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By Bi Blitz

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PostPosted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 2:44 pm
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Teacher: Marcel Velazquez

Age: 37

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality:
Marcel can often come off as snarky and irritable due to his brash and forward personality. However despite this Marcel is also very passionate when his mind is set to something and has an intense drive to succeed and win. However Marcel has some very horrid skeletons in his closet due to many issues he's faced in recent times.

Marcel suffers from very blatant PTSD from his time in deployed due to seeing first hand the atrocities of war and seeing his friends killed before his very eyes. This compiled with the divorce of his wife has caused him to fall into a very harsh depression and will often cause him to have suicidal thoughts as well as vivid nightmares about his time at war every night and due to this he also developed insomnia just to try and avoid sleeping at all costs. However he does a good job at putting on a mask in front of others, hiding the truth of what he deals with every day. However this mask often crumbles every night as he'll drink himself into a stupor where his emotions bubble over and he will either become an emotional mess or become a vegetable.

He desperately wants to move on, to get help, to find happiness and maybe even love again. However while he'd never admit it (unless drunk) he's terrified at the possibility of romance, he's not a young man anymore and he just want's to find someone to settle down with. That being said he's scared that if he reveals his problems to anyone that they'll abandon him just like his wife and Son(?) did.



Bio:
Being a young, newly married man with his whole life ahead of him Marcel was the happiest he'd ever been. He had a beautiful wife, a one year old son, and he was about to attend boot camp to join the army. He assured his wife that everything would be OK and that this was going to work out. Marcel did not realize something when he said these words. War is ugly. That was his first ever lesson when he was shipped out to war. In his first combat situation ever he witnessed his good friend get half his skull destroyed from a sniper with the bits hitting him in the face. (One of his most common nightmares) It only got worse and worse the longer he was deployed with very little in between. He managed to get several months home with his family but they were living their lives without him for so long that it was almost like he was a stranger in his own home. It got to the point where by the time he was in his thirties his wife stopped calling him all together while on deployment with the exception of his son who still tried to keep in contact with him. However soon enough he'd gone to a psychologist who deemed him too mentally damaged to continue his service and with that he was honorably discharged.

Marcel was ecstatic, he would finally be able to truly be a husband and father for his family. He'd start seeing a real therapist, rejoin the workforce, and finally start living the life he dreamed of. However that all came crashing down when he arrived home to find his wife having sex with another man while his son was still home. Apparently this had been going on for years to the point that the man was practically living with them. Marcel's world came crashing down around him all at once, his wife, while apologetic handed him divorce papers and his now teenage son cried for forgiveness. As it turned out he knew about the relationship for years but was scared of saying anything since he didn't want to break them up.

Marcel ended up moving out of the house and bought an apartment as far away as he could afford. He struggled to find a job due to his condition, however almost out of nowhere he got a call from a school that had an opening that they wanted filled. Marcel had never even applied for the position but he knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth and took the job teaching combat (mostly self defense techniques) to their students.


