GOING PAST POINT DOOM.

[EZRA HART]

I'M GOOD WHEN I'M GOOD ;
BUT I'M BETTER WHEN I'M BAD.
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"Shit yeah!"

He watched excitedly as another book went up in flames, and shifted a couple inches to the right so that his coat wouldn't catch on fire. The grin that lit up his face was becoming, which was a shame, as there was no one else to see it. He was in the far back of the library, sittting on the backrest of a chair, his feet on both armrests and books burning on the seat. No one really came back here--it was full of books on religion and abstinence (which, really, no kid at Winterthorne needed). Every now and then a librarian would come back to check what was going on; about every hour, he'd have to stop his fun and grab a book on safe sex so they'd stop bothering him. By now, the librarians must've thought he was an angelic little thing.

Right.

He was vaguely aware of the fact that the chair would catch fire, and part of him knew that he should put it out before he set the entire library on fire, but he never was that smart. Instead he took his jacket off and threw it on a nearby chair, then stretched his arms behind his back and sat up a bit straighter. Bored. After a while, burning useless books became uninteresting--especially since there was no one around to watch him. What was the point of having fun if there was no one to have fun with?

He reached over and grabbed the bag of chips he'd taken with him, and threw a couple in his mouth, fixing his gaze lazily on one of the nearby bookshelves. His eyes drifted over several titles. "Why do you even need this section?" he muttered under his breath, shaking his head and rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. He sat there for a few moments, then abruptly tossed his chips into the other chair and stood up on the seat. It wobbled for a few seconds, but he took no notice, and instead hopped off the chair and grabbed a few more books out of the shelves on either side of him. When his arms were full, he tossed them into the pile of already burning books, then retrieved the lighter from his back pocket. He leaned down, smirking, then let the flame flicker and catch to the dry pages. "Perfect." The demon stood up to his full height again and gave a slight chuckle.

"Take that, safe sex."

( words ) 422 words.
( tag ) zachary frost.
( music ) when i, arrive, i, i bring the fire!
( outfit ) villainous.
( other ) woww that sucks. sorry. ): starting threads isn't my strong point.

[ZACHARY FROST]

Zachary would never be caught in a library with such a bad selection, but he needed a book for class or else he would fail. He didn’t see the point really. He had gone his entire life without school, only going through a system of schooling from his grandparents, aunts and uncles, plus his mother, and he was smarter than most of the people in his grade. He found himself surrounded by imbeciles and morons who couldn’t tell their right hand from their left. Thankfully, most of them were gorgeous which made the academy not a complete waste of time. Going to the front desk, he put a fake smile on his face and politely asked where the section on religion was located. The blushing girl behind the counter giggled and pointed to the back. Zach gave her a polite nod and rolled his eyes when she began to scribble her phone number down on a piece of paper.

The half-elf walked to the back of the library, his hands in his pockets, not wanting to even take the time out of his ‘busy’ schedule to get this useless book. As he trudged his feet, he found that with every row of books the amount of people seemed to get less and less. “No wonder,” He thought with a laugh as he looked at the topics. The further back, the more pure the subject matter was, and he couldn’t find a pure member at Winterthorne if they bit him in the ass. Reaching the back section, he stopped and sniffed the air. Something smelled like a match had been lit and blown out. His eyes scanned the area and landed on yet another appealing figure. Zachary smirked as he crossed his arms and sauntered over to the fire starter. “I always found safe sex to be quite uninteresting,” He chuckled to the man. “Name’s Zachary,” He grinned and shook the man’s hand in greeting, wondering why such a fine specimen was all alone in the back of a library burning books.

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[EZRA HART]

I'M GOOD WHEN I'M GOOD ;
BUT I'M BETTER WHEN I'M BAD.
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I always found safe sex to be quite uninteresting.

No shit, kid. You go to Winterthorne. His eyes flickered up to meet the speaker's, a slightly amused look coming upon his face. Found? Quite? Who is this guy? He sounded like something straight out of an updated Shakespearian play. The last time he'd had to deal with a kid who spoke with an air, he was--well, we're not going into that, but it didn't end very well (for the boy or the policeman who found him). In fact, he pretty much hated this type of guy--the polite kind, at least. It made him uncomfortable that they were always so...polite. However, the one in front of him seemed borderline good-guy. He had the polite thing going on, sure, but there was something in his eye that made him seem a little--no, he was making things up now.

