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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. 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."
Oct. 8th, 2012 11:44 am (UTC)
Descole makes a broken noise at the further proof of Layton's...d-dislike of him...
You wont find it here
He backs away until he's standing against the window.
No, I wont. Not anymore."
With one last look of ambivalence at Layton, he turns and, with practiced ease, jumps out of the window.
Oct. 10th, 2012 04:34 am (UTC)
:( sad! Poor Descole?
Layton lets out a loud sigh and sits there for some time, leaning back against the wall, panting softly as the panic of the situation attempts to subside.
Layton numbly draws his pants up, still flushed with unwelcome excitement, and makes the smallest of sobs as he draws his knees up so he can rest his head against them, covering his eyes, trying to block out all manner of attempts at logical thought. landoclairelukeallgoneallgonejust- Layton digs his fingernails tightly into his knees as he shudders again, tries even harder to push aside all of his concerns and misconceptions and unhappiness. He lets out another small sob, normally he would have to keep in check for Luke, but now Luke has even been taken away from him and-
I miss him.
After a long time he finally stands gingerly up, takes a final baleful look around his empty, empty apartment, and looks fixedly at the ground in shame as he moves to his bedroom to erase all the tension and discomfort his unwelcome intruder has caused.


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