[the man he called on the phone has interesting tastes, cassius thinks when he runs his hand over the bed covers. light and smooth, and he believes that if he were to drape them on his body, they would feel like nothing. yet... still cover him in the way people would prefer. suitable for clothing? he should investigate, ask beatrix and zeta later.
when his music is interrupted by a knock on the door, cassius turns away from the sheets, and answers.]
You're him. [cassius smiles. he had no expectations of what the man on the other end of the phone would be like, but he did know that he was not a boy as the title would imply. he deduced that much from the man's voice.]
[ The line is spoken with complete sincerity and earnest emotion. Mondo takes his jobs seriously and would never besmirch his client by acting any other way. Whether it is killing or romancing, he will do everything to ensure that the person who hired him will end up satisfied. ]
And of course. [ He pauses before passing the threshold to fall down on one knee. His hand reaches underneath his suit to pull out a single, well-kept rose to hold out to him. ]
This is for you... as gratitude for letting me be the one to join you this evening.
[cassius' eyes widen at the presentation of the rose. oh, he was not expecting that... but he does take it, all the same, and pets the petals. it's a velvety texture as well, but different from the sheets he'd been enjoying earlier.]
So this is part of your duties as a callboy? [a lonely heart, he said, meaning he is meant to be a companion.
[ He gets up from kneeling in front of him, offering a brief smile. It is a little bit of a surprise at the request to hear more about his services.
The surprised look only lasts for a few seconds, however. Some clients do enjoy hearing of the "nitty-gritty" of what his job is. ]
Of course.
[ Mondo finally passes through the door, glancing around briefly at the room. The bed given a long stare before he crosses the short distance to it. He gently runs his hands down the sheets, pleased with how soft they feel, and certain that it will be equally pleasing for Cassius, as well. ]
What I do is offer romance and relief to those that are kind enough accept my services. [ He turns to sit down on the bed. ] Having a quick session is... well, there are others that can scratch that itch better than me.
[ He is a high-class whore, thank you! ]
To me, you are the most important person in my life right now, Cassius. I will do what I can to fulfill every desire that you want and even those that you might be too nervous to say.
[ His head bows as he offer a solemn promise. ] As a professional, as a man, as one from the moon, I will love you completely from the bottom of my heart.
[cassius listens well when the man steps into the room, though he still continues to pet the flower rather than set it aside.
he was correct about the man being a paid companion... but he didn't expect the sort of companionship he sold to be mating. "fossildweller courtship", and the like. cassius only barely has an idea of such things, something about bodies-- but he truly doesn't know, moondwellers operated differently.
then, something mondo says brings him up short.]
The moon...? [is he in the presence of someone just like him? or does his speech simply lend to embellishment? he has to wonder...
cassius doesn't need to fill his lungs with oxygen in order to speak in his native tongue, but he still does so, before the sounds of a machine fall from his lips. he raises a hand, brushing the man's fringe out of his face to peer at his eyes for the typical moondweller coloring that even isaac has.]
That's right. But I promise that did not factor in the price at all.
[ It is something that he only just became aware of, himself.
His left arm used to be flesh and blood but he apparently underwent some body modification. He uses the word "apparently" because he doesn't remember the reason why. For him, he woke up one day and had the artificial arm attached and so, he tries to keep it covered to avoid troubling his clients.
His memories of living there are scattered at best, and lost forever at worst. But he keeps his expression even despite being troubled with not knowing the truth.
His chin lifts when Cassius brushes his hair out of his face. He again feels his eyes widen -- the dark red that they usually are abruptly seems to shift to another color upon hearing those words.
He leans back as he returns to his usual appearance. Suddenly transforming... how embarrassing. ]
"Hello world?" Kind of an odd thing to say... wouldn't you agree?
[an unusual color for moondwellers. nowadays, all of the moondwellers have blue. alas he can no longer return to ask central axis... if they didn't feed him to the disassembler first.
but cassius is satisfied, his investigations have yielded satisfactory results-- this man was born and raised on the moon, because if he were like the naturalized descendants instead, like isaac, his noises would never have been understood.]
It is the only sort of greeting we have on the moon. That you were able to understand me proves we come from the same land.
And yet you don't seem to recognize that, and your eyes are different. Fascinating. [cassius rocks back, giving mondo a contemplative look... but still, he is friendly.]
[ He isn't sure why he starts with that but he can't help but want to give some sort of apology. ]
To think that you are also from that place... [ Mondo reaches out to cup either side of Cassius's face so that he, too, can get a better look at him. ]
Ah.
