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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 2:37:09 GMT
my people MY RESPONSIBILITY The crack in his voice indicated just how nervous Isaiah was. Someone like this would not be able to commit a crime and then act normally around everyone else. Bellamy felt that such an individual, would carry too much guilt for his actions. There was something, innocent about the man before him. And hell, Bellamy found it to be quite endearing. The guardsman gave a nod when Isaiah questioned with disbelief about believing him.
He wanted the man to know that he wasn't under heavy suspicion. That this was just protocol and it was required to interview everyone. He felt even more relieved for Isaiah's sake, when he saw the tear roll down his cheek -- that at least if nothing else, Bellamy could provide the man with some comfort and reassurance. Maybe he wasn't supposed to say that he believed him. But he didn't regret admitting that to him. He watched Isaiah took a few steps back, sliding onto the ground and claiming that this was stupid. Bellamy stood watching for a few moments. He knew that the interview was officially over. That he should leave and move on. Yet, a part of him -- the more dominant part -- was reluctant to leave Isaiah in such a state of distress.
A state that Bellamy had caused him to be in. So, instead of departing, he walked toward Isaiah, and sat down on the ground next to him, his back against the wall, setting his tablet to his other side rather than between him and the farmer. "What is?" He asked. "The interview or the fact that someone stole something?" His tone was genuinely curious, but Bellamy also left out one of the answers being that Isaiah felt getting emotional or nervous was stupid. He didn't believe it was, and wanted Isaiah to know that he wasn't judging him for it.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 2:29:01 GMT
 Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy was of course encouraged by Jackson's involuntary actions and his words. Saying that it felt amazing. Offering himself. Bellamy would be lying if he said that he too wasn't aroused by all this. But it wasn't his sole purpose. He always had to have another motive; something to benefit the City of Light and obey ALIE. Besides, this would make Jackson feel better too. That was also important.
His tongue continued to probe him, slipping inside him for a moment, enjoying the taste and feel of him and allowing him to feel the wetness of his tongue. Not yet coaxing Jackson to come, he drew his tongue back, his hand ceasing motion on his cock and he moved to straddle Jackson, his knees on either side of him. "Is that what you want?" He asked him, lowering his head to kiss Jackson on the lips, pulling at his lower lip before moving his head back up, seating in an upright position on top of him. "Wouldn't you rather come inside of me?" His words were teasing, playful.
"Wouldn't you rather give yourself relief that way since I already have you worked up?" The same tone of playfulness dancing in his words. The unwavering smile didn't leave his lips, as he moved up over Jackson, and sank back down onto him, a heavy breath escaping the younger male at the sensation of having Jackson's cock pushed inside of him. "But if you want me to stop . . . " He raised himself up just a little bit, sinking back down once more, this time a little harder. His hands rested on Jackson's chest to help brace him. "Then I can." Another tease as he rocked a little over him with his member still firmly inside Bellamy.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 2:16:56 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT One moment Bellamy had a firm grip on the warrior, the next, he felt his head slam against his face. The powerful impact cause Bellamy to stagger back, his eyes instantly watering, clouding his and further impaired by the blood running out of his nose. The other guardsmen raised their weapons in preparation to shoot but then Bellamy heard it. His name. Very few people called him that. But it wasn't just the nickname, the was the voice. Bellamy recognized that voice. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his sight, his hand instinctively going to his nose where the red liquid continued to come out of it. But he had to see for himself. Farm station.
Bellamy felt his heard thudding in his chest. And when the mask came off . . . it was confirmed. There was no mistaking it, not even as the tears in his eyes started to subside enough that Bellamy could see woh it was. All he could do was stare in pure shock. "Bryan?" He questioned, thinking it was too good to be true. Bellamy had done so much. Lost so much. And here, was the man that he loved standing before him. "Oh my god," he breathed, still too shock to move. He didn't care about the air of confusion surrounding their people. Hell, he didn't even care about the blood anymore.
He fought the urge to run to him and wrap his arms around him, hold him, convince himself that this was real. But all he did was stare . . . only moving when a cloth was passed to him which he took without breaking his eye contact from the younger male, reaching out to put it on over his nose and wipe the blood. What did he say? What could he say? "I thought I'd never see you again." Words that he hadn't really over thought, but once that he meant whole heartedly. The fear of not seeing him. Or never getting the chance to explain. Or even tell him that he loved him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 23:49:19 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy couldn't decide if it was for the better or worse that they not have breakfast together. He wanted to spend the time with Jackson, but maybe a bit of space was good too. He hated that it had come to this; a point where they weren't even entirely sure what they would say to each other. "Alright," Bellamy said, avoiding eye contact as he picked up the rest of his clothes, quickly putting away his other ones in their designated spot. "Guess I'll see you later then?" He both asked and said, unsure if Jackson would still be in here when Bellamy was done in the shower.
