dirty, rotten demons [tag_elliot] (R)

[Xences Xian]

Xences hated this hotel.
It stank like piss and bad decisions. It left a foul taste in his mouth, too, though that very well could have come from the cigarettes he’d been chain-smoking all night. Regardless, he lit another, hand curled as the flame of his flip-top lighter burned the end of the long cancer stick and he sucked in deeply, burning through the first quarter like it was the best damned thing he’d ever tasted. It sure beat the whore laying in the bed behind him, sleeping off the whiskey and the little slap he’d given her. He glanced nonchalantly behind him, turning at the waist and resting icy blue eyes on the unmoving, naked form.
Women these days, he thought. Couldn’t take a hit or a dick.

Sucking idly on the filter of his cigarette, Xences shook his head. L’hotel de Louise was all he cared to spend for a lowly human, but it suited his needs well enough. He’d rented a modest one-bedroom, cash, affording them a barred window and patched carpet that smelled like mildew and cleaning solution. Their clothes were discarded as quickly as he had picked her up on the street. Leaving them in a pile by the door, he’d carried her to bed and had busied the day away between her thighs.
It had been all good - great even.
Until she’d wanted to leave.
Stupid whore.

Xences moved to the pool of clothing, stowing the cigarette between his lips. He bent down and fished his cell phone from his pants, retrieving the little rectangle and flipping it open with a disinterested flick of his thumb. He pressed a few gel buttons then brought it to his head, flicking his cigarette to the floor after one last puff and watching it smolder in the shag of the carpet as the phone rang. When the other end of the line clicked as it was answered, he skipped right through greetings.
“Elliot. Get your faggot ass down to L’hotel de Louise. Now. Room 34,” he said into the cell, sitting his naked ass onto one of the chairs by the window and lazily spreading his thighs. “And for fuck’s sake, don’t bring any of your ass-pirate friends.”
He snapped the phone shut and tossed it behind him, bringing his arms behind him and lacing his fingers behind his head.

The woman on the bed was lucky to be alive. The swells of her breasts still rose and fell as she sucked in breaths, but she made wet, scratchy noises with each inhale. Bruised from toe to head, he’d spared no energy in forcing her into silence. Submission. Blood leaked onto the red, satin sheets, streaming from deep lacerations around her throat and thighs, and where his fists had broken the skin. Glancing over at her form a dark, appreciating grin split his mouth, bearing white teeth almost like a snarl. Humans always looked better when they were put in their proper place, as far as he was concerned. And he’d put her in quite a few places.. And himself in quite a few of hers…

Pressing his palms into the arms of the chair he pushed himself back up, meandering idly across the nasty carpet until he reached the pile of clothes again. He tossed hers to the side and grabbed his jeans, rising and sticking his long, muscular legs into them. He was in no hurry, now playing the bored waiting game until Elliot arrived.
Ah, Elliot, he thought with a grin as he pulled his jeans on completely and fastened his buckle. The little bastard had been in such a mood since his annoying sister had gone missing.
It was a wonder Xences hadn’t had her disappear himself.

He had just finished zipping his pants when there was a knock at the door.

[Elliot Nadres]

Elliot bit his tongue at the name calling, and allowed it to pass in a way that only Xences was ever given. Of course, naturally, this had to do generally with the responses that could be gathered should he have spoken back, but it worked for them. For now. Every moment pressed them closer to a precibus and while he let things go.. all of it was remembered. Easily he clicked the phone shut and stood. The nature of the game- always ready, always there. This evening it'd been an easy walk. Just around the corner practically at one of the various night clubs that he tended to frequent. He boredly pried himself from the woman who'd draped herself over him and gave a confident grin with a small wave and a 10. Not much, but then.. she didn't mind. He came enough that it made sense and, really, he never wanted anything from her except to be an accessory.

Just a few steps, and he was at the hotel. So many awful memories were stored in it's walls, vaguely clinging on the edge of consciousness. Xences might've hated it but Elliot.. Elliot loathed the way it made him feel. Carefully, he straightened his slacks and tie, carefully ensuring his appearance was absolutely flawless.

"Someone had a good time, didn't they?" His tone was mocking- amused, even despite the scene in front of him. To the world-- and Xences especially-- he presented all the right fronts, from the smirking disapproval of the woman's fragility to the mocking demeanor as he sauntered through the door as if he owned the place, his small stature lost just for that moment. He was no mad man- Xences could have that role. He was a man in control. Seemingly. But beneath all that calm and collected mockery there was something brewing and while, for now, he could hold it into check, the bare flashes of concern could just barely be made out behind calm blue eyes. As always, he guessed, he'd be told to dispose of the woman and he'd agree, though in the end he'd heal the woman, help her to forget, and then lead her out of town. It was the way of things now and the journal he kept detailed every occurrence, every event. "So, I'm guessing I need to take care of this? What was it this time? She said no?"

Xences would be his own undoing in the end. Elliot would see to it. But, for now, he played the game. "So.. what'd you need? I was in the middle of something you know. Not that you care but. Still."

