Mouses get eaten(Zac)

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha rubbed his eyes, ignoring the fact he was screwing up what little eyeliner was on his face. The computer screen in front of him was flashing numbers faster then he could process them. "Shit.. Was the last one three or thirteen?" He snarled, fist clenching up and hitting the desk rather violently. "Fuck it!" Ant stood up, snapping the laptop closed before milling into the bathroom nearest his bedroom. The air in here was still steaming from May's bath, and in fact everything for his shower was set up very nicely by her.

It took him a good hour to scrub away all the dirt from his pores, feeling very refreshed and clean once he left again. He wrapped a black towel around his waist and headed down the stairs just as the door was knocked on. This was something he could ignore until he had a cup of coffee in his hand. He ran a hand through his slick black hair, it was sticking to his forehead and making him itch. Mayu walked by him-wearing only one of his old Green Day shirts that covered her breasts and butt, and that was all-muttering something about she'll get it. He didn't pay too much attention.

Antosha poured the cup of coffee into his 'Zombies eat brains, I drink coffee' mugs, when what his sister was wearing registered in his mind. Oh gods, she answered the door in that? He walked to the door, managing to look oddly dignified despite the black nail polish decorating them. "May, who is it?" he towered over her to look past the door.

Shit was it that day already?

"May, go to bed now. Mouse, what the fuck are you doing here? And stop staring at my sister!" He shoved his sister behind him, who mumbled unintelligibly and stumbled back up the stairs. Ant glared down at the boy, moving aside to let the rich snob into his house. Paper was everywhere as well as bits of charcoal and paints, thanks to Ant has his lack of cleaning. May had left textbooks on the table and upstairs Papa Roach's Broken Home was blaring from the stereo. All in all, it was a disaster. "Come in or freeze your ass off, I don't care." Ant shut the door behind him, still wrapped up in a towel. Clothing seemed to be optional in the Vikenti-because that's who they were, despite different last names- household. Boo wound himself around Zac's feet, mewing for affection and nearby Killer was nibbling on a carrot loudly.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac didn’t know what got to him really. He knew he was better than this and yet here he is, driving along the not-so-busy streets of Pilot Ridge, duffel bag on the passenger seat and one hand on his forehead on a face-palm position. Why did he have to let his ego get the best of him again this time? Seriously. It’s not the first time he’s heard a junk-insult-taunting, and he’s managed to avert whatever unimaginable outcome there is to be. And besides, he should’ve learned from his encounter with the beloved school goth boy, Verax. Gosh that was awful. He shivered as he remembered what had transpired. Granted it wasn’t anything serious or out of the ordinary (in Vincent’s standards anyway) but it was enough to scar him. And scar him for life it did. He still feels the pain (imaginary as it may be) in his nightmares every now and then. He could feel himself writhing in agony as that happened. Oh how he hates his overactive imagination.

But then it happened again. Granted this time it started with a harmless internet conversation, but it exploded to the same direction. As much as he would not want to generalize (not only is it bad, but such a generalization he’s going to make would somehow involve that a specific group of people have a special power over him), two is a number much too many to be a simple coincidence. Seems lustful goth boys just have a way with coercing his ego to do their bidding really.

He dressed rather plainly for the night. His favorite gold shoes, ashen-blue skinny jeans and a simple black tee complete with a blue sweater and a grey tuque. A change of clothes, pants and even underwear is on the black bag beside him. It may be uncomfortable for some, but Zac doesn’t plan on being comfortable tonight really. Not too comfortable at least. He knew for a fact that should he be too comfortable, he’d end up like that Trevor kid. Or maybe worse, since he knows Ant’s practically drooling over him, he figures Ant would practically jump at him once he sees an opening. Unfortunately for him, Zac’s not planning on giving him any.

Finally he arrived at the Vikenti house, parked his car in front and knocked rather loudly three times. It took a moment for the door to be answered, and for that brief moment, he’d considered backing out. He and Ant never really had an agreement to do it anyway, he’d never be called a chicken. But then the door suddenly opened and all hopes of backing out where thrown out the window almost immediately.

“Hi May,” he waved weakly. He still feels uneasy around that girl. Not only is she Vikenti’s adopted sister, she’s also one nosy telepath. He made a mental note to think of not-so-decent things about her, may it be rude or just disgusting, to cover his intimate thoughts.

