JULLIAN DEMOS
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BROOKSTONE : SINGLE #1002 LEADER OF FEROCE[M:0:]
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Post by JULLIAN DEMOS on Jun 10, 2013 20:31:57 GMT -5
There was something about how easy it was to get past the guards at the entrance of the underground hideaway... something strange. It seemed peculiar to Jullian, but at the time being, he found that he didn't give two shits. About three hours previously, he had found out that a man that had owed him a small fortune had been dragged away and thrown in jail nearly a year ago. It wouldn't have been such an issue, if the dumb ass hadn't gotten life in prison. Jullian twisted his mouth into a scowl as he descended the steps that lead into the darkened corridor. The man had heard from the same individual that Bae Kim had a son, and that son had inherited all the money and the business that Bae had previously created. Jullian was informed that the child's name was Ki-Seok Kim, and had been assured that 0 2 90 Flat was, indeed, now run by the successor.
He was wearing dark clothes, stiff slacks and a formal-looking shirt that buttoned up his dark muscular neck. The last few buttons were free, revealing a thin chain that supported some kind of necklace, but it was hidden from view. His hair wasn't quite messy, but it wasn't brushed down -- its regular style was obtained and stuck, flyaway hairs bouncing gently as he made his way down the final steps. Usual dark circles lined the hollow beneath his eyes, outlining the striking color of his yellow irises. It made him look tired, exhausted even, but that wasn't the case at all. In fact, Jullian had slept good last night in his single bedroom apartment. He had woken up, and gone about his usual daily duties until he had found about the news. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon now, and the sun was near the top of its cycle. If he wasn't so immune to the sun's rays, the Greek would've been worried about getting a sun burn before arriving at the illegal racing circuit.
Dark dress shoes clicked against the tile floor as soon as Jullian reached the end of the stairway. He bent slightly at the waist to examine something fluttering in the dust, but lost interest as soon as he noticed the insect's travels. He continued onward, looking around slowly with his eyelids half lowered. He hadn't been here in a long time -- at least, not since it has transferred ownership. It was the same, but different at the same time. The bleak walls were an off-white, paint flaking at irregular intervals. Jullian reached up to pull at his goatee as he walked down the corridor, listening to himself breath and the click of his shoes against the tiling. Within a few minutes of staring mindlessly at the barren, stone walls, Jullian reached a door that read "Office", the 'i' dangerously close to peeling off. The Greek was surprised to not see any security perched outside Ki-Soek's quarters -- but who knew, the man may have been understaffed. Raising a tattooed fist, Jullian rapped slowly but firmly, his mark echoing down the hallway. He took a step back, shoving his hand back into his slack pockets. LAIKA OF GS!
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KIM KI-SEOK
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Post by KIM KI-SEOK on Jun 10, 2013 20:59:50 GMT -5
It'd been about a year since his father had gone to prison. A life time sentence. It was sad, yes, but no surprise to the Kim family. You were a god if you ended up not arrested or in prison during your life in this Korean family. So it had honestly just been a matter of time until Bae had fallen. But the family had been prepared for it, like they always were. It had been a smooth shift of powers, the patriarch's seat of the Kims handed down from father to son. At the head of the table now sat Ki-Seok. And it was time for changes.
Currently the young Asian sat in his father's old office, looking around with a content expression. He had changed the once cold and stiff appearing room into one of his own tastes. The new speaker system pulsated a deep bass through the room as music played, the large screen in the opposite wall divided into numerous sections and overlooking numerous key locations of the circuit. Bright green Osiris shoes were kicked up on the new black desk, body leaned back in the plush office chair. The boy did not dress the part of a business owner, as his father might have. He looked more like one of the racers, which in all honestly he was. Fashionable but flashy, and a whole lot of green and black. A cigarette was settled to the side of one of his piercings as he stared at the screens. He had two 'attendants' with him, the men on their phones making sure everything was prepared for tonights races. Both men were of Korean heritage too it seemed.
