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[faiththatfuelsu]

Confession
1. The act or process of confessing.
2. The act or process of admitting to something.
3.Something confessed, especially disclosure of one's sins to a priest for absolution.
4. A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt, made by one who has been accused or charged with an offense.

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[a_fatalist]

I would fuck you, Hunter or no. But you've got suuuuuch a stick up that ass. [and wouldn't you rather have his dick, Dean? Hmmm?]

[samefivealbums]

That's equally flattering and very creepy for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is... who the hell are you, anyway?

Also, dude, I am the un-stick-iest guy I know.

[a_fatalist]

Hm, well to answer the first question: [bares fangs briefly] And, the other: yeah, right. I mean, I thought Stefan had issues? You could give my baby brother a run for his money. You're quite the Mr. Happy. Not.

[samefivealbums]

Yeah, sorry, I only bang the living.

[a_fatalist]

That's discrimination. [a slow smirk] Your brother seems more easygoing on that, oddly.

[samefivealbums]

I'm comfortable with being discriminatory in this case. And my brother's none of your business.

[a_fatalist]

Hm... don't know what you're missing. [ooh. Touchy, are we? He stands in front of him abruptly, speed gathering him the small space across,

He's tall, he observes, their height matching well. He raises his mouth as if to kiss him] C'mon... you gotta be curious there, Hunter. And, I never disappoint.

Oh, and... before you think to attack? I'm not like any vampire you know. [he's faster, stronger, more durable...] So.. [he leans in some more] What do you say?

[samefivealbums]

[He leans back out of kiss range, eyeing the vampire warily.] Yeaaaaah, I'm still gonna go with 'no'. I try not to take anyone to bed who might wind up eating me while I sleep. It's a habit of mine.

[a_fatalist]

Contrary to popular belief, we don't need to kill to feed... and - [in. your. space again.] It'd be a waste to kill you.

[samefivealbums]

Yeah, Sparky, but you have to bite to feed and that still doesn't work for me. [Takes another step back. Brave =/= stupid.] What gives? I thought ever since Twilight, you vamps were getting all the tail you could handle. Isn't there someone swooning for you somewhere?

[a_fatalist]

So, I won't bite. [ooh, wrong thing to say, Dean. He grips his neck, pushing him as if to shove to the wall] Think, before you talk. You may be hot, Hunter... but I have a short spark.

[samefivealbums]

I guess if you kill me, we'll find out if you draw the line at fucking corpses, too. [He's not really fond of the hand at his throat, but there's not much he can do about it except take another step back and hello wall. Son of a bitch.]

[a_fatalist]

Gonna fuck you. [smirks] Not kill. [he presses his hips to his proprietively] Mm..

[samefivealbums]

Ooookay, creepy, that's enough. Don't make me get the rape whistle. [Pushes on his chest with the hand not clutching the arm at his throat, testing. Hopeful.]

[a_fatalist]

Aww, that's cute. You assuming.. [his grip tightens] I'd let you even scream if it isn't my name. [he leans in, kisses him roughly]

[samefivealbums]

[The sudden lack of air freaks him right the hell out and he struggles hard. Of all the days to not have a machete handy. He's got Holy Water, though, which he pulls out and splashes on the vamp, hoping for the best. He's trying really hard not to think about the kissing.]