Straightening to his full height, he watched curiously as the boy drew nearer and held out his hand--which he stared pointedly at, unmoving. Did he really look like the type of guy that shook hands? Apparently; he was taken off-guard as his hand was taken and shaken vigorously. He blinked a few times and, as his hand was released, looked back down to it and shook it a few times to make sure it still worked. Yep. Working condition. Again, the demon lifted his gaze to the meet the other's. He fought the disgusted look that threatened to come onto his face as he listened to the boy in front of him. What the fuck? Where did he come from, Mary Poppins? This kid needed to learn a few things about Winterthorne before he got chewed up and spit out by other kids much like himself. Zachary here was lucky that he was in such a good mood. Burning shit always did that to him.

"Okay, look, Zachary," he began dryly, flicking a red spike from out of his face. He shifted his weight to a more comfortable, laid back position. "I don't know what planet you're from, but no one says found or quite around here." His tongue flicked against his teeth as he took a quick glance at the fire--just to make sure he wasn't going to get sued for damages. Just as quickly, he faced Zachary again. "And you're going to get eaten alive if you don't cut that good-guy shit out." Unfortunately, he had a nasty habit of saying exactly what he wanted to say.

"Oh, and I'm Ezra." Pleased to meet you.

[ZACHARY FROST]

Zachary gave a minuscule smirk as he flicked his tongue out to lick his lips, flashing Ezra a glimpse of the small silver ball that was his tongue ring. Because of the way he talked and dressed, most people assumed he was a goody two-shoes who would rather go to church than have anonymous sex in an alley way (which he had done on several occasions). “I don’t recall anyone ever calling me a ‘good guy’. Then again…” He gave a tiny chuckle and flipped a strand of sandy blonde hair that had fallen in his eyes. “Most people never get to know me.” He shrugged with honesty as he leaned against one of the grand bookshelves to get into a more comfortable position.

“The way I usually interact with people, mostly men, is that I give them a one over,” Zach let his eyes wander Ezra’s body as an example. “Then I decide if they’d be good for a bit of fun. We then have said fun…” He shrugged again with an innocent grin on his face. “And then leave with no strings attached. So no, I really don’t consider myself to be a good person. I’m just an honest one.” It was best to let intentions reveal themselves upon a first meeting than letting someone get into something under false pretences, only to get their heart broken. Like most men at this school, he really didn’t believe in love, only sex.

Back in his tiny community, he and a friend would have meaningless, fantastic sex, often accompanied by another close friend. He was never into the one on one sort of thing, always wanting multiple people at one time. Winterthorne had many potential participants, but so far no one that he was fully interested in. Ezra did indeed fit the physical profile of Zachary’s interests, but his attitude all but said ‘go away’. Mr. Frost, however, always enjoyed the chase. He much preferred when there was no chase at all and they could just get it over and done with, but once and a while, a stranger passed his eye that he had to fight a little bit for, and the end result was always wonderful, with yet again, absolutely no repercussions. Why bother with love when you could get the best part about it for free?

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[EZRA HART]

I'M GOOD WHEN I'M GOOD ;
BUT I'M BETTER WHEN I'M BAD.
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Ezra watched, amused still, as the boy flashed what appeared to be a tongue ring. Way to keep things G, Zacky, he thought to himself, lazily crossing his arms over his chest as he watched for another sign of the tongue ring. Then again, he supposed that was asking too much of anyone at Winterthorne--being G-rated. Even those of who were on the "Sparkle Happy Rainbow Yum Yum" side of the school had their R-rated moments. There was an essential divide in Winterthorne: the kids who were obsessed with sex, the kids who were on the "Sparkle Happy Rainbow Yum Yum" train, and the kids who didn't give a shit either way. He happened to be one of the sex-obsessed ones. He supposed that Zacky was too, with the way he had basically screamed "I'm available" with his tongue. He didn't seem like the type to wear rainbow and eat cocoa puffs and act like he was on crack all the time.

The other thing about the "Sparkle Happy Rainbow Yum Yum" group was that they all seemed to be in love with Disney. Honestly, he didn't get what the point of worshipping the movies was--it was a bunch of animated little characters who "fell in love" every time they saw a member of the opposite sex (might've been a few gays, but he didn't catch them--as, apparently, singing men in tights who spent their time with tons of other little boys wasn't gay). Then there were people like Sam, who only worshipped a single movie--in his case, The Little Mermaid. He wasn't all too sure what was so great about a freak with a tail falling in love with a random douche. However, the disney fad had seemed to end a couple of months ago with the group trip to Eurodisney.

Eurodisney. Hah.

