tantivy {Kodiak}

[Erik Stewart]

(this happens BEFORE kodi gets his face beat in)

After their night together, Erik hadn’t made contact with Kodiak and neither had he. It was a normal affair. For most of his sexual career he’d meet ‘em, screw around, and leave so fast they wouldn’t know what hit ‘em; Erik had a very casual mentality towards it, since he had long since numbed anything other than physical attraction with an abrasive, unforgiving brutality. Tenderness and mutual affection was left to his imagination and the musings in his journal. They came only when he was vulnerable, and he didn’t like to linger on it. Erik felt much more comfortable, then, as some sort of wild night creature that came and went and worked ‘em over better than their girlfriends ever could.

In that sense, Oriel and Phoenix had been the exception to the rule. Kodiak was still planted firmly in the previous group, and seeing him outside of the bedroom was like running into a teacher at the supermarket. Still, it wasn’t as if he didn’t want to see him – he was just wary of giving him any indication that he was; he wasn’t sure if Kodiak would reciprocate or even acknowledge him, and having a cheerful greeting go ignored meant Kodi would have the upper hand. It was a complicated and almost political situation.

Erik pulled some books from his locker and threw them into his backpack. The hall was filled with chatter and the bell rang shrilly overhead, signaling that classes were over for the day. Slinging one strap over his shoulder, he swung the locker shut, pretending he didn’t notice Kodiak approach.

When the other boy drew near – about a foot away or so – he finally deigned to look up. Erik raised his head. It certainly looked like Kodi was coming his way; he blinked at him, and even smiled, though it was faint. Erik cleared some hair away from his eyes.

“What?” he said.

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As soon as their romp was over, Kodi had made sure they parted ways before any sort of attachment could be made between him and Erik. It was the way he normally worked; deep down, he probably pined for some sort of deeper affection, but that was sure to only lead to suffering on his part, so it was easier to just bang and let it go. He was glad to find out that Erik was the same way - it meant they could probably do it again sometime without a bunch of awkward 'why did you leave so fast' bullshit.

So while he hadn't been seeking Erik out exclusively, when the familiar dark hair and freckled skin caught his eye as he walked down the hallway after a particularly brutal chemistry class, he made no effort to hide his feral stare. He dropped his stuff off at his own locker and headed towards the boy, lips set in a playful sneer.

It took a moment for Erik to seem to notice him, but when he did, Kodi tilted his head to the side in mock hurt. "'What?'? Is that all I get?" he pouted, resting his hand against the lockers to sort of hem Erik in as the crowd thinned around them. "After fuckin' ya so hard y'probably couldn't move the next day?"

A girl sent a startled look in his direction, and he gave her a glare before she darted away. "A 'Hey, good t'see ya,' or 'Where've you been, take me now,' would've been more appropriate," he determined, his attention drawn back to the freckled boy. He grinned broadly. "How're the bites healin', anyway?"

[Erik Stewart]

Erik flopped against his locker, arms crossed over the books he held to his chest; he scraped some hair away from his face, rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. “You think I ain’t ever took it harder n’ that?” he said, one side of his lips curled upwards in a smirk.

There was even some small part of him that was glad Kodiak had approached him again; he was halfway sure that their impromptu session was nothing more than a one-night-stand. It’d had all the markings of it. It was fast and intense and had left him breathless, but afterwards there were no soft touches or murmurs or kisses at the ear…Erik had gotten up and pulled on his pants and his shirt and he’d left, not more than ten minutes after it was over. Kodi had been burned into his mind for the rest of the night – how he’d looked over him; shallow breaths next to his head – but he expected the memory to fade, like a blister after a burn.

When Kodi insisted, he raised his eyebrows and said: “Good to see you,” he mocked, “dumbass.”

Erik lifted a hand to touch at the bite mark at the crook of his neck, almost subconsciously. It was nothing but a faint pink mark by now. He rubbed it. “They’re doin’ alright.”
He should have known that someone like Kodi would have a biting fetish; it was really something, watching his teeth become fangs. The sting had been substantial. But he hadn’t minded the pain – ‘least not when it came with a whole deluge of pleasure; made it seem like a sort of spice then, put a little kick into it. There were more littering his flesh, the lowest around his hipbone.

“You ain’t here t’screw with me some more, are you?” he asked. “I’d hate t’pop you in th’ face again.”

