We're starving over here. [KOKO]

[valor chessaire]

Seventy-two hours. It came to pass that, within the past seventy-two hours of non-stop dancing, flirting, tagging, nipping, and even a bit of stuffing, the twenty-two- (and some-odd months) year-old had done what few of his kind ever did. He hadn't attacked someone. He hadn't torn his teeth into something raw, fleshy, and bleeding. Was it difficult? Of course it had been. Hell, in his three days of weaving in and out of nightclubs, bars, and apartments, he hadn't even poked a single hole into someone's supple skin. And the man had to admit, he had talent. Not just any shark-toothed man could accomplish what he had fared in the long span that he had been.. faring. Certainly, he had accidentally scratched the length of a man once or twice in the past. Perhaps he had scared one or two women away by flashing one of his dashing smiles.

What could be done to avoid such fishy situations? It was simple, really. Shut your mouth. Smirk, don't grin. And remember, never talk. Send them a drink, smooth a strand of hair behind your ear, and then wink. And when giving satisfying a victim, always let your jaw hang slack.

[kohaku lebara]

It wasn't often Kohaku found himself in places like these - clubs - but whenever he was, it was never for his own fun. It was always to be a driver or simply pay a tab. Which the latter was his job tonight. With a sigh and a drawn out apology, he paid off the owned money to the irritated man behind the bar and hustled his friend to the called cab - and that was when he saw him. His faithful partner.

Once the man was set away in his cab, Kohaku made quick work over to the gijinka's side and the flat of his hand made a hard swipe at the back of the youth's head. He had no intention of harming him, of course, but chocking on his drink was a hopeful result. Before the other could turn, Kohaku made his presence clear - if his greeting wasn't warning enough. "...Children should be in bed at this hour"

[valor chessaire]

One sip of Chivas Regal Royal, on ice of course, had made it's way down the blonde's throat, leaving a trail of warmth to burn at his stomach. The taste was not particularly pleasant, but he received an odd sense of comfort in the poison's kick. Also, sipping at an expensive glass of alcohol was a great way to flirt from across the bar. Of course, the silly act did not show that he was wonderful in bed. It didn't point out the size of his fingers or the enormous shoes that fit around his nicely sized feet. The only real temptation behind an expensive glass containing an expensive beverage was the leverage that money had over most people. Did he really care to inform an ogling, busty brunette his plan to leave without paying a tab under a false identity? Certainly not. For the time being, she could simply imagine that Valor's pocket was packed with cash. He was, after all, dawning a name brand, pin-striped blazer, tailored to fit form around his arms and shoulders. His tie matched to the perfect shade of red, and the handkerchief tucked neatly in his pocket was monogrammed in the most beautiful of silks. Did anyone else need to know how he'd come about with the money to afford something so lavish? Absolutely not.

With another sip, grin, and wink, he felt another's hand hit the back of his head, making his drink falter and spill, his teeth grinding down to pierce his own lip, bloodying it ever-so-slightly.

"Agh! Do you even know how much this damned suit cost me--" he belted, screaming in a quickly built anger before even noticing his assailant, "I ought to eat you alive, you... " Upon turning, he let his own glossy eyes meet with his companion. How fortunate. Sighing and giving himself a moment's composure, Valor plucked his handkerchief from his pocket, blotting at his neck and dress-shirt in hopes of calming the spill. "... Loverboy. To what do I owe the pleasure~?"

[kohaku lebara]

Loverboy, really? There was not a single other name that came to mind that was, perhaps, less flamboyant sounding? Who was the trainer kidding. His partner was the living embodiment of flashy, flamboyant behaviour. With his little suits. Kohaku would never understand the appeal of those tight, stuffy outfits. They felt like a clothed prison to the young teacher, but eveyrone had their tastes.

Unlike the other, Kohaku wasn't dressed in impress. Instead of high end silk, he looked fresh out of a late college class. Simple jeans and a worn band tee - the name almost completely faded. Even his strangely light hair was a mess - though that was due to the evening wind. All in all, the man was lucky he had his appealing face to earn him any sort of attention, since he certainly dress out for any.

