This Vicious Place (Malcolm Langly)

[Cryax Bane]

After the frostiness of Csilla, a planet with a cold that permeated both its landscape and people, the Coruscant Underworld was a breath of fresh air for Cryax Bane. Never mind that the air itself generally smelled like a mixture of meat carts and garbage worm excrement, it was still the planet he called home sweet home, and he was relieved to be back in the underbelly of the One Sith capital, where he didn’t have to grovel at the feet of the Chiss, who ended up hating him regardless.

Although on this warm and muggy night, Bane would have loved to have simply enjoyed the splendors that the Underworld’s Uscru Entertainment District had to offer, like gorgeous men bumping and grinding against one another, he weaved his way through the packed nightclub on a business call for the Coruscant Rotary Club. The crime syndicate, secretly funded by the one of Sith Lords closest to their shadowy Dark Lord, was growing and spreading across the Undercity, reaching its greasy tentacles into other sectors, and it was time for a bit of back-scratching under threats of grievous harm. Protection rackets were one of the CRC’s mainstays, and the newest target of one of these schemes was club owner, Malcom Langly.

Langly’s establishment, a nightclub above and underground fight club below, was said to be a highly lucrative endeavor, and so Bane assumed that the owner could part with a few credits in exchange for being protected by CRC racketeers who would deter people from swindling, robbing, injuring, sabotaging or otherwise harming their client. As he made his way downstairs where the grease wrestling was taking place, Cryax was certain that he and his two goons, a pair of Chagrian bodybuilders, loyal thugs from his Red Ravens days, would be able to get Mr. Langly to come to an (almost) mutual agreement.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcolm hated the underbelly of his homeworld, allegedly he was birthed among the muck and dirt, that's what the fools who ran the orphanage said when they were high anyway. It concerned him that after all the work he had put in it might all be soiled by his past. He had for years worked hard to tear a slice of his own from the Underground Uscru Entertainment District. Blood, sweat and more blood had bought him plush chairs and fine liquor, his premises forming a soliloquy of his life the grime of the pits below and the glamour and lust above in the form of 'Topman' his Gentleman's Club. Waiters in tight shirts and Bowties with pressed slacks and clipped hair they were glorious. A fine distraction from the grime bellow, a huge pit overlooked by a tiered observation area the carpeted luxury of the platinum tier, the standard benches of the balcony and the standing space in the blood works on prize fight nights the occupants of the blood works were practically promised souvenirs: Teeth, hair, blood. Malcolm didn't see the appeal of such gory trinkets ... he prefered to play with what was left at the end.

Tonight was not a prize fight night. Tonight was fun night, hot men, grass skirts ... grease. It was art in the guise of sport and he never missed it, both the fighters tonight were volunteers. Poor bucks in need of money and for the image of glistening muscle Malcolm would pay well. In the Pit the stench of the underworld occasionally seeped into the lower levels, he was safe on the platinum level but below no doubt the stench of poverty was battling to get in, he hated it but what could he do. He would relax and accept that t was an undying foe , that's what he did best. reclined on a lounger a cushion under his knee to fend off the pain. He sipped his wine smiled at the spectacle below. He chuckled as a blond buck was plunged into the oil. As he lay back again one of the platinum tier's staff came over to him to whisper in his ear. It seemed [member="Cryax Bane"] was here. That was either very good or very bad. "Bring me a heat pack, I need to stand for this" He replied pushing himself to sit up, his knee was cramping something rotten.

none the less the less five minutes later Malcolm was stood overlooking the pit, his weight distributed between his cane and the balcony rail, he wouldn't show weakness but a perceptive observer might note white knuckles indicative of the tight grip of pain. He was alone in a room full of people his guards were busy keeping the peace, he had never needed a bodyguard before, hopefully he would continue not to need one. As Cryax reached the pitt's upper level he turned still gripping the rail. "Welcome, Mr. Bane ... what can I do for you ?" he was dividing his attention between the chiss and the fight raging below. He did hope Cryax didn't make him miss the fight, he had rather a thing for the men fighting bellow.Pain shot from his knee as his position shifted. He needed to sit down, it had been a mistake to stand, he was having a bad turn and at such an inopportune time.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Focusing on the protection racket scheme he was about to drop in Malcom Langly's lap was a near impossible task with all the greased up men in grass skirts, putting each other in compromising positions. The Chiss could barely keep his jaw from dropping. Somehow, he managed to tear himself away from the rather arousing spectacle and turned towards the club bouncers, but it was a miracle.