His class: It will either take place in the classroom, which has had most of the desks moved to one side of the room while the other side has been covered with training mats for safety. If it doesn't take place here then it may be in the gym, depending on his mood. There's an old box TV that hangs from the wall and his desk is in the dead center, right in front of the chalk board that he will most likely never use.  
PostPosted: Tue Aug 14, 2018 1:37 pm
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Marcel threw a hand up to Virgil as he heard the other say his goodbyes. Now left to his own devices the former soldier walked into the main office and took a newspaper from the desk, grunting in acknowledgement when the office secretary greeted him a good morning 'It'll be good when I'm out of here...' he thought to himself before making his way to where his classroom was. A long walk between same looking hallways gave way to his classroom with his name above it "Practical Combat: Mr. Velazquez". He cringed a bit, already disliking the idea of being called Mr. Velazquez by any teens in this building, the entire thing was so stuffy in his opinion. Either way he unlocked the door and flipped on the lights, making a beeline right for the comfy chair and within a moment Marcel had his feet kicked up, the news channel on, and the news paper opened to the sports section. He may now have been an avid watcher of the games but he did like to know when his teams were the winners. Of course the paper was able to hold his attention for a whole thirty seconds before his mind began to wander to the other Teacher with whom he was with earlier. What was it with Virgil? Why was Marcel so crazy about him? They had only met the other day and yet here he was, pining for the others company like some lovesick teenager. Love. That was the first time he truly acknowledged the word and to be honest he didn't know what to think of it, he wasn't the romantic type and didn't believe in that whole "Love at first sight" bullshit. In fact real romance terrified him to no end, even now the very word made his blood run cold. Yet he couldn't deny he felt something for the other man. Was it infatuation? Attraction? 'Desperation?' that dark little voice spoke once more, although Marcel didn't silence it as he also weighed it as a valid option. Was he desperate? Spending two years on his own with absolutely no intimate or emotional contact, had it simply made him desperate for something even remotely similar? Was he using Virgil as some kind of emotional parasite and leading him on? '.....No...absolutely not....' the Hispanic thought to himself with finality. He wasn't the type of man to do that to another and Marcel could tell when with certainty that everything he felt with Virgil was real and not something he made up. And yet the thought of doing anything more than playing their little flirting game scared Marcel, why? The only answer he could come up with was that he was scared Virgil would tire of him and ditch him or worse yet cheat on him if they did start something. That was a pain that he never wanted to experience again, Marcel knew that he couldn't handle having his heart broken or hurt a second time. He was to emotionally drained and weak for that. Yet hopeful part of him that remained still wanted to take the risk and go for it, yet then there was one big issue that he couldn't help but weigh in. Virgil himself.

Did he really actually want anything at all? Yeah they had their fun flirting but flirting was that, flirting. At the end of the day they could give each other pet names and say silly little things but at the end of the day it was all just shallow fun in his opinion. Yet the scene earlier played out in his head, in the kitchen when he was at his lowest lows. The man's words played in his head over and over again. It was all too complicated dammit! Now that he was alone and away from Virgil for the first time he thought he could kick back and mull over things but all that ended up happening was that he was getting a headache from it all "Gah!!" he slammed the news paper down on his desk, the words were just beginning to all jumble into one big mess. Instead he focused on some news story about a new animal shelter being built as he sighed "Maybe I should just get a dog or something, they're so much less complicated..." he spoke to himself, thankful that he still didn't seem to have any students.


(Translation: .)

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By Bi Blitz

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PostPosted: Tue Aug 14, 2018 11:28 pm
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His steps slowed to a stop once his 'classroom' came into view. It was still so strange to come here, and he wondered when it would start to feel like part of his routine. If it would ever feel like it or if he even wanted it to. Hunting had always been his go-to job, something that he actually enjoyed doing even though the pay was usually crap and how dangerous it could be. And those times when he couldn't hunt, either because of injuries or there simply wasn't anything out there, he found other ways to make a buck. Jack of all trades, master of none. Like this teaching job, which he figured pretty much made him nothing more than a gloried Boy Scouts leader. He'd fully planned on only sticking with it long enough to finish paying off all those damn medical bills before he hit the road again, but now he wasn't so sure. After what happened last time, the brute didn't know how much longer his soul could keep up with all the abuse it was put through. Then there was that newest problem he'd never thought would've been a problem in the first place. After all, why should it be? Virgil was apt at keeping people at a distance, not letting them get too close and already the sly soldier had already managed to slip past some of his defenses. Marcel was frustratingly attractive, yes, but it wasn't as if he'd never seen an attractive face before. Had done unspeakable things to the owners of those faces. Lust was certainly there, but simply getting laid wasn't the driving force behind his motives for once.