[ He lets his artificial hand drop down away from touching him; usually he is a bit more careful in getting people comfortable with suddenly feeling the slight chill of metal against their skin. ]
I don't know how fascinating that it is. [ And right, he isn't here for himself but for his client. He offers a smile and gently strokes the side of Cassius's face in slow, loving movements.]
But if it is pleasing to you, sir, then I am happy.
[more and more surprises. cassius blinks when he feels the metal against his skin, but smiles. he's augmented too, clearly, another hallmark of someone born and raised in their homeland.]
Even if you were not from the moon, I still would have spent time with you. I called for a companion out of curiosity over the career, and you answered. [and exceeded any expectations cassius might have had with his utter sincerity. cassius had no opinion of sexual congress whatsoever, has never even cast his thoughts in that direction, but now... well, he's willing to give it a try, just because mondo has piqued his interest that much.]
[ Isn't that a funny way to word being interested in hiring a callboy? But he furrows his eyebrows as he gives a scrutinizing look over Cassius's face. Mondo feels like the man isn't using some euphemisms but might have just actually not known what he did. ]
You know -- [ He draws his hand back to tuck some of blond hair behind the man's ear. ] -- you'd be a newbie's dream. They don't have to do anything and just chat you up about the weather.
[ He can't help but laugh, then stop his chuckling at the question. ] As for how I came to be here... my memories are pretty unreliable. I think I ran away. [ A small frown appears. ]
I was being used by someone and needed to get away. [ Mondo flexes his artificial fingers. ] At least, that's the feeling that I get.
Hmm. [cassius closes his eyes when his hair is brushed out of his face, and keeps them closed.]
I believe you. Everyone has their own duty, as instructed by Central Axis. I came here on an assignment myself. [and he also believes that the man has forgotten-- it's not impossible for them, either. perhaps he was meant to be a sleeper agent, sent here like cassius, but with his memories removed, or the flags simply erased, and his files jumbled together-- it's likely, and he simply returned flags where they ought to be.
[ he fixes his stare on cassius's face -- his eyes widen before returning to normal. did he also have an assignment? well, the only assignments that he has these days are calls like this, or assassinations.
but that doesn't seem like proper pillow talk. actually, is the conversation that they're having presently really all right?
mondo lets his eyes finally slide away from him, looking at the sheets instead. it makes him feel like some green callboy with how he picks at the sheets, with how he slides his hands over the soft material. ]
You decided to stay here? Why? Didn't you want to go back to the moon?
[ his voice softens in wonder. he still traces invisible patterns on the bedsheets, wondering why he isn't able to look at cassius. is it because he used the term "from the moon" only as a means to be enticing without knowing what it really means to be "of the moon?" maybe. ]
I chose to stay, because I like it here. [he lays a hand on mondo's augmented arm, completely used to the cold feeling of it.] There are people here that I have discovered I don't want to leave behind.
[ he breaks down what cassius says into those two things; his voice is filled with a little bit of awe. mondo shifts his gaze to look at the hand on his augmented arm; his lips press together into a thin line. ]
Well, those are good reasons to stay. [ a slight pause. ] I hope to one day be one of the people you wish to stay for, sir.
[ he should try to remember he's here on a job. it's odd how he has to keep reminding himself that he's a professional and that he should do all that he can for his client. his head tilts slightly, wondering why he's acting like such a novice. ]
You could be. [cassius' tone is not suggestive in any way-- he speaks as if he were stating an observation, or an outright fact.] What do you like about how the people here mate?
[because if it fascinates a fellow moondweller so much, cassius must know.]
That would be quite the honor. [ in response to cassius's calm comment, mondo responds in his usual flattering tone. before he pauses at the question of what he likes most about mating with people. ]
Quite the way to put it. [ but it isn't wrong so he'll leave his comment as it is. ] But what I like most about it is that they're satisfied. I have fulfilled my duty to them. I can see that they're quite happy and content... whatever worries or concerns that they have had are gone.
[ yes, he likes that best about his work. ] Their happiness is what I like most.
A desire to see the outcome of your work, not for confirmation of your mission's accomplishment, but for their sake? [that's not exactly what mondo means, but this is what cassius takes from it.]
Fascinating.
[cassius keeps his hand on mondo's arm, knowing that it's a design he hasn't seen before-- certainly not the modifications he himself has. higher quality. but he has to wonder why they didn't bother with the camouflage...
then begins to twine their fingers together.]
Mating is not a concept I'm familiar with. Central Axis recycles agents and prolongs lives, and new moondwellers are a rarity. How we're made, I'm not privy to.
