PLEASE DON'T GO [koby]

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? What did he say about being a decent guy and not looking through Koby’s phone? Oh yeah, that he wouldn’t do it. Then why he was doing it right now? Oh right, because after he stopped feeling bad he kinda stopped caring. Fiore couldn’t have the luxury of being too much of a caring person. If he did, his siblings would’ve probably obliterated his poor mind by now. Fiore couldn’t allow that so instead he got over things quickly. Plus in the end, he still had the feeling Koby overreacted a bit. Didn’t mean Fiore wasn’t ready to apologize though, pinning someone to a wall and kissing them was probably illegal in a few countries and since he hadn’t seen any cops banging at his and his brother’s door then he guessed he at least owed Koby an apology. So what did Fiore do to achieve this? He of course tried to search Koby out at the academy. It was a huge place though, and writing students were all just so closed off! He tried asking his brother but Castor rolled his eyes and brushed him away like he always did. So much for brotherly help but Fiore didn’t exactly expect much more. So operation ‘seek Koby out’ was still in process. After a failed attempt to catch him in the writing hallways Fiore had to turn to the other less honorable option: pry inside his phone and find some information about him. There wasn’t really much to go by thought. Fiore scrolled through the messages expecting to find some sort of girlfriend or a close friend or something like that but instead he just read some angry messages with a ‘Luke’ and messages from parents. Fiore figured the Luke guy was his brother, actually, after giving it a deeper thought he remembered a certain Luke in his class but since he didn’t have Koby’s last name to go buy he couldn’t just go to Luke and ask ‘hey you have an asshole of a brother called Koby?’ It would be just weird. There were only some random photos of a farm, some other messages with chicks that didn’t seem to hold much importance…. With every passing second Fiore began feeling that this guy did need to get laid, or at least a night out or something. Frowning at the phone he reluctantly admitted what he refused to admit: he had almost nothing to go by. Well, that was the advantage of having a brother in the mafia, nothing to go by equaled everything to go by when you were in such business. It took Fiore an entire night of nagging and a threat to tell their mother that Castor went off almost an entire week without telling anyone and returned with what looked like an engagement ring on his finger if he didn’t squeeze as much information from that phone as possible. It took Castor half a day but Fiore was pleased. His brother presented him with a paper with Koby’s address and one of those ‘if you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you’ glares that Fiore was oh so familiar with. So there he was, standing in front of Koby’s door while scanning through the few contacts and even fewer photos. After a couple days of looking at them he practically knew them by heart. Taking a deep breath he lifted his hand, letting it linger there for a second before gathering enough bravery and knocking. “Delivery service! I got something that’s yours!” He called aloud, hoping that Koby was at home but certainly expecting the worse from the other student. WORDS: 604, TAGS: KOBY, NOTES: ♥♥ TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[koby asher mannix]

Ever since that day, the worst day of his entire life, yes that day, Koby hadn’t felt right. It was as if something was going on inside of him, a little battle, which made him, want to puke and the weird fact was that Koby had no idea what in the world was happening to him. The kiss replayed in his head over and over again, but this time he appreciated the facts a little bit more; at least he hadn’t kissed back…or had he? He had no idea at all, this was his first kiss. Did standing there with your lips pressed against another man’s without moving meant you were kissing back? He didn’t know and he didn’t want to either in case the answer wasn’t what he was expecting to be. This was just tearing him apart inside and he had no one to talk to. Wait a minute. When did he suddenly just become a wuss? These thoughts had been forcing themselves to be etched inside of his mind in the last few days and it was frightening.

He had been hiding out in school, his phone was lost and he knew he had left it back in the music department. Though he had checked the lost and found and asked every cleaner he could find in the school if they had seen his phone, he still had not yet found it. So the only answer was the Fiore either took it and was laughing at something on his phone or had thrown his phone away in anger. So he hadn’t gone back to the music department to see him or to find him, the first time he had gone looking for someone had gotten him into this situation and he didn’t want to know what would happen the second time he went to look for someone. E didn’t even tell Luke where his hone was, though he was sure that his brother was happy with the way Koby was lately since it seemed like Koby was releasing him slowly. Though that wasn’t the case at all, it was just that his stupid phone was lost and gone somewhere. Koby didn’t want Luke to think that he was getting any ort of freedom at all so he made sure he was being his annoying self by looking for Luke in the places where he should have been most of the time.

There were only some random photos of a farm, some other messages with chicks that didn’t seem to hold much importance…. With every passing second Fiore began feeling that this guy did need to get laid, or at least a night out or something. Frowning at the phone he reluctantly admitted what he refused to admit: he had almost nothing to go by. Well, that was the advantage of having a brother in the mafia, nothing to go by equaled everything to go by when you were in such business. It took Fiore an entire night of nagging and a threat to tell their mother that Castor went off almost an entire week without telling anyone and returned with what looked like an engagement ring on his finger if he didn’t squeeze as much information from that phone as possible. It took Castor half a day but Fiore was pleased. His brother presented him with a paper with Koby’s address and one of those ‘if you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you’ glares that Fiore was oh so familiar with.