He held back a snort at the hair-flip thing. He's a regular male model. Smirk still blazing on his lips, he shrugged. "Their loss then, Zacky," he replied smoothly, blinking softly. "Cause you seem like a Class-A guy to me." He watched Zacky move, eyeing him closely as he always did his prey, and his dark eyes flickered up to meet the other boy's as he spoke again. They remained coolly at eye level as he felt his body being trailed over, and he shrugged. He nodded along with every word, pursing his lips and closing his eyes for emphasis. "Mmm, mm." He nodded slowly a last time, then opened his eyes and looked back up at the other. "Now, see, my problem with that plan is that there's no punchline."

He stretched his arms quickly above his head, then behind his back as he spoke. "Y'know what I'm saying, Zacky?" With a pleased sigh, he let his arms fall to his side and grabbed the viciously burning book. "There's no--what's the word?" The book burned dangerously close to his hand as he waited. "No--oh. Right. There's no action. No drama. If they know what they're in for, then what's the fun?"

Lazily, he turned his head to the side and blew out the last bit of fire, then dragged his gaze back to the other boy. "Right?"

[ZACHARY FROST]

Zach thought about it for a few moments, trying to figure out if what Ezra said indeed made sense…and in the end it did. It wasn’t as fun taking home a nympho or a slut who knew what was coming to them, than a wide eyed kid who was just looking for his very first kiss. “I see your point,” He gave a chuckle and scratched his arm, something he always did when he was trying to figure out exactly what to do next. “So Ezra,” He began casually, a glimmer of mischievousness behind his brown eyes. “Would you, or someone you know, enjoy some time with me?” He wasn’t being a whore, Zachary was just asking if he or a friend (a good looking one mind you) needed a little release, just like he did. It had been almost a week since last sharing his bed with someone, and he was just itching for a good one.

Of course, if Ezra was really committed to another man, Zachary would happily take one of his friends for a twirl. He personally loved sleeping with one of his friends. It made sense, because you already knew one another, and it ended up being more of a bonding moment than a lustful act. Of course, that meant you couldn’t just hang out like you normally would because it almost always led to naughty groping. Zach missed his friends back in his little elf city. Things there were simpler, nicer, and all around better than this dreadful castle. Back at home, he knew everyone’s name. Here, he didn’t even want to. Zach used to be around some of the most fascinating people ever, and right now he couldn’t wait for the next break so that he could visit them all again.

He hoped that his family had kept their mouths shut about his parentage, because if the rest of the city found out, he would never be given a second look ever again. Before coming here, Zachary was practically royalty of the rest of them. Everyone idolized him and loved him…and now that was gone. It wasn’t that everyone absolutely hated him. No, that was far from the case. It was just…he had to work a bit to get what he wanted here, rather than home where he could snap his fingers and instantly be granted his heart’s desire. “Oh well,” He thought with a sigh. “It wouldn’t be too bad to work a bit now, would it?”

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[EZRA HART]

OOH, BABY, DON'T YOU KNOW I SUFFER?
OOH, BABY, CAN YOU HEAR ME MOAN?
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I see your point.

He almost snorted again. "Good." Heading over to the bookshelf, he licked the tip of his forefinger and lightly tapped the books in order, seemingly counting something. Suddenly, he stopped, and slid the remains of the badly burnt book snugly between two large, velvet-covered books. Eh? Something was curling on his boot. He looked down and saw a burning page. Grunting, he kicked it up and snatched it out of the air, then shook it a few times to rid of the flame and shoved it into the bookshelf with the other remains. Gotta keep the library clean, right? He brushed some of the ashes off of his hands and let them fall to the floor, then looked back up to Zachary. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head and inspecting the other boy's eyes.

Shit. Was he giving him the look?

He and Trent had practically invented the look. Compliment, smirk, snarky line, sarcastic comment--whatever came before it--and then the look. The look that said "we're having sex before either one of us leaves this school". And now...now he was getting the look. How fucked up was that? The only time he'd ever gotten the look was from Trent--and Parker, and Asher, and Char, and--okay, nevermind. The point was that the only people who actually gave him the look knew what they were getting into, and had known him for more than five minutes (granted, Char was more like fifteen, but still). It wasn't that he was ridiculosuly unattractive--the opposite, more like--but no one really had the guts to do it the right way. He liked that about this boy. He could tell that he was trying not to pull of the whore look, but by the end of his stay at Winterthorne, there would be no avoiding it.

"Would me or someone I know," he repeated, tilting his head back in false thought. "like to fuck your brains out?" He wrinkled his nose, then threw his head foreward again and stared Zachary in the eye. He let a few moments pass by, considering the downside of each option. The clock in the library ticked loudly as he thought. As each new thought crossed his mind, his expression contorted; it was a lot like watching a silent movie, only slightly less ridiculous. Finally, he nodded his head, taking in a deep breath to prepare for his "long speech". "It depends," he stated simply.