As a knock rang on the door Ki rolled his eyes toward it in annoyance. "Hyun," he called to one of the men and nodded at the door. Immediately the man went to answer it, opening the door with a solemn expression. Quietly the man looked over this dark-skinned male before him before turning his head toward Ki-Seok and addressed him in another language. The name "Demos" could be heard among the foreign words as well as "Feroce". After a brief scowl from Ki and a nod Hyun opened the door more to let Jullian inside.
Slowly Ki took a drag from his cigarette, green eyes scanning this unfamiliar man up and down. "What the fuck you want," he asked bluntly.
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JULLIAN DEMOS
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BROOKSTONE : SINGLE #1002 LEADER OF FEROCE[M:0:]
your littlest sin
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Post by JULLIAN DEMOS on Jun 10, 2013 21:24:36 GMT -5
It wasn't quite the kind of greeting that a possible consumer would've liked, but it was something that Jullian had pretty much expected. He kept his hands in his pockets, his ringed eyes covered briefly by his lashes as he entered slowly. His shoes were silent for some reason, as well as everything else. It seemed as if the universe stopped as the two men stared each other down. Jullian expected a kid, but this man looked at least of legal age to drink. He cocked an eyebrow, not daring to tilt his head though. Despite the grown appearance, the man was hardly a man -- he was obviously immature and unprofessional. His clothes screamed immature alongside his greeting. Jullian honestly wasn't surprised at what was presented before him.
At least he now knew where the security were. They hid in the young businessman's office, guarding him from within his quarters. Jullian wasn't impressed, though. His eyebrows relaxed and his yellow eyes finished their scrutiny before he even thought of returning the greeting. Gesturing with his right hand, Jullian gave a slight bow, mocking the opposing man with clean politeness. "Well, hello to you too, mister Kim. My name is Jullian Demos, and I have some business to work out with you." Returning his hand to his side, Jullian looked from side to side, watching the security along the walls. "May I sit?"
Not waiting for an answer, Jullian politely stepped around the edge of the plush chairs with a slight smile on his lips, settling himself on the edge of the seat. He ran his hands over his legs, flattening his slacks. "These are very comfortable, I must say. Good choice in ..." Jullian eyed the rest of the office, a stereo system booming in the corner of the room. "... furniture." Finishing cautiously, the Greek flashed a wide smile. The other man seemed less than comfortable with Jullian's presence, but it didn't bother him at all. That was a common response, whether or not the individual understood his status in the city. He had grown used to it, even enjoyed it. But there was something underlying in Ki-Seok's attitude that was different, it was unlike any other. Jullian allowed his smile to drop from his lips as he folded his hands over his lap. "As I'm sure you're aware, your father was well known in the... community. He was powerful, and wealthy. Unfortunately, he owed me quite a bit of money prior to his sentencing. I'd like to make arrangements for payment from you, his heir." He was cautious with his words, knowing that nothing kept this man from throwing Jullian out on his ass right there and then. LAIKA OF GS!
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KIM KI-SEOK
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Post by KIM KI-SEOK on Jun 11, 2013 16:30:06 GMT -5
Ki watched in a dull boredom as the man acted polite, bowing even. Clearly the formalities did not make an impression on the young Korean. He knew quite well who this man was, had even been warned about him by his father during a visit to the prison. But he wasn't about to bend over and kiss this gangster's ass. Nor was he going to offer him a polite niceness that was clearly fake. When asked if he could sit Ki-Seok merely watched as Jullian took a seat anyways, smoke tumbling from his lips as he pulled the cigarette away from his lips.
At the compliment to his redecorating he just smirked, hardly caring if the remark was genuine or not. He was content with the plush feel of the room, the polar opposite of what his father had strived for. And having some gang leader in here ruining the feng shui did not make him a happy camper. He only grew more disgruntled as he heard the reason for Jullian's visit. Letting his smirk linger though he pulled his feet off the desk, sitting up straighter in his chair. Laying elbows down on the dark wood he held the cigarette between two fingers, beginning to wave it around as he spoke.