I suppose that is a way of viewing it. [ it isn't really what he means, but he finds that to be too beautiful a sentiment to want to dismiss as "wrong." ]
That's what they do? [ his own voice is filled with fascination. the idea that no one knows how mating works on the moon is a surprising one to say the least. ]
How people do it here? [ mondo feels his face warm, but it isn't from embarrassment as much as caused by a rush of lewd thoughts that hits him. he lifts up their joined hands, lightly kissing the top of cassius's knuckles. ]
The method is relatively simple. [ he turns cassius's hand so that he can kiss the side of his fingers. ] It really depends on one thing. If you would like to be the one to be mated with, or the one doing the mating.
[ did he have to use those words? probably not. he, at least, speaks such a line with more confidence than he should have. ]
[cassius' eyes are drawn to the gentle pecking at his hands, his knuckles and fingers. he likes that feeling, though doesn't understand why. there's something pleasing about a soft touch in general, cassius knows this.
and, somehow, it makes him desire more of it.
fascinating.]
I have no experience. I'll leave it in your hands. [then he shuffles closer, until his leg meets mondo's. he knows physical contact is needed, bodies right against each other. so he places himself right there, ready.]
[ His tone of voice lacks any accusatory tone but rather mild surprise. But he has met a few clients were inexperienced and wished to have an experience that was one they could completely control -- from seduction, to foreplay, to the actual act itself. ]
Rest assured, I will do my uttermost for you. [ Mondo slides his hand down from Cassius's hand to lightly grip the man's arm. He pauses to look at how close he is, before pulling back to have him come lie down on the bed with him. ]
I'll have you lie down -- [ He pauses. ] This is rather mechanical how it is being done. Since you are in my hands, please allow me to romance you a little, too.
[cassius is about to lay down at mondo's urging, already tucking his hair away to keep it out of his face, but pauses when the other man has seemingly changed his mind.
then he cocks his head to the side, like a curious little bird.]
I will let you do anything you want-- What's your plan?
he lifts his fist to his mouth to lightly cough into it, clearing his throat. it isn't so much that he's embarrassed so much as the thought of getting into too much detail is rather exciting to him.
for all his fine looks and easy tone, he does quite enjoy being a callboy, too. ]
I intend to have you lie down on the bed. I'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as I fondle you through your clothes. If you like, I'll even use my mouth to help stimulate you. [ he lifts his hand to lightly tug on the collar of his own shirt, absentmindedly. ]
After you feel ready, I'll prepare myself for you. [ the hand on the collar of his shirt rises to press itself lightly over his own mouth. he slides his hand across his lips before biting lightly on his index finger. ]
I intend to what is best termed as ride you. It gives you and myself a lot of control. For a first timer, it should take a lot of pressure away and ... I'll be able to see your -- hopefully -- satisfied face.
[cassius' eyebrows raise the more mondo speaks, and he finds himself... intrigued. the steps mondo gives him are procedural and easy to understand for one such as cassius to follow. then he nods, accepting this schedule, and begins to remove his leather and cloth belt.]
I want to experience the other end of it as well. Is there time on the itinerary for another session? [how long would this one be, exactly? he's not sure.
all night, perhaps?]
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when his music is interrupted by a knock on the door, cassius turns away from the sheets, and answers.]
You're him. [cassius smiles. he had no expectations of what the man on the other end of the phone would be like, but he did know that he was not a boy as the title would imply. he deduced that much from the man's voice.]
Now we can begin.
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[ The line is spoken with complete sincerity and earnest emotion. Mondo takes his jobs seriously and would never besmirch his client by acting any other way. Whether it is killing or romancing, he will do everything to ensure that the person who hired him will end up satisfied. ]
And of course. [ He pauses before passing the threshold to fall down on one knee. His hand reaches underneath his suit to pull out a single, well-kept rose to hold out to him. ]
This is for you... as gratitude for letting me be the one to join you this evening.
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So this is part of your duties as a callboy? [a lonely heart, he said, meaning he is meant to be a companion.
fascinating.]
Come in, and tell me more of your duties.
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[ He gets up from kneeling in front of him, offering a brief smile. It is a little bit of a surprise at the request to hear more about his services.
The surprised look only lasts for a few seconds, however. Some clients do enjoy hearing of the "nitty-gritty" of what his job is. ]
Of course.