He brushed past the boy lazily as he spoke. "On a few things, really," he continued, swiping the bag of chips from one of the tattered chairs as he moved towards the front of the library. "But mostly whether or not you're willing to loosen up a bit." He turned to look over his shoulder, then nodded towards the front of the library. "C'mon." We're gonna fix you up.

[ZACHARY FROST]

Would me or someone I know like to fuck your brains out?

Zachary shrugged with a small nod. “Or it could be the other way around,” He shrugged as he offered his suggestion to the way things could play out. “It doesn’t really matter to me as long as I get laid by the end of the day.” Sex was too casual a thing for the half-elf, mainly being because of how easily he got by on purely his looks, barring his brilliant seduction skills. Ezra seemed like a rough and tumble guy who wouldn’t take any shit from anybody; and Zach found it extremely sexy. He found the bad boy type to be practically irresistible, depending on their looks of course. At the end of the day, it’s what’s on the outside that counts the most to Zachary, even if they acted like a complete douchebag.

C’mon

He took notice when Ezra gestured to follow him to the front of the library. “Right behind you,” He chuckled as he flipped his hair back once again, partly because it was in his eyes, but another part was just so he could irritate the other man. “I’m interested to what you’re leading me into,” Zach couldn’t help but wonder to why he was leading him to the very front of the library. Was he seriously going to fuck him in front of a large percent of the school’s population? Albeit, it was pretty kinky, but he wasn’t sure the school board would appreciate all the ‘innocent’ students being exposed to such a thing. Plus, he couldn’t imagine the janitors liking having to clean up after the pair of them. He silently laughed at the visual.

Zachary was more than long overdue for a good fuck, even if he was going to bottom it. He wasn’t too happy about being the bitch, but for Ezra he didn’t seem to mind. He had only received a couple of times, but both times it really wasn’t terrible; it was quite enjoyable actually, but he always felt the need to be a man. He was once told by a psychiatrist that his relationship role issues stemmed from not having a strong father-figure when he was a child, he calmly responded by punching the guy in the face and then later buying him out of business. It wasn’t that he was mean or anything, he just much preferred when things went his way in life. Right now things weren’t going his way exactly, but the fact that he was getting laid by a guy as hot as Ezra was more than enough to tame the beast between his legs.

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[EZRA HART]

OOH, BABY, DON'T YOU KNOW I SUFFER?
OOH, BABY, CAN YOU HEAR ME MOAN?
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It doesn’t really matter to me as long as I get laid by the end of the day.

Well, shit. This guy could've been his brother. Actually, he took that back; he was a little too uptight to actually be related to him. But he certainly wouldn't have many problems fitting in with the crowd. That was another thing about Winterthorne--you were either a complete slut or a complete innocent. He hadn't met anyone who was in between--except, maybe, Kjara, but she had always been an exception to the rules. That was the main reason he'd applied to the school; it was down the street (well, technically, it was a hell of a long street) from his apartment, yes, and that was a reason, but he'd always felt the need to get out of his home. He supposed this was mostly because his mother was a whore, and he couldn't stand giving half of his money to her for booze and rent. Part of him wanted to cut her off altogether, but he knew he'd get hell from his cousins, and that was never fun to deal with.

His jaw clenched for a moment as he saw Zach flip his hair out of the corner of his eyes, and he rolled his own. Yet another quality he'd never seen in another person--or, at least, so much of it. The only other person he knew who was so self-consumed was...himself. But enough of that. He brushed it off, lazily glaring at the students as he passed them. For a moment he perked up, turning his head a little to better hear the other, and then smirked, looking ahead again. "Oh-hooo, you have no idea, Zacky-boy," he muttered, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans for a moment. He really thought he was going to get laid, didn't he? He couldn't wait for the look on the other kid's face when he saw what they were actually going to do. Oh, this would be good. This would be very, very good. Yearbook worthy, in fact. He'd make sure to send a note to the editors, or something. Brick through the office window, y'know?

A few of the juniors he knew passed by, and he nodded, grinning and flicking his tongue out at them. They flipped him off (as usual), continued on their way, and he refocused on the task at hand. Right. Get outside the library. He tugged his hands free of his pockets and pushed the golden doors of the library open, careful to leave not to leave the door open enough so Zacky could slip through. If the other wanted to fit in, he was going to have to work for it. He might've been one of the biggest sluts on campus, but he was the bully, too. "Unbutton your pants," he instructed lazily, swinging around the corner to the brick-wall side of the building.

