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Mira-Charma and Kisu
He was considered the perfect inmate. Never got into a fight, never even had an accident report. So it made it easy the night he’d left, jamming with the tiny piece of gum. The guard who’d gone through a moment earlier never even looked back, and Vincent easily slipped through. Then, glad it was night, the fence was scaled, though it left deep cuts in his hands, stomach and knees. Luckily, the prison was low on funds, and rarely used the electric fence when fully staffed… Then it was a short jog and even shorter swim to the clothing and money his sister had agreed to stash months ago. Desperate to get out of the bright orange jumpsuit, Vince ripped open the garbage bag and donned the normal clothes, wondering how he could have forgotten the feel of blue jeans against his skin. ~<3~ Days later, his tall frame stared at the paper in his hand, and at the address of the building. This was what his Uncle had told him to do, see this man. He would help him pay those bastards back. Get them back for the three years, two months, and seven days he’d been locked in that hellhole. Nervous now, Vince stepped to the door, knocking loudly. He pushed his unruly hair, shoulder length from the lack of a barber, from his hair quickly, attempting to make himself presentable (Sorry it‘s so short….I was excited so typed an intro real quick. Hopefully, it meets your expectations still….). |
((It's perfectly fine for me! That's usually what I type for an intro, amount-wise, unless I have a giant slab of details to shove into it, as well. :3 By the way, this is what my boy looks like.))
The day moved very slowly for Hirschel. Only one customer had come to visit him, and he ended up shooing the young girl out of his home because she wasn't intent on buying...she was instead intent on flirting with him. He recognized her from a small coffee shop he'd visited a little earlier. She had been his waitress. He didn't know if he liked the fact that she'd followed him home. It was a bit creepy, even for someone in his line of work. Hirsch almost fell asleep on his couch watching the news; that was how bored he was. He was jolted awake, suddenly, by a loud knock at his door. He leaped into the air, and smoothed out his clothes and hair awkwardly, in an attempt to look professional and not like he was just about to fall asleep on his couch. He answered the door. The deadbolt was still in place, so only one half of his face was visible. "May I help you?" he asked, curiously. His voice had an unintentional sort of purr to it. |
(Okay, then…I don’t have a picture for Vincent…>.> It so hard to find perfect one, you know?) When the door was answered, the fugitive released the breath he’d been holding, to peer inside. The man who answered was barely visable, however, from what Vince could see, the man was flat out hot. It was something he noticed about so many people now. After being celibate for so long, it was like his body was on overlode. His voice didn’t help, a sultry sound that floated from the weapon’s dealer. “Herr Hirschel?” He questioned after a moment. Out of habit, his eyes floated downward, sizing the male up, then staring at the ground. “I’m Abiron‘s nephew. He sent me here, said you would help me, that you owed him for something…Can I come in to talk?” Nervous, and quite paranoid now, Vince’s emerald eyes darted behind him, glancing about nervously, before returning to Hirschel’s feet. |
((I know. It takes me forever to find perfect pictures for my characters. D: I got lucky with this one.))
"Do you have any weapons on you?" Hirsch asked rather pleasantly, as he slid the deadbolt out of place slowly and pulled the door open a bit more. He had one hand on the door, and the other on a pretty supped-up desert eagle pistol hanging off of his belt. "Simply a precautionary question, I assure you." A nephew of Abiron. The man had saved his life when he had been much, much younger. So, of course he owed him. And he had yet to repay his debt. Being a man of questionable taste, he definitely did not miss that the stranger's eyes caressed his body before looking away. His crimson eyes were filled with mirth that he kept contained, for now. He could be a tad arrogant when it came to his good looks. He knew he had them. He often flaunted them... |
Happy to be accepted, so far, Vince hesitated for the tinest moment, before tugging open his jacket, revealing the modified pistol tucked into his belt. Unsure of what to say, and too nervous to talk aloud outside, Vincent was silent for another moment. “I…I’m Vincent. My uncle and I have a bit of a problem, and we need your help to fix this mess…” (I'm out for the night Once again, sorry it's short. I'm so tired, I can't see straight. Promise to give you more to work with after sleeping. I'm having fun, however. I hope you are as well. I should be on all day tomorrow. Bye! ^u^) |
((It's okay, I am having a lot of fun! Night! Sleep well!))
