Fantasy Everything Unsaid

[WrittenHollowness]

One x One


undercovernoob/RedInkKid


eh...let's get this started.
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Davin pulled up to the 'Baha Shack'--as the brochure called it-- with his favorite song blaring. His pupils were the size of car tires and he was feeling really good. He cut the engine, singing the rest of the chorus to himself. "Oh girl..." he hummed as be entered the beatiful house, obtained by their own cash.


He walked through the house, taking account of the two le snobs in the kitchen. As soon as he came across River, he brightened up. "Hello, love." he smiled, not hugging her due to sweat. "Should I throw something together for snackies?" He asked, hs european accent peeking out past his americanized phonetics. Mid conversation, he threw his bags into the room closest to the kitchen.


He had plans to party that night, and that would involve a lot of munchie food. Without waiting for an answer, he entered the kitchen, with debbie cakes on his mind.


Davin opened every cabinet in the kit hen, taking out various ingredients on a whim. He heated up a pan, adding in fresh ground meat that he'd seasoned for nachos. He also wrapped various chicken parts in bacon before battering and frying them. Finally, he collected a bunch of chocolate bars and mamarshmallow filling, along with a gram cracker crust to make a smores pie. "I'm probably not done, but this is as much food as I can make...for now." He said out loud. "Does anyone wanna help me? I'll give you a treat." He chuckled, eyeing the taller snob lustfully.

 

[ROUX]

Will peered out of the helicopter, surveying the ground below as they flew closer and closer. His father turned in his seat to shout something to him over the noise, and he turned to glare back.


The teen had refused to communicate with his family ever since the decision to buy the island was made. He might not have had a choice on whether to come here, but he wouldn't lay down and take it. His parents had even had the nerve to ship his luggage over early-he got to them just in time to remind them to pack the black Armani suit, not the silver one.


He stepped off after they'd landed, popping the collar of his crisp white polo shirt, and a scowl etched into his face. The only bag he'd bothered to take himself, a black backpack full of swimming gear, was slung over his shoulder. He scanned the area, his eyes quickly drawn to the house. He thought the place was nice, posh in a laid back manner, but his expression remained disinterested. Not bothering to say goodbye to anyone, he stormed across the ground and shoved pulled open the door to the house. The smell of smoke hit him, and he scrunched his nose in irritation. He had looked every single one of the others online, gaining as much information as possible. Not that there was much he actually cared about- with the exception of Vincent- half of them were screw ups or criminals, or both. He didn't know how he was going to stomach living with these...hoodlums.


"God, can you not read?!" He narrowed his grey green eyes at the focus of his irritation, gesturing pointedly to the no smoking sign. Coughing and shaking his head, he set off for his room, throwing open the door and shutting it behind him - hard.


His suitcases were side by side in a corner, and he went for them to inspect if anything was missing. Once satisfied, he explored the room, recoiling in horror as he saw the closet space. It was stupid to expect a walk in closet for every room, but still...where was he supposed to fit all of his clothing? He formerly had a room dedicated entirely to shoes, and now he had to deal with this.


Will sighed, and flung himself onto the bed, pulling out his phone to complain about his predicament on twitter- only to realize he couldn't. Cursing, he shut it off, tossing it aside. At least now that his lungs were clear of filth, he could begin concentrating on the important things.


After a few minutes of meticulously arranging his belongings in his room, he headed back out the door holding what might be the world's most confusing looking coffee machine. He traveled down the hall, passing through the living area and heading for the kitchen.


Placing it in prime position in a space on the counter, he proceeded to hook it up, pushing a strand of hair ban into place as he caught his reflection in one of the metal panels.


Satisfied with his locks, glanced toward the sound of the deep accented voice as he leaned a hip against the counter. Will looked him up and down, nose twitching in distaste as he surveyed the man's appearance. As annoyingly good looking as the German was, he obviously didn't have much of a fashion sense...that or he just didn't care. Will wondered what had gotten him sent here...


"Whatever. Not like I have anything else to do at the moment," he said sourly.

