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Matthew DiVigny ([personal profile] dirtyandtrue) wrote2017-11-26 09:56 am
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IC INBOX



"This is Matthew - you must have missed me, or I'm elsewhere attending to business. Leave a message if you want a call back.

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This is Matthew's IC inbox for Ainmhian.
riotousjunkie: (awwwwww)

[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-22 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Damned near — “But not quite, yeah?” Cassidy asked with a knowing smirk. He had his own visions of young master DiVigny in his bloody chateau, passing out on the expensive furniture and getting into snappish fights with Mummy and Pa-pa.

Almost ready. He rotated the spoon handle toward Matt, prompting him to hold it for a bit while Cassidy tied the rubber cord around his bicep.

“Course, the more I built up a tolerance, the better I got at fightin’ under the influence. These days, I can take out five wankers on four lines of coke and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.” He tore the plastic packaging open with his teeth, then brought out the needle and positioned it over the pool of heroin.
riotousjunkie: (do you know what)

[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-22 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Cassidy frowned. He was never certain how much he was being judged every time Matt talked about tranqs like that.

"There is nothin' wrong with a bit of ketamine, Matthew," he said, his tone mildly scolding. "Christ, especially once you're comparin’ tranqs to some of the other street drugs. Krokodil — ever heard of that one? Fuckin' nasty shite. I'd rather drink engine coolant."

So... okay, maybe everybody had their line. He just happened to figure Matt's was wrong.

"Though of course, given the option —" Cassidy pressed on the plunger, squeezed out the bubbles. The syringe was prepped. "— heroin's a bloody treat."

He offered Matthew the syringe, then leaned in and held out his arm.
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[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-22 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
As Matthew started depressing the plunger, Cassidy remembered to turn on his pulse. The tattoo on the back of his hand fluttered its wings, and his heart started beating at its usual too-steady rhythm. But the pace didn’t matter — the point was, when Matt pulled off the tourniquet, the drug moved through Cassidy’s veins faster than the speed of molasses. His eyelids dropped, his lips pouted softly. He hadn’t had a rush like that in a long while.

“Mate, I haven’t the first clue how any of it really works.” When he’d found focus again, he looked for Matthew’s eyes. “I’ve lost limbs and had me skin burnt off, and the tattoos grow back. So how’s that for healin’?”

He could have said something about how he had noticed himself aging, very gradually. He knew he didn’t have the face of a 19-year old anymore.

He felt like mentioning that would bring the mood down further. He’d sit with it on his own time, maybe. Maybe he wouldn’t.

Cassidy leaned back until he was lying down over his jacket. “D’you think I could do all right, out here?”
riotousjunkie: (they call it chillaxing)

[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-23 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Neighbors. Airy went bloody gaga over the flier advertisin' houses. She wants us t'move in together really badly. I said sure, let's get a place."

It had taken some persuasion, some soothing of Cass's anxieties. Talking about it now, he found he'd relaxed into the idea, even if there were things he hadn't thought of yet -- like the quiet.

"I did take some convincin'. But that girl could get me to sell me own arms, if she had a mind for it."
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[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-23 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think she intends t'let ya have a standin' invitation to come over anytime. And I see no reason why you shouldn't have it. Our casa is su casa, once we've got it."

He turned his head to look up at Matt -- admire him, really, looking like he'd come out of another time with his suspenders and his undershirt.

The heroin was making his limbs heavy. Cassidy felt it when his arm lifted to reach for Matthew's face, hoping to draw him into a kiss.

"Come down here..."
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[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
This was much better than getting maudlin about the past. Cassidy put a little bit of his own teeth into the kiss before Matthew started moving down. His fingers bent and raked their way down Matt's chest, over the lines of his suspenders. By the time the fangs hit, his hands were in place to cup around Matt's ass and press their hips together in a slow grind.