"Cryax Bane here to see Malcom Langley," he muttered. One of them impassively pointed to an upstairs level where there were a few shadowy figures amassed. Wordlessly Bane made his way upstairs, and when he did, a man strode forth, leaning on a cane for support. This highly attractive man, with his clear blue eyes and slicked back hair, must have been the owner of "Topmen," Mister Malcom Langley. A few different things that Bane wanted to do with this man flashed through his head, and none of the scenarios involved extortion. Although he supposed that credits weren't the only thing that he could extort. He was roused from his reverie by the other man's greeting.

"Mister Langley," said the Chiss, his lips spreading into a wide, salesman grin. "As you know this neighborhood is overripe with warring gangs and all manner of thieves and criminals. Crimes committed on businesses in particular are at an all time high. Therefore, I'm here to offer you a proposal." Here, he raised a knowing blue-black brow. "Some insurance, if you will." If Mister Langley knew anything about the galactic criminal underworld, he would likely catch on.

Cryax was about to suggest the two of them taking a seat, but as his gaze panned from the club owner's wincing face to his bum leg, it was clear that the man was in pain. Good, good.

So much better to extort you with, Mister Langley.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcolm looked over Cryax, He new of the man by reputation but it was clear that his reputation did him a disservice. The man was a handsome one , Malcom laid claim to having Licked choclate off a chiss once in his younger years but that might well have been a lie, he did afterall also claim to have dined with the outgoing queen of naboo. His eyes drifted over Cryax from his spiked hair to his muscled body and then drifting even lower ... He could have had such fun with this one, alas it was all business tonight it seemed. God he wished he could go to bed with or without this blue beauty.


The crime lord before him began his spiel, gangs, thieves and criminals stories he'd heard time and time before, tales he'd chuckled at time and time before but he couldn't chuckle now for a start he was in agony he shouldn't have stood up he acknowledged he needed the rest but he couldn't look weak. Not in his own premises, this linked to the secound reason this Chiss was a powerful man. He rolled his eyes as he turned to watch the fight again wincing as he moved. He needed another drink, hand quivering as he put all his weight on the cane then he raised his hand summoning a waiter, "Get me and Mister Bane a drink" He ordered eyes trailing over the bucks in the oil below as his hand returned to the rail. "Hmm... I have insurance Mr. Bane, I'm not some bright eyed toddler in swaddling clothes I have been in the business a while" He didn't turn back "What can you offer me beyond what I already have"

The waiter returned with a bottle of reserve whisky pouring a glass first for Malcolm then for Cryax, Handing Malcolm his drink he swiftly beat a retreat. The warmth of the alcohol ran down to his stomach and went some way to soothing his leg.

He was however still in agony ... what he wouldn't give to sit down.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Bane wasn't a Force user. In fact, most of this Dark Side/Light Side karkery between the Jedi and the Sith was all gobbledy-gook to him. He was a man of science and hard facts. Still, he had a weird feeling, call it a hunch, that he had the upper hand on the handsome Mister Langley. Mister Topman was obviously drinking him in like Chagrian Rum.

"I'm not talking about flimsiplast forms, Mister Langly. I'm talking about real protection that my private security company, an affiliate of the Coruscant Rotary Club can offer your club."

In other words, my goons will come stomp on people who try to put one over on your goons, catch my drift?

He leaned over the railing, looking down into the pit where one young stud was pinning the other in a highly suggestive position.

"It would be a shame if something were to happen to those..." Here, Bane smiled seductively at the club owner. "...talented young fighters."