He was currently at home, just fresh out of the shower, a pair of boxers on and some sweatpants. His homework was laid down on the floor in the living room, a juice box to the side and a few crumpled pieces of paper scattered around. He raised an eyebrow as he heard a couple of knocks and a loud voice booming from the other side of it. Opening the door, his eyes widened even further once he saw who was there. His jaw stiffened up before he moved forward to slam the door in the other boy’s face. There was no way he was going to speak to Fiore ever again.

word count/ 697
thoughts/ <333

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? Ok, courage, that’s all Fiore needed! It wasn’t hard though, Koby didn’t look all that menacing and it wasn’t like Fiore to get cold feet all of a sudden. He figured Koby was still mad about the kiss thing since the other hadn’t bothered to seek him out to retrieve his phone. Hell, he hadn’t even called to his own number which was what Fiore normally did when he lost his own. If Fiore didn’t feel the need to apologize to Koby he probably would’ve done the normal thing to do and tossed the phone in the lost and found. He didn’t need a new phone after all. Rocking on his heels he waited for someone, preferably Koby, to open the door. When the other male appeared in sweatpants Fiore couldn’t help but check him out for a brief moment before noticing his squared jaw. The attempt to close the door in his face was stopped by Fiore stopping the door with a palm while sticking his food inside to be used as obstacle. It had been an almost unconscious action that Fiore regretted the moment Koby’s strength beat his own and his hand wasn’t enough to stop the door from being closed thus crashing his foot in the process. “Ow, ow!” He cried aloud while renewing his strength and pushing the door open. “Hello to you too! This is how you greet people? No wonder you have zero friends!” Again Fiore’s temper was making him talk but who could blame him? His foot hurt! Without waiting for an invitation he walked inside Koby’s place, a small frown and the tint of a glare securely fixed on his features. But no, he couldn’t just get angry all over again because it wasn’t the point. He was here to apologize after all. Taking back out the phone he had tossed inside his pocket when Koby opened the door he placed it on his palm and offered it to the other. “You left this the other day. It was really a pain to find you, were you avoiding me or something?” Fiore lifted an eyebrow, pretty sure he knew the answer to that one but still feeling like asking anyway. Oh right, the phone wasn’t the only thing he came for. “I also came to apologize but I think I’m going to stand a few feet away from you while doing so…” Fiore said while taking a couple steps back. He could take Koby down if the other decided to lash out at him but you know, it’s not like he wanted to. It definitely wasn’t the purpose of what he came to do. Anyway, taking a deep breath Fiore posed his eyes on Koby, a serious and almost stoic look on his face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have messed with you and I shouldn’t have pushed you to the wall and kissed you. It wasn’t even a bad kiss so I don’t know why you were so upset. I mean, it’s not like it was your first kiss or anything…” Fiore trailed off for a second, letting his gaze travel from Koby’s face to the wall as if his mind was remembering the kiss. “But yeah. I’m sorry, but I still think you need to get laid.” He finished with his hands crossed in front of his chest. Ok, it hadn’t been the best apology but it was a honest and truthful one. WORDS: 572, TAGS: KOBY, NOTES: 8DDD TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[koby asher mannix]

The one thing that he had been expecting was for Fiore to push back at the door that was being shut on his face and Koby had prepared him for that, pushing even harder and for a moment he felt as if he had won. As if Fiore would never be able to get through the door, he felt strong and a tiny power surge of achievement coursed through his body, giving him a nice feeling in his body once instead of something that made him feel as if horrible things were about to come. That foreshadowing feeling. A small smirk had even managed to place itself upon his face as Fiore’s foot got crushed, yes! That was what he wanted. Ok, Koby wasn’t a sadistic but seeing him in great pleasure definitely made him smile, especially after what the boy had done and said just a few seconds ago. His arms pushed at the door and then suddenly the door was pushing him away as Fiore’s strength overcame his own. His small smirk had zeroed down to a thin line as the other boy shouted about Koby having no friends, yes it was true, but so what?

His grip was suddenly released from the door, an annoyed look on his face as Fiore pushed into his house, unwelcomed. Glancing down at the other boy’s outstretched hand, he extended an arm, carefully lifting his phone out of Fiore’s big hands without trying to touch them at all. It was as if he were experimenting with chemicals in the chemistry department or something. “You could have just left this in the lost and found.” Yes, he was avoiding Fiore, he didn’t want to see the guy at all since the way they left each other at the last time was horrible…well horrible for Koby perhaps but maybe not for Fiore. Looking down at his phone, he held a small bit before sliding it into the pocket in his sweat pants, he suddenly realized that he was showing more skin than usual and felt uncomfortable, a cold shiver running down his spine as the cool air made itself be known to him. His face didn’t even crack up a little, as the other boy seemed to try and make a joke out of everything.

As the boy continued on apologizing for what he had done in their previous, first meeting, Koby’s expression turned stony cold and the only difference was that his hands slightly curled up into little fists with the remembrance of the kiss and with it being his first one as well. Yes it had been his first kiss, but Fiore didn’t need to know that. It had been his first kiss and now that he looked at it, he felt as if it was a soft one, Fiore’s lips were actually quite soft compared to how they looked. “Just shut up about the kiss and leave…” but Koby being Koby, he did have some manners, so with gritted teeth and a little reluctance, he forced words to come out of his mouth, as little words as possible though. “Thanks for the phone.”