Then the Vikenti walked over. He gave May a final wave then showed himself in, carefully tiptoeing across the messy house to the couch. How could they live like this really? “I wasn’t staring at May silly. She’s not much to look at really. Much like her brother,” he smirked as he cautiously flopped down the couch, “You sure I won’t die of filth when I stay here for the night?”

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha let a growl tear through his teeth. So what if his house was sort of messy? Mouse had no room to talk with his stupid shiny gold shoes, like that really made him seem so much better then everyone else. He put a hand over his face, knowing he was only cranky because the coffee in his other hand was not yet in his belly. "Mouse... No I'm not even going there. Take your fucking shoes off." He peeked at the younger guy through his mess of bangs.

Alright here's where things stood- he had just wanted to fuck with Mouse's head and had no intentions that they would actually spend time together. Yet here he was sitting on the couch like he owned the place. When had this boys family taught him manners? Ant walked over, yanking off Mouse's shoes with one swipe. "I don't care how dirty it is, it's just paper. But your shoes can not be on in our house. Okay?" he frowned, taking them back to the doorway where everyone else's shoes were.

Stupid little Asian not Asian man.

"Look, Mouse. I didn't expect you to show up. So tell me.. What do you want to do?" Antosha grinned, moving back over to the couch and sliding in beside his new hated friend. He wrapped up Mouse in his arms, chuckling darkly as the music above stopped. His thoughts weren't totally as dirty as he made them out to be. Ant grinned, pulling away in order to down the coffee in his mug. A fat black cat jumped onto the couch between them, an albino mouse looking thing in it's mouth. Boo really wanted attention if he captured a run-away Killer.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Grime, dirt and disorder really don’t mix well with Zac. Not that he’s experiencing OCD or something, but he does feel a bit weird (irritated and uncomfortable) around places that are very much like a pig sty. And, in Zac’s eyes, to call the house a ‘pig sty’ would be a huge huge improvement. “What difference does it make Vikenti?” he asked with such a cocky voice. He pushed the debris off the couch and flopped on top of it, putting his duffel bag on the side table near his head. He filth was bad and the air around him even worse; every bone in him is screaming for him to get out, as such a house is definitely not what he bargained for. But no, knowing Vikenti, he’d translate it to Zac chickening out the dare and would not let him live it down. And he’s far too proud to give the panther the satisfaction. “Then take my shoes off Vikenti. After all, I am a guest,” he winked, lifting his feet up and wiggling his shoes.

He merely smiled when the boy took his shoes off and made his way to the door, revealing his black socks underneath. “Take care of those shoes. They’re not that expensive, but I rather like them,” he shouted, trying to look like a sweet little kid. He took a look around the house as Antosha made his way back. Truly it was a mess. Paper and clothes are piled everywhere, a dirty looking cat running around chasing what it seems like a toy rat, and was that dirty underwear under the dining table? Oh gosh, truly this is a teenager’s house. A dirty, unruly teenager at that. “Don’t you have an adult around here? Or rather, does anyone care about cleaning here really?”

“Should I have called so you could’ve prepared your hundred-step plan to seduce me? Didn’t you practice it over Trevor Tabassi already?” he said with a tone of mocking sweetness, complete with the batting eyelashes, trying to look unperturbed when Antosha suddenly appeared and embraced him. Clearly the guy needs a lesson or two on subtlety. “Well, I was planning on getting dirty with you all night long. I want to rough you up Antosha, to be naked and musky with you. I want to be with you ‘till you can’t say anything but my name and my name only in sheer pleasure,” he said with ever-flowing sarcasm, rolling his eyes as he squirmed free of his embrace. Zac would rather die than be raped by the man-boy. He stood up, dusted his shirt and pants, then sat down on the other couch. “I don’t know. I don’t have anything planned. Why would I?” he paused for a bit, realizing how ill prepared he’d apparently been, “What do you do on weekend nights around here?”

[Antosha Vikenti]

Okay, seriously? If Zac looked at his house with one more look of disgust. God he was going to fuck the boy up. No matter how hot he was. It's not like the house was normally this messy, but it'd been a long week and no one had time for shit. So what if laundry-clean-was on the table waiting to be sorted? Not everyone was fucking perfect. Unlike someone would like to believe.

Ant growled under his breath, lips starting to pull back as his irritation rose. Maybe he was a little more feline then man. People can fuck themselves for all he cared. "Mouse, get your fucking nose out the air!" He growled at the boy, well more of a snarl, and reached over to whack him upside the head. Alright, the only reason he was so angry was because he was bored. Bored was not a good emotion for Ant.