 

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"Cool by me." Davin replied to the stranger, then turned back to the various food items on the counter. He began heating pans, chopping things and throwing them into the fire. "What's your name, beautiful?" he asked, with his accent flaring as his heart-rate speed up. "Do you know how to do anything other than boil water?" he asked, smirking. The German man turned mid-slice of a jalapeno pepper. He started walking to the smaller man, who hadn't said anything else as of yet. His eyes were bigh and glassy, an effect of something "special" he'd had before coming into the kitchen. He smirked. "You are gonna be my little helper. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it." He said in a pretty husky tone. He then took the man by the hand and brought him over to the stove. "Start whisking the cheese and jalapenoes like this." He purred, standing behind him and guiding his hands gently.

 

[ROUX]

Will's first instinct was to argue, but whatever he had been planning to say left his brain the moment their hands touched. He let himself be dragged to the stove. The tips of his ears turned red as the other man's chest brushed his back, and he moved away instinctively. He did as he was told, and glanced backwards as he did so. He wasn't comfortable with this at all, and he could practically feel the man's heat.


"I'm your helper not your slave. And I'm Will...hopefully you're not too high off your ass to remember it," he said, noticing the state of the eyes that were trained on him. He shuddered, though not entirely out of disgust, as he let his hands be guided. "What's yours, if I may ask?"

 

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"I'm Davin...we'll make sure you get well versed in my name." He chuckled, pressing harder against him and nuzzling his neck. The man smelled sweet, like vanilla and coffee beans. Apparently, Will's favorite drink was coffee, and while it didn't give him the rush that other things did he wouldn't mind taking this fellow out to get some. Davin smiled, moving to turn the browned meat, then drain it. He glanced at his helper, whose face seemed particularly shocked at the fact that Dav was so forward. He liked the way Will's ears turned pink in embarrassment.


'I don't know if its me or the drugs, but I want him.' He thought, placing the meat in a bowl and preparing the oil for the chicken. He then grabbed some cream and poured it in a pot, letting it sit and begin to boil.

 

[ROUX]

'He's out of his goddamned mind,' Will thought irratatibly, though while doing the job he'd been assigned. He'd wanted to tell the man to back the hell off, but Davin's close proximity had rendered him speechless. Most regular people wouldn't have dared to approach him in such a way, for fear of a scathing comment and blatant rejection...unless, of course, they had something he wanted.


A loud and embarrassing announcement interrupted his thoughts, broadcasting their earlier position in the kitchen, and making Will blush even harder. He was way out of his comfort zone, and his mind was practically screaming at him to do something about it. Usually, he would have, but then e decided that a spiteful interjection would only anger the people he had to spend the next here months with. He pushed the mixture to Davin after he was finished, trying not to seem as ruffled as he felt, before backing away. "I think...that's good..." He muttered, before heading out the doorway to the hallway, deciding to walk to the beach and try to get his head straight.


He stripped his shirt off the moment his shoes sunk into the sand, eyeing the blue water with purpose.

 

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Davin frowned as the man left. He really enjoyed touching him for some reason. He went back to cooking, starting to chop the vegtables. All of his friends were supposed to be arriving today, save for the rich kids that arrived on their own accord. He idly thought about how they'd known his I'm uncultured hag...including William. He was obviously into him, but that could wait for later. He had to get the food done first, and then he could party.


Dav began to get lost in the haze and smell of his concotions. Most were created on the edge of munchies, but they all had a quality of high cuisine. "I am awesome." He sighed as he finished the last few dishes and let them simmer. He then stripped his pants, laying them on a chair. It wasn't like he was naked. His trunks were blue and white, and his skin was itching for some water. Davin exited the kitchen, out into the brightness of the day. He saw Will out near the water, glistening from the mist of the sea. "Hey!" he called out, running toward his current crush.

 

[ROUX]

Will have waded in about waist deep, uncaring that his shorts were completely soaked. He sighed as a wave barreled toward him, smacking against his abdomen as he put his hands above his head and stared up into the sun through his glasses, enjoying the light breeze. True, he was stuck here against his will, but he figured he could make do. As long as he kept a handle on his temper, and didn't think of the million unread twitter updates, he'd be ok. Or at least until he had heard the voice yelling for him on the beach.


He scowled, turning around slowly, pushing his sunglasses up I in his hair as he squinted across at Davin. "Do you need something?" He said, knowing exactly how bitchy he sounded. True, he was more than a little wary of the man, but he to keep up appearances. He turned back around, deciding to try and ignore him, hoping the German would get the hint.

