Chicks Dig Jerks

The man turned his head-- his skull slowly back towards the road, the empty eye sockets pointing vacantly towards the sky as the beak of the bone helm pointed at a slight downward angle towards the road. It was all he could do to suppress a maniac giggle and it showed in the slight trembling of his frame: another possible indicator of shyness that really belied his internal desires. He grinned and shook his head "no" again, seeming in reply to the inquiry of the outside temperature.

He would lift his pointer finger on his right hand, leaning down until his chin was propped up by his elbow, which in turn was propped up on his knee and ran the finger around the curve of his horn, a gesture not dissimilar to a ditzy blonde curling a lock of hair around absently.

"Ooh hoo. Ooh hoo hoo hoo..." came the slight laugh, as though by asking if it were to cold to be out half naked the other was telling some sort of joke.

The man didn't respond at first, his chortle growing silent with the somewhat suggestive words of the other. The skull once again came to be pointed at the man, the emptiness of the eye sockets not conveying much information, but the impossibly broad smile seemed to grow even more. Gradually, his hand came about the skull's beak and he raised it lightly, resting it against the back of his head. His fiery hair spilled across his face, but his most striking feature would be his eyes that glowed slightly in the night, like power buttons on a computer, his gaze steady, calm, and possessive as he looked upon the other male.

He moved carefully, silently, and with infinite caution and confidence. Provided the one sitting near him remained transfixed by the man's natural charm, he would slide his body gently over the other's warmer one, his hands coming to rest against the man's waist as he pulled the other's shoulder into his chest comfortingly. "Ssssh..."

The man felt himself being shoved off and resettled gently into his place, his eyes with their unnaturally white irises still focused on the obviously weakened other as he continued to calmly grin. His satisfaction lay in the fact that they'd touched, even if it was only a brief moment.

He lowered the skull over his face once more, looking quietly back towards the street, a slight breeze blowing the fire-like strands that stuck out from below his helm like so much flaming straw. "You were cold."

The man had a distinctive voice; it sounded close to the growl of a dog, but lacked the aggression as well as tone. Those three words could have been construed as a question, an explanation, or a statement with the influxless way he delivered them, but above all he seemed silently happy. The other's weakness got him off a little.

The words of the other male could possibly best be construed as "caustic", but it didn't change the way the man silently smiled and watched his new friend getting up and huffing off towards the alleyway.

Instead of standing to his feet like a man, the fellow brought himself to his hands and knees, the helm now completely concealing his expression as he crawled his way into the alley, following the lycan on all fours.

Once safely in the darkness of the alleyway, the man once again would employ his natural charm, standing up to his feet as he rested the helm on the back of his head again, one hand on the wall of the alleyway and the other around the fellow's waist, his eyes gazing affectionately into the other's as he would attempt to move the presumably paralyzed fellow up against the wall. "What's wrong?"

The man stood there with the other's hands about his throat, smiling gently as though nothing unusual were transpiring. "Stop what."

Once again, he asked a question as though it were a statement or something similar, his confidence continuing despite the upset expression of the other. His hand remained on the brick wall behind the other and he gently tapped the adamant surface with his index finger.

If the other persisted in his hold, he would find that the man standing before him had a slight tendency towards electricity, and this electricity would be channeled through the other's body. Though it was an attack that wouldn't damage the body, the voltage would be enough to throw his nerves out of whack and paralyze him (ShockX).

After that, he would continue to stand against the brick wall. "You say I am a man."

Indeed, he'd just declared that the creature standing before him must be a male human, and this one wasn't completely sure what he was. His hair would flutter briefly with the power of the electricity and settle down into place some moments later, the motion of the straight strands fire-like as it sparked a bit.

The man cautiously kneeled next to the downed lycan, brushing a strand of hair gently out of his face, a fond expression in his freakish, white eyes as he looked down. Clearly, this man was bothered, though the amnesia this particular incubus had suffered left him with very little idea why.

An idea seemed to pop up in his deviant mind and he chuckled low, figuring how he would solve the problem as he lowered the skull mask back over his face. He stayed in the squatted position and didn't move or talk beyond the strangely raspy laugh, but a change would gradually come over his body (tailormorph).

The flat, manly chest of the youth would slowly begin to expand, the flesh rounding out and sloping gently into a teardrop shape to accommodate the inward mass. They came to a stop at perhaps a C or D cup, perky, yet sagging gently beneath their own fullness, as he wore nothing in that place to support them.

As his front end became heavier, he maintained his balance as his rear expanded slightly as well, becoming rounder, fuller, and more feminine. The jeans that once concealed all of his rear now gave way to a slight plumber's crack. "Better?" he asked in his bemused way.

Slowly, the figure came to be sitting on the ground, his behind spilling out of his inadequate jeans, though they remained on enough to keep the front part decent. "What's that?"

Truthfully, he didn't have the foggiest idea what exactly the other meant by seduction, but due to his silent, somewhat impenetrable trickster nature, he had a hard time conveying that fact. He'd just been ejected out of a lab after all; he didn't know much in the ways of the world.