As he waited for Mister Langley's response, he let his red alien orbs roam all over the man, his chest, his hips, thighs, and finally falling into his grey-blue eyes. It was almost a shame he was extorting the man because he could think of much more pleasant things he could be doing with the club owner. Some of them even involved grease.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom put his glass back down he needed another but he couldn't walk, he could barely stand so he would have to wait. He turned to look at the Chiss as he walked over, Malcom sighed he ever walked like a god. If he wern't in agony the beauty of the man trying to extort him might have distracted him from his business interest. The pain focused him.

"Hmm" He mused at the talk of the nature of the CRC protection " I do have some guards ..." He sighed offended at the implication that he wasn't properly protecting his own. That siad relations with the CRC could only be beneficial " ... Perhaps the CRC could be useful for me ..."

The Chiss came to stand next to him as the bucks bellow closed up their fight, no doubt more would be along soon.

As the man began to speak Malcom met his eye, smiling back at the Chiss's threat and yet was that seduction he detected, well that was a quaint notion, "They are quite spectacular aren't they " He replied "However I only rent them my tuesday artists are all volunteers, It's the fist fighters who are regular and I'm sure they can look after themselves ..." He needed another drink. He leant back onto his cane and attempted to step away from the rail but his leg had other ideas the muscle tightened and pain shot through his body as the leg buckled beneath him, his cane slipped and fell to the floor. Another shot of pain and he cried out, hands shooting out to stop himself from falling. He had aimed for the rail but ended up grabbing onto [member="Cryax Bane"].

How embarrassing ...

 

[Cryax Bane]

Malcom wasn't like most crime lords that Cryax encountered. Generally when hit with a protection racket, Coruscanti crime bosses tended to get defensive, aggressive, puffing out their chests like gorillas and posturing to save face. Even if they knew it was futile. Not Mister Langley. The roguishly handsome club owner was more calculating about things. It was a quality that Bane respected. His lips pursed for a moment. He needed to be careful around this one. The other man could be genuine, but his affability could also be a sabaac bluff, a lethal one, too.

"I'm glad we seem to be seeing eye-to-eye, Mister Langley," he said. "Let's talk a bit about the conditions of the..."

His hard sell was broken as the other man's knee suddenly bent and he toppled over into the waiting arms of the Chiss, making Bane's Chagrian bodyguards reach for their blaster until they realized it was a false alarm. The slicer caught Malcom, and gently wrapped his arms around him, cradling him. Any other would have probably let the man go, but Bane held on. The other man's closeness was too addictive.

"Mister Langly," he said, his brow furrowed. "We should get you to a seat."

Or, you know, you could just stay in my arms.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Cryax's words had been lost in the pain and panic of Malcom's fall, the world outside of him had blurred as he had fought to retain his dignity. That was what mattered to him more than money, more than power. That was why he had not struck out, he knew he couldn't stand against the CRC so why cause trouble for himself. Let his house stand to see the morning, he could grow from that scorched earth was not so bountiful. There was also the matter of [member="Cryax Bane"] he doubted the man would be too happy with a war even if it was only a short lived one and for some inexplicable reason the Chiss's happiness seemed important

Malcom had expected the arm he'd grabbed to be yanked away, he had expected cruel biting laughter and he had expected pain. He had not expected to be caught and he had certainly not expected to be cradled. There was the reason for his care ... this man was a karking marvel. Malcom with the support of Cryax regained his feet, fighting with the stiffness in his knee. His hero, He wanted to be coy but he was embarrassed. far too embarrassed to be coy, or suggestive. Any gravitas he had portrayed would be in tatters now. As he came to stand he looked down at the floor "My apologies Mr. Bane " He replied "If you can pass me my cane I'm sure I can manage to get back to a seat" He lied he was in agony and he doubted he would be able to walk without considerable aid and how he longed to stay in the safety of this man's arms.

He was however too weak to enforce his desire to walk alone ... well not quite a desire more of a need ... so if Cryax did choose to help him out in a more active fashion he would not resist.

 

[Cryax Bane]

"Certainly, Mister Langly," said Cryax, whipping his head around he barked at his bodyguards.

"Get the man his cane!"