But you know what? If it was so messy here, let Mouse see his room.

Antosha reached over, picking up Mouse in both of his arms without to much effort. Careful to prevent escape. He grabbed the duffel bag with his teeth and set it on top of Mouse's chest before carrying him into his room. Grunting a little as the boy tried to escape. Gods, he wasn't going to be raped. He should calm the fuck down.

He threw Mouse onto the bed without much of a thought, watching him land on the soft as a cloud bed of shadows. Deep purple and black pillows falling over the edges everywhere, the only mess in the entire room. Ant glanced around his room, taking a survey. His desk was home to a small TV and DVD player, the movies were hidden inside the drawers. There was a pitch-black mini-fridge with a microwave on top in case he ever was locked into his room. Again. A easel stood against the window; already showing off a charcoal artwork of his sister sitting with Ash, spaces all around them for more people. It was going to be a picture of friends and family. Ant turned to Mouse, the smell of vanilla waffling down from a candle on top of his tv. "Look, it's clean in here so shut the fuck up. I'll sleep on the couch."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac was already making himself comfortable, his eyes, nose and mind working side by side to selectively block out the rather unpleasant surroundings. He positioned himself perpendicular to the couch he’s sitting on, legs hanging through the arm and his head and arms on the other. He was ready to feel all-cozy, his arms already behind his head, when he suddenly found himself being carried, wedding bride style, by the rather tall guy named Antosha. “God, I always forget how tall you are,” he said as he tried to squirm free. Now he figures being called mouse by the guy is indeed fitting, no matter how demeaning it sounds. At least he didn’t call him Rat or Gerbil.

“Vikenti, put me down! I’m in no mood to be raped right now!” he shouted as he tried to wiggle his way out, but unfortunately Antosha’s arms are a bit too strong for him. Either that or he’s just not in the right position to squirm. He’d go with the latter. And besides he could always tap into a gorilla and gain it’s strength, or an elephant and grow extremely heavy, but he doesn’t want to upset the possibly sleeping May already. Zac may not like her that much, but she’s still an ‘innocent bystander’ in all these. “You could’ve at least drugged me or something so I won’t remember anything you’re going to do to me tonight,” he resigned, pouting rather comically and crossing his arms as he let himself be led to wherever the panther wants him to be.

Zac landed awkwardly on the bed, rolling a few times before hitting the headboard and rolling back to the center of the bed again. And boy was he in for the shock of his life. For all the chaos present in the house, the room was immaculate. It didn’t seem like the room of a teenage boy, especially one whose name is Antosha. Zac blinked twice and even rubbed his eyes to tell himself he isn’t dreaming. “Woah,” was all he could say.

Still in a trance-like state, he slowly stood up from the bed and began exploring the room. It wasn’t like his room (far from it) but Zac can deal with it. It’s not too spacious, but enough to hold a party of three or five. The bed was neatly arranged (except it’s now a bit wrinkled since Zac rolled over it) and the desk spotless. His own TV, fridge and microwave. “An easel? I didn’t know you do art Ant. Or do you just do it for the nude male models?” he teased, walking towards the canvas and randomly flipping through the sketches.

Is he serious? Is he playing the good host now? “Tell me this isn’t just a tactic of yours to catch me off guard my dear Antosha-kitty?” he asked with much confusion in his eyes. Admit it or not, he’s feels a wee bit guilty with all the change of heart the giant’s showing him. “Hey, you don’t have to sleep downstairs. You can sleep here. I have my chastity belt on so I really don’t have to worry about anything,” he teased, poking the other boy on his side.

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha grunted, walking over to the desk to reach into the bottom drawer and pull out a pair of simile boxers and a pair of cookie monster pajama shorts. "Mouse, there's a shit lot you don't know about me. And don't even begin to act like you care." He yanked out an Edward Scissor-hands shirt and threw it at Mouse's chest. Something to wear to bed.

He really did have a heart. Fuck yeah.

"You had your nose up in the air, Mouse. I either punched you or took you up here. Take your pick. And whatever, chastity belt or not doesn't matter." Antosha smiled arrogantly, moving to perch on the edge of his bed-now fully dressed- and pretended to check out his little Asian friend.

There was indeed something to look at.

Antosha twitched his nose, itching for a cigarette. Man this guy tested him. It was rare for people to actually be allowed to sleep in his room. With him, at least. Was he supposed to have the self-resistance of a fucking saint here? He walked back over to the easel and sat down, reaching down to grab a box of charcoal sticks. With a back turned to Mouse he started drawing a picture. He wasn't sure what it would be, but just forming shapes made him feel better.