"Well that's a damn shame he was arrested, isn't it? Owing someone money is serious business," he said in a voice almost too confident, to a point of mockery. Green eyes narrowed in a challenging stare as he looked at the larger man. "But I'm not my father. What deals he made with you were his affairs, not mine. I don't owe you shit." And that he was bullheaded on. His father had told him Jullian would eventually show up for the money, advised Ki to just give it to him and be done with the gang. But Ki-Seok wouldn't hear any of it. This was his money now. His business. He wasn't here to play the middle man for Bae, to tie the man's loose ends. Hell no. So he wasn't going to honor this old debt.
"Go ahead and threaten me, go ahead and get pissy. But you aren't getting that money from me. It wasn't my stupid idea to ask brutes like you for assistance. I've my own connections," he said with a smirk before glancing at one of the asian guards. The man nodded and stood taller, a hand casually going to rest on the gun at his hip. "So, Mr. Demos, if you'll kindly leave and not bother me again."
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JULLIAN DEMOS
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Post by JULLIAN DEMOS on Jun 11, 2013 21:23:29 GMT -5
Again, Jullian wasn't surprised by the treatment he was given by the young Korean. He raised his eyebrows and let a smirk play on his sharp features, tilting his face down. The dark circles beneath his eyes looked larger than ever as he watched Ki-Seok's amusement. He was unbelievably cocky for such a young business owner -- he couldn't have been in the business for long. He probably was shoved into it when his father was suddenly arrested. A year, and this was what was created from the power Bae held. It was actually interesting to watch, the feisty young adult smoking his top brand cigarettes. Jullian couldn't help but laugh -- and he didn't.
"Don't you think we could discuss this without your... what was the word you used... brutes breathing over our shoulders? It would be much more pleasant, I think. Or are you scared of me, Mr. Kim?" Jullian held his hands steady in his lap, a knuckle popping and destroying the silence that was created after the Greek man finished speaking. A smirk played on his features, slight but visible, especially to the man it was pointed at. "What do you say, partner?" Jullian shifted, the smile never leaving his lips.
There was a loud thud as Jullian pulled his gun from his own hidden holster, darting around the edge of the desk and wrapping his opposite arm around Ki-Seok's neck, pulling him close to his face. He positioned the Korean between him and both of the body guards, making it impossible for them to shoot him without going through their employer. He backed up, tightening his arm as he pushed his gun against Ki-Seok's temple. "Why don't we lose the brutes and talk a little more comfortably, hmm?" LAIKA OF GS!
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KIM KI-SEOK
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Post by KIM KI-SEOK on Jun 13, 2013 21:47:09 GMT -5
Scared? Hardly. Ki-Seok was no fool. He knew that the moment he took over Bae's business he would have enemies. His father had relied too heavily on the gangs of NYC, the locals. And look what it got him. Debts. Ki, unlike his father, reverted back to the family's original foundation and ties. The Koreans and Japanese. He had protection. So why be scared of some little gang leader? Tch, the man was just an ugly little cockroach in his eyes.
But a crafty one at that. Before Ki could finish a drag of his cigarette he found a gun being pointed at his head. Both of his own men had their guns in hand and raised in their direction. Jullian was smart though, Ki could see that. Using him as a meat shield. Pity the kid had an ace up his sleeve. Blowing smoke past pierced lips and letting it drift up to the other man's face he gave a sleazy smirk. "I'd be careful with that gun, Demos. Pull that trigger and you'll find yourself in a bigger mess than you did when my father went to jail," he said cockily.
But ace or not, he still did not have the genuine advantage here. There was, after all, a fucking gun pointed to his temple. With a few calm words in Korean addressed to his guards, the men seemed very disgruntled. But reluctantly they left the room, guns still in hand. Once the door was shut Ki rolled green eyes up to look at the other man, a slight glare to his stare. "Now, go ahead, try and persuade me. But a word to the wise, holding a gun to my head won't get you shit. So back off."
