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Don't tempt me...

Oh, it is you again.

What a warm welcome.

I'm just full of sunshine, eh? *snort*

Enough to slay a vampire. *feral grin*

*makes a face* You're a funny one. *Still doesn't know he if wants to believe who she is or not.*

Oh, I'm hilarious. Irony laces her words. A silver fan appears in her hands and she fans herself lazily. I take it the request was for someone specific to beat you?

No' really. Should there have been? *snort*

I have no idea, I'm not familiar with your sex life.
I could say that I'm rather brilliant when it comes to physical violence, but given the comment you made on my arrival, I take it that I'm not the one you want to deal the damage.

I think it has more to do with how you wish to inflict it, than who you are. *pause* No' that women are my favorite types...

*a brow is raised* And how do you think I wish to inflict it? And that preference of yours is obvious in it's own way.

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In what, Hearts? Poker? Because I'm pretty handy at both, if I do say so myself.

No' the sort of beating I was referring to. *Smirks*

(ooc:Oh no worries. Percy himself has done much worse.)

[Shawn instinctively picks up the heeby-jeebies emanating from this guy- even without taking much time to take in the look on Percy's face.]

..I suppose I could always be up for a round of pillow polo over a huge vat of chocolate pudding.

[He pauses] --But none of that low fat shenanigans. It can actually be quite difficult to pass at times, you know.

....*Raised brow* Heh. You think you are funny.

Oh, come on. Give me a little credit, here. That doesn't spell fun for you? Not even a little?

Will it involve blood in an form or fashion?

If the pillows on the polos unexpectedly turn into a cement bricks, maybe.

But thankfully, I can safely say it's never happened before.

Lacks fun without the blood.

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I'm addicted to violence.

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Pain reminds me what it means to be alive.

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I'm no good with affection.

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Heh. I wouldn't hold my breath for another..

*cracks his knuckles*

*rolls his shoulders* Now this sees about right. *grins and motions Arsene to take a swing.*

*clenches and unclenches his fist repeatedly* I don't understand. It seems strange. I'm not angry at you.

*shoulders sag as his head drops a little.* No' really the point of it. Sometimes it is jus'....nice to bleed, to hurt.

And you won't be angry with me afterwards?

No. I won'..

Ummm...

*uppercut to the jaw!*

Is that good?

*Laughs and bounces* Yesssss. Yes it is good. *swings at Arsene.*

Beat you at what?

*scoffs and swings at the guy.* As in fightin'.

*steps back from the swing*

You want someone to kick your ass?

0.0 What is wrong with you?

...Nothing. *snorts.* You are use less.

Useless?

*rears back his fist before striking at Percy*

You know you can always call on me.

I won't use my fists, though.

...What would you use?

*eyes him for a long moment*

That would depend on you. What would you want me to use?

If you need to be beaten, Percy, I'll beat you. But I won't beat you up. I'm not just gonna roll up my sleeves and pound on you. That's not my scene.

Pfft. *frowns* Stupid moral high ground.

*snorts*

Oh believe me, there's plenty of people I'd love to beat up. You just don't happen to be one of them.

*moves a little closer*

It doesn't have to be rough and ugly, Percy. I don't have to bloody your nose or smash your teeth out to make you hurt. It's the way you do it...and the way you make it feel good after. That's what counts.

....*raised brow* What?

I'm just saying that...there's a way to do things. Yeah, we could go at it and beat the shit out of each other, but you can get that in any bar in town on football night. That's not gonna give you peace, Percy. It's not gonna give you what you need.

*leans closer, whispering in Percy's ear*

Imagine it, Percy...

I'll lay you down on black silk sheets, tie you up tight so you can't move, can't get away from what you have coming. Then I'll kiss every inch of you, touch you everywhere, until you're so sensitive just a breath will be enough to set your skin on fire.

*smiles*

I'll hurt you then, the way you want me to. The way you need me to. I'll make you scream, make you beg, then bring you down and start all over again. And when it's over, when you're breathless and sobbing and you can't take anymore, then I'll take you, hard and fast, and you'll let me. You'll give it up to me because you know you can trust me, because you know I'll take you there and bring you back in one piece.

Then I'll soothe the hurt away, make you feel good. 'Cause whether you know it or not, you want that just as much as you want the pain.

*Fidgets...a little*

I don'...uh...

Okay.

*nods and smiles, trailing his fingertips along Percy's cheek*

Good.

Continued here (http://anson-greene.livejournal.com/31970.html)