[Xences Xian]

Xences passed the small man a scowl, not unaware of the mockery in his tones. Man. He was tinier than most women he knew, and though he held himself with an air of confidence and whatever dignity Xences could even fathom he had, he still looked like a boy. A little, measly boy.

"Smart ass little spit-fuck aren't you?" he grunted, nose and lips curling into an annoyed snarl. "No, I don't want you to rid of her. Fuck her. "

Sleep still in his eyes he raked a hand through his raven hair and grumbled, bending down to grab his shirt. Stuffing his arms into it he made to the small, lopsided table near the shaded window. He grabbed his dimpled pack of cigarettes and pulled another one out, lighting it and inhaling with a renewed vigor.

It was a strange place to find a Fallen lord. In a stuffy hotel room with a little boy and a near-dead woman, smoking an expensive cigarette and being eyed with an uncensored mocking air. He couldn't help but wonder where his dear brother was.. Ah, Xaver. The pride of the Xians. Of the Fallen people.

Somebody had to be different.


(saawwy for awfulness!! will make up for it next post <3 )

[Elliot Nadres]

"You enjoy it, don't lie" Smart ass, yet again. Still. There was no way he'd do what Xences had on his mind this time. It wasn't going to happen and if thought it would.. well, there'd be a few choice words in the end. Backup plans always existed. What it would be this time.. well, he'd been too hasty this evening. Not enough set up in the background. He'd think of something.

Elliot shot Xences a glance that betrayed his disgust for just a bare moment. "That would be nice, but lets' think about this." His eyes focused straightforward onto the relaxing figure of his so-called fallen lord. Please. If this was a lord, then he was a king. It was no wonder that Xaver was the favorite and that Xences had to resort to women in disgusting hotels for his jollies. Xences was wondering where Xaver was and, to be honest, so was Elliot. Somehow, he imagined, it wasn't here. He'd have to pass this bit of information about the wayward twin later this evening. Xaver would never know who he was, of course, but in the end.. well, the information got there.

Elliot took a breath, relaxing vaguely. "Lets put it this way. How many hours have you been here, Xences. How loud did that woman scream? How much blood has she lost? And how many Sleuths want your ass on a platter? Not only that.. this hotel is so marked that it's ridiculous. It's an awful location. There's blood everywhere and it's so shady that I don't even think that the owners know night from day anymore. This has got to be the most obvious location for this. I also happen to know that this woman-" He looked towards the shriveling form of the woman, eyes dropping. "Is an informant. Let me take her and question her.. away from here. I'll dispose of her and later we can head over to Heaven to find some proper girls. The kind with class. There's a real nice new little number that is interested in you." He lied through his teeth, eyes gleaming with earnest truth despite it. He smiled, evenly and calmly, the diplomatic charms that he'd received from his father shining through in spades.

[Xences Xian]

“Of course I enjoy it. I would enjoy doing the same to you, too. Though you would enjoy that too much, whouldn’t you, you little fag?”

Xences gave Elliot a look of both amusement and abhorrence. A strange look to pull off, but doable when one’s sanity was as threaded as a hippie’s underwear. He cared little for the little man’s feelings, and less of his thoughts. He was a tool, figuratively and literally. Used to fix whatever situations went array for him.

Either way, he didn’t take well to outright mockery.

His hand swung out faster than Elliot could have expected, striking the younger man with unchecked violence across the face. Not looking to where the other was tossed, he bent to his clothes and nonchalantly slipped into his shirt and coat. Fastening his watch, he rolled his neck side to side to work out a few kinks.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, you self-entitled brat,” he growled, fixing his collar. “Do what you want with her. Have your sloppy seconds. You are correct on one count, however.. Heaven does sound like my next party.”

He wrinkled his nose, glancing at Elliot and pulling the door to the room open, all but ripping it off its hinges.

“Don’t bother following.”

[Elliot Nadres]

While Xences squirmed in his outright madness, Elliot had to try with all his might not to smile in amusement and, if he admitted it, disgust. Xences was everything that the non-humans weren't destined to be. Limited by their conditions, trapped in a circle of obsession and madness, vaguely teetering on the edge of absolute desecration. Sure, his life had never been meant as holy but there was still some kind of sibilance of honor to Elliot and Xences stood for everything that Elliot hated. A pariah of non-humans and humans alike.

The violence would be coming. If there was one thing Elliot had learned it'd be the violence. Pressing the buttons of a madman ensured that and when he reared back with the strike, he crumpled, though stood straight back up as quick as he could- easy, despite the size and strength difference. The muttered retort was lost in absolutely not caring and, for the vaguest of moments, Elliot's eyes lowered onto Xences as if ready to actually retort. He didn't, however, and Xences was out the door.

"Like I'd even want to follow you." The moment the door closed, he rushed to the woman, sleeves rolled up as quick as he could manage and already stopping the blood. She was still alive enough that with the proper care and speed and the eventual hospital.. he could save her. All the while he used whatever graces he could to will her to forget- maybe.. it meant nothing. But, for all he could pray, he hoped this would become nothing more than a bad dream to forget.