Caution, softcore nfsw. It's just kissing.

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Panting softly, Cronus was also rather red in the face as he wiped at his mouth and took a step back to get off stage. They were doing gang interaction that would take up a good chunk of time since this was all group stuff. So for the time being that he had to kill, the man ran off stage and dashed for the middle row to run to the bathroom in hopes no one would follow him.

Not that they would anyway because who cared about Cronus?

Kurloz. Kurloz did. Though he was dazed, had unfortunately seen Cronus booking it.

Everything in him screamed at him to ignore the guy, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He wasn't particular sure why he felt so concerned.

He sighed and growled. Fuck this. While everyone was moving around into the formations that both Miss D and Dirk were instructing them into, he slipped away to follow Cronus. He followed him into the bathrooms, being quiet as ever. Why was he doing this? Cronus was right, why should he even care? He hated this guy; they were enemies, both off stage and on.

As Cronus shut the door and slid to the floor, he pulled his knees to his chest and leaned his head back against the tile wall to close his eyes with a sigh. What the fuck was he doing with himself? Had that been acting or a hunch he had been following for one reason or another?

The door opened, and Kurloz popped his head in. "Cronus?" he asked, his deep voice reverberating off the walls, "You okay?"

The Ampora just about jumped out of his skin, hitting his head back against the tile as he jerked and gave a hiss, rubbing at the back. "Jesus fuckin' Christ did ya have to do that?!" he snapped, looking up at Kurloz with a glare before heaving a sigh and resting his head on his knees. "I'm fine okay? I just needed peace and quiet, might actually get fucking lucky enough to actually sleep for once." he sighed. "What are you doing in here anyway, Chief? What the hell do you care? Or do they need me on set again?" He wasnt going to lie that it was both strange and somewhat endearing that Kurloz would follow him to the bathroom just to check up on the guy. Especially considering that he looked like shit and reeked of smoke, a habit Cronus had been trying to break for years.

"Might as well take a seat if youre going to stick around." He scooted over to give Kurloz room.

Kurloz cleared his throat and slipped to the floor next to Cronus. "Okay yeah, I hate you. Not gonna lie there, but I'm human enough to care about someone's well being and well, you look like shit."

He sighed and rubbed his face. "Did you actually lose sleep over me or did you pull an all nighter to memorize your lines? Apparently four years here didn't teach you that that's a bad idea," he smirked.

Cronus actually laughed at that, the sound ringing around the tiles of the bathroom and it was the first key clue that Cronus could sing as the harmonic note echoed. "Why the hell do ya wanna know? I lost sleep for one reason or another, 's not a big deal. Wouldn't be the first time an' won't be the last time, you know that more than anyone, Kurloz. You've known me longest," he said with a shake of his head an a half grin. It was almost nice seeing a more gentle expression on his face that wasnt a shit eating smirk. It made him look...cuter.

Kurloz shook his head, staring at the wall. He remembered the kiss and licked his lips. He could still taste him. He tasted like cigs but for some reason that didn't repel him as much. He smoked far worse than what the other did, anyway.

"Besides," Cronus continued, "I'm stubborn, four years here plus all of high school taught me pullin' all nighters can either save your ass or fuck ya over but it's me, come on. I'm an idiot sometimes, not gonna lie." But Cronus sighed anyway, which turned into a yawn as he closed his eyes again, actually beginning to fall asleep with the combination of calming company (what a surprise) and the heat that Kurloz was giving off. It was actually pretty nice.

Kurloz raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, I know. Stubborn as fuck. But still cute." Shit, did he say that out loud? Better cover that up. "I mean, hah, you think you're cute, but you're kind of an asshole." An attractive asshole.

Cronus almost choked and looked over at Kurloz like he was crazy, quirking a brow.

"You okay there chief? Callin' me cute an' an asshole in the same sentence. Must have fried your brain with that kiss earlier," he smirked and waggled his eyebrows at that, chuckling to himself before letting his legs stretch out while scratching at his arms with a small wince. "As for that kiss you seemed to enjoy it as more than just the play piece. I mean, did you see how red your face was?"

"Ya might've," he said evenly. His face had been red. And yeah, he really did enjoy it. As much as he hated to admit that. Kurloz quickly shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. "But I don't think we can stay here very long without Miss D thinking we've slipped off to continue that kiss or something. Not that that ain't a bad thing..." He smirked wider, chuckling.

Cronus got an idea and scooted a little closer, smirking up at Kurloz with that shit eating grin again. "Not a bad thing eh? Did ya wanna continue it?"

Kurloz laughed to cover up his nervousness, but nothing could cover up the blush that was starting to form. He swallowed, his heart rate beginning to pick up.

"Why not?" He answered, leaning in.