Part of him wanted to ask his partner to join him, the other part of him was aware that this couldn't just go away with physical intimacy. With that, he went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He leaned his back against it, closing his eyes as he clenched his jaw with the frustration in himself that he let it get to this point of strain. He proceeded to remove his clothes, taking a quick shower and then freshening up. By the time he was dressed and back in their room, Jackson was gone.
Bellamy had to suppress a sigh, gathering his clothes that he would have to take to laundry and then would pick them up tomorrow. His stop there was quick, as he was then suddenly informed of a mission. Bellamy of course accepted it, but there was hardly any time before he was rushed out of Arkadia with only a couple other men, briefed on what was going on the way there. It was a good distraction and he knew he needed to stay focused . . . but the fight with his partner was not far from his mind. And he knew it would be that way until everything was resolved.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 23:30:35 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy had been forced back to Arkadia. His leg was fine, but he still was not permitted to go to the summit. Instead, he was tasked with going to retrieve the rest of the people from Farm Station. While Bellamy thought he should go to Polis, he couldn't help but also feel compelled to comply with these orders . . . for very personal reasons. And that involved a certain other male. Prior to coming on the ground, he had been in a relationship with someone. The time they had gotten together, was an incredibly dark and difficult time in Bellamy's life, and he had heavily relied on his partner on ways that he never permitted himself to before.
But one offer had changed his life. And without a word, he had shot the Chancellor and snuck onto the dropship. The next step, had been cutting communications. Everything Bellamy did, he did so with Bryan in mind, but not with priority. It had been utterly selfish, and when the culling happened . . . he couldn't help but wonder and fear if Bryan had been among those died. When the rest of the Ark came down,
Bellamy still remembered being brought back in cuffs, his eyes eagerly looking for any sign of his boyfriend. But farm had remained unfound. For months they searched but now . . . they had found them. Bellamy didn't even have a chance to speak to Pike at length. They had been given the coordinates and would meet the former earth skill's teacher at their base. Taking the Rover to carry whatever supplies they had, they got to the point where they needed to move the rest of the way on foot. Getting out, Bellamy was followed by a few other guardsman. It was the masked figures in the near distance that caused Bellamy to immediately raise his weapon and aim.
He motioned for the others to take position as he quietly approached the few people. Bellamy had just had an encounter with Azgeda where the ceasefire was broken. There would be no hesitation to kill them if they proved to be a threat. Besides, having crossed the army clad as one also gave him a strong familiarity with their attire. But not wanting to needlessly murder, when Bellamy was close enough to one of the Azgeda warriors, he lunged forward, grabbing the shorter male from behind as his arm locked him around his thraot. "Get their weapons!" He ordered, the other guardsman now joining the scene to gain the advantage of surprise.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 3:16:52 GMT
my people MY RESPONSIBILITY Bellamy could see that Isaiah was really struggling. And that it was intensifying. Getting worse with each question. He answered that it was informal assistance, which menat that who had access to which area wasn't exactly telling enough. There was a bit more liberty to move between the different sections. "Until someone starts stealing," Bellamy stated. The fredom to move between them wasn't bad, but he wondered whether it was done within reason or whether it was uncontrolled. He would have to look into it. But he wasn't sure whether asking Isaiah more was such a good idea.
The guy looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown, and Bellamy certainly didn't want to be the cause of it. Even though this was his job. It wasn't as if he enjoyed making people upset. Isaiah's reaction to his question told Bellamy alll he needed to know. There was no way this guy was capable of this. Nor was he faking it. As Bellamy previously established, he trusted his instincts. Lowering the tablet completely he looked at Isaiah, silently deciding that the interview was over for the most part. So he took a couple steps toward him and put his hand on the man's shoulder.
"Hey," Bellamy said in a voice meant to be calming. "I believe you," he told him sincerely, locking his eyes onto Isaiah so that he could see the truth behind his words. Slowly, his guard was slipping from duty, to just being in the presence of a guy he had upset. There was a difference. The latter tapped into his more sensitive side. One that made him want to repair whatever damage the interrogation had seemed to cause. One that made him want to stay in Isaiah's company until he was assured that the male was alright. "You sure you don't want to sit down? Cause I don't have any more questions and well, you look like you could use a break," Bellamy said teasingly, offering a small smile to him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 2:47:58 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT With the chip, there was no pain. Not even the kind that mixed well with pleasure. Bellamy could have encouraged Jackson to pull harder if he felt the need to. Nothing bad would be felt. Only the good. And Bellamy as quite enjoying that uncommon feeling. One that he never had to release himself of. One he could hold on to forever. Jackson's question touched Bellamy's ears, though did not cease his motions. He moved further and further down, accommodating all of Jackson's impressive length into his mouth.
