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After being informed by my faithful butler Raymond that my ultimate goal (which is to sleep with every single person in whatever the hell the country I live in is), quite a difficult feat, would be made easier if I were to meet people over the internet so I can hack into their personal information and find out where they live I agreed with his theory and here I am now.

la introduction.
I am Jean Descole an artistic man of science (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!) I am a very experienced whore archeologist and inventor and a french gentleman. And when I say gentleman I do not mean the mockery (that I shat my pants! :D) that batard Layton put on the word, I am a real gentleman.
I would write more but I am currently rather...indisposed.

I look forward to vous vissage becoming acquainted ~♥


Sep. 26th, 2012 12:35 pm (UTC)
Layton's unease shifts as Descole's mirth increases, for once entirely uncomfortable with the situation, which he can see no logical way out of or way to avoid the repercussions. He tenses as Descole circles him, eyes narrowing at the mention of slave. This is certainly not the direction he was hoping for - he was hoping for resolution, not tense continuation, especially considering the direction Descole seems to intend to take with him...
His breath quickens imperceptibly as Descole closes in on him, now visibly uncomfortable (skin-crawlingly so) and disgusted by Descole's mere implication, and perhaps even very, very dully interested, although he would barely even acknowledge why. He'll back away as much as he can, reluctant to escape the situation entirely because he knows he has to give whatever Descole requests unless he wants further fuss.
Layton is also incredibly uncomfortable about Descole's change in intent. Normally he's arguably a few shades of Asexual; he tends to focus more on the individual attraction rather than a general one, and he's too emotionally immature and shy to consider anything else, particularly as he is so uncomfortable with his own feelings and emotions anyway - so anything of this nature would scare him somewhat.
Sep. 28th, 2012 01:54 pm (UTC)
"Hmm..." He pauses, pursing his lips. "No this wont do. You'll have to take your shirt off." He peers at him expectantly. "Well? What are you waiting for? Take it off." His voice takes on a more menacing tone.
"You hardly have a choice."
Sep. 29th, 2012 05:04 am (UTC)
((Well day-um!)
Back when he was in school, parents constantly moving everywhere until they finally settled in Steviano/Stanbury and Layton constantly being the new, awkward, quiet kid with no motivation to do anything at all, he was pushed around and made to feel uncomfortable quite often, not least with Lando - although he was happy to be bossed around and forced to play along for him, appreciative for the attention of someone far more outgoing than himself. Even nowadays he is used to deferring to those that demand power, although his sense of justice has saved him from ever being a complete pushover to the point of regret (well, except maybe with Luke, although that's hardly Luke's fault).
But now
Well, this is something else entirely...
Layton doesn't even acknowledge Descole's first request, blithely stunned as he attempts to piece together what Descole has requested, something so abhorrent, lewd - he stares back at Descole in confused discomfort - perhaps he imagined it-
but no, Descole is menacing, insistent. He shrinks backward.
"You-" He takes in a sharp breath, willing himself to calm. "You can't honestly-"
But Descole cuts him off, reminding him cuttingly of the commitment he has made, the commitment he has had to make because of Layton's own wretched immorality.

Layton falters, willing himself to take action, just be brave and do it. Descole's masked intense gaze just makes him even more uncomfortable, and he blushes unhappily as he slowly, awkwardly and stiffly reaches to comply with Descole's mirthful request. He closes his eyes, grimacing, as he sheds his jacket and shirt, cagey and embarrassed. They fall to the floor with a nervous shudder.