Cronus coughed and leaned back again, that blush peeking up to match Kurloz's in light shade as he was finally rendered speechless. Had he really caught the fucking mime trash off guard with that kiss? And was the asshole actually admitting to wanting to continue it? Oh God, what was he DOING with his life, kissing the enemy, Christ. Nonetheless, Cronus cleared his throat and leaned in again, catching wind of the Makara's nervousness and hoping it was enough to hide his own. To be honest, that kiss on stage yesterday had been his first, and not too long ago only his second. So if Kurloz ever found out he would have so much fun mocking Cronus in having stolen his first kiss as being not even a genuinely fair one. "Then...why dont we?" he said again much softer, closing the space between them as their lips meet once more like old friends.

Kurloz sighed through his nose, a quiet noise emitting from the back of his throat. Kurloz had only kissed maybe two people in his life, but Cronus was by far the best one. He'd never admit that out loud of course.

He slipped his hand up, his fingertips lightly brushing up the other's body to slip around the back of Cronus' neck. The long kiss became several smaller ones while he caught his breath, and then he dropped to kiss the other's neck, losing himself in the feeling of pleasure. It had been so long since he'd done this.

The smell of cologne was even greater here. It burned his nose, and made his head fuzzy. He felt dizzy, but whether that was from the lack of air or the scent itself or both remained a mystery.

He nipped at Cronus' skin, enjoying the sound he made when he did so. It didn't matter that they were rivals. Kurloz knew how to make someone squirm in pleasure.

Cronus lost it between the kisses and finally that contact to his neck, visably melting with the mass sensativity he had there as the man went slack and bit his lip, trying to muster the noises that were leaving his soft lips the more Kurloz touched him. Was it obvious he had never done this before and... well not even really to himself? The man had weaknesses only because his neck, sides along his ribs, and his inner thighs were by far the most sensative, literally the only way you could get him to calm down or shut up if not relax.

Assuming you knew how to mess with those spots just right. And Goddamn did Kurloz know. Cronus couldn't even keep his mouth shut as he let the moans flow, digging his nails into his thighs and tipping his head back. Lost in the pleasure, he wasn't really even thinking about the person doing all this, Kurloz of all people.

The only thing he could do let alone wanted to do was let the guy have his fun. As long as the pleasure didn't stop.

After a moment, Kurloz pulled back to survey the heavily panting mess before him. It was a strangely beautiful and empowering sight to have Cronus so limp and needy under his touch. Kurloz smirked, moving his hands under the other's shirt to brush his ribs as he dove back in to continue his ministrations.

Kurloz chose a spot on Cronus' collarbone, and sucked a nice purple mark as a reminder that this actually happened. He licked over the spot and pulled back a second and final time, slipping his hand away as well.

He stretched, feeling cramped after sitting on the cold tile for so long and stood up, ignoring Cronus' whining. "Well that was fun. Either you're more sensitive than I thought or I'm the first person you ever made out with," he chuckled.

It had finally stopped and Cronus was not happy, glaring up at the clown with the coldest glare hed given in a long time and ignoring the throbbing on his collarbone from the hickey.

"Yes, an' fuckin' yes, so what? Not my fuckin' fault I have sensitive skin." Though Cronus knew why and frankly he wasn't willing to talk about it. Kurloz didn't need to know and neither did anyone else so without another word he stood up, composed himself and went to the sink to splash cold water on his flushed face before dabbing at it with a towel.

Only after he had pulled himself together did the man walk over, rather roughly shove Kurloz aside and stormed out, absolutely infuriated at himself for letting Kurloz do that to him. He actually felt used for once if not a bit violated, and that mark was going to take a while to get rid of which meant he couldnt wear his v neck shirts for a while.

Kurloz wheezed out a laugh after Cronus shoved him aside in anger. Oh, was he ever loving this. He stuck his hands into his pockets and whistled on his way back, taking his time until he returned.

Back the theater, Cronus ignored the daunting exhaustion and takes his seat once more, grabbing a script and mulling through it once more to remember what part they were working on.

Disciple and Dirk both gave them pointed looks, which Kurloz ignored. Cronus was too busy to notice anything beyond the directions on his script.

Kurloz sauntered up into the stage to grab his script, his shit eating grin growing ever wider when he saw what was coming next. Ooh a romance scene. That should be fun what with how unbelievably pissed off Cronus was at him.

He scanned his lines. They were fairly simple. Look around to make sure no one they knew was around while they enjoyed themselves. Oh and there was a make out scene. Nice. Kurloz looked over at Cronus, chuckling. This was going to be fun.

This wasn't going to end well and Cronus knew he was going to trash his lines, but he didn't care as he tossed it aside and got up on stage. The seething rage in his body was only noticable in those cold violet eyes practically alight with the flame of his anger. There were so many things that were going to go wrong and he knew it but he didn't care, taking a breath and easing it from his body before walking up in the alley of the stage.