 

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Davin waded out into the water until he was able to get beneath the surface. He swam all the way to Will, wrapping his legs aroungd the man and popping back up. While silently thanking the stars that he worked his abdomen like a hound, he smiled at the man. "I don't need anything. Not yet anyway." THe waves weren't so horrible, so the duo sat like that in the water. By the time it'd occurred that Dav hadn't even known if the man swung his way it was too late to care. "I wanna know about you." he whispered in Will's ear in a way that made a blush crawl up his own skin.

 

[ROUX]

Startled by the man's legs wrapping around his waist, Will automatically brought his hands up to Dav's sides, preventing him from falling back, while accidentally pulling their chests closer.


"About me? I...Why?" He blinked, shivering from Davin's warm breath in his ear. The man's lack of clothing was very noticeable, and in spite of himself, his eyes roamed the German's muscular body of their own accord. What was wrong with him? He never faltered when he spoke, and he usually never had problems blocking people out. Especially people he deemed to be beneath him. But for some reason, the socialite was oddly drawn to Davin.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Because," Davin began, his voice sweet and rough at the same time, "I want to need you--for some odd reason." And it was true. The draw that this man had was stronger than any drug Dav had ever taken. He wanted to spend days with this man. And he could feel that Will felt the same. Even if the snob didn't know it himself. "Just give me a chance. I'm goning to touch you like this--a lot. I can't help it, sweetheart. But, I will never harm you or force you to do anything. We can go at whatever pace you deem necessary. But, as for me? Well...I just know." His eyes stared into the ones of the man he'd just confessed himself to. This was not love...yet. Davin couldn't say what it was exactly. He just knew that is was absolute and definitely real.

 

[ROUX]

"You're insane. or high....probably both," Will snapped halfheartedly, though he didn't exactly pull away. Instead he studied the blush that was making his was making its way across Dav's face. "I don't know you. I don't even like you. So what makes you so certain that I'll give you that chance?" He his gaze returned to Davin's as he raised a brow expectantly, his stare not exactly as challenging as it was interrogating. Despite the mental warnings, he was curious as to what the man would respond with. He realized, that their faces were only mere inches away. And anyone who happened to survey the situation would certainly get the wrong idea...though he had no aversion to dating either men or women, he preferred his relationships to be kept quiet. Mostly because they weren't legitimate relationships.

 

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Davin sighed, having explained that he wanted to work hisa way into the man's heart. That, in and of itself, was a testament to how far he was willing to go for the man. So, instead of speaking any further, Dav just leaned forward and kissed Will. Sparks would even be to brief to describe the feeling he got from the action. It was almost soul moving, even if not the most explicit of lip-locking. And, it was in that moment that Davin knew he'd done this before.

 

[ROUX]

Will's hand snaked around Davin's head to make a fist in his hair, pressing his mouth closer to the smaller man's in a heated battle for dominance. Oddly enough, he surrenders his oh-so-precious control for a few moments, letting the German explore, sending waves of pleasure through Will's body. It was addictive. He was addictive. Will wanted his man, wanted his touch, wanted to drag his fingernails in a bloody path down the man's glistening chest-


F**k.


Will shoved Davin off, fear gripping his heard as he pushed the gruesome thoughts from his mind, not even caring as the other man tumbled into the water. His eyes were wide with the horror of what he'd wanted to do, or rather, what it would have led to as he backed up.


"Just...stay away from me," Will stammered, fleeing back to the beach and retrieving his clothing. He needed...to be alone. Or else, he was going to hurt someone, and he'd much rather hurt himself. No matter how pissed off he was about the island situation. That kiss had done something to him, and he couldn't tell if it was a good or bad feeling. Either option could be deadly...

 

[WrittenHollowness]

The hurt in Davin's eyes was overshadowed by the resolve. He'd given in--even if for a moment. That's all it'd taken for Davin to be sure that he wanted the man. As he waded in the water alone again, he began to form a plan to obtain his heart.


(timeskip to nighttime?)