He supported the other man's weight and stooping as he carefully lowered him, helped him to a nearby booth. One of the Chagrians set his cane down next to the club owner and then wordlessly stood behind the Chiss slicer, arms crossed, expression one notch above dreadfully bored. Cryax took a seat across from the other man, straightening out his spidersilk tie, and stared deeply into Malcom's bewitching grey-blue pools. Another wrestling match had begun below, two more hunks, way more grease, tinier grass skirts, and a rowdy audience that was more drunk than sober. Bane couldn't help but smirk. Malcom definitely had a good eye for entertainment, a very good eye. Perhaps shaking down the handsome club owner would be a mistake, if his talents proved useful. Change of plans.

"I'm sure you know of the Cream and the Crop Casino." It would be a miracle if anyone in the Coruscant Underworld wasn't aware of the behemoth of a casino, with 1,000 stories that soared up into the upper parts of the city and pierced the night sky.

"I help run the place. I'd like to show you around if you haven't been. I'm wondering if you'd be interested branching out with the Topman franchise?"

And just what other kinds of talents did Malcom possess? Bane couldn't help but fill in the blanks.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

This Man was too much, His chivalry evidence of a class not normally found in a crime lord.

He was however still very embarrassed, of all the nights he could succumb to the pain and it had to be this one, his fall just had to be into that man. He supposed it could have been worse he could have spilt something on [member="Cryax Bane"] or wounded him in some way. Judging by Cryax's companions if either of those to things had happened a sore knee would have been the worst of his problems, they looked quite formidable.

His eyes remained downcast as he was all but carried over to a seat a blush creeping to taint his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he was eased into the seat. That was better, not perfect but better the pain subsiding from a vicious stabbing to an ache. He would rest properly when this Chiss had taken his money and he could finally take one of the bucks to bed. He found they were always slightly better after a fight even if it was a tuesday grease fight which were in all honestly little more than playful scuffles not like the prize fights. Men lost teeth and more in prize fights ... now one had not dallianced till they had dallianced with a recently toothless man, but that was a tale for another day.

He looked up as his cane was returned to him "Thanks" He mumbled in reply to the wordless goon who brought it to him. Then finally back to Cryax, he couldn't stay embarrassed for ever. As he returned the Chiss's gaze it became ever clearer that he was no longer be extorted ... was this courting ? He hoped it was.

He chuckled "Yes I know of the Cream and Crop" Who didn't? The thing was a freaking behemoth ... Malcolm had once done so well with a ' companion' in the motel that he got his money back, or so he claimed. He might also have polished glasses in there in his lesser years but he didn't spread that particular nugget around.

Now they were talking, moving from extortion to expansion in a heartbeat. He grinned "Mr. Bane you flatter me, I would be honoured to have a tour of the casino so long as it is you showing me around and you let me take you to dinner ... A thanks for your heroism" He would certainly feel privileged to build more premises especially in the seat of coruscanti organised crime, perhaps under separate names he would have to think on that some more. But the greater privallage would be the pleasure of Bane's company for an evening.

As for his 'talents' he laid claim to being a first rate shot but perhaps Cryax didn't mean sutch vanilla talents ... His night talents were a murky area depending on who you asked he ranged from a beast in bed to a demi-god. Were you to ask him he would likely respond with sarcasm or claim to be a god like lover ... no doubt Cryax would find out first hand if Malcom had his way.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Before Cryax became a crime boss he was a geeky kid from Bakura whose main claim to fame was the ability to outsmart a computer. The young slicer’s tenure with the Red Ravens of Antecedent had all but killed off that version, replacing him with version two-point-oh, a callous and cruel individual, one who stole organs and pressed nail guns into the foreheads of his enemies. A criminal with a heart of gold, he was not. However, when it came to lovers, Bane could be a surprisingly romantic little sociopath, and sometimes even loyal. For the right man of course.

There was something between he and Malcom, a spark that was palpable, and it intensified when he saw the blush blooming on the other man’s face. Normally he would exploit a disability such as Mister Langly’s gimp leg. Ruthlessly. Instead, Cryax found the fragility of it endearing. He pointed to the cane with a solitary blue finger.

“Know how it feels,” he said. “I’ve got two cybernetic legs myself. Physical therapy took ages.”