A heavy sigh was heaved as he dropped what was left of his cancer stick on the ground and put it out before he got onto his table and laid down much as he had before, on his back with an arm draped over his eyes and his other hand resting on his stomach. He'd be able to think better once he caught up on his sleep. Only his stupid brain wouldn't shut the ******** up, still gnawing on the whole issue like it was an old bone. Virgil didn't like why it wasn't such an easy thing for him to figure out, that he couldn't some a straight answer to this until something suddenly clicked in his mind and it had him laughing like a manic inmate in an asylum. He'd admit he was kind of a hopeless romantic with trust issues and a drive through the roof, but...He didn't want to repeat those words to again. Love and mate carried a weight he wasn't ready to face. 'Maybe it's just ah mid-life crisis.' And that could be deadly for everyone involved. Without a true purpose in life, his kind eventually went insane. Feral. The loner could deny it all he wanted, but he knew he'd been tiptoeing that dangerous line for a while now and how close he was to slipping into the abyss. "Son of ah b***h." He groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face as he sat back up. Someone wasn't used to thinking this much. It would be better if he just ditched now, aimed for the next town and found something to do there. A glance was thrown over a shoulder toward the distant treeline. If he couldn't bring himself to leave long enough to go on a run in the woods then there was no hope of leaving town.

"Moon Mother help me..." Without any true purpose or thought aside from the need to be on the move, he slipped off the table and started to walk. It wasn't until the smell of cooking food reached his nose that he even realized he'd gone inside the school itself. Inside the cafeteria, he made an absolute pest of himself and probably a few new enemies as he raided some of the food they were preparing for the students' lunch. He wasn't even sure what he'd nabbed, he'd simply dumped a tray into a bowl so the loot would be easier to carry before he made tracks out the door before the cook could make a second attempt of knocking his head off with a frying pan. Then it was only matter of finding his way back outside, which didn't happen. Following his gut instinct turned out to be the wrong idea or, arguably, maybe his gut led him to right where he was supposed to be. Virgil grumbled as he realized the classroom he was standing outside belonged to. Velazquez. Sounded like a strong last name though he was probably pronouncing it wrong in his head. How long had it been seen he'd last seen him? Minutes? Hours? The man was hopeless. And an idiot. A hopeless idiot. He knocked first before he opened the door and entered, cradling the bowl against his stomach while he glanced around the room. Looked about as busy as his own class did. "Heh, hey..." Color raising to his cheeks, he couldn't exactly bring himself to look at Marcel. That speech he'd been preparing in his head had been deleted as soon as he'd gotten there. Everything had. There was nothing but peaceful silence inside of that crazy head of his for now. 'I wanna...I wanna do this right...' Problem was, he didn't know how. It wasn't like he'd ever courted anyone before. But Virgil was going to try. And apparently bringing food was a step? That line between wolf and human had gotten blurred during his auto-piloted walk, and he'd simply gone with the need of providing a meal for...His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and looked down at his prize. Marcel could count himself lucky that it was pizza bagels and not a dead animal. "Pretty sure these spoiled brats get ah better lunch than I've eaten in my entire life..." A few more steps were taken toward him while he finally managed to work up the courage to actually look at the other man, offering out the bowl. "Want?" Being afraid about being abandoned or not having his feelings reciprocated when his weird ways would probably chase the Hispanic away long before anything like that could happen seemed pointless now.

By Bi Blitz
 
PostPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 12:45 pm
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What was he going to do? Were the thoughts swirling around Marcel's head at this moment as he stared blankly at a fuzzy commercial for some car dealership. The Hispanic could barely think straight at this point as no matter how he tried to distract himself he still ended up right back to thinking about Virgil "Why am I such a ******** mess...?" he asked nobody but himself, surprised the dark thoughts weren't piping up at that moment to degrade him. As he thought of Virgil the former soldier couldn't help but realize that he really didn't even know much about the other besides the fact that he was apparently a part of a gang at one point, not that Marcel gave a rats a** mind you. He knew that everyone made mistakes in life and as long as he left that life behind him then there was no issue. Although at this point he could still be a part of that gang and Marcel would STILL probably want to be with and hang out with him. Marcel would then think about his past relationships and how they started and ended. From a young age Marcel knew he was Bisexual but he didn't really start dating around until freshman year in High school where he dated one of the girls on the cheer squad. Thinking back on it Marcel had only really dated one or two guys and both were rather short lived if he were being honest, mostly due to the fact that the other two both moved due to severe bullying. Marcel, even in his youth was a force to be reckoned with and had many, many, many suspensions for knocking the teeth out of would be bullies who tried to push him around for being who he was. Of course you couldn't please everyone, that was a given no doubt. But most of his romantic experience was with women so maybe that was why he was also a bit hesitant, he lacked any real experience with another man. Whether that was the reason or not was inconsequential, the fact remained that he still felt strongly for the other man. Marcel was somewhat glad to be away from Virgil, it helped him clear is head.