Hirsch held out both of his hands. "One for the gun--I'll give it back later. The other is to shake. Pleased to meet you, Vincent. We can talk more inside, once I safely have your weapon. Once again, my apologies. It's a precaution. I don't want any repeats of bad situations from the past...I assure you that no harm will come to you in my home." He seemed perfectly fine with making idle conversation outside, for anyone to hear. Though he didn't elaborate on any business details. That was conversation better left private. |
The male had stepped back, his hand tightening around his gun when Hirsch lifted his hands, still not sure if he could trust the man. No weapons was shown, and Hirsh didn’t threaten him. After a moment, he reluctantly handed the gun over, passing it to Hirsh’sright hand to shake the left, since he was left handed. “I understand. A pleasure to meet you. I appreciate you letting me speak with you, even though it’s late…” |
Hirsch quickly retracted his right hand, shoving the gun into an empty space on his belt. He cheerily shook Vincent's hand, a smile on his face. "Oh, it is no trouble at all, I promise. I have not been awake for long--I just woke up a few hours ago, anyway...here."
He stepped aside, to let Vincent in. His home was plain, but had simple notes of elegance to it. "Come in." |
After his hand was shaken, Vince let it drop to his side numbly. Once given the room to do so, he stepped into the house, glancing around and evaluating the place. It was nice…sparsely decorated, but still nice. Not at all what the male had expected. He’d thought there would be more…well…guns, for one. Maybe some taxidermies animals all over. Pictures of fishing trips. Certainly not a…cream pillow with golden trim on the sofa. The mafia son moved to it, poking it curiously. Maybe there was a gun stuffed inside, though it didn’t feel like that. “Thank you.” He finally stated once more, taking a seat and glancing at Hirsh once again, his eyes leaving the male quickly. It was so hard to actually speak to someone while looking them in the eye now. “My Uncle and I were charged with five counts of murder, and found guilty. He asked me to come here, and speak with you. He said you would help, either to prove we didn’t do anything, or to pay back our family. We didn’t commit these murders, we were framed. My father and brothers were the only ones capable of committing the crime during that period, and they must be the ones who framed us. Do you believe me? Will you help us?” Both questions were equally important, though it was the next one that worried Vince the most. He had no money now, and the only thing he owned were the items on him. Uncle hadn’t told him what he’d done for the handsome stranger, and Vince wasn’t sure if the debt would cover all the help Vince was asking for. “How much would you want for your payment?” |
Hirsch closed the door behind Vincent once he managed to scuttle on inside. He watched him move, and noted the stark confusion on his face as he looked around his living room.