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Kodi's eyes traced the delicate lines of a lock of Erik's hair, his lips curled up in amusement at the reply. "Didn't want t'break yer skinny freckled ass," he retorted. The spattering of dust-sized marks, he had found out, littered the entirety of Erik's thin figure, making the boy seem even more fragile and lithe than he had before. It was a pleasant surprise.

If they had used Erik's room, Kodi would have been gone just as quickly - he strove for the intensity of the session itself, not the stupid fluff that came after it for a lot of people. Well... Secretly, in his most private thoughts, he yearned for that sort of connection, but it wasn't something he wanted to have to deal with anytime soon. So he fucked hard, left them breathless, and vanished like smoke. If he liked the person he was with, though, he was more than happy to do it again and again. He just refused to let himself get attached.

Fortunately (or unfortunately?) for Erik, Kodi had enjoyed their bout far more than he had any of his other recent ones, which meant the dark-haired boy was at the top of his list of fuckmates. The scuffle they had beforehand had definitely had a lot to do with the pleasure he got. "That's better," he smirked, reaching in and giving his cheek a tiny pinch.

His eyes dropped down to the faint mark, nodding approvingly. "Good. Wouldn't want t' have to avoid places next time if they're still too raw," he clucked, making it quite clear there would be a next time.

Kodi rose a brow, his smirk widening into a full grin. "If that's what it takes t'bed you again, I'll take the hit," he replied, even turning his cheek for a wider surface for the other boy to hit. "Whadaya say? Tonight? We can do somethin' between now an' then, if you'd like. There's a nice strip'a blank wall behind the dorms I was wantin' t'tag, if yer interested." He did want to get to know Erik more, if only to find out what he liked.

[Erik Stewart]

Erik dodged his hand before he was able to pinch his cheek. It was almost outrageously adorable that Kodiak thought he might ‘break’ him – he didn’t know nothin’ about what he’d done, and a part of him wondered if the other boy might be put off if he knew. Some people didn’t like sluts. Even if he made sure he was free of disease, there were still a good many who might consider him unclean, unkempt, or even revolting. Whatever. Their loss.

He swatted Kodi’s hand away even as he smiled. When Kodi’s eyes lifted away from the mark on Erik’s neck, he would find him looking at him, those black pupils fixed on his face. Unlike the first time they’d met, he didn’t look angry in the slightest. They were wide, the lashes open, his chin tilted downwards, pupils dilated (which were quite obvious, thanks to the light color of his irises): attraction, interest, arousal. They only shifted when Erik gave him a bigger smile. The skin around the bottoms puckered up.

“Take it easy, killer,” he said. “I’m surprised y’even get people t’fuck you if all y’do is bite ‘em the whole time.” He bit his lip in a false pout. “That really hurt y’know.”

Erik paused, as if to consider. “Are you offerin’?”

Clearly he was, but Erik needed time to mull on it; he put his fingers to his lips in thought. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do tonight. He’d never been tagging before, either – and he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to go traipse around with Kodiak for a while.

“I got detention after class,” he said, “but I can do somethin’ after.”

Kodi turned his cheek, but Erik just tilted his head and blinked at him, the white of his teeth showing just so as he smiled. “You’re gonna have t’try harder n’ that.”

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Kodi had nothin' against sluts. Hell, he was probably considered one himself, though he had always used the term for chicks that couldn't keep their panties on. Yeech. As for learning about what Erik had been through... That could be an interesting conversation that he might learn a hell of a lot from about his newest partner, and how far he could go with playing with him before he reached his limit.

His gaze darted to Erik's, and he was almost taken aback from the intensity with which the boy was staring at him. It didn't nothing to make his own arousal lessen, and he had to fight to keep himself from just slinging the wiry boy over his shoulder and dragging him up to his room now. "Y'got pretty eyes, Freckles," he cooed darkly. "I betcha get that a lot."

He snickered. "Well, gotta admit, I go through a lotta people. Some of 'em just can't take a little rough-housin', which's why I'm here askin' for yer ass again." He trailed his fingers down, trying to get a little tap on that nice, tight rump. "Y'know you liked it." His dark, kohl-rimmed eyes shone with a fierce light.

Kodi didn't answer the question. He knew it was obvious.

"Ach, detention," Kodi grumbled, waving a hand. "Don't worry, I got that too. Probably gonna have it for the rest of my fuckin' life," he snickered. "After sounds good. We can meet up at the dorms later." Mmm... He was actually a little excited about this. It might be fun.