That was all. He didn’t pry further. Maybe Malcom would spill the details during pillow talk. Quickly switching topics so as not to humiliate the new object of desire, Cryax returned to the topic of the Cream and the Crop.

“It would be my pleasure to give you a tour, Mister Langly I’m especially excited to show you the Golden Hour Opera House, where our shows are performed by slaves. And I think you’ll find that the Infinity Pool on the roof is a galactic wonder. I can even show you the penthouse suites, if you’re in the market for some real estate. I’d be happy to show you mine.”

...if you’ll show me yours.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

There was indeed a spark between Cryax and himself.However Malcom wasn't entirely certain he was happy to feel such things afterall [member="Cryax Bane"] had arrived tonight to exploit him. By the same token however the slicer had been a gentleman after his fall , it was an odd change. Yet when he caught himself in Cryax's deep red eyes e without fail stopped to take a moment to appreciate the chiss's beauty , perhaps a spark was not so bad afterall, still lost in the chiss's eyes his head drifted to rest on one of his hands, contented to watch himself reflected back in red.

Talk then moved onto Malcom's injury for the briefest of moments. It seemed that [member="Cryax Bane"] could empathise with his pain. Malcom was skeptical at first responding with a quizzical 'Hmm' Cryax seemed to be in good health generally ... the revelation that Cryax had two prosthetic legs came as a shock and prompted him to sit up, this blue man was braver than he looked "You almost make my knee look as inconsequential as a paper cut dear, I must say I couldn't tell you were injured in such a way ..." They could be cripples together "Your doctors clearly did a good job on you, The man I was taken to when this happened almost 10 years ago was not so good" The drunkard pitt physician had, if anything made his kbee worse but such was a story for another time.

soon talk was back onto less personal matters, Malcom appreciated the change his knee was a source of embarrassment for him and talking about it not only made him embarrassed but also made him focus on the pain. He longed to go back to a recliner and Ice his knee but to do such infront of his guest would be rude and the two walking mountains Cryax had with him didn't look like they would respond well to rudeness. So he would grin and bear it as they spoke more of the casino .

"That sounds excellent Mr. Bane, Perhaps tomorrow evening if you're free then, I'm not really in any fit state to be much good tonight ... " He smiled tapping his leg, He thought on the cream and crop the place sounded to be the hight of decadence ... it reminded him of Mothers house from the description, talk of an infinity pool perfectly matching the images that took his dreams at the orphanage " It also seems fair that if I am to see your home you should see mine, quid pro quo, It is by no means as grand as yours I'm sure but it has a cozy charm of it's own, perhaps I could make that dinner I owe you my self" Malcom had a great many things to show the Chiss crime lord back at his apartment "When will you be open schedule wise?"

He was certain that Mr. Bane was a powerful man. Powerful men where also more often than not also very busy men.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Gleaming red eyes showed more than an edge of concern as Cryax listened to Malcom spill about his injury. His head swam with the names of cyber-surgeons who could tend to Malcom, and could perhaps implant something more state of the art, erasing the sawbones obviously sloppy handiwork. The embarrassment on the other man's face was as plain as day so Cryax didn't further dig. When back at the casino he planned to put in a few Holocalls to some cybernetics specialists. When the club owner was finished, Bane somberly nodded. A waiter arrived with a tray of drinks on the house, and Bane gratefully took the tallest glass, a Sonic Servo-driver, a strong one, too. A nice, stiff drink and a nice...well, man. This evening was turning out to be a rather pleasant one for Bane.

"Tomorrow evening sounds fine with me, Mister Langly. Come by at eight and I'll be ready to show you all of the Cream's most wicked sights." They didn't have half-naked grease wrestlers sadly. Not yet anyway. He made a mental note to discuss the prospect of this sort of entertainment with [member="Roger Kranos"] soon. No need to talk to [member="Nergal"] about it. Miss Tillia would surely be into it.