Of course that very thought was dashed away as soon as he heard the others voice and a rush of happiness washed over him when he saw the other man standing there with his adorable blush. Maybe he missed him just a tad. Of course Marcel couldn't help but grin at Virgil "Looks like what I said earlier is accurate, we just cant' keep away from each other for too long!" he teased a small bit before noticing the other was avoiding eye contact and in fact didn't look at him at all in general, this baffled Marcel slightly. While he didn't know the other for to long he could tell that eye contact watching others was something that this was was keen on. Then there was the matter of the bowel that he was hugging against his belly, this was odd. Of course when Virgil spoke he finally got a peek at what was in the bowel as he offered the pizza bagels to him. Marcel would glance at his computers time in the corner and realized that is was already almost twelve in the afternoon, lunchtime. Suddenly something clicked in his head and Marcel couldn't help but begin laughing at the other man for a few seconds before reaching out and grabbing one of the bagels from the bowl"You broke into the kitchen and took the students lunch? An entire bowel none the less? The chef is gonna want your head after this, you do know that right Querido?" he laughed at the situation before taking a bite of the food, actually thankful for the food "Thanks though Querido, I didn't bring any lunch was I was probably going to just starve until dinner" while it sounded like a joke, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done it since starting here. It usually wasn't the biggest deal for him however since the Hispanic used to go for almost days without food back in the military.


(Translation: Querido=Dear .)

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By Bi Blitz

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PostPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 11:07 pm
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The brute could speak better with body language alone than he probably could with his mouth. Not meeting and holding the darker gaze was meant as a sign of respect toward the other teacher, that he was more than aware that he was in his territory again and had no desire to start any trouble. It had been the same last night when they'd reached Marcel's apartment although the urge to protect Marcel from himself that morning had pretty much killed any of the normal wolven manners he often relied on. Being hyper-alert now that he was indoors didn't help, either, when it came to looking at him for more than a few seconds at a time. He'd always have to steal those glances no matter how hard he tried not to. Hearing him speak had him relaxing, however. Virgil almost felt like a stalker at this point, but it didn't seem that the other minded the intrusion. One of those fleeting smiles was given by way of reply at the teasing. He didn't quite trust himself to speak more just yet, afraid that he would say something overly romantic and make a fool of himself. Well, more than he already was. Verdants better focused on the man who looked right at home settled behind his school desk. The sight was somewhat painful to see as it reminded him of what that ghost had uttered in his dream. That he was undeserving and unworthy of Marcel, a man who seemed like he simply wanted to resume a normal life after everything. Unlike him, who struggled to give up the fight after the battle had ended. Blessedly, though, he wasn't left with his own thoughts for too long.

"Please, those brats have more than enough t'eat." He snorted. There had been quite of variety of food on offer, but he'd only grabbed what he'd been able to. While he'd mostly turned his back on a life of crime ages ago, there was still some wickedness left in him. It was pretty harmless, most of the time, such as jacking food from the cafeteria when he wasn't supposed to. His grin became a bit cheeky. "Ooh, he already tried gettin' it...but gettin' ah knife thrown at me is worth it if...you're happy an' healthy." The last bit of the confession was muttered underneath his breath as he realized he was saying it out loud. It was really silly how seeing him take a bite of the bagel made him happy. The bowl was set down on a clear spot on his desk in a place where he could easily reach it. He lightly shook his head as he moved to prop himself against the desk, turned so he was facing him. He wouldn't scold the man for planning on skipping a meal and waiting so long to eat the next one even though he kind of wanted to. He was no stranger to going without himself. Thanks to his own experiences with nearly starving to death, Virgil was a bit food obsessed these days and tried to eat whenever he could. It didn't help that his size meant he required a lot of calories. Smiling was a thing that was getting a bit easier to do around him, and this newest one was more on the playful side."Glad I risked life an' limb t'bring these t'ya then." Fingers of a hand lightly rubbed at the back of his neck with that nervous tick of his though he soon caught it and stuffed the hand into a pocket. ”Sorry it’s not ah real meal, but I’ll make it up t’ya tonight.” If he somehow didn’t manage to screw things up before then. Despite all the flirting and joking around, he was wrongfully under the impression that Marcel could be a non-sense type of guy and really would knock him on his a** if he tried any sort of serious shows of affection. He considered himself lucky he'd gotten away with what he had earlier. Confessing to how badly he craved the contact was something he'd never do even under torture. A bagel was picked up and stuffed into his mouth as he went back to watching him after he had given the room another once over. If his companion's presence continued to prove to be enough to keep his claustrophobia at bay then he might just start believing that there could be something to that whole fated love thing. "Sooo...gunna teach me somethin', senpai?" Wrong word to use, but he didn't care. He was joking, anyway.