Resting a hand on the other's shoulder, Kohaku gave a tight squeeze, eyeing him. He knew this boy's tricks. ".. I merely wish to stop a bad little child from playing his pranks. DO tell your little friend goodbie - far past your bedtime.

[valor chessaire]

Valor had to grin, despite the yellow-ing sploch of stain seeping into his top, eyes rolling at the other man's words. Honestly, no witty come-back? That was certainly a first. Not that the blonde minded all too much. Of course, the man had implied his thoughts on Valor being younger than his years might have implicated, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. At this point in time, it was more a term of endearment than an insult in the first place. Since before he could remember, of the ten plus years that they had known each other, Kohaku had always talked down on him, as if he was a child. And from what Valor took away from it, the mindset was that the blonde was someone for him to take care of. Was Valor a child? No. Did he see himself as a child? Definitely not. Would he be offended if anyone else were to call him a child? Yes. But Kohaku was no stranger to him, nor were his antics questionable. In every close relationship, there is a point where nothing your partner does surprises you. The two had passed that point.

The young man gave a soft hum, white tacks jutting from under his lips as he smiled, ear to ear, at his partner's words, "My sweet one, always trying to ruin my fun~ .. That girl over there, giving me the eye... She's practically already in love with me. Is that a thing you want to ruin? The heart of a young woman before she even gets the chance to spread her wings and fly~?" He chortled, shaking his head slowly from one side to the other. At times, he had to keep himself from laughing. He was just too funny. ".... Have you just woken? You look like you stepped out of a tornado.. Do you need to borrow some clothes..?" For years he'd been pestering Kohaku to... dress himself like a proper man. "Do you even know what ACDC is?"

[kohaku lebara]

"First, don't talk about clothes. You look flamboyant enough with that silly suit you insist on." He reached out and gently poked the other's forehead, attempting a faint smile but it fell shortly as his hand then moved itself to the other's elbow and he gave it a gentle squeeze before tugging the other towards him before glancing at the woman. Oh lord. He only shook his head, watching her a moment longer before shaking his head. This was dumb. "..We're taking you home, casanova. Last thing I need is you drunk and terrorizing the town." Scanning for the exit, he leaned close to the other, mumbling. "I'm getting you a cab, unless you can bear to ride with me home. I'm not letting you shatter a poor darling's heart you bully..". His voice was gentle, but he cast the other a soft smile - at least, to anyone else it was a soft smile. Valour should know better. It was anything but soft. It wasn't caring, it was sly. Mocking. He was amused to ruin the other's fun and to drag the other away.

[valor chessaire]

".. Flamboyant?" he questioned, taking a step back as he spread his arms and did a turn around. Bright blue eyes sparkling just as bright as his bleach-white chompers. Kohaku must have been mistaken. Surely he meant 'sexy' or 'handsome'. Perhaps even 'suave'. But flamboyant? There was no seem in his well-crafted shirt that even let the word simmer. Valor had been wearing a three-piece since he was a tike in velcro clad under-garments. Even then, when he was three years old and couldn't stand the feel of suspenders slapping on his chest, he knew just how nice and clean and kept that he looked. That mindset hadn't changed even a bit. And there was absolutely nothing 'silly' about that. "You talk heavy for someone that looks like he just woke up and crawled out of the bed of a drunk party, dazed, confused, and sore in the rear."

He had to laugh, he just had to. The man called him Casanova, and he wasn't quite sure if that was supposed to be an insult or a compliment. Really. Was he trying to call him a romantic? Or perhaps just attractive? Either way, the blonde assumed it a compliment and simply shook his head. "Friend, would you ask me to walk out that door now? Look at that woman over there, staggering, bit of a lazy eye... On the outside, she's just another woman at the bar. But, really, she could very well become Mrs. Joshua Valor Chessaire one day. You see that face? We could be held in matrimony over the step of one of the most beautiful churches in all the land. We could have three strapping young boys, all of which would have my gorgeous blonde locks, and that would make you their Uncle KoKo. .... Do you really want to come between me and the love of my life?" He grinned, humming each word as if he were writing himself an autobiography on the good days to come. Really, he had no plans on getting married. But he was sure that Kohaku would call his bluff on that one.