word count/ 523
thoughts/ Koby likes the kiss...but he doesn't! >>

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? Ok, being civil was proving harder than he initially thought. Most people dismissed Fiore’s jokes and comments as like they were, jokes, but apparently Koby had a tendency to take things too seriously. Fiore simply couldn’t shrug and walk away though. He normally wasn’t put in a situation like this one because normal people didn’t get so upset at what he did. If anything, Fiore usually ended up with a few invitations to a bar or to hang out and ended up being friends. Apparently that wasn’t going to happen with Koby. It bothered him though, because Fiore couldn’t understand how someone could get so upset at something so small like a kiss. Again his mind traveled to the ‘first kiss’ theory but really? Fiore was eighteen years old and he had kissed enough people to fill a small stadium. Maybe it was his Italian flirty nature or the fact that he liked to kiss people but either way, he figured normal teenagers their age would’ve at least kissed a couple girls or guys. A simple shrug was Fiore’s response to the lost and found option. He could left the phone there but nah, that took away all the fun. “I wanted to apologize, it’s not like I could’ve gotten your phone number from the cell phone and sent you an apology through message. That would’ve been creepy. Plus, half the stuff that ends up in the lost and found never reaches their rightful owners.” Fiore threw his arms back, intertwining his fingers behind his neck and resting his weight on one foot in quite a relaxed manner. It was time for Fiore to take a moment and look around Koby’s place, he had stared at his bare chest long enough. The place was so different from his own back in Italy, but strangely similar to his brother’s here in Paris. It wasn’t immaculate like Castor’s apartment but Fiore got the idea that whoever lived here, Koby in this case, really needed a few doses of fun in his life. “And… I wanted to see you again.” The last part could’ve been left as either a joke or a truthful statement; that was for Fiore to know and for Koby to find out. Turning his blue eyes back at the other, Fiore finally found the strength to stop staring at Koby’s naked skin and focus on his face. The urge to leave just like that wasn’t as strong as the urge to find out what exactly made Koby so upset, thus turning into one of those ‘prying into your life’ people he mentioned in their previous conversation. Hypocritical? Maybe, did Fiore care? Nah, not really. There was actually just one question that was gnawing at his brain though, and of course he wasn’t about to save it in his chest for the rest of eternity. “I risk being punched by asking this but… I get the impression I stole your first kiss the other day.” He trailed off a few seconds, letting his hands drop to his side and taking a few steps closer to Koby. Oh well if he was going to get punched he might as well get something good out of this. “I don’t really know why though, I would kiss you again any day!” He slipped in one of those comments that could make him end up with a black eye. Lifting his hand he made a careful attempt to place it against Koby’s face but still ready to jump back or even duck if Koby attempted to murder him. “So… was it? your first kiss I mean?” Yeah because asking a guy who clearly didn’t want him around about his first kiss was totally normal. Fiore really needed a hobby… WORDS: 625, TAGS: KOBY, NOTES: they are totally snogging in my head TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[koby asher mannix]

The idea of a first kiss was really embarrassing for Koby. Luke, who was older than him and had every right to kiss more girls than Koby, had already kissed more girls and even boys in a lifetime, way much more than Koby ever had. But Koby still yet had to kiss someone with more passion and feelings and at that moment he didn’t have any feelings for Fiore at all except for resentment. The boy had stolen his first kiss, yeah it sounded all old and innocent as if Fiore had stolen his virginity, but in that sense, yes he had. There was nothing else he could do though; he had to go through this every time. He didn’t like Paris anymore. What a stupid reason to hate a country right? Because someone had kissed him…but that was how Koby was, he took a lot of things to heart even if it didn’t seem like it. He should have been grateful though; the facts that he actually had his first kiss finally. There were moments when Koby would imagine what a kiss felt like, he had seen it in movies, seen it being portrayed by actors and actresses very expressively, yet the kiss between Fiore and himself was so much more different. Maybe because Koby hadn’t reciprocated the feelings himself? So what would a kiss with Fiore be like if Koby returned the same passion and exuberance?

But he didn’t want to think about that now, especially with him being half naked because it would seem as if he were lusting over the other boy instead and Koby never lusted. Lifting an eyebrow, he let out a small scoff. “You didn’t go through my phone right? I mean, couldn’t you have phoned someone in my list and ask them to give me the phone themselves?” A roll of the eyes was encouraged by Fiore’s second response. He wanted to see him again? Koby was unsure about this and an unsettled feeling swam around in his stomach. “Yeah right, if that’s even remotely true, I didn’t want to see you again anyway.” The idea was just laughable. Someone wanted to see Koby again for the second time? Fiore was probably one of those persistent people, the ones who thought that they could change a person by being in their presence…Maisie thought the exact same thing and it had been a while into their friendship, but Koby was still the same, and Fiore would definitely not be able to do that.

Slowly, he ran a hand through his hair, ruffling up the few strands at the back of his head, not really wanting to look at Fiore. Another eyebrow was raised, this time the opposite one as Fiore ‘risked the chance of being punched.’ Koby didn’t move from his space as Fiore moved a few steps forward towards him, he wanted to but then that would just make it seem as if the answer to Fiore’s question was a ‘yes.’ His checks sucked themselves inwards, a weird cold feeling running down his body once more as he heard that the boy would kiss him any other day. It may have seemed nice for someone else to hear it, but frankly, Koby had no idea why the boy would even want to kiss him again. He hadn’t returned the kiss, he didn’t seem exactly too eager to even move forward to Fiore, so why was this happening? Was his horrible attitude brining karma towards him and turning his life into a joke? He flinched against Fiore’s touch, slapping the hand away, harsher than intended to. “No! I’ve kissed a lot of people before!” The light pink flush against his cheeks obviously showed that he was lying, but hopefully Fiore wouldn’t be here for too long asking too many questions.