[Zachary LaRousse]

It was only when Antosha bent over to grab himself a pair of boxers (at least he doesn’t go commando) and pajamas did Zac realize how buff he really is. It never occurred to him that apparently, the tall guy isn’t scrawny, that in fact he has decent muscle tone and definition. Not enough to say it’s better than his, but definition nonetheless. Guess that explains the superhuman grip, he told himself.

“Gosh Vikenti, some decency please? You have a guest here, remember?” he laughed as he covered his eyes with a pillow and threw another to Antosha’s direction. “I don’t want to see your teensy-tiny junk so early in the night. Nor your incredibly girly manpanties. I’d have nightmares.” Nope, it’s not because he has questions about his sexuality (at least none that he acknowledges). It’s just that he’s scared Antosha might have some sort of piercing on him too, and his overactive imagination is just too powerful for him to erase such an image (and supposed pain).

He promptly caught the shirt and frowned. “What am I going to do with this?” he asked. If Antosha is asking him to wear this, then he’d better freeze in hell. “I am not going to wear this, if that’s what you’re thinking. So not my style.” He nodded as he grabbed his bag. “If you’re concerned I don’t have a change of clothes, that’s what my bag is for dear. And I’m sorry but I’m going to use the bathroom should I decide to change.” Thankfully Antosha went over and grabbed the shirt for himself. Thank goodness he’s now fully clothed.

“Really? So Ant’s not just some sex-deprived kitty who’d do anything to be stuffed?” he teased as Antosha came over, “Then tell me. Excite me. Indulge me KittyKat. What is there to know about the Antosha I’m facing right now.”

After briefly standing up to look at Antosha’s sketches (which surprisingly, contains no nudes; he must’ve hidden them somewhere) and poking the giant to stay, Zac jumped back to the fluffy bed, hugged one pillow and playfully rolled back and forth as he talked to the other guy. “So what’re you drawing right now? Imagining me without these obstructive clothes?”

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha let his feathers be ruffled by the boy, knowing the boy was too much of a chicken shit to start somethign that needs finished. All that needed finished tonight was this god-damned picture that was stuck in his mind. Who knew Mouse looked hot with a collar and leash?

"Fine, if you don't want to wear it then throw it in the hamper. I don't care if it's your style or not." He didn't turn around as he spoke, instead focusing on the outline of everything. It was known that he was a quick artist, so a picture could take him less then an hour to complete. He really just wanted to see what Zac would look like with a collar, leash, and a whip in his teeth. Yeah, Ant was kinky.

"Shut up, brat." He chuckled, swiveling in the chair to face the little monkey that was insulting him. God was he really going to be this abrasive at night? Wait... Why was Mouse curling up around his pillow? Aw, did the little boy have a crush? That would be just adorable. Except... He was really thinking about another guy who had curled up exactly like that while he slept.. Ant got a vacant expression for a few moments before sighing and coming back to planet earth.

"Mouse, why would I need to imagine- when I could see the real thing?"

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Kitty, your silence is unnerving,” said Zac while playfully rolling over the bed. He still can’t get over the fact that Antosha’s room was so clean. Heck, just the fact that he kept his bed orderly and the pillows are still fluffy was already too much for him to process. Guess he doesn’t know the guy as much as he thought. “You know, I came here thinking you’re much like Verax. Seems I was wrong.” The fact that no panties can be seen out of the cabinets means a lot already.

He finally stopped rolling and settled on lying on his belly, pillow still in his arms below him, his legs happily waving in midair. He pouted when he saw Antosha sketching eerily on his easel, his silence and smirk combined with the fact that he can’t saw what the guy is doodling really making him feel a bit uneasy. “What are you drawing really? Show me.” He promptly stood up and walked over. And boy was he surprised with what he saw.

A portrait of him. With a leash and a collar. And a whip.

“At least you have the decency to keep me clothed,” was all Zac could say. Somehow, that ill-boding feeling he had in his gut when he first decided to proceed with the dare and drive to the Vikenti household seemed to grow stronger. He could feel that uneasy feeling pooling in his stomach, as if trying to make him barf. He knew it was a bad idea to go here, and yet he just had to. Like a moth caught in a trance by the flame of the lamp, Zac couldn’t help but see for himself what would happen really. Apparently all his thoughts were true.