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 4:59 am
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If there was one thing Marcel could count on, it was the fact that within only a few hours Virgil had completely won him over. There was just nothing to dislike about the guy, he had a great sense of humor (dark humor was something Marcel could relate to), he was caring, and he certainly was easy on the eyes. How no other guy swooped in to scoop him up was a mystery to Marcel, granted he didn't know much about his past yet. None the less Marcel could say he felt very comfortable around the other man and he couldn't help but grin a bit at the others comment "True enough, and hey. It wouldn't kill the kids to pick up a salad!" he then smirked at Virgil and chuckled "Maybe you should take that up, you can't just live off of meat you know" Marcel would then listen to the other and laughed when he spoke about the chef, although his laughter died down when Virgil seemed to start muttering to himself 'What did he say?' he thought to himself with a quirked eyebrow, wondering what the other had said at that moment. It must not have been that important. Marcel then leaned forward on his desk and gave a amused look "I'm looking forward to it, I just hope your cooking is as good as thieving skills!" Marcel teased the other as he finished off his first bagel. However he stopped mid reach when he heard what the other had said and a single eyebrow shot up as he stared at Virgil for a second before lowering his hand "The ******** is a Senpai?" the Hispanic asked before laughing a small bit at the other man "Look at you Querido, pulling out words that I don't know!" he stood up from his desk "Ya que preguntaste muy bien" he spoke in his native language once more as he walked over to the mats while removing his hoodie in the process. He'd toss the garment aside so that he was wearing just his tank top once again and turned to face the other man "We'll keep it simple, lesson number one" whether he was joking or not, Marcel didn't care. He genuinely wanted to see at least one move from Virgil to get a feel for the other man in a different way than normal "Come at me with one good blow, come at me like I'm the enemy here to kill you!" there was a smirk present on Marcel's face but his eyes would tell that he was very serious about this as he got into his combat stance waiting for Virgil to make his move "This is Practical Combat after all, you knew what you were asking for!"


(Translation: Querido=Dear
Ya que preguntaste muy bien=Since you asked so nicely.)

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By Bi Blitz

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 12:40 pm
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Virgil chuckled though his amusement quickly died when it was suggested that he should pick up the habit of eating a salad. His nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of eating such a thing as he gave a slight shake of his head. Maybe if he was a human eating so much meat wouldn't be healthy, but it wasn't as if he had to worry about all the health risks that most did from having a bad, artery-clogging diet. "I'm sure they are." He wasn't bragging, not really. When comparing one skill to the next, well...He wasn't a very good thief. The former bounty hunter could be as stealthy as the next guy, but most of the time he was far too lazy to apply that level of skill to his movements. He was more like a big, angry bear that showed up and took what it wanted than anything sly and sneaky. The bowl was slightly nudged toward him as whenever his hand dropped away though it was quite pointless. A wide grin broke out across his face whenever Marcel seemed a bit thrown off by the term he'd used. "Somethin' like ah teacher, I think." He shrugged. His Japanese wasn't any better than anything else. "An' look at ya pullin' out ah whole damn dictionary." Virgil grumbled softly when he spoke in Spanish though he didn't mind. It was sexy, he could listen to Marcel read from a phone book in his native tongue and find it interesting.