word count/ 637
thoughts/ HAHA, KOBY LOVES YOUR IMAGINATION XD

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? Why did people have to be so weird!? That was Fiore’s default thought when something or someone pissed him off which mind you, happened a lot. Having one of those ‘special’ tempers, as his mother put it, had its serious disadvantages. Not that Fiore was grumpy or in a foul mood most of the time but he didn’t require of much to set his nerves on edge. Mind you, it also worked the other way around: just as he got easily upset he easily calmed down thus making him seem like a bipolar bitch to some of his closest friends. No, Fiore wasn’t bipolar, he let the mental illnesses to his older brother and maybe to one of his sisters. He was the sane one, he was the normal one, he was the one who wouldn’t die in a shootout and he was the one that would bail the entire family out when they all got caught in their shady shenanigans. Oh dear, now it seemed like he wished his family got thrown in jail. Why was he thinking about his family anyway? Totally unrelated train of thought for the lose. Koby smacking his hand away was far from unexpected. Fiore pulled his hand back and held it against his chest, the slight sting from Koby’s smack wasn’t enough to leave him hurting but holding his hand back after being ‘scolded’ was some sort of natural reaction for Fiore that appeared since he was little when his mother smacked his hand whenever he tried to play with his father’s guns. It wasn’t enough to erase the slight smile from his face though. He so stole Koby’s first kiss. Somehow the thought was too amusing for Fiore. Never once he thought he’d be forcefully stealing someone else’s first kiss, even less from a guy who was hot enough to get as many kisses he wanted. Oh well, the attitude was what kept him virgin until now Fiore figured. Not that he was about to mention that aloud. “Of course you have…” Fiore said with a lopsided smile in an obvious condescending way. “You know I could’ve gotten that Luke guy from all of your messages to give you the phone back, but it didn’t seem like you like him that much anyway. Brother or something?” He asked, not really expecting a reply. “And the girls… eh you didn’t seem really close to them. For all I know they could’ve tossed your phone in their purses and forgot about it. And I did say already why I brought it myself. I wanted to see you and I obviously didn’t care you didn’t want to see me again.” Fiore shrugged finally letting his own hand fall back down. What to do now, what to do? The prospect of leaving was definitely not appealing, and the prospect of messing just a little bit more with Koby definitely beat all the other options. Well if this guy was going to end up hating him, he might as well give him a very good reason to do so. “You know, I wouldn’t mind stealing your second kiss which wouldn’t be the second one because you’ve obviously kissed a lot of people before.” He shrugged, still smiling and in a deceivingly relaxed position. At least he managed to learn something from his siblings: how to be deceiving. Taking a quick step forward he circled Koby’s naked torso with his left arm while his free hand went to grasp Koby’s wrist. Lifting him a few inches he walked back against the wall, pressing Koby’s back against it before lifting his face and pressing his lips against his again. Well, it was done, Fiore officially stole another of Koby’s kisses but this time he had to take a second to notice how soft koby’s lips were, and how warm his skin was. Now he’d probably get murdered, or maybe charged for sexual assault but meeeh, it was worth it! WORDS: 6602, TAGS: KOBY, NOTES: i couldn't stop him this time xD TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[koby asher mannix]

Destiny was never in Koby’s favour, it seemed as if it were always ready to just ruin him, to make him feel worse than he already did and it seemed to be doing a pretty radical job of that. Koby wasn’t one of those people who believed in destiny, fate and horoscopes. Yes, God he believed in but his faith had diminished so much that he didn’t even do much to do with faith and belief in God anymore. Back home in Australia, there wasn’t much of a strong belief in their own household, no one was forced to go to church, though Koby went nearly almost every time just to seem like a good kid. Koby was definitely the good kid of the family, albeit uptight and seeming like he never cared about anyone as well as being pretty much antisocial. Those were his three main disadvantages as a person, he didn’t mind though, a lot of people had disadvantages in their personality and those three things just happened to be his. Looking at Fiore, his disadvantages must have been talking too much, annoying people and acting like a kid most of the time.

Wasn’t Koby such an idiot? He had never blushed before in his life (not that he really knew of) and here he was! Blushing! In front of a boy who had stolen his first kiss! That was not meant to happen. It wasn’t supposed to just come out as if it owned his face and he knew, he just knew that Fiore was taking pleasure in watching Koby squirm for answers. The idea alone made Koby want to rip Fiore’s hair out and give him a big sucker punch to the face because if he didn’t do that, then Fiore would take so much pleasure in this entire situation and Koby wanted a little bit of amusement too. People would assume that the person you had your first kiss with would be a girlfriend or a boyfriend that you were with for a few weeks or months or so, but Fiore was nothing to Koby and yet they were kissing…well kissed, and once only and that wasn’t right.

His face turned immediately into a frown as Fiore spoke. Koby like him, but he didn’t like him either. He liked him because the boy knew how to mess with him, but he also hated him for the exact reason. He didn’t reply to the question about Luke, Fiore didn’t need to know Luke; no one needed to know Luke. Koby didn’t want another idiot coming in and messing up his brother’s life and he was going to make sure that a stop would be put to that. It was as if Fiore was doing anything and everything to get under Koby’s skin, to push himself deep down way under and crawl, each step making Koby feel as if there was some pervert running a hand feather like down his back. Now that was a horrible idea but it showed just how much Fiore annoyed him but still kept him slightly…entertained at the same time. (If you could even say that…)