"My schedule this week is wide open. Name a day for dinner at your place, and I'll be there." He smiled widely and rose from his seat, disappointed to leave that handsome face alone, but excited about the prospect of being wined and dined by Mister Langly. He had a good feeling that they'd be seeing alot more of one another. Whether or not they did remained to be seen, but either way, Malcom would definitely get his mind off that wicked slaver who practically never left his thoughts.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom appreciated the concern the chiss across from him showed. Malcom might have been a nasty player in the underbelly of the galaxy but he still needed sympathy some of the time. He was weak like that, too little affection in his childhood ... or perhaps too much, he wasn't a psychiatrist he didn't really know why he was as he was. He was as stated pleased that [member="Cryax Bane"] didn't further dig into his issues, he didn't want to look pathetic in front of such a devastatingly handsome man. When the drinks tray arrived Malcom grabbed a glass of whisky again the back of his hand brushing over that of the Chiss's. Whether purposefully or accidently one would never know.

"Perfect" he smiled, That was his evening and indeed if the going was god his early morning sorted "I look forward to it Mr. Bane" He added before pausing for a moment, reflecting on how odd it was the crime lord had come to extorted him and ended up leaving having taken no money and scheduling two pseudo dates. Malcom hoped he was better at romance than he was at extortion or Malcom would still be celibate at 45 ... atleast he would still be celibate were he celibate now.

"We will arrange dinner Tomorrow, I look forward to it " He replied, perhaps the end of the week ... certainly on a night to coincide with Nocturnal on Naboo, a guilty pleasure of his, twas almost as good as Massive the story of doomed lovers on the death star ruined only by the fact that J.A - CK would clearly have fit in the escape pod ... damn you Ro - 5E. Malcom couldn't help mixed feelings as Cryax got up to leave. On the one hand he was sad to see the Blue man go but on the other his knee was very sore now and he reasoned that he'd be seeing the blue man in a day anyway. "Good Night Mr. Bane"

With Cryax gone Malcom got up to go up to bed, "Send up the Black haired chap from round three, the one with the strong hands" He instructed the floor manager before limping into the elevator, sighing as he collapsed against the wall. His intended joined him in the elevator at the next floor, this was not their first meeting Malcom regularly called on this man when his knee was bad. From the fighter's perspective it was a gravy train go up with Malcom, support him to bed, help him changed, soothe his knee then relax him in various ways, usually back rubs or the like but occasionally as simple as giving the crime boss a drink and nodding along to a tale for thirty minutes, until he fell asleep. No schmut and he got an extra few credits in his pay check so long as he continued not to pass comment.

The next day at precisely eight Malcom entered the cream and crop, his knee improved enough that he could walk without pain if assisted by his cane. "I'm here to see Mr. Bane"

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax Bane gave his jacket's lapels one last smooth before he left to take the turbolift down to the ground floor of the Cream and the Crop Casino. His anticipation drummed through his heart the minute he'd gotten a notification that Malcolm Langly had arrived. Bane had toyed around with the idea of bringing flowers for the man, but as romantic as he felt towards the other man, their meeting was still arranged under the auspices of "casino tour" and not "date." Besides, if he had his way, there would be plenty of time to lavish him with gifts.

"Hello Mister Langly," the Chiss greeted with a wide, friendly smile, eyes flicking lower as he noted the cane. Instead of offering a handshake, he opted for a bow. "May I present the Cream of the Crop Casino. The crown jewel of the Coruscant Underworld." He stepped to the side, sweeping out his hand to show off the opulent casino floor, decorated in a black and gold motif, with its sabaac tables and dice games. With Malcom's bad knee, it would be difficult to show him too many sights. It was lucky that Cryax had planned to take him back to his penthouse as soon as the other man would let him. This feeling was enhanced by the fact that the roguishly handsome club looked simply gorgeous under the glimmer of the chandelier, his dark brown hair in a classic slicked back style, soft blue eyes filled with a seductive wickedness.

"Where would you like to start, my handsome friend? Should we begin at the top and then work our way down?"

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Whilst Malcom waited on Cryax he set to his own personal appearance. Not only was this chiss handsome but he was also potentially Malcom's future boss that meant there could be no mistakes. He smoothed out his jacket, adjusted his collar, checked there was nothing stuck in his teeth then washed his hands and left the bathroom. He was nervous now, he couldn't kark this up, this was his shot at becoming even bigger. Of course he was big now but to be cream and crop big ... well that would make mother dearest very proud. Very proud indeed ... perhaps I should go into death sticks he thought, that would make his mother beyond proud she had after all died of an addiction to them ... well that and cyanide laced caviar. sometimes the lies he'd told of his past dressed up like the limited memories he had of his past and things got complicated.