His brows furrowed a bit as he watched him move away, shifting his weight to stand up straight again. Given the direction in which the Hispanic walked, it wasn't hard for him to figure out what he had in mind. All he could do was laugh a bit. He needed to be more careful about what he said though he saw little point in trying to talk him out of this. It might not be a wise idea, either, given the serious intensity within the dark gaze looking back at him. Another bagel was grabbed and munched on as he approached him only to stop a couple of feet away from the edge of the training mats. One good blow from him could shatter bone and could possibly be lethal depending on where it landed. But Virgil was already aware that he would have to hold back and keep himself in check so he wouldn't accidentally hurt the man. While he possessed abilities that no normal human had, he didn't feel as if he had an advantage. It had been a long time since he'd fought in his human form and even longer since he didn't just instantly go for the killing blow. A corner of his mouth lifted with a lazy smirk as he lifted a hand and made a finger gun, pretending to shoot him in the chest. Despite his dislike of firearms, it was how he often dealt with people that sought to kill him when push came to shove.

That stance the veteran held was studied a few seconds longer as he swallowed the last bite of the food."Just don't think too badly of me when you're done kickin' my a**, aye?" Just one heartbeat more and he would attack, moving far faster than a man of his height and size had any right to. There was little tact or thought behind the motion, he simply went for it as always. He aimed low for the man's chest though with only an open palm rather than a fist, making the attempt to grab him by the shirt and push him back.

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 2:18 pm
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Marcel grinned a bit at the other's reaction to his Spanish, it was always amusing for him to see Virgil's reaction in particular. Nobody ever responded the way that Virgil did, most people usually just rolled their eyes as demanded for him to say what he just said again but in English, he usually never obliged those people. At least Virgil knew to just have fun with it. Marcel would then keep a watchful eye on Virgil as he approached the mats where he was standing. Virgil's larger size and bulk might mean that he'd be slower but his leg muscles were also very defined as well. This was making it just a tad difficult to get a read on exactly what Virgil was good at since just by appearances alone he seemed to have it all. He'd seen the man shirtless and he was build like a brick wall, his arms were extremely muscular, and the man clearly did not skip leg day. As he examined the other man he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the other's comment "I'll trust that your not holding back, there's no sport in kicking your a** if you're not even trying at all!" Marcel would speak up as they both got ready. And much to Marcel's surprise he was much faster than he anticipated 'He's fast!' was all that was able to go through his head as the other was on top of him in an instant, however Marcel was no slouch himself. He held his ground until the last second and shifted his body to the side, dodging the others palm at the last second. He would then grab a hold of the offending arm by the wrist and in one fluid motion Marcel was bringing his elbow down right onto the joint between arm and forearm. Of course at the last second he'd soften the blow, just barely tapping it with his elbow and smirked a bit as he turned his head to look at Virgil "What did I just say about holding back?" he chided the other, although he really wasn't too upset over it "This right here is one of my favorite moves, low effort with maximum reward. If you hit the joint hard enough you can completely shatter the elbow and then...." he would straighten his elbow sideways and gently tap it against his cheek "....you get a free hit off on their face" of course because Virgil was taller than Marcel the angle was a bit awkward and wouldn't be nearly as effective if they were actually fighting for real.

Finally he'd lower his hand and rest the palm against the other man's stomach as he leaned in just a bit "I can show you something really neat..." Marcel's tone lowered a bit as he leaned in even more than before. Then in that moment suddenly Marcel grabbed the shirt and with the leverage he got from holding onto the others wrist he managed to hoist Virgil over his head (With way more effort than he liked) and slammed him down onto the mats. Of course because of the mats there would be no pain but still Marcel was rather pleased with himself, he hadn't done any serious heavy lifting in a long time and the fact that he could pull that off against someone as large as Virgil had him very happy. Finally he took a couple steps over and gently placed his foot on the others chest for a moment and grinned down at the other man "Not bad, ay?" he'd then remove his foot and put his hand out, offering to help the other up from the ground.


(Translation: Querido=Dear .)