"You weren't followed were you? We both know what could happen if were caught," he said softly, keeping that voice entirely level and cool which if anyone really knew Cronus, they would know that wasn't a good thing.

"Ain't nobody can follow me, the one who walks in shadows. Not even those under me," he bragged. He was sure those were his lines; he didn't have many. It'd be a head shake or a nod along with whispered sweet nothings from here on out. At least between the two of them.

He was a little nervous given how calm Cronus was. There had to be seething anger under that facade, and one look at his eyes told all.

He cleared his throat nervously as they met in the middle of the stage. "What about you, love? No one trailed you?" He asked, unnerved. He wasn't scared of Cronus, but anyone would gear the calm behind the storm.

Cronus stepped up and chuckled, actually he GIGGLED and covered his mouth a bit before pocketing his hands and slouching as per usual. The sudden rage in his eyes and that strong flame were gone and that's when Kurloz knew shit had hit the fan.

"I can follow you easy enough doll, it ain't that hard. An' no I wasn't. I sent the boys to a party I staged for the weekend, it's a drink all an' get shit faced sleepover type thing." he says cooly, raising a brow with that soft smile on his lips. There was no amount of tension or anger in his body language now and that was more terrifying than anything.

Kurloz rolled his eyes, "Sure you could." As if he hadn't just scared the guy ten minutes earlier.

Slowly Cronus reached out and took Kurloz's hand, turning to look at where the moon would be if this were an actual alley in the city. "We finally have some time alone together, after how long now? Hard to believe we got here, eh, doll?" he said with a grin, laughing again and so tempted right now to pull out a cigarette.

Kurloz cleared his throat, his brows furrowing. This was weird. He was raging mad only seconds ago and now he's smooth as butter? Kurloz couldn't understand it. It made him wary. He laughed nervously. "Ahah, yeah. Just about impossible..." He glanced at the other male, wanting to ask what the change in attitude was about but not daring to break character.

"Mm yeah. But hey, maybe one day we can tell the gangs eh? Maybe the boys will just accept it an' we can make this work." he shrugged and sat down on the edge of the stage, patting the spot next to him with a soft grin, showing nothing but minor exhaustion to match his character for the time being. Kurloz carefully settled down next to Cronus. ...The hell was he trying to pull? He sighed but didn't let his guard down as he nodded. "Maybe. Maybe it'd stop the constant fighting between our territories."

Just to make sure it really fit given he was supposed to represent a greaser, Cronus reached into his pocket of the leather jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes before popping one into his mouth. "I hope ya don't mind chief, it's been a long day."

Disciple could be heard clearing her throat from where she sat in the house. Obviously she wasn't happy about Cronus taking out a cigarette, but she didn't make any moves to stop him since he didn't light it.

Kurloz locked eyes with Leijon, who nodded in approval. "Nah. Go ahead," he replied.

The greaser smiled wide and slid over to lean against Kurloz a bit, releasing a small sigh. Kurloz stiffened. He was 200% sure he was going to be shoved off the stage or something like that. There was no way in hell that he could relax and play his part. "Ya really think the boys would accept this? Accept us? I mean, we been fightin' for years now, doll, since high school. Would they really be okay sharin, territories an, bein one big family?" Cronus asked softly, looking up at Kurloz with wide eyes. There was something so very wrong with Cronus right now, he didn't show any emotions from before in the bathroom and was being nothing but sweet right now. What had happened?

There was a silence while Kurloz pretended to think over the problem in the storyline, when really he was debating whether he should break character and demand what Cronus was trying to pull or keep the charade up.

He sighed and finally forced himself to relax. "I don't know babe, we've been betraying their trust for so long...who's to say they wouldn't kill us upon our revelation..."

It was dead quiet when be finally locked eyes with Cronus. The lack of any emotion, even for the part itself, made Kurloz's heart drop to his stomach. He wasn't afraid of Cronus, just what he might do.

Cronus chuckled softly and stood, sighing as he rolled the cig between his lips and pocketed his hands, gazing off stage. "Maybe it would be for the best, ya know? We've spent months lying to them, betrayin' their trust. Family always sticks together and we haven't been that to the boys. Even coverin' up the fights to avoid conflict." He shrugged and knelt by Kurloz once more, reaching up to stroke the man's cheek oh so softly. With the smallest of smiles he leaned in and left a light kiss on the man's cheek before standing once more and turning his back to the audience and Kurloz himself. "Maybe it's for the best." He said softly before walking into the darkness of the stage and finally walking off just as Dirk silently stood and softly said "Cut." With no other word. It wasn't needed. Cronus was done for the day and he didn't once look back while leaving the theater once more.