Transparent sweat was forming just on his forehead, making him feel clammy and hot even though he wasn’t even wearing a top. Heart rate had increased, making him feel as if he were having palpitations. This was not natural, it was just a kiss, a second kiss, but Fiore didn’t have to know that. But Koby didn’t want a second kiss, not from Fiore especially, but the idea of a kiss was enticing him slowly. A mouth opened to protest, weakly might I add, as Fiore’s arm went around his waist and the other on his wrist. The cold of the wall made him shiver as he was pressed against it, and Koby felt far too short in Fiore’s arms. This wasn’t fair; he wanted control of this situation! As Fiore’s lips pressed against Koby’s for the second time, on their second meeting as well, Koby this time didn’t protest, but he didn’t move either. In fact…he had no idea what to do. Which was he supposed to move his mouth? Was he supposed to open his mouth? He had heard of tongues being used in kisses before but the idea freaked him out. The place where Fiore’s hands were, burned up his cool body. For that one second, Koby actually liked the kiss, but then he realized what he was doing and more importantly, whom he was doing it with. He pulled his mouth back forcefully. “Are you going to fucking kiss me every time we meet?” A hand went up to his mouth, wiping it roughly, as if trying to get rid of Fiore’s sweet lips from his mouth.

word count/ 795
thoughts/ I didn't mind at all! <3

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? Ok, he had done it, and he wasn’t in the floor bleeding to death? Something was wrong with this picture! Then again, Fiore wasn’t exactly well known for judging people on a deeper basis. Sure, most of the times he could figure them out in a superficial level, thus it was easy for him to get a good grasp of what things would upset Koby and act upon that. If he knew how to actually read people though he wouldn’t find himself being angry at people’s behavior as often as he did. He wasn’t angry this time, not even mildly upset, he was actually very surprised. Not even all the surprise of the world would make him lose his stance though, if he did his chances of getting kicked down the ground would increase exponentially. His arm was still securing Koby’s waist close to his body, their hips inches away from touching while his hand still held onto Koby’s wrist, albeit loosely now. The position was oddly comfortable, or at least it was for Fiore who didn’t have his bare back pressed against a cold wall. He was beginning to feel a little bit of the heat that was bothering Koby though, which could be easily blamed on the neat blue blazer he was wearing over his dress shirt. What? He may not have been a neat freak like his brother but Fiore didn’t go out of his house without dressing something elegant enough. His mother’s ‘you’re not a vagabond and you’re not dressing like one’ code stuck, even if he was considered the rebellious younger son. Fiore knew it wasn’t the blazer though, it was the proximity to Koby’s body what was beginning to bring his body heat up. Koby didn’t kiss back again, not that Fiore expected him to, but he could also feel it had been a tad different from last time. He didn’t exactly freeze like last time, or at least that’s what Fiore felt. In fact, he was pretty sure that if he had known how he would’ve kissed him back before realizing it was a mistake. Or well, that’s what Fiore wanted to think. As soon as Koby pulled back Fiore’s little smile settled back on his lips. A tint of amusement even reached his features, which was fairly noticeable especially considering how close they were. Fiore’s blue eyes settled on Koby’s lips for a second, just wondering what it would feel like if he had kissed back. It had all started like a game… alright, a game then a short period of regret and the urge to apologize but now it was back to a game. Fiore found it easy to mess with Koby and strangely satisfying at the same time. It wasn’t like him really, being picked on his entire life one would think he was against doing the same to others but here he was, pinning a boy to a wall and stealing kisses from him as if they were an overly tall girl and a short guy in elementary school. Pretty twisted if you thought about it… but gladly Fiore had Koby’s angry face to distract him from thinking about that. Koby’s angry gesture and following comment actually made Fiore laugh. Lately he felt like laughing or smiling at everything Koby said, even if it shouldn’t be amusing. It was funny, seeing Koby was the type of person that had a lot more chances of pissing Fiore off than actually making him laugh. “Is that an invitation for another meeting and a third kiss?” He grinned, pulling Koby’s body even closer and letting his clothed chest press against Koby’s bare one, the feeling of his heart beating against his own chest distracted him from his thoughts for a second but it wasn’t enough to make him forget what he wanted to say. “Because I certainly wouldn’t mind, even though I could just give you the third one right here.” Ok, he was really now testing his luck, or maybe he really just wanted to walk out of Koby’s place limping and with a bloody lip, which could be easily caused by Koby biting him as he made that day’s second approach to his lips. He didn’t kiss him again though; he merely brushed Koby’s lips with his own and released his wrist to let his hand join the other in the task of holding him close. Oh this situation’s potential for disaster was hard to calculate but Fiore was pretty sure it was pretty high. WORDS: 755, TAGS: KOBY, NOTES: ♥♥♥ TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[koby asher mannix]

So this was what kissing felt like…it was weird, to say in the least. Probably only because Koby had never kissed someone but slowly he was getting used to it, feeling Fiore’s own lips on his, feeling the strong heat radiating from both of their bodies and the way Fiore’s lips moved against his even if Koby’s own didn’t move at all. Was he getting used to the idea of kissing Fiore? No way! No way could he be getting used to that idea because it was just completely ridiculous. Stupid and annoying Fiore was already ruining his thoughts! The entire idea of Fiore and Koby was just ridiculous, and since Fiore had stolen his first kiss, it was pretty much obvious that Koby would feel some attachment towards him. He didn’t know why, but the first person in your life who stole your kiss (who should have been your boyfriend or girlfriend in the first place) always had a special place in your heart, it was jus something that seemed to happen. If you probably asked anyone, he bet that they could say who their first kiss was without any hesitance. But Koby didn’t want to tell any future children or grandchildren that his first kiss was by a boy who spontaneously kissed him by pushing him against a wall…sure it sounded fun and made Koby sound better than he usually was perceived as…maybe it was good then?