[kohaku lebara]

Amber eyes followed the other as he decided to make a show of himself. Kohaku knew the other well - at least, the clothing he enjoyed and the way it hugged his body. The teacher had grown up side by side with this man and knew every inch that he dared to expose - or flaunt in front of the french male. Little vixen. Well, at least he tried to play the part of. Where he stood, eh held doubts the boy truly wanted his attention and seduction, it was in fact far more likely he just wanted to rile up the teacher. The one who, so far, had kept a most or less impassive feeling towards the other. Well, other than the platonic care and need to protect the man.

At the comments, his eyes only rolled. "The day you marry is the day I finally kneel and give honour to that piece of anatomy you seem to obsess over. Honestly. You are in dire need of a hobby. One that involved clothes staying on.". He kept his grip on the other's elbow still, just giving a gentle snort at the comment towards his clothing while trying to lead the other from the bar. Adding insult to injury, in a way, he gave a glance back with a soft smirk as he stopped his steps and leaned in close to the man who - strangely - pared his towering high. "Come on, I have a nice bottle of gin at home. Be a good boy and you'll get a nice treat. Come on boy. You can do it." He barely ruffled the other's hair with his free head before returning to his way towards the doors, a gentle sigh escaping as his smile quickly fell. One day he'd be identifying this idiot in the morgue after falling in the sheets with the wrong kind.

[valor chessaire]

Valor assumed that Kohaku meant something along the lines of 'when pigs fly', but he supposed the idea of his cohort kneeling before his fly and bowing down before it was spine-tingling enough to jest over. Supposing he did get married. Perhaps whatever sort of spouse brought upon the responding actions might not enjoy the sexual connotations, but, really, Valor wouldn't have minded the later fighting-- Either way, he was probably never to be married, thus, never to have the honor. But a man could dream, right? "... Dearest friend.. what does my holy matrimony have to do with you eye-balling my prize..? I'm certain that you're eager to see what all of the talk is about, but, really, that just isn't the way to go about it." He was simply teasing his elder, but the thought still sat in his mind. He was a free man, as was his partner, and though the chances were slim, the idea let his grin extend.. just before it dropped. "I have hobbies." he replied, not bothering to touch on the addition of clothing staying on the body. But, really, he played guitar. At one point or another in his lifetime. And he still played violin frequently. At least every other day.

He couldn't, however, turn down the offer of gin, especially when he knew his friend to frequent tonic water. And goodness, Valor did enjoy a nice gin and tonic. "You've gin back at the house? You should have said something sooner, else we could have cut our conversation short. You look tired, friend. Throw me the keys. Let's get going." He ignored the obvious attempts at degradation, the hand on his head, ruffle of his hair, as he held out a hand, patiently waiting for the other to hand off the keys to his joy rider. With a hum, he wrapped his adjacent arm about his companion's waist. "My, my, you're quick toward the door. Ready to have me all to yourself, hmm~?"

[kohaku lebara]

"I mean only to say that I would never do such a thing to you - unless somehow you managed to become wed to a good woman. Which we both know will never happen. I can't see you fathering children. The world would shatter.". He gave a low chuckle while saying these words, looking to the other as he felt the arm around his waist. Kohaku didn't push him away, though did not dare to hand the keys over to the other, even giving the other a short glare. He didn't mind the close distance, allowing himself to growl a reply. "Not over my dead body. You aren't laying a hand on my baby.". His fist was tight around the keys, leaning close to the other's ear to whisper his next words. "You wish. I have seen you bare and I doubt you could wow me as much as you assume. ".