[ Mondo finally passes through the door, glancing around briefly at the room. The bed given a long stare before he crosses the short distance to it. He gently runs his hands down the sheets, pleased with how soft they feel, and certain that it will be equally pleasing for Cassius, as well. ]
What I do is offer romance and relief to those that are kind enough accept my services. [ He turns to sit down on the bed. ] Having a quick session is... well, there are others that can scratch that itch better than me.
[ He is a high-class whore, thank you! ]
To me, you are the most important person in my life right now, Cassius. I will do what I can to fulfill every desire that you want and even those that you might be too nervous to say.
[ His head bows as he offer a solemn promise. ] As a professional, as a man, as one from the moon, I will love you completely from the bottom of my heart.
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he was correct about the man being a paid companion... but he didn't expect the sort of companionship he sold to be mating. "fossildweller courtship", and the like. cassius only barely has an idea of such things, something about bodies-- but he truly doesn't know, moondwellers operated differently.
then, something mondo says brings him up short.]
The moon...? [is he in the presence of someone just like him? or does his speech simply lend to embellishment? he has to wonder...
cassius doesn't need to fill his lungs with oxygen in order to speak in his native tongue, but he still does so, before the sounds of a machine fall from his lips. he raises a hand, brushing the man's fringe out of his face to peer at his eyes for the typical moondweller coloring that even isaac has.]
Holel drowl.
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[ It is something that he only just became aware of, himself.
His left arm used to be flesh and blood but he apparently underwent some body modification. He uses the word "apparently" because he doesn't remember the reason why. For him, he woke up one day and had the artificial arm attached and so, he tries to keep it covered to avoid troubling his clients.
His memories of living there are scattered at best, and lost forever at worst. But he keeps his expression even despite being troubled with not knowing the truth.
His chin lifts when Cassius brushes his hair out of his face. He again feels his eyes widen -- the dark red that they usually are abruptly seems to shift to another color upon hearing those words.
He leans back as he returns to his usual appearance. Suddenly transforming... how embarrassing. ]
"Hello world?" Kind of an odd thing to say... wouldn't you agree?
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but cassius is satisfied, his investigations have yielded satisfactory results-- this man was born and raised on the moon, because if he were like the naturalized descendants instead, like isaac, his noises would never have been understood.]
It is the only sort of greeting we have on the moon. That you were able to understand me proves we come from the same land.
And yet you don't seem to recognize that, and your eyes are different. Fascinating. [cassius rocks back, giving mondo a contemplative look... but still, he is friendly.]
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[ He isn't sure why he starts with that but he can't help but want to give some sort of apology. ]
To think that you are also from that place... [ Mondo reaches out to cup either side of Cassius's face so that he, too, can get a better look at him. ]
Ah.
[ He lets his artificial hand drop down away from touching him; usually he is a bit more careful in getting people comfortable with suddenly feeling the slight chill of metal against their skin. ]
I don't know how fascinating that it is. [ And right, he isn't here for himself but for his client. He offers a smile and gently strokes the side of Cassius's face in slow, loving movements.]
But if it is pleasing to you, sir, then I am happy.
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Even if you were not from the moon, I still would have spent time with you. I called for a companion out of curiosity over the career, and you answered. [and exceeded any expectations cassius might have had with his utter sincerity. cassius had no opinion of sexual congress whatsoever, has never even cast his thoughts in that direction, but now... well, he's willing to give it a try, just because mondo has piqued his interest that much.]
How did you come down here from the moon?
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[ Isn't that a funny way to word being interested in hiring a callboy? But he furrows his eyebrows as he gives a scrutinizing look over Cassius's face. Mondo feels like the man isn't using some euphemisms but might have just actually not known what he did. ]
You know -- [ He draws his hand back to tuck some of blond hair behind the man's ear. ] -- you'd be a newbie's dream. They don't have to do anything and just chat you up about the weather.
[ He can't help but laugh, then stop his chuckling at the question. ] As for how I came to be here... my memories are pretty unreliable. I think I ran away. [ A small frown appears. ]
I was being used by someone and needed to get away. [ Mondo flexes his artificial fingers. ] At least, that's the feeling that I get.
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I believe you. Everyone has their own duty, as instructed by Central Axis. I came here on an assignment myself. [and he also believes that the man has forgotten-- it's not impossible for them, either. perhaps he was meant to be a sleeper agent, sent here like cassius, but with his memories removed, or the flags simply erased, and his files jumbled together-- it's likely, and he simply returned flags where they ought to be.
or where he believes they ought to be.]
But I decided to stay.