He answered the growl with a choked-off groan — kind of a challenge making any sort of noise when there were teeth at your throat — and continued to make soft, short murmuring sounds as the ripples of euphoria from Matt's bite started to pulse through his hardened prick. If Matt was feeling hungry, it'd be easy to make Cassidy come right here.
riotousjunkie: (sit back and relax)

[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-24 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
“Oh, good. Delayed gratification, my favorite.”

Dry, but not disappointed or even surprised. Cassidy relaxed his spine and let his limbs bend and curl — one knee going upward to help Matthew settle solidly between his legs, arms draping across his back. He let his neck go loose when Matt’s lips were back on it, his throat bobbing involuntarily against the kiss.
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[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-25 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
“You’re tellin’ no lies there.” In the sense that something, eventually, was often better than nothing at all. “And I did say I got no other plans...”

So if Matt wanted to take his time here, Cass would let him — for now. The weight of him over Cassidy’s chest, the pressure of his hips between his legs, and the soft touch of his lips all felt delicious enough to linger in for a while. Cassidy sighed with a sleepy sort of murder, and gave a lazy draw of his fingers through the back of Matt’s hair.
riotousjunkie: (taking notes)

*sleepy sort of /murmur/, omg autocorrect

[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-26 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I bruise," Cassidy mumbled, still loose and languid under Matthew, savoring the heaviness of the drug, the warmth of their mutual arousal, and the thrum of his own heart beating. "It takes a bit of work, though..."

Maybe not so much while his pulse was turned on. He thought that might make sense, biologically, but they'd already established that standard human biology wasn't part of the rulebook anymore.

"I prefer hands to teeth, if I'm gettin' a say in how the marks get left." He slid his hands back down from Matt's hair and down the sides of his spine. "Or some sort of... sommat ya hit people with."

Weapon seemed like an odd word to use in this context.

"Airy's taken a whip to me back before. That left a few welts."
riotousjunkie: (they call it chillaxing)

[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-27 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
“Only sometimes.” Cassidy pouted, not quite certain what that smirk meant. He shifted his body while his hands settled momentarily at the small of Matt’s back, enjoying the subtleties of weight and friction enhanced by the high.

“Usually, when it’s by a beautiful woman.” His pout melted into a goofy smile. He was reminiscing now. “And when it ends up turnin’ into sex.”
riotousjunkie: (too stoned or not stoned enough)

[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-28 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Cassidy hummed at the command as if weighing his options, before sneaking his fingers into the back of the collar and dragging it off over his head, letting it fall at his side.

"I've been beat the snot out of by so many men who definitely didn't wanna shag me. I think the association may be a bit ingrained, at this point."

Although who knew? There was always time in which to surprise himself.

"I've still no idea how that happens. The man-to-woman overnight thing." He hadn't so much as thought about that episode in a long while. And though he wasn't eager to have it happen again, he found himself wondering if he'd been a bit too uptight about the situation.

"Should I have taken a shot atcha back then, do ya think?"
riotousjunkie: (they call it chillaxing)

[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-28 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
When Matt leaned back over him, Cassidy rested his arms above his head, his fingers curling against Matt's wrists. He watched Matt watching him, similarly admiring the curve of his lips and the shape of his jaw, and Cassidy wasn't smiling, but his expression was serene. Open and relaxed.

He let off a little pouting sound at the brush of Matt's fangs. His cock, which had been threatening to stop paying attention, swelled a bit harder.

"The day you wake up and find your cock and balls are missin'," he drawled through a smirk, "we'll see how much you're interested in then."

Matt wasn't wrong, though. Impossible was the name of the game here, every day.
riotousjunkie: (that smile)

[personal profile] riotousjunkie 2018-11-30 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course y'will."

Cassidy left one arm relaxed over his head, while his other hand lowered to draw his fingers up and down the back of Matt's skull, nails gently scraping the scalp. His body kept on speaking for itself, his nipple stiffening between Matt's teeth. Cassidy took and let out a deliberate deep breath as the tension — it could barely be called pain — swirled and mingled with the high.

"I'm tryin' to imagine ya as a woman now," he mused aloud as the thought occurred. "...can't get past the stubble."

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