This Vicious Place (Malcolm Langly)

[Cryax Bane]

The sight of Crix and his slave almost put Cryax in a sour mood, especially when the other man rose from his couch and yanked the blinds shut. Bane could never get used to being the slaver's dirty little secret. Playing second fiddle brought out his jealous streak, and Bane much was happier simply pretending this Toby person didn't exist. To have it shoved in his face was unpleasant. He turned his glowing red eyes to the handsome club owner on his arm, blue eyes full of genuine interest. There were more pleasant things he could have shoved in his face tonight, one of them being something of Malcom's. Crix Meriet could fething eat his heart out.

The slightly aggravated hotel guests and party-goers reluctantly filed out, heading to the lower floors to gamble or purchase whores for the night. Fools and their credits and all that. Now that they were alone, save for a few droid security guards, Bane let his eyes linger all over the other man's body. Malcom's eager fingers were already fishing for his buttons, drawing out a pleased chuckle from the Chiss.

"Oh you like to break rules, do you, Mister Langly?" he said with a teasing lilt. "Dirty rule-breakers here at the club usually get punished by security. But in your case, I believe I'd be the one personally making sure you see the error of your ways."

The Chiss steered Malcom over to the mahogany bar and leaned the other man against it. He placed one hand on the bar next to Langly's ass, and the other firmly on the back of the other man's head, pulling him in for a long, savory kiss, that lasted as long as both men could hold their breath. Cryax immediately knelt on the floor and began to unzip Malcom's pants, averting his gaze from the source of his shame, his injured knee. Once undressed, Bane carefully helped the man out of his clothing and, letting himself be used as a human crutch, lowered him into the infinity pool.

Bane stripped down to nothing himself, making sure that his date got an eyeful of shimmering blue flesh, and then joined the other man in the infinity pool. Come to think of it, Cryax didn't even own a swimsuit.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"I like a great many things My dear, breaking rules is just one of them, conformity can be so very boring" He teased back, As for being a 'Dirty' Rule breaker that was simply untrue. Malcom was squeaky clean, just ask his doctor ... Malcom hated Doctors "Special Case am I" He chuckled, this blue man was very naughty indeed "So Mr. Bane what sort of reprimand are we talking ... bed without supper ? or are we talking something more physical?" The thought was exciting, it was rather a good job that they were going swimming really ...

Malcom sighed as he was leant against the bar both from the satisfaction of taking the weight off his knee and the satisfaction that came from the touch of the blue adonis. His hands clutched onto Cryax's hips as he was pulled into a kiss. Lasting for an eternity and longer it seemed, Malcom boasted an impeccable stamina if he was to be believed he had in his youth maintained a kiss for thirty minutes with a rose between his lips ... best night he'd had thus far and he'd had a lot of nights. The pair did not kiss for half an hour that night however for what sort of story would that be?

He smiled as Cryax knelt down to assist him "See I knew there was a handsome man around here ... " He said "Do be careful though I have a weapon or two down there" Mischief glittering in his eye ... but he did have a gun on his belt, one could never be too careful, "I don't want it going off tonight"

As [member="Cryax Bane"] attended to the downstairs department Malcom attended to his upper body removing his shirt and placing it on the bar by his cane. As Cryax supported Malcom over to the pool though the man couldn't help himself from blushing a cripple who couldn't even go five paces unaided what sort of image was that. Malcom was a good lover ... so long as he didn't need to walk very far. Luckily for the pair however Malcom's knee was being relatively good today so there were no accidents.

Another sigh as he was lowered into the water, a mix of the absence of weight on his injury and the temperature soothing away the ache that had become as much a part of his life as the fog of the lower levels. That was better, no pain and a show to rival all others. Cryax bane you naughty, sexy man.

"You know Mr. Bane here we are ... stark bare in a swimming pool and it occurs to me that I hardly know you ... we ought to fix that"

 

[Cryax Bane]

The blue skin of the Chiss was almost luminescent under the crystal clear water of the infinity pool, the Coruscant skyline sprawling behind the men like glittering mountains. Alone with a handsome man, save for a few security guards and a few bartenders and bar droids made Cryax feel alive. It was a nice change from feeling dead inside. A floating bar droid whirred softly as it brought the men drinks, and Cryax lifted his glass of Whyren's Reserve in an impromptu toast.