And then as slowly as he had took him in, he started to pull out, dragging his tongue along it, wetting it as best as he could. When he eventually released with a wet pop, he looked at Jackson smiling. He took in the sight of his smile. How well it suited him. How rare of a sight it was. Bellamy used to be like that once. But not anymore. Never again. "A good kind of torture," he teased, his eyes still locked onto Jackson. And keeping them on the medic's face, he swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock before speaking again.
"I like to see you smile," he told him. "I want to see more of it," he added on. He lowered his head to Jackson's opening, kissing it for a moment. "What can I do to see you smile more?" His words were both a tease, and a genuine question. As if wanting to hear some response. Some acknowledgement of the infrequency of his smile . . . so that he could convince him of what would help him do it more. To ensure he didn't look that flood of pleasure or need, Bellamy's tongue lapped over Jackson's entrance, his hand starting to glide up and down his cock to give it some attention, each stroke long but not as slow as his mouth had been.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 2:36:05 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT There was something so beautiful about this moment. Bellamy knew it was the combination of the baby and their exchanged I Love Yous. It made him want to savor the night, the intimacy. But at the same time, his physical dive tended to trump any hope of slowing things down. Her own actions and sounds fueling his, as he built the momentum. His hand continuing to gently squeeze her breast, each arch of her back allowing her to press more against him . . . and the pleasure spot within her receiving ample attention with each purposeful thrust.
Bellamy's breathing grew a little more strained, inhalation and exhalation shorter, faster, breathy grunts as each push of his hips became more focused and need driven. He could feel himself throb within her and it only do a few more particularly strong and deep thrusts, and one final groan, until he released inside of her. The impact of his orgasm so strong that he felt everything spin around him.
He made sure she too reached that peak of ecstasy before he ceased his motions, though did not pull out of her right away. His hand released her breast, falling limply to the side. His shoulders relaxed, his head falling against the crook of her neck as he breathed heavily above her, bracing his weight a little above her so not to crush her. He kissed along her neck, still working on catching his breath, but trailed up to her ear where he whispered the words that made this all even more incredible. "I love you."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 2:26:17 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy's breathing became more rapid, his chest rising and falling, groans and sounds of intense pleasure escaping him as Roma worked over him. Her lips parted from his cock too soon, but she quickly put it back to use, sucking on the sac of skin behind it. The sensation of her mouth, leaving a wet trail in its path was incredible. It made his hands grip her head tighter, feeling himself throb, signalling he was close and her words were even more of a turn on.
He was trying to control himself, trying to compose himself, but it always seemed so damn impossible to do that with Roma. She had a way of making him lose all sense. And yet here she was, asking hmi questions that seemed to demand an answer. He opened his eyes which were glossed over with need and pleasure both. Perhaps more the former than the latter, because he needed her mouth on him. But what she offered also sounded pretty tempting, especially considering his previous desire to make her come as many times as he could tonight. "I want to come inside of you," he told her, knowing that could mean two ways. He pulled her up and fervently kissed her, letting his aching need and maddening desire pour out into the embrace. His hands went to the cheeks of her ass, giving them a slight squeeze in encouragement to straddle him and let him enter her, before he flipped her over and took control again.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 2:25:55 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Kyle questioned what he was wearing and it took Bellamy a second to consider what he meant. But then he realized. His glasses. Bellamy didn't often wear them in front of people. Not that he was ashamed. But because it wasn't really necessary. He didn't often study with other people, or need to read things for extended periods of time in public. Kyle was teasing him, but Bellamy was hardly offended. He just rolled his eyes, his hand making a motion as if to say 'keep going'.
"Go on. Get it out of your system," he said with a hint of sarcasm, though he wasn't at all mad or offended by his friend's remarks. He knew Wick well enough to understand his humor. But that didn't stop him from offering his own sarcastic replies. But then suddenly he stated that he wasn't too young for him. Bellamy raised his brow a little bit. Wait. What? The transition from that to this was . . . interesting.
And he wasn't sure what direction Kyle was taking this conversation in. He was asking him about something and then suggesting school boy fantasies and . . . spanking. It was all too much and causing Bellamy to remain silent -- almost speechless. But Wick's talk finally ended on a kiss. One that made Bellamy close his eyes at the sudden sensation. It wasn't the first time he had felt the touch of Kyle's lips on his own.
It was just incredibly unexpected as it was not the purpose of coming here . . . but at the same time, didn't mean that they couldn't. Bellamy eased out of it, slowly opened his framed eyes to look at Kyle, his lips hardly apart from own. "We're never gonna get any studying done," he stated, leaning back in to kiss him, only this time deeper, more fervent.