When he has finished he stands there awkwardly, fingers knotting the shirt he holds close to himself in discomfort, looking down at the ground in nigh-crippling shame, and says nothing at all.
Sep. 29th, 2012 04:33 pm (UTC)
As Layton's stunned awkwardness increases so does Descole's mirth. As he takes his shirt off Descole starts to chuckle softly.
"Oh my." He laughs. "I really can make you do anything." He seems to only have just realized the potentials behind this.
He inspects Layton hungrily, before placing his hand on Layton's chest. "Very nice." He says almost wistfully.
He slinks closer to Layton, leaning forward so his head is almost against Layton's cheek.
I assume Layton tries to dodge this, whether a slight automatic reaction, or trying to step out of his way.
Momentarily Descole draws back to give him a death glare because of this, before getting even closer to Layton, trailing his fingers down his chest and generally not being able to keep his hands off him.
"Don't move" he says flatly. "I need to teach you to obey me, to make sure you're completely aware of exactly what choices you have. Do you think you can do that?"
Sep. 30th, 2012 12:19 pm (UTC)
Descole's laughter fills Layton with futher shame, his emphasis on 'anything' filling Layton with almost-nervous dread. He has gotten past the point of worry, he is now settled firmly into numb discomfort and horror. There is nothing he can do. He can't do anything or Descole will expose his relationship, who he really is. If that happens he will die, Luke will be- he's not even sure what would happen to Luke but he wishes no unpleasantness upon him. There is nothing he can do.
Layton shudders as Descole touches him, looking back up at him with distinct unease, rigid and unhappy, blushing with embarassed unhappiness. He's not used to such lewd behaviour, Descole's predatory stare promising far more uncomfortable things - well, in any case, he feels he isn't. What he got up to with Claire, and especially with Luke - is far different to him than how he feels about this situation. He shrinks back when Descole moves forward to press against him - it is almost a subconscious reaction, revolted, afraid and humiliated.
This increases as Descole glares threateningly at him, before setting about making him even more uncomfortable. Layton shivers and his breath quickens slightly as he presses himself as far back against the wall as he can, faint blush spreading across his face as Descole's incessant touching begins to stir a further discomfort in his treacherous body. His voice is thick with shame as he protests: "Descole, Please do-"
But Descole cuts him off with a further threat, dominant and overwhelming. Layton stares back at the cold, impassive mask, brow furrowing in pained concern, but says nothing. He turns his gaze back down to the floor, frowning, before dipping his head into a nod of affirmation.
Sep. 30th, 2012 02:03 pm (UTC)
Descole's vindictive amusement increases as Layton's discomfort does. Currently he isn't thinking of Layton as his 'Fessah' he's thinking of him as his rival, Professor Layton, the past Layton. So he treats Layton like any one of his conquests, albeit a special one. He smirks at Layton's (forced) submissiveness, probably rather turned on by it.
"Sorry? What was that? I didn't quite catch it." He sticks his face right into Laytons (like Lando)
"Say it, you're mine."
*I'm guessing layton does. I'm psychic haha!*
"Good." He purrs into his ear. " You're learning."
Then there's a change in him, his expression (from what you can tell) changes, he zones out.
"God I've missed you..." He murmurs.
He draws back, confused with himself, before scowling, and returning his administrations to Layton.
He licks Laytons neck ((Haha! Said I'd put it in ;))
And sticks his hand down his pants.

Oct. 1st, 2012 04:12 am (UTC)
Descole taunts him with malicious glee, and Layton flinches with further shame, Descole's demand slithering uncomfortable embarassment through his very core. He pauses, wishing this would stop, that descole would just go away - but he does not, and his expectancy becomes more volatile as the time passes. Layton shudders once more, and - burning with miserable shame - he closes his eyes tightly and relents in a small, almost uneven tone. "Yes... I'm... Yours."
Descole seems pleased, purrs approval in his ear as discomfort settles even further into Layton's very core, and Layton arches further back against the wall. Descole's momentary burst of reminiscent distraction gives Layton a moment of respite, and he shudders once more at the terrible, terrible mistake he has made in getting snared in descole's web of mirthful control. Just a little longer, he'll get bored with you and then he'll thisleave, it can't last forever, althisl puzzles have a solution; in fact, this surely has some kind of parallel - what was that one that student sent, the one with the rope snare and the unknottable knot? Focus on that, focus-
Descole's tongue is against his neck and Layton loses his forced distraction, trembling in shock and something else entirely. Luke. He shudders and arches backwards, away from his aggressor, but not quite. I miss him.
But then Descole takes a turn for the worse. Layton gasps with a tinge of longing and a very definite of horrified disgust, reeling backwards and ignoring his vow of compliance as he tries to push him away.
Oct. 1st, 2012 04:03 pm (UTC)
Layton pushes Descole away, and Descole growls angrily, spitting "You promised Fessah!" and slaps his arms away.
Then he realizes what he just said. No! I can't think of him, he's not him, he's just a taste of what's to come, something to fill the time before Fessah comes b-back! He's just that b-bastard that hinders my plans.
Agitated, he pauses with hand frozen in mid air. If Layton takes this chance to escape Descole does a leg sweep on him, which knocks him to the ground, if he doesn't then he just forces him to the ground.
After which he straddles him, his hands holding him down by his shoulders.
Then realization hits him.
OH MY GOD I just called him Fessah, he can't find out, he can't find out! How many hints have I dropped accidentally already? The Professors intelligent, I can't let him work it out! If he found out who I actually was...It can't be allowed to happen. Me being here has already fucked up the different periods of time, if I interfered too much with something that may affect me... Who knows what could happen! I have to set this right, give him no opportunity to think about who I really am!
He'd sat frozen throughout this internal monologue, his fingers digging further into Layton's shoulders the more anxious he got. He reached his conclusion on his plan of action, and with a hiss of impatience set to it.
He got off him momentarily, but Layton's luck was short lived, because now descole was tugging at Layton's pants trying to get them off...
Oct. 2nd, 2012 11:30 am (UTC)
Layton stares at Descole blankly, momentarily stunned by the odd phrasing. How odd... Descole, however, seems even more distracted, so Layton takes his chance and weaves away from him - and is sent toppling over painfully as Descole snaps out of his reverie and does a leg sweep on him, clearly decking him and momentarily throwing him into a daze - which halts as Descole straddles him. No- "N-now really!" Layton tries to struggle, especially as Descole sits there, digging his fingers deeper and deeper into his shoulders - but it only makes matters worse. Instead he decides to still his movements and turn his consideration inwards. Perhaps if he waits, Descole will absorb himself into his own world again and he may try to escape again... Wait a moment, what was it that he had been saying? Fessah... what an odd way to phrase that... the only person he knows is-
And then suddenly Descole gets off from him. Layton jolts out of his musings and tries to move quickly away, but Descole presses him down once more and attempts to force his pants off. no no no no NO
"No, Descole-" Layton snaps, arching away and trying his best to pull away from him, panic coursing through him. He's never been this terrified in his life, save for the time that he caused his best friend to be swallowed by an abyss, or ran to a city laboratory and saw wreckage strewn three miles away. "Please!"
Oct. 2nd, 2012 05:25 pm (UTC)
Descole feels a savage satisfaction at Layton's panicked reaction, as well as relief at having successfully distracting Layton. "Save your pleading, you'll need it soon."
He stops attacking Layton's pants to hold him down once more, pushing him down sharply so his head thunks against the ground as 'discipline'.
"And I thought I told you to stay still." he snaps. "Remember what's in store." He whispers as he as he slides his hand down Layton's chest, down his stomach... "Your precious boy, what will happen to him when your dead and everyone knows exactly why..."
He bends down to kiss him, his mouth moving against Layton's lips, his hand moving against Layton's, well...
He's pleased with how he's managed to distract Layton, and himself. He's even managed to think of Layton as just another conquest. At this moment, things are going well for Descole.
Oct. 3rd, 2012 01:42 pm (UTC)
Layton stills as Layton presses him down, slightly dazed as Descole slams him onto the ground, rattling him. He regains sense enough to focus on Descole's words, focusing even further on his threats, words cutting him to the quick. Luke. Descole could do far, far worse. No. If Descole were to expose them, then- Layton would be gone, and Luke- There is hardly any way to consider what would happen to Luke. He shudders, tries to speak and can't; just stares, focuses with sad eyes up at Descole's impassive, leering face. He tries to move again, bodily arch away from him- but stops, resigned and almost- almost trembling, flinching as Descole bends down, hand darting downward and- and now Layton does arch, sucking in a deep breath even as Descole claims his lips in his own in horror and a sharp jolt of desire, try to arch, arch away from Descole's touch and trying to stop, stop, stop just think, focus-
Layton shudders again and arches almost into Descole's hand, breath hitching in his throat as he tries to just let Descole get over whatever it is he wants so desperately to do- and yet he can't quite focus. Luke. Layton shivers in memory and closes his eyes tightly. Oh, I miss him/.
Oct. 5th, 2012 03:20 pm (UTC)
((How ironic this all is))