 

[ROUX]

Will sighed, balancing the bass over his legs as he tuned the heavy instrument. He'd gotten himself under control earlier, though the walls of his room were considerably marked up from various sharp things. He had ventured out into the party a bit later before retreating back to his room, deciding that beer pong was not worth his time, and taking refuge with his guitar. His hair was a mess - at least according to him - but he didn't have the energy to fix it. Two empty coffee cups lay at his feet as he finally got the string to the pitch of his liking. The caffeine from earlier had nearly erased Davin from his mind, but the the kiss still lingered in the back of his thoughts.

 

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Davin sat on his bed, ears ringing from the amount of smack in his veins. It almost made him forget about his encounter with Will that day--almost. He stood up and wobbled, the high sending him off balance and stumbling to the door. His bright green eyes flickered from one place to another as he made his way through the hallway. 'Well, there goes my plan.' he thought as he slumped down next to someone's room door. Dav then began to thump his head against the wood, tears flowing from his eyes. "He wouldn't love me," the man whispered to himself, "I'm a bottom-feeding addict. Who would ever--" the sentence went unfinished as he choked down a sob. His true colors would always seem to come up when he'd had too much.

 

[ROUX]

He had almost gotten the last verse of the song correct, before his concentration was interrupted by loud benign on his door.


"What do I have to do to get a little QUIET around this prison?!" He growled to no one in particular. He got up, holding the bass like a club in his right hand as he crossed the room to the door. He piled it open, ready to snap at the cause of the noise, but instead looked down on confusion as the man fell brought the doorway.


"Oh great. The addict. There's only one thing you could possibly want, and I'll have you know I don't do..."


He stopped, taking note of the man's current emotional state. He'd expected the pot headed appearance...but not the tears, and he stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

 

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Davin lay on the ground, face up at the very person he happened to be crying over. So much for suffdering alone. "Quit being so damn judgemental."he spat, even though he'd forgiven the man's comments as they fell from his lips. "Davin looked around Will's room. Even from the awkward angle and surges of speed blurring his vision, he could make out what looked like claw marks on the walls. "What happened here? Got in a fight with your nail-clipper?" he asked the man, managing a chuckle or two.

 

[ROUX]

"None of your damn business. As for being judgmental...I'm usually right," he replied, putting the guitar down and leaning on the top. He didn't bother to close the door, since Davin was in the way anyway, though he did make a mental note to himself to hide the evidence later. Will sighed, looking down at the man curiously as he plucked at a string. "Next time you decide to have an 'emotional schoolgirl' moment, could you refrain from banging against my bedroom door? I'm trying to practice." He gestured to the guitar pointedly, before dropping his hand to his side. "Why are you bawling anyway? I thought people like you enjoyed being high...?"

 

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"There are times when I over expose myself." Davin sighed, sitting up. He dusted off his shirt and turned toward Will with a sneer on his face. "You must really hate me. You obviously can't even bare my presence without disdain." Dav walked into the room and plucked the guitar from underneath the man's chin. "Ah, you play the lute?" he asked, pointedly avoiding the scowl he could feel being given. "You devil, you. I love musicians." he added, plucked each of the strings lightly, an small "plink" noise coming out each time he did.

 

[ROUX]

"The Lute. What are you, from two thousand BC?" William scoffed, resisting the urge to snatch the electric instrument away, but hooding not to as to not to endanger the Bass itself.


"It's a bass. Ok? And if you break it, I will seriously kill you."


He wasn't exactly joking. He sank down on the bed,realizing Dav went going to leave.


"If I let you stay, are you going to try and molest me again?"

 

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Davin scoffed, setting the bass back down as gently as he could manage. "I promise not to touch you unless you let me. Okay?" he laughed, sitting back on the bed. "Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat if you are." he offered. The fact that he used the word lute seemed to unnerve the man more than anything else. While it set off a red flag in his head, Dav paid no mind to the altercation.

 

[ROUX]

"Food bribery...very classy," he said, leaning back against the headboard after retrieving his instrument and playing the first 3 Days Grace song that popped into his head.


"Right. Are you going to tell me why you were bawling your eyes out earlier, or are you going to just awkwardly stare?"


Will was in no mood to be nice, as portrayed by his words.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"I was being self hateful." Davin explained in as simple of a way as he could. "By the way, I like that song." He noted, rolling his eyes. "So, why are you here? What has you trapped on this pathetic island with people you don't even really know?" he asked in a very candid fashion.