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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 ~♥


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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