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[ he fixes his stare on cassius's face -- his eyes widen before returning to normal. did he also have an assignment? well, the only assignments that he has these days are calls like this, or assassinations.
but that doesn't seem like proper pillow talk. actually, is the conversation that they're having presently really all right?
mondo lets his eyes finally slide away from him, looking at the sheets instead. it makes him feel like some green callboy with how he picks at the sheets, with how he slides his hands over the soft material. ]
You decided to stay here? Why? Didn't you want to go back to the moon?
[ his voice softens in wonder. he still traces invisible patterns on the bedsheets, wondering why he isn't able to look at cassius. is it because he used the term "from the moon" only as a means to be enticing without knowing what it really means to be "of the moon?" maybe. ]
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I chose to stay, because I like it here. [he lays a hand on mondo's augmented arm, completely used to the cold feeling of it.] There are people here that I have discovered I don't want to leave behind.
And I enjoy the food.
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[ he breaks down what cassius says into those two things; his voice is filled with a little bit of awe. mondo shifts his gaze to look at the hand on his augmented arm; his lips press together into a thin line. ]
Well, those are good reasons to stay. [ a slight pause. ] I hope to one day be one of the people you wish to stay for, sir.
[ he should try to remember he's here on a job. it's odd how he has to keep reminding himself that he's a professional and that he should do all that he can for his client. his head tilts slightly, wondering why he's acting like such a novice. ]
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[because if it fascinates a fellow moondweller so much, cassius must know.]
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Quite the way to put it. [ but it isn't wrong so he'll leave his comment as it is. ] But what I like most about it is that they're satisfied. I have fulfilled my duty to them. I can see that they're quite happy and content... whatever worries or concerns that they have had are gone.
[ yes, he likes that best about his work. ] Their happiness is what I like most.
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Fascinating.
[cassius keeps his hand on mondo's arm, knowing that it's a design he hasn't seen before-- certainly not the modifications he himself has. higher quality. but he has to wonder why they didn't bother with the camouflage...
then begins to twine their fingers together.]
Mating is not a concept I'm familiar with. Central Axis recycles agents and prolongs lives, and new moondwellers are a rarity. How we're made, I'm not privy to.
Teach me how people do it here?
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That's what they do? [ his own voice is filled with fascination. the idea that no one knows how mating works on the moon is a surprising one to say the least. ]
How people do it here? [ mondo feels his face warm, but it isn't from embarrassment as much as caused by a rush of lewd thoughts that hits him. he lifts up their joined hands, lightly kissing the top of cassius's knuckles. ]
The method is relatively simple. [ he turns cassius's hand so that he can kiss the side of his fingers. ] It really depends on one thing. If you would like to be the one to be mated with, or the one doing the mating.
[ did he have to use those words? probably not. he, at least, speaks such a line with more confidence than he should have. ]
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and, somehow, it makes him desire more of it.
fascinating.]
I have no experience. I'll leave it in your hands. [then he shuffles closer, until his leg meets mondo's. he knows physical contact is needed, bodies right against each other. so he places himself right there, ready.]
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[ His tone of voice lacks any accusatory tone but rather mild surprise. But he has met a few clients were inexperienced and wished to have an experience that was one they could completely control -- from seduction, to foreplay, to the actual act itself. ]
Rest assured, I will do my uttermost for you. [ Mondo slides his hand down from Cassius's hand to lightly grip the man's arm. He pauses to look at how close he is, before pulling back to have him come lie down on the bed with him. ]
I'll have you lie down -- [ He pauses. ] This is rather mechanical how it is being done. Since you are in my hands, please allow me to romance you a little, too.
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then he cocks his head to the side, like a curious little bird.]
I will let you do anything you want-- What's your plan?
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[ but it is probably best to explain everything.
he lifts his fist to his mouth to lightly cough into it, clearing his throat. it isn't so much that he's embarrassed so much as the thought of getting into too much detail is rather exciting to him.
for all his fine looks and easy tone, he does quite enjoy being a callboy, too. ]
I intend to have you lie down on the bed. I'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as I fondle you through your clothes. If you like, I'll even use my mouth to help stimulate you. [ he lifts his hand to lightly tug on the collar of his own shirt, absentmindedly. ]
After you feel ready, I'll prepare myself for you. [ the hand on the collar of his shirt rises to press itself lightly over his own mouth. he slides his hand across his lips before biting lightly on his index finger. ]
I intend to what is best termed as ride you. It gives you and myself a lot of control. For a first timer, it should take a lot of pressure away and ... I'll be able to see your -- hopefully -- satisfied face.
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I want to experience the other end of it as well. Is there time on the itinerary for another session? [how long would this one be, exactly? he's not sure.
all night, perhaps?]