Khaki
Full Member
Defected again, used to be Cinnimon of Red
Posts: 153
|
Post by Khaki on Nov 8, 2008 23:14:23 GMT -5
"If I did not care, monsieur, I would not have asked." He held the others wrist firmly, eying the damage a moment more. He had to help him, fix him up. Perhaps even take him to the nearest hospital. He felt guilty about what he'd done, and was glad the man hadn't been so stubborn as to hold off completely on his crying. If nothing else, that snapped him out of his anger quickly. Gently he took off his white suit coat, and then the dress shirt the White nation forced on him. The shirt was then ripped into shreds and he gently stopped the brand from bleeding. Now...for the hands...if the Red nation would allow it...
|
|
|
Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 8, 2008 23:29:05 GMT -5
Red looked down as Francois spoke to him, he didn't want to communicate at the moment, he wanted to curl up inside of himself and filter feed if needed. He struggled pulling away as the other man touched his branded wound on his hip, it wasn't a pleasant feeling, he didn't want it to be touched either, not by Francois nor a doctor with a licence and degree.
Seeing as the other male was going to try and mess with his hands next he sat up and withdrew them, taking the two injured limbs close to his body. He growled sending the message of something along the lines like 'Oh hell no, that's ain't gonna happen.' He huffed and turned away childishly. He didn't want to be poked or prodded at either, he let his tattooed back with the bulled wounds be seen along with a few other scars and his cute little naked butt, well not so little but still. "Hat." He said, rather demandingly, he loved his hat, it had been through so much with him and he wanted it back, screw the clothes.
|
|
Khaki
Full Member
Defected again, used to be Cinnimon of Red
Posts: 153
|
Post by Khaki on Nov 8, 2008 23:40:54 GMT -5
Gently he placed a hand on Red's shoulder, tilting his head slightly. "Whether you let me tend to them or not, you will get them bandaged, monsieur." He'd be damned if he let the man stay in pain because he couldn't control himself. The man was rather tempting...the tattoo was...impressive for one. And the others ass was...well...very attractive in his mind. He swallowed those thoughts and brought his eyes back to the others face. Hat He blinked a moment and then looked about the room...had he even brought the hat? "I...don't believe its here." He managed uncertainly. A quick glance around made that a no.
The bullets wounds caught his attention next and he moved closer to Red, gently glancing over them. He had never been a good spy, not really. Killing people wasn't his forte. Sure he'd do it, but not without a wince and a curse. He was better suited to the metal-working and making things. Running information and papers. Of course...he had a killer aim. Any man who'd been through what he had would have the same amount of skill.
|
|
|
Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 8, 2008 23:57:30 GMT -5
Red tensed at hearing he no longer had his hat, it was a special one, gritting his teeth he swallowed hard fighting back more tears that would never be seen or so he hoped. Damn it all, he was getting good a losing things lately. He cringed just to stifle a soft sob, a whimper. He was losing it, that could be seen. "They'll be fine..." He murmured quietly, trying not to let the tone of his voice be heard.
He was rather ashamed of himself now, this was no way to act, he knew that. "My stuff?" He asked, knowing that he probably wouldn't have that either. "How pathetic..." He said looking distantly into nothingness. "I was a top agent, now...now I have nothing but a name and a past that all means nothing anymore..." He reached out to his tattered, cut clothes, feeling through them without looking, he had two weapons with him, a machete like knife and his lovely handgun. He chose the knife first, looking it over carefully.
|
|
Khaki
Full Member
Defected again, used to be Cinnimon of Red
Posts: 153
|
Post by Khaki on Nov 9, 2008 0:17:06 GMT -5
Top agent...holy crap...he had caught a top agent? I mean...he was no rookie himself but...goddamn. Gently he scooted forward, he could see that the other was losing control, and it kinda made him upset too. He should just leave this line of work altogether. If only he didn't feel bad about doing stuff like this...He was startled when the other picked up the knife, his hands should be broken...he had hit him pretty hard after all..."Non...I...I'm sorry for losing your hat monsieur..."