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JULLIAN DEMOS
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BROOKSTONE : SINGLE #1002 LEADER OF FEROCE[M:0:]
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Post by JULLIAN DEMOS on Jun 13, 2013 22:18:15 GMT -5
Jullian smirked as Ki blew smoke into his face. He was often in environments where smoking was a widely accepted habit, and although he didn't participate in it, he could tolerate it for long periods of time without being bothered. The gun was stiffly positioned, Jullian's arm frozen, muscles tense as he waited for the indication that the Korean men were leaving. Once they did so, Jullian hesitated before letting go of the cocky bastard hooked in his arm. "Don't be so hasty, Mr. Kim. I hadn't dreamed of killing you like this. It's too easy this way. I'm going to get my money one way or another, and I'll do whatever I have to do to get it." Tightening his arm to cause the young man to sputter, Jullian suppressed a chuckle. He brought his lips close and murmured against Ki's pierced ear. "And if I have to kill you to get my money, I'll do it. Don't worry your pretty little head about it, though."
Jullian slowly loosened his arm, but not enough for Ki to twist out of his grasp. His smirk never left his lips as he purred into the dark hair brushing his cheek. "I don't think you're in the position to be acting so cocky, Mr. Kim. I'd be careful what you say." As he spoke, Jullian hitched his gun back into its holster and maneuvered his arm around, grabbing Ki's wrist with one hand and the opposing one with his other. He twisted the wrists enough to cause pain, but not to break any bones. Ki's smaller body slammed against the desk, regardless of what was scattered on the surface; his wrists were twisted painfully behind his back in one of Jullian's hands. The entire action was finished by the time the Greek uttered the word 'say'. Running his opposite hand through his tousled black hair, Jullian let his smirk grow a bit larger. Ki definitely knew where he stood on the food chain, but obviously he didn't understand it enough. LAIKA OF GS!
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KIM KI-SEOK
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Post by KIM KI-SEOK on Jun 13, 2013 23:13:23 GMT -5
It seemed Mr. Big Bad Gangster had other ideas than to release Ki from his grip. The longer the man held onto him the more Ki-Seok felt pissed off. He didn't like people touching him without his permission, let alone in such a hostile manner. And in his own god damn office! While his stare turned into an icy glare he took the moment to make a mental note and up the security around this place later if he had a chance. Keep the disgusting riffraff like this man out of his sights and out of his mind.
Ki managed to give a chuckle of his own when Jullian confirmed he would kill the Asian if needed. "Oh I won't. It'll be your ugly fat head that has a lot to worry about. Kill me and you definitely won't get access to that money," he replied with a sneer and shoved his head in the direction of Jullian's face, trying to get the man away from his ear. He did not appreciate being talked to in this manner. He was a Kim for christ's sake! Did this man not know their history? Or was he too stupid to really understand!? As the arm around him was loosened he jerked against it, testing his mobility. Not much, the fucker wasn't going to ease up on him. His lips only curled more into a scowl.
And then shit hit the fan. Ki-Seok was barely able to keep a hold of his cigarette in his fingers as he was grabbed and whipped around in a flurry that made his head spin for a few seconds. With a grunt he landed against the desk, crumpling papers beneath him. A pen dug into his chest uncomfortably. His face contorted a moment in pain and fury as his wrists were twisted. Giving a huff he found control of himself again. His pain tolerance ran high, like the rest of his family's. He wasn't going to be whimpers so easily for an asshole like this!
"You think you can get away with this? In my own domain?" He gave a scoffing sound and jerked against the man restraining him. The action only further causing a pain to jolt through his limbs and he had to stop. The fingers of one hand were tightly curled around his cigarette, refusing to let it drop. He didn't want a fucking fire in his office on top of this. Or an ash stain where it'd be stepped on in the midst of this. "You leave a single fucking mark on me and those two men out there will make sure you don't leave here unless you're in a dufflebag heading for the harbor," he snapped, the cockiness of his tone now replaced with hate. "So I don't think you are in a position to be acting so cocky, Mr. Demos," he said mockingly.