He sighed, as though missing out on another jab from Erik was a great loss. "Too bad. Well, I'll catchyer in a while, yeah?" Kodiak smiled broadly, finally taking a step back from being so close to the dark-haired boy.

[Erik Stewart]

“Y’got pretty eyes, Freckles. I betcha get that a lot.”

“Guess I do,” he answered, shamelessly. He folded his arms around the notebooks he held to his chest, and lightly lifted one shoulder in a noncommittal shrug. The smile on his lips was as inconspicuous as he could get it. Coincidentally, Erik did get a lot of comments on his eyes; they were intense, powerful, and (perhaps most of all) a pleasing color.

He took one step forward. “Bet they can’t!” he said. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, y’know. I done things you ain’t even had wet dreams ‘bout.”
More suspicious stares from around them. Erik didn’t seem to care; he came as close he could until their chests were almost touching. He looked up at him, with his head tilted and his smile spreading, coquettish and gently teasing – flirting, almost. Granted, he had an unusual way of flirting. It was almost trash talk. Obscene. You’d never hear this kind of shootin’ the breeze comin’ from a chick.
“Well,” he said, “Y’came t’the right place, Kodi.”

Erik left the locker, and began to walk. He stopped to make sure that Kodi followed, and when he did, he walked in stride with him, shoulder to shoulder. “What ‘bout you, you like it?”
He guessed Kodi wouldn’t talk to him again if he didn’t, but he liked to hear it from the boy’s mouth.

By this point, detention was just part of life. He’d gotten so many infractions gathered that he’d a waiting line at least a month long: he was serving time for something he’d done and forgotten about before and he’d done things after that that would warrant more time, and so on and so forth, up until the present. It was like being in debt. The teachers overlooking detention knew him by name.

“I really don’t want t’miss detention. I’ll get in a lot a’crap for that. An’ I’m already up t’my knees in it.”
Erik noticed Kodi step away; he paused, flicking his gaze from Kodi's toes to his head. "Unless y'got somethin' worth it planned."

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Kodi's brows rose as Erik retorted and took a step closer, but he didn't move back, instead letting the other boy get as close as he wanted until Kodi could practically lean in and kiss him right there if he wanted to. From experience, though, he had learned that Erik wouldn't appreciate the gesture, so he made himself content with tasting the nicotine on the boy's breath from a few inches away.

"Is that so?" he replied, his fingers finding a small wrinkle in Erik's shirt and toying absent-mindedly with the fabric. "Well, I look forward t'seein' more of what you have t'offer." That broad, feral smile had hardly left his face since the conversation began; his canines had probably elongated a bit on their own as his arousal grew.

As Erik tilted his head and spoke again, he had to strongly resist the urge to just dive in and sink them into his thin, pale neck. "Glad you seem interested in goin' for round two," he growled contentedly.

He followed after Erik as he began walking, his strides cool and collected, far more so than his rapid-fire thoughts. Every time their shoulders brushed, he felt electrical tingles trail down his spine. "What the hell do you think?" he snickered. "I'm havin' a hard time not just pickin' you up and takin' you now."

But Kodi could understand the desire to not miss detention. It didn't do any good, and it wasn't like it was usually all that bad anyway, just boring. However, as Erik asked if he had anything worth missing it to offer, he paused, pondering. "Got a small stash I miiight let you into, if yer into that." Something told him Erik was. "An' I don't know 'bout you, but I'm fuckin' starvin'. Be dumb t'go to detention on an empty stomach." He rose a brow. "Good enough?"

[Erik Stewart]

Erik watched Kodiak’s face as he talked. “I woulda told y’earlier but I didn’t know how you’d feel ‘bout it,” he said. “An’ that’d be fuckin’ embarrassin’ wouldn’t it?”

He’d no desire to be in that kind of position; he’d played that part before, and Erik never handled it well. Though as far as he could tell Kodi had enjoyed himself, might be tempted to come back for more, and here he was. “Thought I’d let you handle it.”

He’d no doubt Kodi would take him now if he could. The kid seemed as horny as he was, and though he was still sore in multiple occasions he knew from experience that the second time was better than the first. They’d familiarized themselves, wasn’t as much fumbling, were more comfortable…all without losing its novelty. Erik was hoping he might pay him back for all those bites littering his pale skin.