Senses definitely heightened up when you were kissing someone. For example, as well as Fiore’s lips crushed on his, he felt his body move closer to him (although Koby was sure that the boy was pulling him closer and it wasn’t Koby’s own body moving on its own accord). Fiore’s hand was still around his wrist and Koby wanted to move it out…but he didn’t. He was hoping though in his mind, that Fiore wouldn’t make fun of him for not kissing back, if this was a movie scene, Koby probably would have and then pulled back, claiming that it was just a ‘mistake’ or something along the lines. His head moved slightly back, into the wall as much as it could when their lips had parted, his eyes were slightly wide and he didn’t know what to say. Why did he keep finding himself in these situations? Noticing the smile on Fiore’s lips and the amusement, which reached his eyes, Koby almost scoffed in disgust. This was not what he wanted. Especially not with Fiore and he was pretty much sure that the boy would hold this over his head for a long while to come.

The laugh that escaped Fiore’s mouth resulted in Koby’s hand slightly clenching up and once again his jaw looked as if it were setting itself into stone. The words that soon followed even made him annoyed. Angry eyes stayed wide open as Fiore brushed his lips against his, and although the simple action made him want to shiver, Koby picked up his arm, pulled it backwards while pulling himself away from Fiore before extending his own arm hard and made a satisfying grin appear on his face when he felt his fist come into contact with Fiore’s face. He had no idea which section he had hit (although he was hoping for the eye), so when his fist was back by his side he took a look at Fiore to see which part of his face he was holding. “Don’t even bother.” Hah, where was Luke when you needed him? His younger brother wasn’t all so boring now was he?

word count/ 596
thoughts/ KOBY PUNCHED HIM!...WITH LOVE?

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? If his dearest mother could see him… oh she would certainly disown him! Spawning from a religious family had its disadvantages. While his mother loved her offspring unconditionally, Fiore knew she disliked most of the things they did. Not the mafia part of course. Mommy dearest was as part of the business as loving daddy was and like his brother Castor had mentioned a lot of times: ‘killing someone was ok when you spent the rest of the day praying for their soul’ in a rather mocking way. This though, pushing a stranger against a wall and stealing kisses from him, he was sure mom would deem his soul beyond salvation. Seeing Castor with that Tommy friend of his gave Fiore a random idea; their relationship was the reason why he had been kicked out of their older brother’s funeral. Well good thing Fiore was already branded as the ‘different’ one in the family and most of the times their mother didn’t have a say in what he did and he didn’t do. If she could see him right now though… picturing her face made Fiore smile again, the very same amused smile that seemed to piss Koby so much even though he had just received a punch in the face. The impact hadn’t hit his eye like Koby probably intended to. It reached his cheekbone which was close enough and it would probably have the same effect without leaving him blind. He was beginning to feel a very noticeable sting on his skin and lifting his hand he noticed the tiniest drop of blood coming out of the bruise that was forming in his pale features. Of course the punch was enough for Fiore to release Koby completely. He took a few steps back to examine his wound, not quite surprised at the action the other had taken. Hell, he would’ve punched himself after the first kiss! It had been what made Fiore curious about Koby in the first place though; he wanted to know how far he could get and this was the result of his prying. Covering the bruise with his hand, Fiore tried to ignore the numbing feeling that followed up. Oh that would hurt so bad in a few hours, not to mention all the explanations he would have to offer to Castor. His brother may have been pretty indifferent to his entire life but if there was something wrong with any sibling, the others would rush like a swarm of bees to protect each other. Oh well, he’d make something up. Looking back at Koby he took notice of the satisfied grin on his face and grinned back in turn. Letting his hand drop he wrinkled his nose a little and twisted his mouth from left to right and all over again, trying to assess the damage done to his face. “It wouldn’t be a bother.” He said calmly and still in a teasing tone, as if he hadn’t just been punched in the face. “But ok, this is what I wanted.” He chuckled, pointing lightly at the reddened area that was slowly but surely taking a purple-ish tone. “I was a dick, took away your lips’ virginity, and now you punched me. We’re even.” Really? This is what Fiore had intended all the time? To be honest he didn’t know but the result was strangely satisfying. He DID deserve the punch after all, in fact he deserved a little bit more than a punch but he wasn’t a fan of self imposed punishment so he would leave it like that. “So, do you forgive me now?” Fiore tilted his head, the smile on his face dropping the amused tint and winning a simple yet authentic air. Extending his right hand for Koby to shake, Fiore also lifted his left one in a sign of promise. “No more tricks, I swear.” Except maybe pulling Koby back close to him if he decided to take the hand haha! No, Fiore had learned his lesson, plus, he doubted Koby would accept the peace offering. WORDS: 648, TAGS: KOBY, NOTES: PUNCHES OF LOVE ♥ TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[koby asher mannix]

There was nothing wrong with being gay, or in simple words, liking someone of the same gender as yourself. But the way Koby was reacting it probably did seem like he thought there was something wrong, right? No, there really wasn’t, if there was something wrong with a person being gay, Koby would have probably already disowned his brother by now. His brother loved a guy named Artemis, so if he was here kissing Fiore and didn’t allow his brother to do the same with his boyfriend, he would be just a big hypocrite. No, there wasn’t anything wrong with being gay, but Koby didn’t know how his parents would react. Did they know about Luke and Artemis? Would their parents be upset if both their kids ended up being gay? They wouldn’t be able to produce grandchildren that looked like them…wait a minute, where did one kiss with a boy come in and turn him gay? He didn’t even know if he liked girls or boys yet! Of course there were moments when he felt strong emotions towards girls, but he never acted on them in fear.