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JULLIAN DEMOS
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Post by JULLIAN DEMOS on Jun 13, 2013 23:32:44 GMT -5
Jullian noticed how Ki-Seok managed to keep hold of his cigarette in on hand, his fingers curled around it in a tight grip. It made the Greek chuckle to himself as he wrung the Korean's arms higher up his back, hoping for a response. He knew he was less than likely to get one -- there was a reason that the Kim family was so high in the dark corners of the city for years. They knew their shit, and they could handle their shit. Some people couldn't, but the Kim family was not under that category. Ki-Seok seemed to be similar to his dad, but different. Bae was less cocky, although they were similar in confidence levels. Jullian left a puff of air pass his lips as he smirked down at his little prisoner, his opposing arm reaching out to grasp the cigarette. "Rather save your smoke than save yer life, huh?" Jullian murmured, bringing the cigarette to his lips and taking a deep drag on it. He wasn't a smoker, but he knew that Ki wouldn't be happy, sharing his smoke with his enemy.
Purring deep in his throat, Jullian finished his drag, pulled the cigarette from his lips and leaned forward, his crotch against Ki's flat ass. "It would really suck if your office burned to the ground, wouldn't it?" The Greek rumbled, shoving the cigarette into Ki's mouth. The piercings got in the way for a moment but Jullian managed to force the Korean to accept the lit cigarette, his own saliva still tainting it. Pursing his lips in thought, watching the cigarette bob slightly between Ki's lips, Jullian ran his hand through his hair again, ruffling it more. "I'm relatively sure I can get away with this, yes. As you can see, Mr. Kim," Jullian paused, and gestured to what he had done so far, "I'm not a man that does things hastily. I have plans, Mr. Kim. That is what makes a man successful. Your father knew this well." Jullian finally leaned away from Ki-Seok's backside, removing the warmth that had inhabited it.
Stretching his neck while successfully popping some vertebrae, Jullian placed his free hand on Ki's hip, steadying him so he couldn't struggle as much -- not that it was doing him any good now. "Regardless of whose 'domain' it is," Jullian started, his hand gripping the slight bone protruding from the rest of Ki's slender body, "I'm in charge now. I hope you won't resist me any more than you have so far?" Chuckling, Jullian rolled his shoulders, a few more bones in his shoulders and back popping as he did so. "See, I don't want any more trouble than what I need, Mr. Kim. I'm just here for my money. Not for your life, and not for your business. I simply desire what I have been promised. Is that so wrong?" Holding him steady, Jullian pushed Ki-Seok's body into the desk a little harder, the sound of a pen clicking in distress of the pressure echoing momentarily. LAIKA OF GS!
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KIM KI-SEOK
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Post by KIM KI-SEOK on Jun 14, 2013 0:25:59 GMT -5
As his arms were yanked higher Ki ground his teeth in pain, tightening his jaw to resist giving this man the satisfaction of a sound. As he let out the small Korean gave a heavy, huffed exhale of air through his nostrils. As he felt the cigarette slipping from his fingers he tried to tighten his grip on it but it was a losing battle. With his hand empty fingers balled up into a fist. This fucker was definitely on his shit list now, taking his cigarette. He merely growled something in Korean in response to the murmur and stared daggers at the wall across the room from himself. He didn't eve want to think about how the other was touching his cigarette, that he was smoking it.
As Jullian leaned down, pressing against his backside, Ki stiffened slightly. This was not a welcomed position. A feeling of disgust rose through him as the cigarette was forced back into his own lips, tasting and feeling the other man's saliva on it. Gross. But he had no choice but to hold the cigarette in his lips, otherwise the butt would catch the papers on his desk on fire. Rolling it to one side of his mouth he scowled. "Stop touching me," he instinctively snapped in a muffled voice with the cig on his lips. He tried to jerk against the hold Jullian had on him. It was all pointless but he was stubborn.
He ground his teeth again as he felt a hand on his hip, the invasive touch just as distasteful as when the gangster had been pressed up against him. Won't resist? As if! With Jullian not right up against him anymore it gave him room to try to manuveur one of his legs. Drawing it up he attempted to roughly kick at the larger man's legs with the heel of his shoe, try to knock him off balance. "You're not getting any money from me," he said stubbornly, teeth tightly holding onto the cigarette. Pressed more into the desk he felt the pen jabbing into his chest, heard the click. It sent a pain blossoming through his chest, provoking him to try again to kick at the other's leg. If he were higher set or in a better position he'd even go as cheap as to hit the man in the crotch. But he didn't have the reach from the way he was pinned. So for now this would have to suffice.