“Sure I’m into that,” he said. “Don’t I look it?...An’ it’s either y’are or y’aren’t.” He was making this out to seem difficult, but it wasn’t, really. Kodiak didn’t have to offer him much. Any excuse to get out of detention and get on someone hot as him, really. Erik lowered his lashes in thought, pausing mid-step, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“Good ‘nuff,” he agreed. Erik smiled, fishing out a pack from his pocket. He offered it. “Want one?”

Assuming he did, Erik gestured for him to lean over, so he could light it up.

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Kodi chuckled, knowing exactly what Erik was talking about. "Yeah, I getcha," he drawled, staring at his nails with heavy lids. He knew the risks of losing face if Erik had turned him down - fortunately, he had gotten a pretty good read on the boy, even if he had left after the fact without anything stupidly soft like cuddling or talking. He had been fairly certain Erik would be up to go at it again.

He flashed a grin, looking back up. "Betchyer glad I did handle it, huh?" he added cockily. The truth was, Kodi wasn't the type to usually go to the bother of seeking someone out for multiple occasions unless he really enjoyed himself the previous time. And something about Erik had given Kodi just a teeny, tiny bit of attachment, of the feral sort, of corse. Probably that punch to the face - that was enough to make Kodi hot and bothered in a second.

And Erik didn't whimper and whine and cower like some of his past pets, all weak at heart even if they tried to act otherwise. Erik was the real deal - Kodi had no doubt the white boy could take whatever he threw his way.

"Didn't want t'make assumptions," Kodiak replied with a raise of his brows. Though the truth was, Erik definitely seemed the type. "Gotta bottle with yer name all over it." His teeth flashed again, already thinking ahead to what was going to come. Getting drunk would probably just make the encounter even more enjoyable. He didn't plan on getting completely wasted, but... It was always hard for him to stop once he started.

He paused as Erik did, feeling a trill of excitement run down his spine at the agreement. "Let's ditch this shit, then," he declared, turning away from where his detention was and instead making a beeline for the dorms, his footsteps slow but still eager.

At the offer, he grinned. "Fuck yeah," he growled, leaning down to take the cigarette between his lips. He didn't smoke all that often, mostly because he couldn't get his hands on any, but like hell he was going to turn it down if it was offered. Once Erik lit it, he took a long drawl, breathing out a trickle of smoke between his parted lips. "Ahh, forgot how good that feels," he sighed.

He caught the cigarette between his fingers and let the nicotine take effect, giving Erik a long, thirsty glance. "The more I learn 'boutcha, the more I like ya," he snickered. "What other dirty hobbies are ya hidin'?"

[Erik Stewart]

Erik looked over, showing his teeth in a smile. “You call smokin’ a dirty hobby?” he asked. “Shit. It’s th’ nicest thing about me.”

Erik was half-joking: his mind wasn’t for the faint of heart. Very little people knew its true extent – even his counselor was kept at arm’s length.

He didn’t regret skipping detention exactly, but he was aware he’d regret it later. At this point he had a string of detentions a mile long – reached ‘til the end year holidays, maybe longer – and he was starting to think that detention would just be a part of life here at Hammel. He couldn’t imagine a day without it. He built his schedule around it and everything. On the flip side, some of the teachers seemed to take pity on him from time to time, and he might could count on a free cup of coffee now and then.

“This better be worth it,” he went on. “I got detention ‘til next year, probably ‘til I graduate. I ain’t wanna waste it on a shit time an’ some piss water.” He shouldered his backpack. “Don’t suppose y’got any Jack Daniels.”

The brand was his favorite; he could chug a glass of that stuff without so much as flinching. It was indeed an acquired taste, however. It’d been his father’s favorite, too, and in that old southern home there were only two things to drink: water and alcohol, with the occasional iced tea, if he was lucky. He’d been at the stuff since he was eleven. It reminded him of home: he even had some shirts with the brand, which just happened to be some of his favorites, because they were dark in color and fit him well.

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"Ain't exactly clean," Kodi retorted, grinning. "'Least, not t'most of these uptight fuckers." He sucked in another long breath, eyelids fluttering. Mmm. "But if that's the nicest you got, I can't wait t'get into the real dirt," he snickered.

