watching his hands, and what he was doing.. He finally spoke a bit gentler.. "Thanks for helping me back there" he stated softly..

He was quiet a moment, then stated a bit sternly, "And my name is Iskmari".

Perosa hadn't expected to be tugged along by the other, but he let it be. What the hell, he hadn't anything better to do today anyway and he was slightly curious over this sudden change of attitude.

When they reached the apartment, Perosa's eye twitched. He had been right all along. Princess. Once inside the apartment, it only became more clear. At the command, Perosa became defiant, standing still with a look of disbelief on his face. The kid had just seen him take out an entire gang more or less and now was ordering him around? No, Perosa didn't even give his step-dad that pleasure.

Before he could say anything, a cloth was being pressed to his lips. Instantly, he recoiled, hissing in air. "Shit, what are you trying to do?" He asked, moving his hand to his lip and keeping a bit of distance between him and the kid. A brow raised at the name, letting out a soft sound. "Hmm. That's too long. Think I'll stick with 'Doll'." He said simply, wiping blood from his lip again. "Name's Perosa." He said quietly, wondering now why he had followed Iskmari in the first place.

Iskmari rolled his eyes, "I'm trying to clean it, Less you want it to get infected" he snapped, He tried to be gentle! He hadn't just smacked it on him.. He sighed, and offered it to him, "Would you feel better if you do it?"

Iskmari blinked, and frowned, "I'm not a Doll" he huffed, glaring a bit. He looked away, and at the name, glanced back.. Perosa? Seriosuly? "Really?" he asked, surprised, trying to keep from laughing about it.. That was one hell of a funny name for a guy like him.

Perosa huffed. "I don't need it. Just rub some dirt in it and it'll be fine." He said defiantly, licking his lip some to clean it. He gave a shrug at Iskmari's protests to be called 'doll'. Maybe he'd call him by his name.. if he ever saw him again. He raised a brow, giving a warning glance in his direction at his tone. "Yes. Really. And if you knew what was good for you, you'd leave out any comments." It was precisely because of his name that he became a punk, a gangster and grew tough. It was the only thing his father left him with, and he never forgot it.

Iskmari blinked a few times, but managed to keep in the laughter, "I'm sorry, it just.. Seems so unlike you" he commented softly.. But he sighed.. Going to a drawer, and moved, pulling out a package, "here" he stated softly, Taking one out of the package, then he moved tossing the rest of the package to Perosa..

A 'dirty little secret' of his, that his mother nor Kimiko knew about it.. Iskmari smoked. Not often, but on occassion he did. Usually when overly tired he smoked to keep awake, or reeaaaally bored he'd go out to smoke, or when he was stressed. He didn't 'need' to smoke all the time, he wasn't that dependant. "Not sure if it's what you normally smoke, but it's something" he stated softly.

He reached into the same drawer, getting his lighter, and lit it up then and there, opening the window after wards. Turning to look at Perosa, "I'm assuming you have your own lighter" he commented softly. Just watching him for a few moments...

He was silent for a moment, just watching him.. Perosa wasn't that bad on the eyes, and he was at least a decent guy, considering he hadn't had to help him out of that mess to start with.. He regarded him for a while longer, debating silently if he should or not..

He decided, so holding his smoke with his fingers, he asked, seriously, "Want to have sex? No strings attached?" he asked smoothly, leaning against his kitchen counter.

Perosa looked to Iskmari when he spoke, catching the pack of cigarettes with a raised brow. So, he smoked? It was a surprise to say the least, especially with his personality and his home. A smirk spread across his lips as he tapped the pack on his hand, taking the cigarette that popped out between his lips. He tossed the rest of the pack on the table, reaching to pull out a lighter, quickly lighting up.

He took a much needed, drawn out drag on it, holding it for a moment before letting the smoke leek out his nostrils. "Definately not my brand, but it'll do." He said, holding it between his thumb and index finger. Perosa had expected to enjoy a nice, peaceful smoke, but he should have known better. In the middle of another drag, he heard Iskmari's question, choking on the smoke entering his lungs. He coughed for a few moments before he was able to get his speech back. "What?! You're shittin' me." And after he'd just saved his ass from being raped in an alleyway, too. Perosa could hardly believe his ears.

Iskmari's eyes closed, and he couldn't help the faint smile on his lips.. That reaction was not one he expected, and for some reason it amused him, but he shook his head, "I shit you not" he stated softly. Opening his eyes only about, half way, he looked to the other, "I am serious though.. You're not bad looking, and you'r decent enough person to have helped me back there.. And you didn't jump me." he stated softly, "If the other guy wasn't as ugly as he had been, and hadn't jumped me, I would of probably considered it" he admitted..

So he was a bit vain.. But Perosa was rather good looking, only flaw to his face was the scar to his view, but it seemed to be all right for Perosa, as if it was normal for him. So in Isk's book he was just fine to have sex with. He wasn't a 'ugly' or a 'risk' since Isk was the one who offered, and not him asking for it, meaning he wasn't after 'one thing' after all.

Isk watched him for a few moments more, smiling softly, "So how 'bout it?" he asked softly, letting his eyes close as he took another slow drag on his own smoke, the smokr slowly leaving his slightly parted lips after wards.. He let his eyes open, watching Perosa.

Perosa shook his head in disbelief. Just his luck, huh? He took one last drag on the cigarette, licking his fingertips before snuffing it out with a pinch. He tossed the butt in the trashcan. He let out a sigh, looking back to Iskmari. "I won't cuddle afterwards." He said, biting the inside of his cheek. "And I won't be gentle, even if it's your first time." He said without much feeling, hoping to scare Iskmari out of the idea. It was a stupid idea, really.

Iskmari gave a soft laugh, "I didn't expect you to be a cuddler" he commented softly, at the ladder, he did grow quiet for a moment, but a soft, "Fine" escaped him.. He was tired of being a virgin, and he wanted to have sex, and Perosa here met nearly all of his criteria.. So why the hell not?

Iskmari put his smoke out in the sink, then threw away the now doused smoke, and moved, "Bed room's this way" he stated softly as he walked past the other male. He wasn't sure why, but his heart was racing in his chest..

As he reached his room, he removed his bit of jewlery he wore (necklace and arm bracelets in sig) Setting them on the dresser, then glanced back towards the door.. Waiting for the other.

Perosa followed after him, watching him remove his jewelry. He moved to him, letting his hands fall to Iskmari's waist. He leaned in close, his lips hovering just over Iskmari's. "Just don't regret it." He whispered softly before mashing his lips to Iskmari's, his hands pulling him into him.

Iskmari blinked a couple of times.. don't regret it? He blinked though when the other mashed his lips to his own, and pulled his body into his. It wouldn't of been so bad if not for the taste of copper on Perosa's lip. But Iskmari pushed it back, letting his arms move to around the others neck as he kissed him back, moving his hips to let his body rub against Perosa's in all those right places to send tingles down his spine.