He tried to collect himself. No need to tell the panther he’s scared. Nope. He’s got a dozen or so predators inside him too so he knows the first thing a hunter tries to find is a weakness. Once he knows Zac’s scared, he’d strike. And Antosha pouncing at him (literally or figuratively) is the last thing Zac wants.

After a couple of breaths, Zac’s finally regained his poker face. Smirking, he turned to Antosha and said, “You sure about that? ‘Cause I’m definitely not showing you anything, nor am I wearing a collar and a leash.”

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha chuckled, kicking his feet onto the edge of the desk while simultaneously closing the sketchpad on the easel. He didn't want to be tempted into drawing another equally disturbing portrait of his friend. The temptation to freak out the little Mouse was daunting and taking all his thought processes away. Ant really needed a distraction from the guy rolling all over his bed. Dear god it was annoying. "Alright stop rolling all over my fucking bed!" he finally yelled, picking up a fallen pillow to launch at the man-boy.

And then...

Ant grinned as Zac made to catch the pillow before it hit his 'perfect' nose. Let the boy catch it. He jumped out of his chair, across the few feet to his bed and landing on top of his new found friend. "I got you now, little Mouse." he chuckled darkly, nuzzling his friends neck. Yeah, nuzzling and all that fun stuff led to more well.. Fun stuff. Extremely fun stuff. Like nuclear hot fun stuff. Ant bit his friends neck before getting up-off him- and stood up.

And you know what he did then?
Well do you?
YOUR DAMN RIGHT HE DANCED!

[Zachary LaRousse]

Should Zac learn that Antosha considers him a friend, he’d laugh rather loudly. He’d chuckle with such a sinister tone that he’d probably be punched by the tall Russian boy for such an insulting remark. Personally, he doesn’t consider Antosha a ‘friend’. Or at least not a ‘friend’ in the normal sense (friends with benefits maybe?). Sure he does find conversation with the older guy easy (unless they’re not talking about him being laid and all) and he doesn’t look down on him too much as, well, despite looking like an outsider, he does excel in terms of powers and Antosha doesn’t really ruffle Zac’s place in the school. But still, the word ‘friend’ has so many tied meanings to the boy that he is quite reluctant to simply call anyone his ‘friend’ with such sincere intentions. (No worries though, as despite Zac’s denial, he is actually warming up to the guy more and more, especially because he’s been especially hospitable to such an uninvited guest).

He gave Antosha a friendly pat and ruffled his hair a bit before returning to the bed. “I bet you’d look a whole lot hotter in a collar and a leash,” said Zac, smirking. “Especially without anything on,” he added, leaning in to add the last part as a rather breathy whisper. Two can play at that game, he thought.

He had just sat down on the bed and was about to snuggle comfortably between the sheets when he saw a pillow fly, his face exactly on its trajectory. Thank goodness his reflexes were fast enough to catch it. What he didn’t notice is the huge guy following soon after.

“Hah! What a weak-“ He was cut midsentence as a huge guy suddenly flopped on top of him, Antosha’s landing making Zac grunt slightly. “Sh*t Vikenti, get off,” he said as he wiggled below the goth, trying so hard not to use his powers openly. Damn him for being so hospitable. Yup, Zac was mannered after all. His eyes grew wider as the Russian nuzzled on his neck, this time using his arms to push the boy’s shoulder off. “F*ck! What was that for?!” he shouted when Antosha suddenly bit him. God, is the panther in heat already? He rubbed his shoulder as Ant let go, hoping it wouldn’t mark.

When the thought the worse was over (that he’s not going to get raped apparently), boy was he in for a shock. He backed out to the headboard until he was somehow sitting up already, covering his eyes and face with pillows and his hands. “F*ck Vikenti, stop dancing. It’s nauseating. That is not how you do a strip tease.” (Zac definitely isn’t the type to swear, but apparently Antosha’s making him reveal a side he’s tried so hard to cover). He chuckled darkly, actually thinking twice before saying it, “I happen to be a master at that stuff and what you’re doing is a complete disgrace.”

True, he doesn’t want to get involved with the goth, but he’s been taking the lead far too long. Time to take the offensive, Zac thought.


ooc:
Sorry if it was a bit too long. D;. Just think of it as my Christmas gift to you Cookie. LOOL.^^. Merry Christmas! :3
- Jam
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[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha snorted, settling back into the chair after a few rather interesting pelvic thrusts-well painful looking was a better word for what they were. This rich little snort was annoying to say the least, but he provided interesting entertainment. And a face he would pester at school. Might as well make his senior year as amazing as possible.