Gently he got close enough to press his chest against the others back, reaching forward to touch his wrist, afraid to touch his hand really. "It'll be okay non?" He murmured, trying to reassure the man. Hell, how had it gone from torture to comfort? The tears had been the start of it but...why hadn't he left this man to suffer? Considering it was Gustav this man had killed...why was he even allowing himself to touch this person?
|
|
|
Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 9, 2008 0:28:22 GMT -5
His hand may have been broken or close enough to it, he clearly didn't have a good grasp on anything but he tried to hold onto what he had, s'why he didn't go for the gun. That would have been completely useless in his bruised, busted up hands. "I'm not hearing that." He said. "I had upset you, like I have so many others, you were right in your ways..." He said still mono-toned.
Trying to get his wrist out of the others reach he leaned forward, not minding the pressure against his bare back. He didn't want to be touched near his hands, it was still just enough to cause discomfort. "Please..." He said halfway asking, halfway begging almost for the other not to bother with his hands right then. "You should have no further business with me, I am your captive, your enemy..." Red sad reminding the Frenchman of their standings with each other at the time being.
|
|
Khaki
Full Member
Defected again, used to be Cinnimon of Red
Posts: 153
|
Post by Khaki on Nov 9, 2008 0:46:34 GMT -5
This guy was stubborn and in a serious amount of pain. Not all of it, seemingly, had been inflicted by him. The half beg had made it through to him though, so he moved away from his hands and just kind of leaned on him gently. "Non...I wasn't right at all...I had no right to hurt you...you were just doing your job..." He sighed faintly, yes...he was apologizing to this man. He was trying to make the other feel better, which made him feel really odd when you got right down to it.
Gently he pulled his arms away, starting to move away from Red. "I'm sorry....for all this." He shouldn't have taken his pain out on this guy to begin with, looked like he was in enough shit of his own, without adding his. "There anywhere I can take you...a hospital...your, embassy?" He offered softly. Sure, he'd probably be captured if he took him to the embassy but...this guy was suffering.
|
|
|
Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 9, 2008 0:55:13 GMT -5
"No, I have nowhere that I would like to go, thank you though..." He just sat there, his bare body feeling the heat of the Frenchmen retreating. He had enjoyed having someone so close to himself like that but he wouldn't admitt it, not openly.
Drawing inward a little more to himself he sat there, still, breathing in a rytheme almost. He glanced back again, his lifeless mahogany eyes meeting with the singular one of Francois'. He sighed. "I take it you loved him, the man I killed in cold blood, right?" He asked in a slightly quiet tone, he was picking up on conversating.
|
|
Khaki
Full Member
Defected again, used to be Cinnimon of Red
Posts: 153
|
Post by Khaki on Nov 9, 2008 1:10:06 GMT -5
"Oui..." Francois said quietly, answering his question. "Very much." He murmured, rubbing at one arm awkwardly. Gustav had...been his life since he was a young child...the same age as him, but with vastly different goals. He had come to be in love with him, just without the courage to tell him. Now...his eye moved away from Red's, to the floor between them. He was sitting on his legs now, uncertain of what to say.
His gaze swiveled back up again and he licked his lips nervously. "...I can get you some clothes, if you'd like...are you...hungry?" He asked, hell, might as well make this guy comfortable...he didn't want to hurt him anymore...and they were both in a state of misery...perhaps they should stick together for a little...at least until Francois was sure Red was alright.
|
|
|
Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 9, 2008 1:23:10 GMT -5
"I'm sorry then..." He said watching the other. "I have a knack for hurting people..." He said in a slight gentle tone, he didn't mind being nude, but that went only as long as he had to be that way. He moved himself around to face the Frenchman again, his chest and body all being exposed, still not minding. "And...yes...I would like clothes...but wait!" Red said then he lifted up his arms a bit, out and open, as though he was offering a hug.