"To a beautiful new partnership," he said, his white teeth gleaming brightly past the wide grin on his blue lips.

In more ways than one he hoped.

After an indulgent sip, Bane continued. "I'm not sure what you've heard about me, but the Holo-tabloid rags say I'm a 'washed up' crime lord who sits comfortably at the boot of the Sith." He let out a nonchalant shrug. "I suppose that's fairly accurate."

A blue hand gestured around at the breath-taking scenery. "My powerful allies allow me to play in this playground. If this is my prison, I couldn't feel more free. Ultimately a man does what he has to do to survive, don't you agree Mister Langley?"

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom smiled at the beauty of this blue mn glittering in the water before him, a beautiful man dwarfing what was a beautiful view , it was almost too much. They might have been almost completely alone on the roof but Malcom didn't feel deprived of company. [member="Cryax Bane"] was plenty social for him. Then drinks came along as if the night was not already great enough. Quite a novel little droid this floating bar man, not quite the same as a pool boy but quaint in its' own way. Malcom lifted his own glass in a mock toast chuckling as he did.

"A Partnership ... " He replied "And here I was hoping to put you over a barrel" he added with a smirk.

He frowned at Cryax's talk of the tabloids "It doesn't matter what those morons say ... " He ran a hand up Cryax's arm "I want real information ... " He leant forward "The mushy stuff that you don't tell anyone, I'll even trade you ... information" He wanted to know Cryax is ways no one else had, When did he lose his last baby teeth, what his favourite colour was , his guilty pleasures , the hidden stuff. Then leaning forward to continue "Or favours"

Following the blue hand across the coruscant skyline, "Quite the prison" He remarked. This talk of 'doing what one has to do' brought back painful memories of a flash back which may have been true. A flash back to a sailboat on the lakes of naboo, a shipwreck, a drowned teacher who's body was never found and some sheepish looks and red paint. He shivered " Your Prison is almost as beautiful as you Mr.Bane"

 

[Cryax Bane]

The heady combination of the night air and Malcom's hand on his arm gave Bane the most pleasant shiver. Savoring his whiskey he sidled a few inches closer to Mister Langly. Malcom wanted the "mushy stuff he didn't tell anyone," and Cryax's stuff was mushy alright. He generally felt uncomfortable talking about his life. Too many bad memories and inexplicable neuroses. Kark the skeletons, Bane had a whole graveyard in his closet. PSTD. OCD. Psychosexual obsession. The Chiss was a walking psychiatric disorder.

"Ok, Mister Langly, I'll tell you some things, but once I tell you all my dirty secrets, you have to tell me yours." he said. "Do we have a deal?"

He had no idea exactly where to begin, so he started with his relationship status.

"In case you're wondering, I'm single. There is someone, a slaver, but well, it's nothing serious." He started down at his glass, his face falling for a moment. After a few beats, he raised his head and continued. "To be honest, I'd like it to be more, but he's only got eyes for another."

The Chiss waved his hand dismissively and took another sip. "What about you, Malcom? Got a ball and chain at home?"

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom smiled as Cryax slid closer and he took his hand a little higher to rest on the man's shoulder. If they were to share secrets malcom might have been in a bit of trouble. You see Malcom didn't have secrets. Well besides the lying, he did a lot of lying. He supposed he'd just have to invent details. Like the story of how his knee got smashed to pieces. Perhaps that story would be good enough.

"Deal" He smiled "I'll show you mine if you show me yours"

He watched cryax with an intense focus as he described his love life. Malcom was glad he was single and hoped to rectify that as soon as possible. This slaver was a cause for concern, he clearly stirred something in Cryax and that scared the insecure bit of Malcom . As Cryax looked down Malcom moved his hand to cup the Chiss's neck "Your slaver friend must have defective eyes then, I doubt there is a man in the world who could compete with you ... " Those eyes, so much fire.