Gotta love Winterthorne.



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[ZACHARY FROST]

Zachary was a tad confused. If he was going to get any, then why the hell were they out in the open? He’d had his fair share of public sex scenes before, but something about this situation just didn’t sit right. Although he hated using his powers on others without asking (just out of common courtesy) he hated it even more when he was used by others, and he’d be dammed if he was going to let it start then. He focused on Ezra’s inner monologue and scoffed when the boy told him to unbutton his pants. “The fuck are you doing Ezra?” He leaned against the warm brick and crossed his arms over his toned and tanned chest. If there was one thing he had been told his entire life, it was not to let others take control of you or the situation you’re in, no matter how hot they are. Zach was keeping his anger down for the moment as he didn’t want to completely bash Ezra’s face in just yet.

“I’m a telepath remember? I know when people are truly begging for it,” Zach’s eyes flickered across the surrounding area, checking the location out as he wanted to get more familiar with the lay of the land. “And your mind is giving off hints of amusement and mischievousness, not lust and arousal like it should be if you were really going to fuck me,” If it had been any other person in the world he would have them on the ground begging him for their life right now, but he wanted to see if Ezra could turn around his high and mighty self and just get used to him. Zach knew that most people hated him, yet wanted him, but never had someone had the balls to try and pull a fast one on the half-elf, it was just something they didn’t even dream of.

“So…” He craned his neck to lock eyes with his new acquaintance. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” Zach asked calmly. If he said no, it was no big deal; he could just find someone else to satisfy his raging hormones. If he said yes however, then they were both certainly in for a ride, one that he knew he wouldn’t forget anytime soon. Ezra was more than handsome enough, plus he had an attitude that just made Zachary smirk on the inside. The thing about bad boys was, most of them acted tough on the outside, but there was always something hilariously weak to be discovered underneath their rough exterior. This one though…Zach sensed that the outside matched the interior…it was strange and yet oddly arousing.

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[EZRA HART]

OOH, BABY, DON'T YOU KNOW I SUFFER?
OOH, BABY, CAN YOU HEAR ME MOAN?
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The fuck are you doing, Ezra?

Damn, kid. They hadn't been outside for two minutes yet, and he was already asking questions. "Patience, Zacky, is a virtue." One that he hadn't taken into consideration himself very often, but that was beyond the point. He gave a lot of advice that he didn't take himself--like, for example, "go fuck yourself", or "you should look into that foot shoved up your ass". "And hey, where're your manners?" he continued as he slowed to a stop in front of the boy, sliding his hands into his pockets and lazily tilting his head to the side. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to let such foul language spurt from that pretty mouth?" Come to think of it, he did seem the rich-boy, therefore-gotta-rebel-against-something type. So that meant sex, drinking, and swearing? Sounded about right. Unless he was one of them--but he doubted it. He didn't look the type to stomach a lot of blood, much less cause it.

The demon paused at the next part. A telepath? Shit. "Well no, Zacky, I don't quite remember that part," he replied dryly, keeping his gaze straight ahead on the other boy. Mainly because you forgot to fucking mention that. Wasn't this just perfect? He hated telepaths (mainly because of Blair, but whatever). They knew what he was thinking, and what he was about to do, and what he had just thought about doing. Other than the fact that nothing he thought was a secret to them, there was the problem of letting knowledge out. Blair had found out that way--that he was one of the so called "A-team". He was one of the four people that were murdering the kids here at Winterthorne--and, with that kind of a title, he didn't need more people knowing. So far, it was only Sam, Kjay, and Blair--and now, Zacky.

Shit. That meant he had to kill him.

And he was so pretty, he thought vaguely as he looked the boy up and down, ignoring the lecture he was being given. Ah, well. He supposed he needed a little more time with the boy anyway--he couldn't just kill him in the middle of the grounds, what with everyone walking around and everything. Killing was one of those thing that you needed to plan out carefully, or you'd be spending the rest of your life in jail, which wasn't exactly his biggest dream in the world. But hey, so far, so good, right? Two hundred something people and counting. But, still; he needed to wait a bit longer for this one; he needed to wait for the opportune moment, or place.

Unless, of course, he teleported them right out of there.

Are you going to fuck me or not? Slowly, the smirk crept onto his face. "Of course I am," he replied softly, sliding one hand out of his pocket and stretching his arm out in front of him. His fist uncurled and he left his hand open, watching the other. "At my place." And eh, maybe he would. He took pleasure in playing with his prey before eating--er, killing it. "Are you coming, or what?" He nodded to his hand; he couldn't teleport people unless they were holding onto him.