He was a fighter 'til the end. The Kim family way.
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JULLIAN DEMOS
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Post by JULLIAN DEMOS on Jun 14, 2013 0:52:33 GMT -5
The first kick hit Jullian in the shin, but it didn't do much. He grunted, leaned forward to take some of the weight off of it as he let the pain sting for a moment. Brat, fucking brat, Jullian hissed in his head, his hand still glued to the other man's hip. He squeezed, digging his fingertips into the flesh on the opposite side of Ki-Seok's hip bone. Jullian could feel the muscles move slightly as the Korean struggled against his weight, however pointless it was. It was slightly arousing to feel the smaller man beneath him struggle, but not enough to distract Jullian from what he was here for. He held his breath for a moment, somehow managing to dodge the second kick. It was identical to the first, making it easily predictable, but with a struggling Korean in your arms, it was a bit hard for Jullian to focus on what kind of injuries may lay ahead.
"I'm going to touch you however I please, Mr. Kim, and I don't think you're going to have much say in the matter..." Pushing the hands higher up his back once more, Jullian smirked, straddling his legs in case of any more kicks Ki-Seok decided to try and land. He held his stance, hissing a bit still at the bruise forming on his right shin, before loosening his tense biceps, lowering Ki's wrists to a more comfortable position. "I'm not getting any money from you? Maybe not this way. Or maybe not at all..." Jullian hummed deep in his chest, his yellow eyes narrowing as he watched the door above Ki's dark head. "Well, either way. If I can't get you to pay me the money, I'll make you pay in some other way," the Greek released his grip on Ki-Seok's hip, using his hand to twist his enemy around onto his back, so he faced him. He made sure that the Korean's hands were never free, and so Ki couldn't release himself if he struggled. "I wonder how I should do it?"
Jullian mused allowed, his eyebrows furrowed. This was the first real look he got of Ki's face close up, as before he was near the door. The Korean had green irises, strangely enough -- but they seemed to move... Contacts, Jullian thought, watching them move slightly in the medium of Ki-Seok's eyes. His bottom lip was pierced twice, with seamless rings threaded through the holes. Multiple earring adorned Ki's ears, and his hair was jet black. It grew upward against the back of his neck, giving him an "I don't give a fuck" feel. Jullian wasn't impressed at all by his little show. He didn't give a shit what line of family this kid came from, nor what heritage he was. All he cared about was what this brat owed him. He would get payment one way or another. He hadn't thought he'd have to switch it up like this, so he wasn't sure what he could do, but he knew he had to think fast.
Pressing his body against Ki-Seok's, Jullian smirked, leering in the Korean's face. With his free hand, he took the cigarette from Ki's mouth, nearly ripping the filter from his clenched teeth. The Greek took a long drag on it, nearly finishing the cigarette, and held it as he reached over, his chest pressing sensually against Ki's, to rub the lit end out. Returning to his more relaxed position, Jullian let the corner of his mouth tilt in a smile before he exhaled in Ki's face, his mouthful of smoke shrouding them in darkness for a split second. "I gave you multiple chances," Jullian rumbled, tossing his head to roll his eyes. "I don't give a fuck about your body guards. I don't give a fuck about your family. I don't give a fuck about you." He leaned forward, forcing his lips against Ki's in a harsh kiss, feeling the slight coldness of the Korean's lip rings. He parted his lips, pressing harder and harder, kissing Ki-Seok as if they were intimate lovers. His hand inched across the edge of the desk, finding the hem of the other man's shirt. LAIKA OF GS!
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KIM KI-SEOK
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Post by KIM KI-SEOK on Jun 16, 2013 22:52:18 GMT -5
His kicks seemed to be quite unsuccessful, only the first really making contact. And the hit hadn't been near hard enough to get the guy to back off. Tough shithead. As he felt fingertips digging into his hip he continued to try and struggle, damning himself for even letting his guards allow this man into the office. He knew what Jullian had been coming for. He could have just sent him away at the door and circumvented all of this.