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 6:18 pm
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It was rather frustrating to feel his fingers graze the material of his shirt only to grab at nothing but air as the shorter male turned to the side, proving what he already believed- that Marcel was quick and agile himself. The speed in which his wrist was grabbed only helped solidify that in his mind. Virgil fully expected pain as he watched the motion though he only felt the lightest of taps against the joint. First time any one had ever gone easy on him even in a simple training session. Or ever, really. Being chided had him replying wordlessly with a sheepish grin. He didn’t know how to tell the Hispanic that he was holding back for his own good without sounding arrogant or insane. His head cocked to the side as he listened to him explain the move, a soft chuckle escaping from him when his elbow bumped against his cheek. Though it was only a demonstration, he didn’t bother to try to move his head out of his reach and wouldn’t have even if they were really fighting. While most people tried to avoid getting hurt and pain in general while they fought, he rarely did because he didn’t care whether if he lived or died at the end of the day. The beast was just unfortunate enough to remain standing after all these years.

If this was a real combat situation, he would be so screwed. Without the need to tear into his opponent, he was getting distracted way too damn easily. Rather than trying to break the hold or get away from Marcel, he was focused more so on the strength in the digits still wrapped around his wrist. Little did he know that he was going to get a demonstration in how strong the shorter one was. Stomach muscles flexed the slightest bit when he place his hand there, caught up on the fact that he was leaning closer rather than paying attention to the whole situation like the idiot should be. Comically, once he realized what was happening, he tried hunch in on himself like it might make his body more difficult to pick up. Of course, it didn’t work, his eyes widening with that classic ‘oh s**t!’ expression as he found himself being lifted into the air. Virgil could’ve in been thrown onto a concrete floor and it wouldn’t have hurt him that much compared to a normal freak. Naturally numbed pain receptors and a hard life lived gave him a high threshold for pain. Still, he more than appreciated the soft surface of the mats when his back crashed against them seconds later. Just because he could tolerate something didn’t mean he was a fan of it. A hard huff of breath of air left him as he laid there, brows furrowing together as he tried to puzzle out just how in the hell that had happened. His comtemplation didn’t last for long as he saw stepping close and believed that itself to be a mistake. Normally, being exposed and pinned in such a way would have pissed him off and have him doing everything he could to change it, but now he only laid there and accepted defeat. In no way did having his boot plant on his chest turn him on! ”Not bad at all.” He returned the grin. ”You’re goin’ t’make ah good teacher, dahlin’. They’ll learn ah lot from ya.” Virgil started to reach for the the offered hand only to knock it aside at the last second as he grabbed him by one of his calves. No time was wasted in giving a hard tug in a second attempt yank his prey over onto his back as he pulled his large frame up into a crouched position in one fluid motion. Unless Marcel managed break away, he would lightly press a knee against his hip to keep him down while a hand was laid ever so gently at the bottom of his neck. Keeping to his silence, Virgil would only give a wolfish grin.

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 8:25 pm
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Marcel could say that he was glad that he still had it after so long. Since he never really went to the gym, all he ever did to stay in shape were sit ups and push ups in his apartment. Going to a gym meant he'd have to deal with people and gym memberships, no thank you. And apparently that was enough for him, even if he had strained just a bit to hoist the other man over his head. Not to mention the look on Virgil's face when he was lifted made it all very worthwhile in his opinion. Clearly either the man was distracted or he didn't think he was capable of such a feat although it certainly seemed like the latter due to the far off look on his face at that moment. It was kind of cute. Marcel would then blink a bit and chuckled a bit when the other complimented him "Thanks Querido, I think they will learn a lot.." he smirked a bit at that moment "If they can survive that is!" he joked a bit, just a bit. If Marcel ever did get students he was going to be a hard a** about this. Their parents could baby them all they wanted but Marcel was planning on whipping these young men into shape, whether they liked it or not. And of course Marcel should have seen this coming when the other grabbed him by the calve. Of course by the time Marcel realized what was happening he was happening he was already staring up at the ceiling. He would blink for a moment as he was pinned to the ground and was now staring up at a very handsome face giving him a grin that most certainly did not make his heartbeat go wild. Besides the pronounced thumping in his chest Marcel kept his cool and returned the grin with his own grin, but this one much more flirtatious than the one above him "Alright then you got me on my back, what's your plan now big guy?" of course he was more than free to use his arms but he just laid there, trying to see if he could fluster the man above him.