The smile on Fiore’s face kept annoying him. He just got punched in the face and he was smiling? What was wrong with this boy? Why did he have to act the opposite way to what Koby thought he would do? It just made him angry and annoyed even ore. Was that still Fiore’s plan? To get under his skin and just annoy him until he exploded? Good thing for everyone right? But the few drops of blood that he could see coming from Fiore’s check (sadly not near to his eye) made it all seem worthwhile…sort of. He liked the fact that it was almost instantaneously changing colour and he also loved the fact that this was actually his first punch. His fist punch and kiss were used on the same person! The idea was very amusing indeed. At least Fiore did get what he deserved. To be honest, it was long over due and Koby was such an idiot for not using his fists in the first place.

Rolling his eyes at the grin that was placed on Fiore’s face, he made sure to keep a meaty distance between the both of them. Watching him check out the damage that had been done to his face, Koby wondered if he should get the boy some ice…yeah right! Koby had been the one to give him that, he wasn’t going to act all nice now and make sure the boy felt better; now that would have made him seem like an even bigger idiot. Lifting up and eyebrow, he just shook his head. This was what the boy wanted? “You were definitely a dick.” He muttered softly and looked at is extended hand with a fire in his eyes. Yeah right, like he’d even take the hand. He had commented enough on Koby’s lip virginity and had literally ruined these few weeks for him and all he wanted was a punch in return? He walked past Fiore and sat on the sofa, picking up his English book that he was assigned to read. “Shut the front door on you way out.”

word count/ 540
thoughts/ only for fiore!

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? Just like the punch was something Fiore had been waiting for, Koby’s rejection came as something ultimately expected. Sure, Fiore would’ve loved to see at least a hint of something other than a look of hate in Koby’s face but he couldn’t exactly ask for much. The idea of simply reaching forward and holding onto Koby’s hand flashed through Fiore’s head but you know, that would’ve just got him another demonstration of dislike from the writer. It’s not like this was the first time Fiore had been left with his extended hand and unwelcomed shake anyway. He would survive. Pulling back his hand Fiore didn’t quite bother to fake a hurt expression. Nah, he’d save the fakeness and the mocked feelings for others; so far painful truth seemed to be the way to get under Koby’s skin and while it may seem like a cruel hobby for someone (almost like burning ants with a magnifying glass) Fiore thought it as some sort of community service. Why? Well in his humble opinion Koby needed to get laid, and no, his plans didn’t include getting inside Koby’s pants (not yet at least) but he would entertain himself with the prospect of making Koby snap at least a couple times before leaving him in peace. It would either earn Fiore a few more punches or maybe even a restriction order (did they have those in France?) or Koby would learn to be a little bit more laid back and maybe he’d learn how to kiss correctly. It wasn’t that Fiore hadn’t enjoyed the feeling of Koby’s lips against his own but there was always room for some improvement, especially for someone like Koby who had kissed as many people as Fiore had fired guns, which was one and none had gone particularly well. Looking at his blood stained palm he lifted his hand again to make sure there was no more blood coming out of his cheek. Sure enough the wound had been small enough to let out a few drops but not dramatic enough to continue making a mess out of his face. He felt a few droplets dried against his skin though, which he wasn’t going to walk out with anytime soon. In fact, he didn’t plan to walk out anytime soon. Amusing much? Why yes thanks for asking. “You’re so rude, kissing people and then punching them, and THEN kicking them out.” Fiore chuckled, obviously joking considering the fact that he had been the one doing the kissing. “I need your bathroom.” He said with a demanding air that was oh so common in his family. It wasn’t a request for Koby’s bathroom, it was a semi-kind way to let him know that he’d be using his bathroom, whether he liked it or not. Walking past the sitting Koby he headed for the nearest door, much to his luck it was indeed the bathroom door. Glancing at himself in the mirror he tilted his head upwards slightly, to examine the wound before leaning down and letting the water run so he could wash his face and take away the blood with it. A second closer inspection let him know the previous red and purple hues were being replaced by a greenish tint. Why did he have to bruise so easily? He felt like a girl sometimes, but not even his sisters were as delicate as he was. “Ow Koby! Do you hit people as a hobby or something?” Fiore narrowed his eyes at his own image in the mirror, already thinking of what he could use as an excuse for the bruise. Oh well, he’d think of something… Walking out of the bathroom he again considered the option of leaving, and just like last time he discarded it quickly. He wasn’t done messing with Koby, not yet at least. “Oh and in my defense, you were a dick first. You still are by the way. Can I at least get some ice so I don’t walk out here looking like we’re in an abusive relationship and you smacked me for sleeping with someone else?” His arms were now crossed in front of his chest and the tiniest amused smile still played in his lips, apparently he would never be able to get rid of that one as long as Koby was around. WORDS: 717, TAGS: KOBY, NOTES: AW FIORE DOESN'T WANT TO LEAVE xD TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[koby asher mannix]

With the book in his hands, he slid down until just a bit of his back and head were against the sofa and his legs were propped up against the coffee table in front of him, one crossed over the other as he tried to block Fiore from his mind. But his mind wasn’t focusing on the book either. In fact, while he stared at the book, he was trying to understand what was going through the other boy’s mind. He was definitely not going to leave, Koby knew that by now because Fiore always seemed to do the opposite of whatever he asked him to do. It seemed as if Koby would have to do some sort of reverse psychology on Fiore unless the boy always did the opposite of everything or just went along with everything that Koby said…which he doubted. None of this mumbo jumbo would work at all because it seemed as if Fiore was the only person who was immune to Koby and his bitchiness.