"I won't say that I haven't lost someone loved like you have...." He had before lost a friend, close friend from his teen years to being killed by being out on the job. Then he had lost his most recent lover. He waited, his silverish colored bangs hanging in front of his eyes that seemed to actually be showing some form of emotion. He waited, seeing what the other would do.
|
|
Khaki
Full Member
Defected again, used to be Cinnimon of Red
Posts: 153
|
Post by Khaki on Nov 9, 2008 1:36:06 GMT -5
The red head looked at him,carefully hiding the blush that would have tainted his cheeks, and met his eyes. He was holding out his arms...what an...odd thing to do. They were enemies, kinda...hell what was he kidding, he didn't want to hate this guy really. He didn't even know who he was after all! Uncertainly the Frenchman moved forward, then kind of leaned into the other, his arms going around his middle.It was awkward to hug the naked man but...comforting too somehow. "Merci." He murmured.
|
|
|
Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 9, 2008 1:43:15 GMT -5
Red closed his arms around Francois, tightly in a firm way that said 'acceptance' of this red headed man as he pulled him in the rest of the way, closing that gap between them. "I'm not good with French now...." He admitted, slightly looking away as he was rather embarrassed. He had never bothered learning French, even after having been with Paulie. "But I know that one...And, you're welcome."
His tone was low, not in a harmful way but rather comforting. He nuzzled gently into the nap of Francois' neck out of sheer habit really. "And....well....about those clothes.." He asked for, trying to ignore his throbbing hands.
|
|
Khaki
Full Member
Defected again, used to be Cinnimon of Red
Posts: 153
|
Post by Khaki on Nov 9, 2008 1:56:53 GMT -5
The embrace was nice, something he'd never gotten from anyone else. Sure, Gustav had held him when they were kids...but things had changed when they got older. Just friends. Not the situation he had wanted between them really. He was startled when the other nuzzled into his neck, and felt his cheeks heat without meaning them to. One hand gently raised to run through the others hair, slightly nervous but comfortable. This was...rather nice really.
"Oh, I have...." He wanted to get up but at the same time didn't want to. He felt...weirdly safe in this guy's arms. "Inside...I might be able to scrounge something to fit you." He murmured, singular eye on the others face, just watching him.
|
|
|
Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 9, 2008 2:13:04 GMT -5
What was that? My god a smile crossed onto his lips seeing the others face that way, it was a slightly sweet one. Red nodded to the other leaning back into him, he had enjoyed the hug himself, the feeling of someone else. Of being held so comfortably...Then he shook his head as the thought of holding him with nothing between them came to mind and he blushed slightly. 'Dammit all...' He thought trying to no let the other see him blushing, it was a rare thing for the Spaniard.
"Take your time..." He said warmly into the Frenchman's ear, he halfway didn't want the other to get up because he was warm and kind and gentle. Though sitting with his naked ass on the floor was a bit cold and had his questioning how clean everything was.
|
|
Khaki
Full Member
Defected again, used to be Cinnimon of Red
Posts: 153
|
Post by Khaki on Nov 9, 2008 2:25:11 GMT -5
The Frenchman's eye had closed and he had snuggle slightly to him. Wow, this wasn't too bad...considering who they were this was kinda off. But hell...it felt good to be comforted...and he kinda...liked being held. "We can go inside..." The Frenchman said softly. This guy needed some warm clothing, rest, and most probably something to eat. But too move from this position would be really hard...mostly because he didn't want to move.
Gently he slightly detached himself from the hug, without moving Red's hands, and looked at him quietly. "I mean...if you don't mind...coming inside..." I mean hell, he had hurt the guy pretty badly after all...who knew if he wanted to leave now or what. That was another thing...if the guy left he'd be alone here...and he wasn't sure he could handle that.
|
|