Pulling free from the other's grasp, he took the other's hand and led him out into the cold of the night. Once they were outside, the sound instantly drowned away and the smell of alcohol and smoke changed too the faint smell of rain that had fallen earlier - thankfully the roads were dry and safe. They walked down the small ally-like entrance to the motorcycle he was so found of. It didn't take long after unlatching the seat to grab out the two helmets - he always kept two. Tossing it to the other, he gave a smirk before pulling his own on, but leaving the straps hanging free. "You best wear it, kiddo"

[valor chessaire]

Okay. Now he was a bit offended. No, the possibility of him being married was quite slim, and now Kohaku was trying to dig Valor's grave of the chances. Marrying in general? There was, at most, a five percent chance, but marrying a good woman... the chances for that were, more than likely, in the negative. In reality, he would probably never find a good anyone, or anything, to be romantically involved with. It was fair, though, being quite the scalawag himself. And he could never expect more than what he would ever be able to give. Could any person ever think themselves worth any more than that single standard? He was doubtful. That wasn't the offensive point that his cohort had made, however, and though he would not say it aloud, the thought of never being a father was bothersome to him. Perhaps over the years, once he'd gotten himself a better paying job (not that his current did not get him by), found a more suitable apartment, and calmed from his promiscuous lifestyle.. he would be a decent parent. He still had a few good years in him to accomplish what seemed impossible. "Haha~ I am sure the world would shatter, my friend~ It surely would.." he mumbled, tightening his hold on the man's waist as he ignored the next few sentences. Something about not touching his baby.. and something else about assumptions. Perhaps it really was a bit loud inside of the club.

It was just that, so much so that, by the time the two had taken hands and departed, the blonde's ears were ringing, head aching from the deep and penetrating growls of the bass. Maybe he was getting a bit old for such venues. As his mind wandered, he easily walked in step with his old friend, following to the motorcycle that Kohaku claimed his baby. Honestly, Valor didn't understand the craze between an old man and his bike.. and as a helmet was passed his way, Valor simply snirked and rolled his eyes. "I think I'll be taking my chances with the wind," he retorted, running a hand through the bit of hair that he left sitting in his face. Really, he spent to long getting each strand to sit in its proper place. Besides, Kohaku had done his best to impress with his driving skills in the past-- the younger had seen most of his tricks. Still, with the slightest tilt of his hips, Valor threw a leg over the rear seat, wiggling his buttocks around the leather to get himself comfortable before resting back a bit. "What's the hold up, Loverboy? Worried that you won't keep me entertained~?"

[kohaku lebara]

When the helmet was denied, a weak sigh was all that was heard. Of course the man knew why - the boy and his fucking image. Tugging off his own and placing it on the handlebar, he stepped closer to the other - quite close. Resting on hand on the boy's thigh, he let the other slide behind Valor's neck as he leaned in close. Close enough so their breaths met and his calm amber eyes were level with the other's. He gave a breathy whisper of 'stubborn..' before the hand slowly lifted from his thigh and the long fingertips gently brushed the other's cheek, before moving into his hair. In a fluid motion, he ran his fingers through the hair, unsettling the brushed part and did the same with the back of his hair, making it only faintly messed but enough to upset the other. His eyes closed now as a slow smile appeared on his face and he softly chuckled, his nose brushing against his partner's. "What a mess you have now..".

Reaching towards the seat, he grasped the extra helmet and pulled away as he gently placed it on the other's head and clipped it - sparing a kiss to the other's cheek with a mocking laugh before himself straddling the bike and tugging on his own helmet. "Wear it for now, you can fix your hair when we return home. Really, it's only me and I have seen you far more dirty and frazzled than a bit of hat hair.". Just them tonight. Mink was away, staying the night with some other boys at school for a birthday party. That left the young men to their drinks and moronic rivalry. Not giving the other time to argue, he did what was needed to get the bike up and running, only sparing a soft ' grab on ' before moving the vehicle forward and slowly - for now - making their exit from the parking lot.