His hand went to the back of Kyle's head, fingers gripping his locks without hurting him. "And just to be clear," he spoke against his lips. "I'm not going to spank you." A tease, knowing that Wick wouldn't 'hush' just because he told him to and thus, Bellamy wasn't going to fulfill the suggested punishment. With those words, his lips hungrily returned to his friends, already reaching down for his shirt to pull it over his head.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 1:38:13 GMT
my people MY RESPONSIBILITY Bellamy listened to Isaiah's answer, jotting down six months before wiping it off and then replacing it with a year, though not before pausing and looking at the male with a slightly raised eyebrow. He was starting to panic. Or lose confidence. Something, as evidenced in his next response. Bellamy just looked at him as he talked, taking in the answers of how they ere not meant to have access to other sections. But sometimes when needed, they would help. It made sense.
They had limited citizens in Mount Weather, so they often had to help each other out. Which built a great community within the walls. Bellamy's memory of the Ark was incredibly vague, but he did remember the fear of the laws. Walking on eggshells. One small slip and you could get floated for it. President Wallace wasn't like that, and being here felt more at ease. Though, that in no way meant Bellamy didn't think of or miss his family.
He did. Emphatically. "So those people are authorized to help in sections that require it, or is it informal?" He inquired. With how Isaiah was reacting, Bellamy was trusting his gut more and more that the guy didn't do it. He didn't seem capable of it, unless this was all an act. But, judging from the expression on his face, that was unlikely. Bellamy then lowered the tablet in his hand, just looking at the farmer for a few moments before bluntly and casually asking him: "Did you do it?"
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 1:25:32 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy waited until he felt her thrust up, a non verbal sign of showing him that she was ready for movement. Bellamy didn't need to wait any longer. He slowly began to thrust inside of her, ensuring to be careful and steady in each push of his hips as he went deeper into her heat. Her moans were music to his ears, serving as encouragement as he returned a groan of pleasure, sending a vibration through the kiss. He eased out of the embrace, though his lips were hardly separated from her own, quiet breaths escaping him as he continued to build a steady rhythm of each thrust.
His forehead was against hers, wanting to open his eyes so he could see the expression on her face but was too overwhelmed with all she was making him feel in such moments. The glorious feeling of being one with her body, heightened by the fact that they had made a life by this. That their love had done that. Bellamy's hand went to her breast, gently cupping it and massaging it in the palm of his hand, went to fill it with the warmth of her body. He started to slightly pick up the pace, ensuring to hit that one spot with each thrust inside of her to maximize the pleasure she allowed him to give her.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 1:25:17 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Mood to play. Now that just further strengthened Bellamy's intrigue. He smiled at her teasing words, the expression having been more easy to form ever since they formed a comitted relationship. Bellamy had grown to love her. She had a good heart, and there was something about her that always had Bellamy going back to her. That left him constantly needing her. On the Ark, he had equated it to the physical need she gave him. Here on the ground . . . it had been something more. And now, he was in love with her. When she pushed him onto his back, he complied with her efforts, and lay there, watching her as the smile remained on his lips.
"I guess it's only fair since I got to show you," he said playfully, pertaining to her words about wanting to show him much she missed him. When she moved to open his pants and push them down, Bellamy felt the immediate relief of the lacking restraints over his aching cock. He kicked off his shoes and used his feet to pull down the rest of his pants, kicking them off as well. He watched her through heavily lidded eyes, glossed over with need and desire . . . anticipation for what she was about to do. The moment her lips touched him, his head fell back against the bed, squeezing his eyes shut as he let out a strained groan of pleasured. His hands went to the back of her head, tangling into her hair as she began to suck him. His hips instinctively jerked upward, slightly thrusting into her mouth because he needed more. And he knew she would give it to him . . . hopefully.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 1:24:46 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy was appreciative of Wick's attempt to find him someone but . . . he didn't need that. He also knew that Wick wasn't entirely aware of Bellamy's circumstances -- no one was. So it made sense that he thought the way he did. "What's too young for you?" Bellamy asked, only half rhetorically as there was genuine curiosity in his words. Wick moved to the couch and started talking about one thing or another. Bellamy wasn't really paying attention. The man liked to talk. And well, Bellamy didn't mind it. Wick was an excellent distraction from the stresses of his life . . . but furthermore, he was a good guy. Harmless. Instead, he rummaged around his bag, making sure he pulled out the text book he needed and the notes that went with it.
"If I have to arrest you, I'll be sure to gag you first," Bellamy joked, obviously not meaning it. Wick was a fairly law abiding kind of guy. Apart from the time he had saved him from getting caught stealing. Something that Bellamy could never truly thank him for. When he had most contents from his bag, he only needed one more thing. Reaching into the side pocket he opened up the small holder and took out his glasses, popping them on before tossing the case back in his bag. He rose to his feet and looked at Wick. "Where's your work?" He asked him, knowing that Bellamy would be more likely to study if Wick was doing his work as well.
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