No, his bitchiness was not related to the fact that he still had not been ‘laid’ as Fiore put it. He didn’t think at all that he needed to get laid, if it happened, it would happen. Sure, he wanted to know what if felt like, people younger than him already had gotten laid and here he was, an eighteen-year-old virgin. Some would think that he had a passion yearning inside of him to be let out, but really...he didn’t actually feel that passion yet. Maybe when Fiore had kissed him but only for a split second. He didn’t want to feel that yearning ever again unless it was with someone whom he really wanted. By then, he would probably have learned to kiss properly and would be an amazing person with his partner. He was excited for this part.

So when Fiore began to speak, exclaiming that Koby kissed him, Koby punched him and then Koby was kicking him out, he just gripped his book tighter, hiding his face behind the thick novel that had to have an essay done and dusted within two days. He didn’t reply to when Fiore said he needed a bathroom because Koby knew, even if he didn’t say anything, the boy would go; he definitely wasn’t going to leave and it still annoyed him but for some reason it was slightly comforting to have someone apart form himself and his brother in the house. Not that Luke was in the house, otherwise the older brother would have come out ages ago and embarrassed Koby for actually having a friend that he had the pleasure of meeting for the first time. Koby didn’t want that.

Eyes still on the book, he stood up from his seat, stretching himself for a second or so, getting p onto his tiptoes until he heard a satisfying click between his bones and walked to the kitchen, heating up a left over pizza from the night before. The countdown began from a minute while Koby settled himself against the counter, rolling his eyes when Fiore kept speaking. Did the boy never shut up? He was just like Luke; talking at every chance, trying to either insult him or get under his skin all the time; it was annoying to live with a brother like his. By the time Fiore escaped from the bathroom, his pizza was hot and ready to go, opening the little door to the microwave, he pulled his pizza out, not caring about how hot it was; he knew he was going to burn his hand. Midway towards a bite, he looked at Fiore as he asked about ice.

He scoffed. Opening the bottom part of the refrigerator, he got out one ice cube, just one and then chucked it at Fiore. “That’s the only one.” Picking up his plate once more that had been settled on the counter just before his throw, he walked towards his bedroom, shutting the door with a slam to make sure that Fiore wouldn’t follow.

word count/ 675
thoughts/ poor fiore! bad koby! he's being so rude!

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? Fiore’s behavior was beginning to rage in the stalkerish spectrum. He wasn’t going to obviate the fact but his newly found source of amusement: Koby, was way too entertaining to let some petty thought stop him. Plus, after good five seconds of thinking Fiore couldn’t come up with a convincing excuse for his bruise and if he couldn’t come up with one in such a short notice stand a chance to pass his brother’s scrutinizing gaze. He didn’t want Castor to know he almost got the punch on purpose mainly because he knew the older writer would do something about it; and you know… having your mafia brother do something about your punched face was romantic and all but it just couldn’t end well. He’d have to find a place to stay now. It was easier to slip a lie through a text message than having to face his dearest sibling. He could very well ask Ike… or maybe he’d be annoying enough and crash at Koby’s couch. Hahaaaa yeah right. When the ice cube was tossed at him Fiore fidgeted to catch it. “Man, you’re so cheap.” He snorted while walking inside the kitchen and grasping a cloth to cover the ice with. Pressing it against his bare skin would cause some unnecessary burns and he didn’t want to make up an explanation for those as well. The smell of pizza distracted Fiore from throwing another comment at Koby on how much he doubted it was the only ice cube in the entire house, even if it was Fiore doubted Koby would be kind enough to hand it over. The smell of food made Fiore realize he hadn’t had anything to eat yet and by now he was supposed to be sitting in front of the table, maybe eating what his brother’s boyfriend decided to cook. When Koby added the cherry on top of the rude pie by slamming the door of his room Fiore couldn’t help but laugh again. Walking towards the bedroom door he pressed his back against the wood, his gaze lost in the wall in front of him, ice cube secure against his cheekbone as he tried to ignore the numbing and almost refreshing sensation that came from the cold cube. His other hand was loosely wrapped around his own waist, a nonchalant yet comfortable position that would allow him to mess with Koby just a little bit more. “Honey… come out, we’re not done arguing yet~” He said, his voice dripping amusement as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. “Are you going to make me sleep in the couch again? Come on, I miss you already!” Alright, now Fiore was just being a dick. He didn’t expect Koby to respond much to his provocations though, if anything Fiore guessed he’d be calling the cops soon. “Come out, come out—" he chanted, “—otherwise I’m just going to camp here until you come out and give me a goodbye kiss.” Fiore grinned, still with his eyes closed and his back rested against the door in a comfortable matter. Koby wasn’t going to open the door, Fiore was pretty sure of it so there was no risk of him falling back. “Actually, let’s do something. Come out and tell me to my face that you didn’t like that second kiss, not even the tiniest bit and I’ll leave you alone forever.” Fiore’s overly smug behavior could prove to be a weakness in this situation. He was very sure, or at least wanted to think, that Koby wasn’t entirely indifferent to him. Well, he obviously wasn’t indifferent, he hated Fiore but he was thinking other type of indifference. And if in the end there was nothing for Fiore to pick at or have fun with he would just move on and maybe write a song about this another day~ WORDS: 645, TAGS: KOBY, NOTES: 8DDD TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION