With a gesture, she called over Alphonse. "Alright, this is how it works. Alphonse, I choose you to be the angel of dreams."
Before even a hot blush could fully spread over his face, she had raised up on some of her mechanical grapples and pressed her lips to his.
Her British assistant twitched and mumbled something about being abandoned.
Alphonse stuttered his thanks as she pulled away. Part of her lips were bleeding from where she had forced him to bite down.
"Congratulations, my dear. You are now the Sandman," she chuckled, hugging him affectionately as though her were her little brother.
While everyone was quiet, Surrian chuckled, "What? Not up to kissing the Russian psycho? Alright, fine."
The twins instantly shot up six feet in the air, "Ooh! Me! Me!"
"You're already angels though," Hawkeye said, raising an eyebrow.
They shushed her urgently, "Shut up! We want to kiss the little Russian!"
Surrian's eye twitched, "I am not short, Damnit! I am not little! Bah, thank you for volunteering Hawkeye!"
Shrugging, the blonde stood and left Pistol to grouchily shine his gun so it matched hers.
"I'm not scared to kiss you, Russian," she muttered, folding her arms defiantly.
"Fine," Surrian purred, "put your cockiness where your mouth is, blonde."
Hawkeye swooped down on the short, raven haired woman and kissed her.
Poor little Gabrie and Sabrie.
By now, Aubrey was starting to break out in a cold sweat. He hated what he was seeing. Pistol's gun went off but no one noticed it. They were all a bit distracted. Surrian chuckled to herself, grabbed Hawkeye's tongue with her teeth and bit down lightly. "You're lucky, doctor," Hawkeye grunted as she pulled back and wiped her lips. "Why's that?" "I have eyes for someone else," she responded, "but if I didn't, oh would you be in trouble." The Russian snickered sarcastically, "I'm flattered that you would consider shooting me in the leg than dragging me home to your cave." As Hawkeye strode off confidently, Surrian let her gaze wander aimlessly about the crowd, choosing her next victim carefully. "Please come here, commander." Traize felt a few hairs pop out and curl but smiled calmly none the less. "As you wish." His long legs carried him confidently to the Rostov ripper, kneeled and held his balance as he took her slender, white hand and kissed it. "Be gentle with me." Aubrey felt his hand jerk instinctively to where his knife was. Godamn, son of a bitching, smooth talking, pilot fucking, gun sucking little.
Laughing suddenly, Surrian grabbed Traize by the cuff of his shirt, hauled him to his feet and than gave him an evil smile. "No gentle from me." Sabrie had to lean on his brother for a moment he was so dizzy, "Godamn, hot little, fetish Russian, psychopathic...Damnit!" Gabrie patted his shoulder, "Let's just fuck the blondes!" All blondes turned in their direction. Many a bullet had to be dodged. Lowering him back to his feet, Surrian grabbed him by his pretty hair and jerked his face down to hers. All he could think for a moment was, I think I may like Russia a lot more now. "Alright," she chuckled, "you're done. Next!" Kagome looked to the ground and flushed for a moment, than walked up to the inevitable making out with the Russian. Before she could, however, Surrian motioned Yusuke to her side with the crook of a finger. "She needs to be an angel of the moon. So go ahead and make her one, dumb ass." Yusuke flushed and roared out angrily, "What the Hell! I'm a demon, not an angel! And I wouldn't kiss her even if you held a gun to my head!" Surrian rolled her eyes, grabbed him and forced a quick kiss on his lips. "There, now kiss her. I command it!" He roared at the injustice of being kissed by a psychotic Russian and the injustice of being forced to kiss Kagome. Unfortunately, Surrian had a gun handy, and two gun happy blondes, so he was not in the position to negotiate. Giving a sudden cry of anger, Kagome grabbed Aubrey and kissed him roughly. His eyes shot open to the width of dinner plates, as did about everyone else's. "Well...that works," he muttered sheepishly after she pulled away and stomped off. As he turned back, he got Surrian clenching her hands tightly and muttering something under her breath. "...Er, alright. Um, Cyreina, dear. Your next. Don't be scared." Everyone noticed the Rostov ripper's voice had gone considerably quieter. Cyreina traced a small circle in the ground with the tip of her shoe uncomfortably, "D-Do I have to...I'm scared..." Seth felt something stir amongst the blank, coldness inside his chest. Perhaps it was interest or something a bit more sinister. Without batting an eye lash, he glided over to her silently and spun her around to meet his merciless gaze yet again. His pale lips pulled back again into a sultry, dark smirk as he watched her knees begin to shake. Leaning down, with only the ghost of a light chuckle escaping him, he tilted her neck so only he was allowed to touch it. "This," he whispered, "is for knocking my hat off." She groaned and grasped on to him as he sank his fangs into her throat. For a moment, he purposefully tortured her. Letting them caress the sensitive nerves in her throat and refusing to take any blood for the longest moments. Laughing to himself, the dark angel finally drew in her blood, enjoying how close he was to forcing her to come. She took him off guard by grabbing his head and forcing him to stay lost in her blood for a moment longer. Gabrie and Sabrie both stomped their feet angrily, "That's not fair! That's a damned conspiracy, everyone's getting kissed but us!" "Oh, shut up," Kagome griped, grabbing Sabrie and kissing him. Yusuke twitched violently, hair starting to turn a bit whiteish blonde and grow a bit. Cyreina fell flat on her ass when Seth let go of her, head tilting about in a complete daze. After she had finished with Sabrie (who was now confused as Hell) Kagome grabbed Gabrie and bit down on his ear lobe. He groaned, "Ooh, happy place." Surrian finally decided to speak up. "Can we take a break from the damned orgy here and finish making you people angels! Bloody Hell, damn horny teenagers..." Roy tossed his head back and laughed, "Sure, sure, sweetheart. I'll come kiss you if it'll make you calm down." Aubrey felt something pop on his forehead through the little flashing red that clouded his vision. When Roy came up to take his turn, Surrian made a note to bite down his tongue a bit harder than the others. It wasn't certain to anyone whether he enjoyed it or not. "Alright, Relena, your next dear." Traize felt his eyebrow twitch with interest as Relena and Surrian kissed. "Ah...two beautiful, European women...any one have popcorn." Pistol passed him back a bag, "Yup." Hawkeye's eye twitched at the cowboy's randomness. "Last up, Edward Elric."
By now, Aubrey was starting to break out in a cold sweat. He hated what he was seeing. Pistol's gun went off but no one noticed it. They were all a bit distracted. Surrian chuckled to herself, grabbed Hawkeye's tongue with her teeth and bit down lightly. "You're lucky, doctor," Hawkeye grunted as she pulled back and wiped her lips. "Why's that?" "I have eyes for someone else," she responded, "but if I didn't, oh would you be in trouble." The Russian snickered sarcastically, "I'm flattered that you would consider shooting me in the leg than dragging me home to your cave." As Hawkeye strode off confidently, Surrian let her gaze wander aimlessly about the crowd, choosing her next victim carefully. "Please come here, commander." Traize felt a few hairs pop out and curl but smiled calmly none the less. "As you wish." His long legs carried him confidently to the Rostov ripper, kneeled and held his balance as he took her slender, white hand and kissed it. "Be gentle with me." Aubrey felt his hand jerk instinctively to where his knife was. Godamn, son of a bitching, smooth talking, pilot fucking, gun sucking little.
Laughing suddenly, Surrian grabbed Traize by the cuff of his shirt, hauled him to his feet and than gave him an evil smile. "No gentle from me." Sabrie had to lean on his brother for a moment he was so dizzy, "Godamn, hot little, fetish Russian, psychopathic...Damnit!" Gabrie patted his shoulder, "Let's just fuck the blondes!" All blondes turned in their direction. Many a bullet had to be dodged. Lowering him back to his feet, Surrian grabbed him by his pretty hair and jerked his face down to hers. All he could think for a moment was, I think I may like Russia a lot more now. "Alright," she chuckled, "you're done. Next!" Kagome looked to the ground and flushed for a moment, than walked up to the inevitable making out with the Russian. Before she could, however, Surrian motioned Yusuke to her side with the crook of a finger. "She needs to be an angel of the moon. So go ahead and make her one, dumb ass." Yusuke flushed and roared out angrily, "What the Hell! I'm a demon, not an angel! And I wouldn't kiss her even if you held a gun to my head!" Surrian rolled her eyes, grabbed him and forced a quick kiss on his lips. "There, now kiss her. I command it!" He roared at the injustice of being kissed by a psychotic Russian and the injustice of being forced to kiss Kagome. Unfortunately, Surrian had a gun handy, and two gun happy blondes, so he was not in the position to negotiate. Giving a sudden cry of anger, Kagome grabbed Aubrey and kissed him roughly. His eyes shot open to the width of dinner plates, as did about everyone else's. "Well...that works," he muttered sheepishly after she pulled away and stomped off. As he turned back, he got Surrian clenching her hands tightly and muttering something under her breath. "...Er, alright. Um, Cyreina, dear. Your next. Don't be scared." Everyone noticed the Rostov ripper's voice had gone considerably quieter. Cyreina traced a small circle in the ground with the tip of her shoe uncomfortably, "D-Do I have to...I'm scared..." Seth felt something stir amongst the blank, coldness inside his chest. Perhaps it was interest or something a bit more sinister. Without batting an eye lash, he glided over to her silently and spun her around to meet his merciless gaze yet again. His pale lips pulled back again into a sultry, dark smirk as he watched her knees begin to shake. Leaning down, with only the ghost of a light chuckle escaping him, he tilted her neck so only he was allowed to touch it. "This," he whispered, "is for knocking my hat off." She groaned and grasped on to him as he sank his fangs into her throat. For a moment, he purposefully tortured her. Letting them caress the sensitive nerves in her throat and refusing to take any blood for the longest moments. Laughing to himself, the dark angel finally drew in her blood, enjoying how close he was to forcing her to come. She took him off guard by grabbing his head and forcing him to stay lost in her blood for a moment longer. Gabrie and Sabrie both stomped their feet angrily, "That's not fair! That's a damned conspiracy, everyone's getting kissed but us!" "Oh, shut up," Kagome griped, grabbing Sabrie and kissing him. Yusuke twitched violently, hair starting to turn a bit whiteish blonde and grow a bit. Cyreina fell flat on her ass when Seth let go of her, head tilting about in a complete daze. After she had finished with Sabrie (who was now confused as Hell) Kagome grabbed Gabrie and bit down on his ear lobe. He groaned, "Ooh, happy place." Surrian finally decided to speak up. "Can we take a break from the damned orgy here and finish making you people angels! Bloody Hell, damn horny teenagers..." Roy tossed his head back and laughed, "Sure, sure, sweetheart. I'll come kiss you if it'll make you calm down." Aubrey felt something pop on his forehead through the little flashing red that clouded his vision. When Roy came up to take his turn, Surrian made a note to bite down his tongue a bit harder than the others. It wasn't certain to anyone whether he enjoyed it or not. "Alright, Relena, your next dear." Traize felt his eyebrow twitch with interest as Relena and Surrian kissed. "Ah...two beautiful, European women...any one have popcorn." Pistol passed him back a bag, "Yup." Hawkeye's eye twitched at the cowboy's randomness. "Last up, Edward Elric."