As his arms were pushed up higher he had to stop struggling a moment, not wanting to pop an arm out of its socket or worse, break it. He snarled in his throat at the other's words, finding them to just piss him off even more. The small Asian was not fond of being in a powerless position. And as he was straddled he knew he had no chance of slipping away. The guy was bigger than him, stronger than him. And in this position gave Ki no leverage to fight against him. His backside was pretty much pinned against the desk. Green eyes glared coldly up at the dark-skinned face before him, jerking at the grip that was held on his wrists. "You aren't getting shit from me," he spat out past the cigarette. Money or not, he wasn't paying back Bae's debt in any form.
As Jullian pressed his body closer, Ki could feel the edge of the desk digging into him painfully. The cigarette yanked from his lips he watched in anger as Jullian finished it off, trying to push against the other's body as the man leaned over him. He was unaffected by the smoke in his face, so used to it from smoking for years. He gave a huff into the cloud though, not at all content and willing to show it. He felt his hate bristling up more every god damn time this guy opened his mouth.
But oh did it broil when lips made contact with his own. What the fuck did this asshole think he was doing!? A wave of disgust filled Ki-Seok as he was kissed hard. He could feel the backside of his piecings scraping against his teeth from the roughness, the sound loud of their clicks loud in his head. He tried to part his lips to aliviate some of this pressure, maybe even get a good bite in on the man's lower lip. But not moments after he opened his mouth he found himself distracted by the hand at the hem of his shirt. He tried to jerk his own body to the side, attempting to throw the man off. Like hell he was going to be this guy's bitch!
Somewhere deep inside of him though a small part of him felt a strange sort of excitement in the situation. Sort of similar to the excitement he got when he was racing. And that fact just annoyed him all the more. He didn't want to enjoy this in any sense.
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Post by JULLIAN DEMOS on Jun 17, 2013 8:36:56 GMT -5
Jullian forced the kiss, refusing to allow any more room for Ki-Seok to move. He tugged at the hem of the others shirt, twisting the extra fabric around his finger before creeping up against the bare flesh. It was warm but cold, something that Jullian hadn't felt before. He swallowed his surprised in the kiss, his yellow eyes open slightly to watch for any danger. When the Koreans lips parted slightly, Jullian's heart thundered and he took advantage of the action. Brushing past each of the piercings in turn, Jullian traced the edge of Ki's lips with his tongue, slowly forcing his way into the others mouth. It was exciting, and dangerous, and these emotions together heightened each other, and made the Greek feel a sense of ecstasy as he kissed this man he hardly knew. The taste of tobacco was strong on Ki's lips, strangely enough -- he must smoke often, Jullian thought, rolling his eyes upward to close them in the sensuality of this kiss. Something raced within him, whether his heart or mind, Jullian didn't know. But he knew that things weren't going as planned and he hated it -- but this appeared to be the only way to get anything out of this spoiled brat.
Soon the kiss was rough enough to cause the black rings in Ki's lips to rub against Jullian's teeth, the scraping sound loud in his head but quiet in the atmosphere. He breathed through his nose, not willing to break his forced kiss. His hand had just been brushing lightly over the skin of Ki-Seok's hip for a few moments, but once his mind was back where it belonged, he began to move his fingertips again, just barely brushing the skin as he raised his hand higher to Ki's chest. He felt the muscle tense beneath the thin layer of skin and reeled at the feeling of excitement he felt -- he wanted to strip this man and break the skin, watch the red rubies fall onto the floor. Again, Jullian opened his eyes just briefly to roll them again, sighing into the kiss he refused to break. He had entered Ki's mouth, his tongue cautious but firm. He tasted like sweets and tobacco, a strange combination. It wasn't pleasant, nor was it unpleasant. Jullian found himself enjoying the taste as he explored the inside of the Korean's mouth, his tongue pleading with Ki's to come play.