It seemed Cryax prefered not to dwell as talk moved over to Malcom and his own relationship status "Nope I'm single too ..." Sure he occasionally took waiters up to his apartment but they were there for company or to soothe his knee nothing ever happened "I rather hoped that you could help me fix that at some point, Mister Bane, find me a handsome rogue to steal my heart ..." A handsome Blue rouge ... A blue rouge with fiery eyes and cash to burn.

"So then Cryax" He pulled the chiss gently closer "Tell me a story you've never told anyone else and then you can ask me any question and I'll give you an answer" He lent in "Even if it's a very naughty question" Malcom liked Naughty questions.

 

[Cryax Bane]

“Single too, eh?” Cryax couldn’t help but smile widely at the news. “I think I know a man who would be absolutely perfect for you, Malcom,” he added. A slow blush crept up on his face, turning his cheeks violet. “Blue black hair. Blue skin. Devilishly handsome. And filthy karking rich.”

He sipped his drink slowly, locking eyes on the other man as he was pulled in closer. Malcom’s wet skin pressed up against his gave him a pleasant shudder. Cryax raised his glowing red eyes to the stars at the request for a story.

“A story I’ve never told anyone else? Hmm, let me think.” Oh, Bane had his stories alright. His terrifying stories could chill a ghost and his sexy stories could shock a Zeltron. But which tale to tell?

“I was working at the CRC morgue one day. My organ legging business hadn’t taken off just yet, so I had to do alot of the, uh, dirty work myself. I was elbow deep in another man’s guts, when a a spirit of a dead lover of mine ended up inhabiting one of the bodies on the slab.” He shrugged and sipped his whiskey. “I don’t know how. Some Force mumbo jumbo or something.”

A shake of his head came. If only he could shake loose the memory, too.

“Anyway, he possessed the body and we, um…well you can fill in the blanks.”

Come to think of it maybe he shouldn’t have told that story.

“There’s your story, Mr. Langley. I hope it hasn’t ruined my chances with you. Now as for my question…”

He took a deep breath and just blurted it out.

“Would you like to stay the night with me tonight?”

He thought he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear the other man say it.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom smiled widely back, Cryax was cute when he blushed. "Do you now?" He grinned eyebrow raised, Then he looked up "He sounds perfect " He gushed "Alas however do I get such a man to notice me ?" He put on a straight face still gazing with forced melancholy into the starry night sky "Woe is the life of a lonely young, rich and devilishly handsome Cripple" He pulled Cryax closer "It seems that even with my impeccable package and affable nature the world see fit to leave me lonely ... " Then he broke into a chuckle and laid his head on Cryax's shoulder, nuzzling him before returning to his drink.

Their eyes locked for a moment and malcom stopped mid drink. Only for a breif secound before the whisky started to burn his throat. Then Cryax began to tell his rather odd story, the first part had brought a chuckle but the secound earnt only raised eyebrows ... an odd tale to be sure but not off putting, not really

"[member="Cryax Bane"] you dirty devil" He chuckled " I trust he still performed well"

Then he dragged Cryax into a firm kiss

"Darling I once Karked a man that refused to come to bed unless I wore a wookie onsie" He shuddered, less than fond memories assaulting him "... what you did pales in comparison ... I doubt anything you do would put me off"

As Cryax asked his question Malcom put his empty glass at the side of the pool and webbed his fingers through the chiss's. Did he want to spend the night with Cryax ? Of course he bloody did.
That said he made a point of umming and ahing a bit first Hmm... a naughty question indeed ... "hmmm .... Of course I'd like to stay the night but I need you to promise to take care of me ... you see I'm told there is a man 'Blue black hair. Blue skin. Devilishly handsome. And filthy karking rich.' knocking about somewhere" His hands trailed up Cryax's chest "so don't break me"

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. If Malcom could forgive him for doing naughty things with a possessed corpse, then well, what depravity would shock the man? Probably none. His kind of guy.

"I will take excellent care of you Mister Langly," he growled, running his hands all over Malcom's wet chest. His fingers and toes were getting pruned. Perhaps it was time for them to continue their tour. He knew just the place to go.

"I was going to take you down to the Golden Hour Opera House so that you could watch the slaves perform," said the Chiss. "But with your leg the way it is, I'm afraid I would be a terrible host to drag you all over the casino tonight."