With the swift arrival of a certain blue skinned, red eyed crime lord. He looked pleased to see him which was a good start. Malcom smiled in return before bursting into a chuckle as cryax bowed sweeping his hand across the casino. "So very formal Mr. Bane, do all the men you come to ... " He began, before he leant in closer "exploit" He whispered, the word marred in a scandalous tone then he stepped back "... Get a bow out of you ?"
Eve malcom could admit that the casino was a sight for sore eyes. The polished floors, the opulent games tables and the handsome host with the ruby eyes ... ruined only by the fact that he still had o' so many clothes on. But such thoughts cause feelings that where at present inappropriate so he went back to business.
He turned back to [member="Cryax Bane"] with his glittering ruby eyes "and what a jewel it is, so ... arousing, just the right amount of blue" He smirked. Then placing a hand on cryax's shoulder he pondered the chiss's question where did he want to begin, Cryax had mentioned the Opera house and the infinity pool. Or there was the hotel spa a place which promised both pain relief and his new spark in a robe he could only hope the robe was flame resistant. Eventually he mustered an answer and as he spoke his hand began a slow trail down Cryax "Well my good man, that all depends on where the best stuff is ... top or bottom?" Had malcom just brushed Cryax's ... no surely not they were in public and such touching would be most inappropriate. That said they were both bad men ...

 

[Cryax Bane]

The night before at Topman, Cryax had felt completely in charge, but as Malcom came closer, whispering in his ear in that accent (Correllian? Coruscanti?), he began to suspect that it was the club owner who had the upper hand. The smell of Malcom's aftershave coupled with his whispered word gave the Chiss a pleasant shudder he felt everywhere, and the phrase that came next was delightfully ambiguous. Oh, this man was something else.

"Only the lucky ones, Mister Langly," he answered with a chuckle. "The chosen few get a couple different positions out of me."

A pale-skinned hand rested on his shoulder, long fingers brushing, and Cryax longed to kiss it. While Malcom spoke, a small army of bodyguards lingered around, trying their best to be unobtrusive, and he waved them all away. They were ruining the mood, and for better or worse, Bane trusted Langly. Security would, of course, still have eyes and ears on the two men, but at least the organics would give them their space. The rogue hand began to wander down Cryax's back and his pulse quickened.

"Top or bottom, eh?" he asked, raising his brow. Such a naughty innuendo, Mister Langly. Might have to punish you for that. The hand descended lower and Bane continued in a more breathless tenor. "It's up to you, darling, but the Infinity Pool really is spectacular this time of night."

A blue-skinned hand pointed to the seemingly endless row of turbolifts. "Shall we?"

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"Me, Lucky ... Yes I rather think I am" He smiled " not as lucky as you are mind ... " Malcom had said exactly the same thing to the honourable prince of naboo right before he'd sent him bow legged. He had been quite spectacular that night. He had sent the rather sheepish prince home to his mummy the day after ... never before had he seen such a spineless 20 year old he was rather good at ... well you get it. "Just a couple, I do hope you're downplaying things , I would hate to be wrong about you"

Malcom smiled as the Chiss's body guards were dismissed. Malcom also liked to live dangerously ... was that a gun in his pocket or was he just pleased to see Cryax. The 'truthful' answer was that it was a bit of both, he was both excited and armed. Didn't they always tell you to use protection ... yes, yes they did. Malcom hadn't ever actually been told he was schooled in the alleyways under the light of the moon, or in the factory governers office, dependending on which type of poor orphan turned font of glamour he was playing at that day.

He smirked as Cryax shivered slightly, he was pleased he could gain a reaction but it had been easier than he thought, this was but the first date ... one might accuse Cryax of being over easy. Of course Malcom didn't care, he was fond of the Chiss and if he could get him easily then that was all the better. A raised brow answered [member="Cryax Bane"] and his naughty, naughty interpretation of Malcom's own perfectly 'honest' and 'innocent' question. Innuendo what innuendo?