Putting a firm pressure against Ki-Seok's chest cavity, Jullian pushed his hand up further, finally brushing something small and hard. Heh, Jullian sneered, toying with the little bud. I knew he liked it. His body knows himself better than he does. Tracing the edge of the sensitive patch, Jullian tilted his head, forcing Ki-Seok to do the same. This allowed him more access, and he took advantage of it. He felt himself slipping as he abused his victim in more than one way. LAIKA OF GS!
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KIM KI-SEOK
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Post by KIM KI-SEOK on Jun 20, 2013 16:08:19 GMT -5
Ki realized quickly that opening his mouth had been a mistake, the break in barrier now invaded by the other man's tongue. He wrinkled the bridge of his nose in distaste to feel Jules' tongue run over his lips before pressing past his piercings and on into his mouth. The Korean's own tongue pulled away, wanting no part of this adventure. But it was hard to keep focus on his own mouth as he felt those hands, those fucking hands, touching him. Jullian's hand felt warm against his own cooled skin. It made the presence all too noticable for him, feeling every little brush that his fingers made underneath the shirt. Goosebumps rose along his arms at the feelings, mind and body battling on just how Ki-Seok felt about all of this assault on his personal space and body.
As Jullian pressed more into the kiss Ki had no choice but to breath though his own nostrils too, the motion a little rapid and in sync with the hasty beating of his own heart. The muscles of his tongue ached from pulling it to the back of his mouth and he had no choice but to let it fall, to brush against the gangster's own. The taste of the man's tongue wasn't that bad but still! He wasn't going to play tonsil hockey with him. No fucking way!
And then the man hit a sensitive spot. The only real one on the Korean's body. As a hand brushed against the hardened pink nub Ki's body gave a visible shudder before stiffening up again. F-fucking hell. Not there. His body gave small trembles as the area was traced, breathing heightened. he hated it. He absolutely hated it. The one area of his body that couldn't take much abuse, let alone even simple touches like this, without twitching and shaking. His face turned a deep red at this thought, lingering still as his face was angled and Jules could more effectively continue to assault his mouth. Ki had no choice but to move his own tongue about in accomodation, causing it to brush against the man's quite often.
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JULLIAN DEMOS
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Post by JULLIAN DEMOS on Jun 20, 2013 16:28:38 GMT -5
Letting a gentle gust of carbon dioxide leave from his slightly flared nostrils, Jullian slowly loosened his grip on Ki-Seok's wrists, his hand brushing Ki's skin softly, delicately. Eventually, he dropped the hands that had been his way here, the ones that he had taken advantage from the start. His mind was much calmer than his heart, which was thudding critically in his chest cavity. Flattening his palm against the flat of Ki's back, Jullian slowly made his way up to the nape of the Korean's neck, his lips never ceasing in his sensual assault. He found that Ki-Seok wasn't able to keep his tongue out of the way for longer than a few minutes, and a surge of satisfaction gusted through his entire being as he felt the brat's tongue brush against his own.
A release of air once more, and Jullian had his fingers twined in the thick, black stands of hair sported at the back of Ki-Seok's head. He toyed with the locks carefully at first, but soon gained a more powerful grip within, grasping a tuft of the jet black hair and yanking back. Jullian took advantage of any surprise radiating from Ki as he did so, a steady force applied to pull his head back.
All the while, Jullian's hand wandered the rest of Ki-Seok's chest, testing for anything more interesting that the two buds begging to be experimented with. When the Greek found nothing of interest, he smirked into his ongoing kiss, slowly moving his fingertips back to their previous destination, an agonizing pace if he could say so himself. He was careful to avoid the actual nub, instead content to trace the edge of the areola, the tip of his fingernail digging into the flesh more so every completed circle he had around the nipple. The rugged feel made Jullian tighten his grip on Ki-Seok's hair, pulling his head back just a bit more. Oh, what he wouldn't give to strip this little brat. Holding back a hiss of distaste at the idea of leaving Ki, Jullian pushed his forefinger within the circle of Ki's breast, putting a soft pressure against the tip of the nub. Content with this, Jullian swished his finger left and right, just barely rubbing the end of the hard bud. LAIKA OF GS!
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