"If your worried that it'll leave a mark, don't worry. It will." he said oh so helpfully, snapping his teeth at Mouse in a playful threat. Well, a promise not so much a threat. Ant had no quarms about leaving a mark on a minor, after all it's not as if he really did something to the guy. Right? "And that, little boy, was for screwing up my bed! And not sharing the fun."

Ant grinned evily(actually more of sneered but he was sticking with the fact this was his smile)and propped his feet up on his desk, and yes, even his toenails were painted black. "Excuse me, who said I was stripping, Master? If your so great, show me how it's done!" he chuckled darkly, picking at his nail polish without bothering to look up at this minot.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Stop it Vikenti, you’re making me barf,” cried Zac repeatedly, shielding his eyes with his arms, the pillows and even the blanket, just so he’d be spared the sight of Antosha doing the supposedly sensual pelvic thrust. Zac actually thinks Antosha’s torture is much, much worse than being hanged upside down and drowned periodically or being lashed fifty times at the back. Physical scars might be painful and would leave a mark, but would surely heal. The mental image Antosha implanted on Zac’s mind will haunt him forever and ever. Unless of course he heads over to Dr. Neville and ask him to delete that memory for him; sadly, he and the man aren’t really in good terms, particularly because of his behavior in Council meetings and in Hammel in general. So yeah, he’s doomed. He just hopes that thrusting Antosha wouldn’t get the idea and pop into one of Zac’s wet dreams. “What did I ever do to deserve such a treatment?”

He simply snarled at Antosha at the whole mark comment. But it was all his fault yet again. He knew Antosha was kinky, why did he leave his shoulder unguarded then. Canine accelerated healing was doing the trick, but he doubts the mark will disappear for another three or four days. “Damn you Vikenti,” he said as he rubbed the bite scar, “Thank goodness I just had a new line of scarves shipped. Do this to me in the summer and I’m sure as hell I’ll beat you up.”

For a second, Zac thought he miscalculated. So Antosha wasn’t going to do a strip tease after all? Oh wait, no. It took him quite some time before he realized that Antosha’s playing with him again, riding with the flow. Seems his plan got foiled by the darn cat once more. And while stopping and simply not doing it was tempting, he knows Antosha won’t let him hear the end of it once he chickens out (thank God for pride really [/sarcasm]).

And so he did. He got up and sat down on Antosha’s lap, hoping to take his attention away from his horrendous pedicure. He pulled his shirt over his head and into his nape and did a couple of body waves, making sure he gets as close to Antosha as possible without becoming ‘too dirty’. After about half a minute or so he stopped and held Antosha’s head close to him, whispering, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

He just hopes it’ll be enough to make the panther stop. Or not.


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Whee. I included a .GIF of the body wave, should Cookie (and Ant) need a clearer image of what Zachie just did (I kinda fail at describing motions and such.^^.). You can find the link in the lines describing the motion itself, or if you want, you can simply click here
- Jam

[Antosha Vikenti]

If Antosha knew what Zac had been thinking about his dancing, he would have laughed so hard his butt fell off. But since his butt is rather enjoyable to look at, and he's no telepath, Ant is left becoming increasingly bored by the rich boy's attitude. Sure, it was fun and all to be picky and vain but after awhile it just got so boring. Which left Ant feeling the urge to correct this boredom, and when he corrected this is was no fun for anyone. Except, of course, Antosha himself.

"Oh baby, don't beat me up- I just might like it too damn much!" he laughed, once again proving that he in fact was the boss here and could control how well this experience was going to be. After all, it wasn't like Zac was a virgin. If Zac was a virgin then Ant was fucking Pope. "Why Mouse... I feel insulted, of course I'm going to mark you during summer! How dare you think it any other way."

Antosha laughed, watching Zac and his little strip tease. It indeed was enjoyable but you see.. He wanted more. More on the floor, that is. "Oh Mouse, that was pitiful. Surely that isn't the best you can do?" He leaned up, grinning wickedly. "Come on, show me what you got little boy." He leaned back, fully expecting Zac to back off that little dare. After all, everyone knew Zac was all talk. No show. And Ant loved himself the show. So again, he wants to see more. On the floor. And hopefully, Zac, on his bed. But that was for later.

Right now he wanted to watch little mouse try to strip for him.