Well, sure. Certainly he didn't expect a semi-fancy place...well...maybe that, but there weren't any weapons on display. No hunting trophies, no racks of armor or fancy hunting clothes. Not even any targets to practice on, though he had those hidden in a box out back along with a few racks of safety gear. No, instead Hirsch was well in-tune with his fashion sense, and his home reflected that. The only thing that pointed to him dealing arms, in fact, was the pistol at his side. He eased himself down onto the other couch, facing Vince, one leg swung over the other suavely. The story he was presented with did not surprise him. Though in most deviations of the mafia, family was very important...greed could corrupt even that which was most sacred. "How many brothers are we talking about here? I may or may not believe you...but I will assist you, if you can pay me in some way." Hirsch shifted where he sat, leaning forward a bit. "I take payment in many different ways. In objects, in money, in precious stones...I can even take payment in the form of bodily pleasures..." |
The slim male looked puzzled for a moment, then recognition dawned on his face. Right away, he’d ruled out money, objects and precious stones, having none. He could offer his body, a desperate move on his part, as he was certain he wasn’t gay, and wasn’t sure if this was even an actual offer. It would, however, push him out of his comfort zone a bit. But would it be worth it to make his father suffer? Yes A cruel voice answered him in his mind. “Two. I have two older brothers, and my father.” Vincent’s face darkened as he spoke, and everything from the way he was sitting to the hands balled into fists on his lap reflected how tense he was. “This is all I have since being sent to prison. Would you be willing to help us first? When I can get into my home, there is plenty of money I can pay you with…” It was a long shot, and Vince didn’t think Hirsh would go for it, and doubted the arm’s dealer would be willing to accept that. Vince didn’t know anyone who would. There was also no guarantee he would live through this, and whatever he used beforehand would be lost and unpaid for. Vince felt his mouth twitch. |
Hirsch felt some sort of inner excitement while he watched Vince deliberate, and it only heightened when he glimpsed the look on his face. His openness often turned off his customers, or at the very least shocked them. He didn't lose many customers this way. In fact, once he elaborated, most were a little more eager.
Hirsch was bisexual. When he played with other males, he absolutely hated to be dominant, something his customers were more relaxed about when they heard. "Three, then..." Hirsch hopped up out of his seat, nabbing a small notepad he had on one of the small tables in the room and scribbling some of the details he'd been given down. He didn't notice how tense he was beginning to get until he finally looked up, and he hesitated a bit. "...Well. I do require a down payment. You can pay me with money or something else later, but I will need some kind of down payment to begin with, no matter what kind of payment it is," Hirsch explained, semi-cooperatively. |
Emerald eyes followed Hirsh as he moved, writing what Vince said down. After listening, he nodded silently, debating with himself. No one else would be willing to go against his family, especially not with a simple promise of payment later. “That’s understandable then.” Vincent shifted uneasily, before speaking, “By, um…bodily pleasures, what exactly do you mean?” Before agreeing, the male wanted to know what exactly would be expected of him. |
Ooooh, one of his favorite sorts of questions to answer! Hirsch turned slightly to fix him with a pointed stare, and smiled, half-apologetically.
"To put it bluntly, some kind of sex. I love men just as much as I love women," he revealed in a low purr, leaning against the table and bending his body slightly. "However, when it comes to men...I prefer a dominant lead..." Much less intimidating than what male clients usually seemed to think: that he wanted to be rough with them and make them women, in a sense... |
Vince gave a soft, choking cough and glanced away quickly. Well, very blunt. He’d thought the arms dealer was attractive, though he’d never laid with a man before, at least he now knew Hirsh wouldn’t expect him to be the one to…bend over…for lack of better terms. “Just, uh…some kind?” He finally questioned after a moment, licking his lips. Well, if that was the case, if was possible wouldn’t need to lay with arms dealer. “So…you would be satisfied with, uh…” Vince was embarrassed further as his spoke, by the redness creeping up his cheeks. “With…oral, perhaps?” He hadn’t even had to think about this in prison, being kept in solitary for the most part, though it was a matter of who he was rather than misbehavior. |
Hirsch stopped himself from laughing at Vince's reaction--it had been both amusing and attractive at the same time. He did see a small sense of relief, though...probably since he'd admitted he hated to dominate.
"Some kind, yes." Hirsch tilted his head, watching him struggle and stumble over his words. It wasn't often he would get someone so embarrassed about it, but still willing to try it out in some way. It was...kind of adorable. Especially the blush flooding over his cheeks and face. "Hmm...perhaps..." he mused, eyes flickering to the ceiling as he thought. Usually, he would accept any kind. It depended on the person, and how much satisfaction he received from it. |
Vince nodded as if everything had been decided. “There. We will do that then.” He gave a tiny nod, then glanced around the room once more. “So, uh, when would you like to start making plans for this…and uh…” He darkened a bit more, “When…exactly, do you want this payment?” Yes, he was desperate, and wanted to make his family for pay for what he’d been through, for what he’d found. And if it took pleasuring another male once, it was a small price to pay. |
"We can start making plans whenever you want. And that goes for the payment, as well." Hirsch shifted a bit, and sauntered back over to where he had been sitting before. He had the walk of a supermodel, sort of...he almost danced instead of walked. He plopped down heavily, resting his head on his arms. "Aahh...also..."