It was a miracle the two hadn't had interactions with each other previous to their first bout, considering how often Kodi was in detention too. He didn't even remember half the things he did that made him deserve it - it was all the same to him. A bite here, a rude remark there, disobedience to the extreme... It all added up into one soup of a mess that was his life.

Teachers rarely took pity on him. He was likely to snap (literally) at any that got too close.

"Oh, don't whine about it," he growled beneath the cigarette. "We're in the same boat. Don't even know what I did t'deserve today's." He rose a brow at Erik's request. "Unfortunately not. Wish I did. Just got some vodka in a couple water bottles - ain't glamorous, but does the job." It wasn't really his favorite either, but he took what he could find.

He paused. "Why, you got any?" Maybe they could be all friendly and share the stuff. They reached the dorms then, Kodi opening the door and holding it for Erik like a lady, smug smile in place as he led the way up to his room. He tugged his door open and stepped inside, quickly retrieving a box from his closet before Erik could see what else was inside. "Take's much as y'want, gotta bit more where this came from." He flipped open the top to reveal several innocent-looking bottles of what was presumably water. He snagged one himself, twisting the lid and taking a swig. "Make yerself comfortable," he told his companion with a smirk, putting the cigarette between his lips once again.

[Erik Stewart]

Erik walked into Kodiak’s dorm for the second time (and probably for the same reasons). Looked the same, smelled the same…he flashed him a smile as he entered, glancing about before leaning against the bedpost. Kodi wasn’t much cleaner than he was. Erik wasn’t exactly filthy, but he did have a habit of leaving things on the floor: his clothes, DVD cases, packs of cigarettes, the sticks strewn across the floor…

“Sure do,” he responded, but he didn’t offer any.

He took the slender neck of the bottle, watched Kodi down some, and then took a sip himself. The acrid taste made his nose wrinkle. He shuddered as it went down. No matter how many times he tasted hard liquor, it always had that effect the first time around – soon he’d be chugging the stuff without so much as a wince. Erik was sure that wasn’t a good sign. He hoped he wouldn’t be a beer-loving couch-ridden alcoholic like his dad.

“Where y’get this shit anyway?” he asked him. Erik knew where his source(s) came from, but he couldn’t fathom Kodi doing the same. He looked down, peering into the opening. He swirled it idly. “I like this best with some pop…”

Not that he was complaining. Erik lifted his head to give him a big smile, sliding down to sit on his ass, with his knees tucked up. He put the bottle down to put the cigarette stick in his mouth instead. The smoke tingled as it traveled past his tongue and down his throat. “I know y’got th’ accent but where y’from?” he asked. “Big city down south, right? ‘Cause…”

Erik paused. Were he back at home, he wouldn’t have thought twice about saying it – but living in a diverse atmosphere made him (thankfully) more aware of his implications.

“Well, it’s all white folks where I lived,” he tried.

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Kodi raised a brow as Erik confirmed his suspicions, but didn't say anything in return. If he didn't want to share, so be it; Kodi had his own, even if it wasn't his favorite. And he wasn't about to go and start asking for things.

He watched Erik sip at the liquid as he did himself, smiling faintly at his reaction. Kodi was used to the clear fluid by now, having gone through several bottles in the last few months. He wouldn't necessarily call himself an alcoholic - he told himself he just did it for fun, nothing else - but the truth was that he did rely on the stuff when he was feeling particularly hateful of himself and everyone around him. It could easily lead to a greater dependence.

But Kodi ignored that fact.

"I have my ways," he replied vaguely, switching between sipping and smoking. Amazing as it was, Kodi had some 'friends' around town that he could go to with certain kinds of payment, sometimes similar to what Erik did himself. It was pretty shady shit, but he'd done alright so far. "Sorry, ain't got any of that," he drawled. "Might be some in the fridge if ya really want some." Didn't sound too bad, actually...

He sat down next to Erik, returning the smile with a sharp one of his own, already planning on what he would do to that thin, pale neck of his once he'd had his fill to drink. Kodi took another swallow, letting out a sigh as the alcohol slipped into his system, making him actually less cranky and more... Bearable.

He chuckled at Erik's question, bringing a hand down to set on the boy's thigh as his head settled back against the side of his bed. "Tiny hicktown called DeRidder," he replied,"Louisiana. Only Chinese kid for a hundred miles I'm sure." He waved a hand. "Dad's white though. Got my pretty eyes from my mum." He snickered, sucking in a last drought from the cigarette. "What 'boutchu?"