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As Adrian padded back into town the night after the beach party, he had a vague hope that this time, he'd manage to make it into the shop before someone caught him shifting back to human and he ended up bare-ass naked in front of yet another Siren Cove resident.

At this point, he thought, he might as well just strip down and run through the center of town, get seen by everyone at once and save himself the worry.

He'd tried last night to cut the naked probability down by stripping and shifting at the edge of the forest, leaving his clothes there but when he'd checked the spot just now, his clothes had been gone. Kids pranking, someone liked the look of his jeans, whatever.

It was done and he stood at the door to his shop, took a look over his shoulder, and shifted back to human.

Open to anyone, but mainly for Kat and Anna. Find Adrian shifting, or just stop by the shop later in the day and say hi.

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From:

bachjones

"Warning ..yeah, maybe? Some people just don't sound good, but usually I'm too thick to pick up the warning. And songs change as well of course, it's not like I'm looking into someone's head or something."

Bach wasn't blind for the shift in Alfie's interest. "It depends on what I ask of them, Alf. Money, care, sex, just for them to shut up and leave ..I don't need much else. I'm not a fighter."

From:

alfiehaywood

He nodded, “Sorry to ask so many questions. Arkie was not home to people with abilities and I just like learning about it. Plus I don’t really know many Sirens. Everyone seems to be a witch.” Alfie would have asked a lot of questions, did emotions vary the song, were some people louder. If he could just hope into Bach’s head for a few minutes, he’d probably understand it better. But that wasn’t an option, obviously.

“So no matter what, they’ll do it. Even if they don’t want to.” Part of him wanted to look down on that, he could only imagine what would happen if there were Sirens out there abusing their skills. Forcing people into situations. But then he was sure most of them wouldn’t. He paused for a moment before tilting his head, “Show me.”

From:

bachjones

"If I don't want to give any answers I keep my mouth shut, Alf. Is Alf okay, or Alfie always forever?"

He shot him a crooked grin. "I never met someone not cooperative, but it's not like I do crazy things, I've never gone - no, wait. One time I told a guy that wouldn't take no for an answer to walk into the sea and stay for a while. But that was just one time, I usually only go where there is potential."

"So are you sure?"

From:

alfiehaywood

“…I can cope with Alf.” Sure it made him think of old men, but then his full name of Alfred was typically an older person name. His Mom chose it after getting overly into the UK Monarchy, which was a whole different tale. Had he have not liked his name though, he could have gone by Joshua.

Alfie silently raised an eyebrow at the mention of the man in the sea. Presumably it didn’t end too badly; otherwise Bach would not have brought up the tale. At least he assumed so. “As long as you don’t try and drown me, I am 100% sure. And I think I trust you, so bring it.”

From:

bachjones

"As long as you're happy with it. I mean, you're so incredibly ..not-threatening and not-annoying and a lot of other things that I would judge everyone setting out to anger or hurt you. You're fine with me saying that, right?"

Bach closed his eyes for a second to catch the man's song. It was silent in a smooth, caring way. Like an undercurrent of cuddles. "I'm going to grab your wrist in case you are some magical black hole or something and I have to catch you, okay? Nothing bad ever happened, but we're in Siren Cove now."

"And to prevent you from jumping my bones, of course", he winked. Bach found a little catch of intimacy in Alfie's song, a soft need for being held and cherished, and gently took it, softly starting his song.

From:

alfiehaywood

Honestly unsure quite what to say in reply, Alfie nodded his head. Mostly flattered though and thusly a little pink in the cheeks. Compliments were lovely, but he’d always been easily embarrassed by them.

“Ok,” Alfie replied as Bach took hold of his wrist. As the other started to latch onto his song, it felt a little like being lowered into a warm bath. As if he was being surrounded by something warm and comforting. Describing exactly what it felt like to be under the Siren song spell was difficult though. Mainly because it was like his mind had gone hazy, only able to focus on one thought train. Rather than the general undercurrent of random thoughts, he focused in on Bach’s words.

Letting out a slight hum of unfocused agreement, he moved closer. A sudden desire to be a lot nearer to the other man. Tilting his head, he stepped forward to cover the space so that they were finally just touching. Pressing his nose against the side of the other’s jaw, he nuzzled closer as his nose traced over the pulse point. The wrist being held, he twisted a little so his fingers could run his thumb across Bach’s wrist. Finally letting out a content sigh.

From:

bachjones

It never got old.

Bach put his other arm around Alfie's waist and squeezed it, looping another chorus of soft and come closer and touch through his song. "Isn't all this much nicer?"

It was tempting to go deeper, become a little bit more aggressive, but if Alfie told him he trusted him, Bach wasn't going to mess that up. He had little enough people around him as it already was. Instead he skipped a few seconds to a hum low in his throat and tipped Alfie's head back to meet the man's mouth with his.