A knowing look came, one that suggested that he had more lascivious plans for his stud of a guest.

"Might I suggest a rest in my penthouse?" he offered. "You can sit back in one of our zoosha-fabric robes, the softest on Coruscant, and let me wait on you."

To sweeten the deal, he cupped the back of Malcom's head and pulled him in for a long, wanton kiss.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom liked to pretend to be a man of conservative sensibility, he was not but that is beside the point. Something in Cryax made him content to forgive most anything his new blue friend did. He didn't know what it was the man's eyes or ... other parts. but there was something.

Malcom purred as cryax's hands toured over his chest the pruning creating 'friction' in a sensitive section. A friction that was not at all unwelcome. He was also beginning to wrinkle too and whilst the coruscant skyline was captivating he was eager to see more. He had been particularly interested in this 'Golden Hour Opera House' when he'd heard of it and he was about to protest that he was more than capable of walking about, even with his bad knee . Of course the look Cryax gave him suggested that it was less about Malcom's knee and more about Cryax's libedo so he let it slide.

"Perhaps you can take me to the Opera another time" He smiled

Of course Cryax's plan sounded highly approvable. Sitting back in a plush penthouse whilst he was waited on hand and foot. Sign him up. "Sounds glorious darling" He smiled "But isn't Zoosha fabric that near transparent stuff the patrons in the under city wear, I hope you don't intend to take advantage Mister Bane" He stated brow cocked. He wanted to be romanced a little before Cryax karked him. He was a sentimental man afterall.

Then he was kissed and that settled it. It was time to get out. "Let's go then darling"

Then he made moves to get out.

 

[Cryax Bane]

As two poolboys appeared with fluffy, oversized towels, Cryax carefully helped Malcom out of the water. Clad in towels, they took the turbolift down to the penthouse floor underneath. Their clothes would be brought down later.

His penthouse apartment was the place where the Chiss excused his sentient security guards, instead opting for droid security in his private residence. Droids were a much safer choice for a crime lord with a stratospheric bounty on his head, one that was still unclaimed. Plus they didn't gossip. Once inside, he waved his blue-skinned hand towards a plush black and gold chaise lounge, just perfect for a man with a bum knee.

"Please make yourself at home, Malcom." A pair of droids brought the other crime lord a robe made out of transparent fabric as Cryax crossed to the mini bar and began to fix them drinks.

"If that robe doesn't suit you, I can bring you another."

The gorgeous club owner would definitely look good in the Zoosha fabric robe, but what he wore didn't matter one iota to the Chiss. After all, with his roguishly handsome face, Malcom would look good in a shurra fruit sack.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom smiled as he was enveloped in a fluffy towel by a pool boy who was, malcom admitted handsome. Of course his eyes were on Cryax, the chiss was being the perfect gentleman helping him out of the pool, supporting him to the elevator. He had not expected this when Cryax came in yesterday night. He took cryax's hand as they walked to the elevator "This is nice ..." He smiled "You are so nice" He kissed his Chiss man's cheek as the got into the elevator. Soft and romantic.

It didn't take long for the pair to arrive at cryax's apartment, then they were left practically alone. The living guards dismissed leaving only droids, No distractions. He smiled again as Cryax gestured to the plush lounger, It looked to be just what he needed. Yes he was going to enjoy this, a night of R&R with a very attractive man. "Thank you Cry" He replied before limping over to the lounger sitting on the end as the droids helped him into the robe. It was so soft, it was as if he was in his parents embrace ... if his parents had embraced him That is. Then he shuffled down to recline sighing contentedly as the soreness in his knee subsided. His head tipping over the arm of the lounger to watch cryax. He was slightly overwhelmed by the penthouse, he thought he lived decadently but he had nothing to compare with this place, so he focused on Cryax no doubt he could slowly take in the apartment as Cryax slowly took him in.

"What do you think Cry , does this look suit me?" He chuckled, watching someone make drinks upside down was odd and a touch amusing. Hot too but Malcom thought that was more the near nakedness and not the upside down view.

[member="Cryax Bane"]