He donned a serious sort of look. "Don't be nervous about your choice of payment...because for what is given to me in that way, I often pay it back...pleasure for pleasure..." |
Vince wasn’t sure what to say for a while, simply watching Hirsh move. It wouldn’t be so bad, he figured, to be intimate with the man. He seemed to ooze sexual appeal, and his voice was an addictive sound that could easily have Vince begging to hear more. Then the male’s words sunk in. “Ah, uh, erm. No?” He stated after a moment, mostly puzzled. “Sorry…I don’t understand…if that is my payment to you, why would you return it?” |
Hirsch chuckled, reaching up to brush some of his hair out of his eyes. He needed to get it trimmed, just slightly...perhaps layered, as well. He took good care of himself...his hair was no exception.
"Let's just say it's because I'd like to..." Hirsch replied, a single black eyebrow arching upwards. "Bluntly once again, I like returning favors..." |
Vincent was silent once again. So, perhaps Hirsh was a bit attracted to Vince? The male glanced at the two short jacket, and self-consciously lifted his hand to his own hair. He doubted that. Perhaps Hirsh really did simply like to perform the actions. He turned his head slightly, focusing at the wall to the left of Hirsh’s face. “I…see, then. Whatever you wish. I…don’t know how long this should take, either. See, I don’t know how to prove my Uncle and I couldn’t have been there. We were at his house in the country. One of his horses was ready to birth, and we wished to be there. The only other man who’d been with us, was taken out of the picture by my father. No one close to the family will testify against them…” There, he’d explained things alright. “Are you…expecting more payments for the cost of food, and housing, and the like?” In all honesty, Vince wasn’t sure if he was looking forward to it or not. The more he thought about his promise of payment, the more curious he became. |
Hirsch had a set type. He was nineteen, and had taken over his father's arms-dealing business just three or four years ago...he was no novice, having been trained since birth, but he was young. He liked a dominating male, from Austrian, Italian, Greek, or Russian descent mostly, with nice features and green or blue eyes. Vince certainly fit that, or most of it at least.
"I can take care of things on both a violent and a legal spectrum. You see, I have a close acquaintance who is also a domineering attorney...he can help you, if need be. If you can prove you were there to birth the horse, in some way, violent action may not be needed right away." Hirsch glanced up at the ceiling briefly to think. "Hm. No, not really...unless you would feel guilty taking advantage of someone like that." |
Merik frowned, and shrugged. “The foal died…we had to bury it. We did it in my Grandmother’s garden.” He hesitated, before adding, “If we could dig the carcass up, we could have it tested, reveal when it died…” His frown deepened, not understand what Hirsh was attempting to say. “What do you mean? Who would I be taking advantage of?” |
"That is certainly a possibility. Though we would need to dig it up as soon as possible. If you could have someone who is already there dig it up now and hide it, that would be perfect," Hirsch replied, cheerfully.
He then threw his head back slightly, pursing his lips together in a small smile. "Never mind," he hummed, in a musical sort of way. It seemed as if he was leaving it in the air... |
”…” Merik felt his mouth twitch, “You can’t just say something like that and drop it. Now I’m dying to know…There’s no one at the house now. My Grandfather can’t access any money accounts while in prison, so they left. Can’t blame them. Please tell me?” He pouted, fully curious. Oh yes, he could beg when he needed to. And right now he needed to know what Hirsh was talking about. It could help. |
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