"Lead on then My good man, Lead on " Malcom left out the bit about wanting to see Cryax from the back, that particular Derriere promised to be quite something he hoped. he paid close attention as they went over to the row of turbo lifts .

"I seem to have forgot swimwear ... I hope you don't have rules against that sort of thing" He announced as the doors closed

 

[Cryax Bane]

The turbolifts hissed closed, and Bane turned to face the gorgeous Mister Langly, aware of exactly where the man's oh-so-disobedient eyes had been during the entire walk to the turbolifts. If Cryax had his way, the other man would get to see the same view sans clothing. Bane's heart sped at the sight of those clear blues and devilish smile. Could there be a man more tailor-made for Bane? Did Greedo shoot first? During the ride up to the top of the thousand-story casino, the two men made small talk laced with a few flirtatious double entendres, then the doors opened and the infinity pool was revealed in all of its glory.

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The skies over Coruscant couldn’t have looked more bloated with stars. The infinity pool itself hung precariously over the edge, giving practically no separation between structure and sky. Coruscanti high society mingled with crime lords and hotel guests, all engaged in the collective art of pleasure-seeking. Nodding at Crix, the Chiss gave his security team an order.

"Vorals, please round up the guests and inform them that the pool is about to be closed for a private party."

He turned to Malcom and leaned in to kiss his cheek, letting his lips brush slowly along the other man's stubble, a taste of what was to yet to come.

"A clothing-optional party, isn't that right Mister Langly?"

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Once again this writer asks whether a man of Malcom's Fine calibre do something so low as trade innuendo and double entendre with a man so perfect as [member="Cryax Bane"]? No Malcom would question how anyone not dirty of mind could find conversation about laundry and bed springs as anything other than purely innocent. However much in the same way as Cryax was hoping for more intimate relations so too was malcom. But only so much,Malcom was old fashioned he wanted a proper romance not some frantic tumble then a shy good bye. Those were his exact words to a republic Army Colonel back when coruscant was still a republic. So slightly lacking swimwear was as racy as he would stand for tonight. That meant there would be no post 'action' pillow talk tonight.

The pool was as promised spectacular as the light of the stars reflected in the pool to make the whole thing sparkle. Almost as much as the Chiss's eyes did, It was very beautiful indeed. It felt almost cruel to deprive the other guests of the privilege ... almost.

Malcom saw Cryax nodding at a couple in the penthouse of the next hotel over ... it was slightly odd to his mind but no doubt they knew each other from somewhere.

On the topic of Crix the attentive reader may wonder why the Deviant, auburn bombshell was in a coruscanti penthouse? The answer was simple he was on holiday. Having been to Naboo for a weekend he and Toby where now taking a 4 day city break in the city that never sleeps ... only Toby was sleeping. He always went to sleep whenever crix put a film on. The pair were nested on the couch, crix holding a plush rancor (Beanie Beast's 5th edition mint), whilst they watched 'Finding Nimoy' The heart warming tale of adventure by the Disney Corporation which had recently muscled its way into the canon and threatened , if one was to believe the conspiracy theorists, to ruin the galaxy.Of course when Crix caught Cryax's gaze the Rancor was pushed from the couch and the slaver had grinned sheepishly before having the voice control shut the blinds ... then he had picked the rancor back up ... he needed him to protect him from the scary bit, he wake toby for that purpose in due course too.

Of course what crix got up to in his spare time is Largely unimportant, far more important was the events transpiring on the roof top pool as guests filed out. Malcom smiled as Cryax kissed his cheek and pulled the man to hug against his side. Was this not the height of modern romance.

"No dear, Clothing optional would mean that I wasn't breaking the rules ... but I am ..." He smiled "On that topic ... " He began as he set to work on cryax's buttons cane hooked over his arm "I may need some help getting ready ... things get a bit fiddly around the lower level" This was of course not inuendo it was just that malcom had trouble bending making it hard to attend to clothing below the waist. "If only there was a handsome man who could assist me. " He mused looking up as if thinking.