Layton seems to be attempting to ignore Descole, looking as if he's trying desperately to wish himself out of the situation. This hurts Descole, but he shows it with an irritated "What, pretending you aren't enjoying this? I think otherwise. Your body betrays you. But-" He draws in an anguished breath. "-why, why don't you like me? Why isn't it the same?"

((So Layton's reaction, and then Descole can run off? Sound good?))
Oct. 7th, 2012 11:09 am (UTC)
((indeed it is!))

Layton is now trembling, arching and panting softly with his eyes drawn tightly shut - his mind isn't happy to be in this situation, but his body certainly is; hardly prone to such bouts and being largely affected by trying to focus on Luke. He flinches uncomfortably as Descole tries to goad him, blushing in further embarrassment and wishing desperately to be free from this forceful, vengeful creature.
He opens his eyes to stare up at Descole as his nature shifts once more, half-lidded and hazy with overwhelming discomfort (and something else, of course).
"Th-the same as what?" Layton finally forces out.
Oct. 7th, 2012 02:06 pm (UTC)
Descole does a surprised, angry gasp, then flicks his hand out to slap Layton across the face.
"What does it matter to you? You can shut up. You're lucky I haven't gagged and bound you, so d-don't question m-me!"
His voice grows more desperate, he's trying so hard to not think of him as Fessah not to think about Fessah at all, but it's no use.
He gets progressively more upset, thinking how wrong this is, Fessah shouldn't have to be coerced and blackmailed into a pretense of affection ((ha.ha))
"It's n-no use. This isn't right you d-don't care it's not-it's not the same."
At this revelation, Descole stops all movement, stands up and backs away, towards the window.
Oct. 7th, 2012 10:57 pm (UTC)
Layton flinches as Descole strikes him and instinctively shrinks backward. He merely stares up at Descole unhappily as the younger man begins to rage, desperately trying to force himself to calm, not buck into his tightening, hateful touch.
Suddenly Descole snaps, and pulls back from Layton, who is genuinely surprised - but quickly curls inward protectively, drawing his legs up.
Descole backs away in something that Layton can only assume is some kind of dismay, and Layton apes this. He is clearly mad, absolutely mad and volatile and- and this frightens Layton. He shivers at the sudden cool and watches Descole's erratic movements with trepidation, finally murmuring in almost-pity: "I am sorry you cannot find what it is you want, Descole." He sighs again. "But you won't find it here either."
(no subject) - trollscole - Oct. 8th, 2012 11:44 am (UTC) - Expand
:( sad! Poor Descole? - tealala - Oct. 10th, 2012 04:34 am (UTC) - Expand


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