[valor chessaire]

Valor knew that it was a trap. Really, Kohaku never showed much affection toward his counter-part unless he was trying to get something out of it. Or, more likely, get something done. Not that Valor was particularly lazy or anything of the sort. He was simply stubborn. And perhaps a bit neurotic. Not to mention he was very prioritized, never bothering with much of anything that couldn't hold his attention or give him something outstanding in the over-all term of events. He was, after all, rather intelligent and had the upper-hand in most conversations, situations, and prospects. Well, that was what he thought, at the very least. So, when Kohaku slipped a hand to his thigh, went to lean toward his own lips, he practically rolled his eyes. Well, that's what he saw his own reaction as. Perhaps his eyes rolled back. And maybe he let out a stuttered breath. Valor had to admit, he had a soft spot in his heart for the his elder cohort. Well, no. Scratch that. He didn't have to admit it. He would never have to admit anything. Because when it all came down to it, acts such as this were just to get something from the blonde in turn. Kohaku deserved better than good. The messing of his hair? Yes. That was definitely it. As the other laughed, so did Valor. And with the brush of noses he legitimately rolled his eyes. "You shit," he murmured.

With no resistance, just this once, he let the helmet rest atop his head, his back resting against the helmets' cartridge box. He had been wondering where Mink would be-- Kohaku had gotten very smart about his drinking habits around the young child, which Valor had been more than just proud of his friend for. Funny how sometimes, even those close to you can do something so strong and brave-- but that was another story for another night when Valor wasn't already a little drunk and disoriented. And within his mind, he had ignored the other's whispered order for him to 'hold on', his feet scratching under moving pavement as his brain snapped back to him. With a shuffled movement, he wrapped his arms around Kohaku's torso, scooting his buttocks closer as he let his cheek rest against that thin t-shirt.

Honestly, that damned shirt made the french-man look like a teenager.

[kohaku lebara]

There was not much said as they rode through the city. He kept a careful speed, but hugged the limit well enough. It was hard to speak during times like these when the wind was blowing against them and there were not many words to be exchanged in the first place. Kohaku didn't enjoy to speak in great lengths - well, not usually. With Valor he tended to have a more lose lipped. His mind was clouded right now either way. He was thinking about many things. Work, his friend he had sent home in the cab, and how drunk Valor was. He would be sure to fetch some aspirin along with that gin.

The vehicle came to a slow before stopping at the red light. There was a car beside them with the tinted windows up and another car behind that. Few people were out. Taking a breath, Kohaku dared to spare the other a glance, and a warm smile. "Are you cold..? I'm sure I have a jacket in the trunk somewhere..". The other was keeping him warm however. Kohaku wore no jacket, just the tee and felt wonderful. He loved the goosebumps that arose on his skin, how the chill numbed his body. It felt refreshing. The warmth on his back added a more pleasurable feeling as well.

[valor chessaire]

He'd been holding on, as he was told, but with the other man blocking the wind from hitting against his face. Luckily for Valor, his own outfit kept him warm, not that Kohaku would ever believe a thing like that. To the other man, a nice three-piece suit was worth little more than as a ruse to pick up women. To Valor, it was a way to be presentable, to come off as being collected, well-mannered, and cognizant of the way of the business world. Sure, the fact that most women were attracted to a man in a suit was a bit of a plus, but what could he say? It was nice, but not the only reason he dressed as his did. The outfits were habit. His tastes had been set at the age of five, and he didn't care much to change that for any person or any reason that he did not deem as his own personal caring. And as the other spoke, directing him toward a place where he may get another layer of clothing, the blonde shook his head, eyes blinking a bit before he scoffed.

"I don't even want to know what you're idea of a jacket looks like, let-alone wear it." Also, he wasn't cold. As his body against Kohaku's back had kept the driver warm, so did the grip keep Valor's temperature optimal. Besides, it was a nice night out. If he wished to, he could have been just as comfortable without his blazer. Alas, he cared little to taking off any clothing, as the vibrations of the bike had made him a bit too cozy in more uncomfortable areas. The last thing he needed was to strip.