Edited Date: 2014-09-05 07:29 pm (UTC)

From:

alfiehaywood

“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured in reply to Bach’s question. Physically unable to get much closer but feeling the urge to find a way to. The Siren’s charm intoxicating in every sense.

As soon as Bach pressed their lips together, his mind burst into pulses of want and a feeling of being soothed. Fulfilling the words intertwining with something much more naturally Alfie. One hand moved to cling to the fabric of Bach’s jacket, his other moving up to cup the back of the other’s head. Nails scrapping lightly over Bach’s scalp as he returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm.

From:

bachjones

So. Good.

Bach felt a peace settle over them, a feeling that he couldn't find anywhere else. It wasn't just that Alfie was willing, eager and welcoming, it was that he felt complete when something like this happened.

But he didn't want to push his luck and he didn't know how much Alfie would take away from this. Sometimes people were disappointed, sometimes they were exhausted or just needing more. He untied the knots he had created and let the hum die in his throat.

"Alfie." He squeezed his wrist. "I don't want to overwhelm you, man."

From:

alfiehaywood

The best analogy to be used was that it was like a bucket of cold water being thrown over him. Alfie’s mind scrambling to fully catch up with everything that had just happened. Although he made no attempt to move, he stared at Bach for a few seconds with wide eyes. It probably looked comical, with the heavily flushed cheeks.

The sudden lack of soothing warmth was a discomfort, and he couldn’t help wanting that feeling back. But on the flip side there were larger questions buzzing around his head. Was it the spell caused the almost butterfly feeling or…?

“Hmm,” Alfie agreed, trying to maintain eye contact but accidentally allowing his eyes to flick down to Bach’s mouth. Before quickly forcing them to look back up.

From:

bachjones

"Okay, man?"

Bach was cold. This was why he usually let it follow up by sex, sex came with warmth. Now he felt his body warmth drain from him.

"Been a while since I did that. And I'm just a bastard, think of the damage a siren could do. Probably doesn't need the song, I guess.. you have a sweet mouth, Alf."

From:

alfiehaywood

“Yeah, I’m good,” he replied, suppressing a slight shiver at the cold that was settling into his bones. Maybe someone had actually chucked a bucket of water over him. His hand that had been clenched in Bach’s jacket, released and his arm dropped to his side. With the other, he quickly smoothed down Bach’s hair where his fingers had ruffled the strands.

If it was possible for Alfie’s blush to darken, then it would have. Instead he chose to focus on the previous portion of the statement. “You’re not a bastard – and I imagine most Sirens don’t… Most people have morals.”

From:

bachjones

"I am, only half siren. The other part.. depends on the people you talk to."

He smiles when Alfie tries to fix his hair. "Relax, it's always a mess. And morals.." He takes another step back. "I think it's all about not doing to others what you don't want to experience yourself. And you're a careful guy, I'm not going to tell you to undress in public."

From:

alfiehaywood

“Don’t be so negative about yourself.” Alfie stated before adding with a slight grin, “And thanks for not having me strip naked – I think Siren Cove probably had enough of that for the day. And I’m suddenly feeling pretty chilly with my clothes on too.”

Alfie pulled out his mobile and tapped a quick memo into his phone. “I’m going to go and make some posters to see if there are any leads on Cinderella. Maybe someone has seen her around or something.” Shoving the phone back in his pocket, he paused for a moment, “I’m only downstairs. You know that you’re always welcome if you want, right? Don’t suffer in silence and all that.”

“So I’ll see you soon.” He grinned, taking a small step back before pausing for a moment. Alfie breathed out an almost silent ‘fuck’, stepping to cover the gap. He spoke quietly, “I just need to test something,” and kissed Bach again.

From:

bachjones

"I'm not negative about me, that's just -"

Usually it was the other person after some singing that ended up confused, but Bach was pretty sure that he was very unsure about a lot of things right now. "O-kay?"

The kiss at least gave him something to enjoy in a sea of confusion. "Alfie, what the - what are you testing, exactly? Because I could do that again."

From:

alfiehaywood

He didn’t really plan on going into any level of detail. Alfie was already relatively surprised at himself for actually following through with the thought; rather than letting it flow straight back out his mind and being half way down the road. “Just… running a… comparison.”

Thankfully his cheeks had remained red and thusly wouldn’t show a new blush. After all, he didn’t want to share the outcome of the unofficial experiment. “I. Um.” He bit his bottom lip a little nervously.

From:

bachjones

Bach cocked an eyebrow. "You've been kissing other sirens without telling me?"

From:

alfiehaywood

Alfie let out a small huff of air, “Not at all. I’m not comparing you to other people. I’m not… not under now.” He trailed off hoping he didn’t have to explain further.

From:

bachjones

Bach crossed his arms. "What are you doing, exactly, Alf? You look more confused than I feel right now. Something I need to know about?"

From:

alfiehaywood

Swallowing, Alfie simply replied, “I don’t know. I have to go… I’ll see you soon, ok. I’m gonna go make those posters.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he gave a weak smile before walking off in the opposite direction.