(Translation: Querido=Dear .)

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 10:07 pm
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The little voice at the back screaming at him to restrain the man’s arms was ignored. He felt no need to completely suppress his opponent. His own grin faltered just the slightest bit when the flirtatious grin was thrown his way, but he was quick to recover and pretend that seeing it hadn’t just made his heart trip over itself. Virgil wasn’t the type that flustered very easily or so he once thought. This man had an annoying way of proving him wrong. Oh, there was a dozen of plans he could come up with Marcel on his back but it wasn’t as if he would actually act on them. Not when anyone could walk in and ruin his fun. Green eyes flecked with pale gold continued to stare down at him a second longer as he reached out to grab one of his wrists with his free hand. ”Mmm, dunno. People usually aren’t still conscious by th’ time I’ve gotten ‘em to th’ ground.” His tone was light and playful, but he wasn’t exactly joking that much. Virgil rarely gave people the opportunity to get back up and cause trouble for him a second time. Truly, he was thankful that the other didn’t seem to remember the incident in the bathroom last night. It was only by the Hispanic’s grace that he’d stopped the assault. He moved his knee off of him and shifted to straddle his thighs though he kept his weight on his knees and didn’t sit. Virgil ran his tongue across his lips as he brought his head lower and closer to his. ”But you’re th’ instructor…” A finger absently grazed against the chain of the soldier’s dog tags as he brought his hand lower to rest it over his racing heart. His voice was nothing more than a low murmur now although hearing him shouldn’t be a problem given how close their face were.”How would’cha get outta this?” He was genuinely curious or would have been, rather, if he wasn’t having such a hard time keeping a single thought in his head. ”Well?” He teased just before placing a fleeting kiss against that strong jaw. Clearly Virgil had not learned his lesson about letting himself get distracted by a beautiful face.

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PostPosted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 12:17 am
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Marcel cursed everything right now as his flirt didn't quite get the result he wanted this time. He was going to take advantage of his distraction but all the guy did was turn it around on him and even now had a grip on one of his wrists. Of course he chuckled a bit at Virgil's comment "Is that so? I must be tougher than most then" Marcel joked a bit while he planned his big escape, it shouldn't to difficult as long as he kept his cool and remained completely...oh no. Suddenly all rational thought in Marcel's head left as Virgil straddled his thighs and licked his lips he thought 'Yes you do' 'Shut up' he had a mental argument with his darker thoughts that apparently wanted to mock him at terrible moments. Come on Virgil is right though, he is a combat instructor! He can easily get out of this! And yet his breathing soon became shallow as he continued to tease him in the worst way possible right now 'OK Marcel you can do this! Just reach up with your free hand and...' and at that moment all coherent thought left his head when he felt that kiss against his jaw. His lips moved but no words came out as he tried and failed to gather himself. However he soon realized that a familiar heat began to pool in a a certain area again and he quickly began to panic as he realized their positions really meant there was no way for him to hide it unlike before. But even worse, because Virgil had a firm grip on his one arm he had no way of lifting him up like before "I...I..don't have a way..." he submitted as his face burned with embarrassment as he turned his head to the side, unable to look at the other man in the face at this moment"Please get off me..." Marcel asked through gritting teeth while he prayed to every deity that may or may not have ever existed that Virgil didn't notice his growing problem down below the belt. He'd then tightly close his eyes for a moment "Mierda..." he cursed under his breath, not that Virgil would understand it. How on earth had he gotten himself into this situation? This was probably the worst case scenario for what was supposed to be just a fun little training session. Of course Virgil just had to make it so much worse with his whole sexy act, did the man have a grudge against him or something? His dark eyes would only chance a quick glance at Virgil before turning his head once again, refusing to look at him once again.


(Translation: Mierda= s**t.)

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PostPosted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 12:32 pm
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Virgil lifted his head to get a better look at him. Concern and guilt effectively killed any sort of arousal he was feeling once he realized that he wouldn’t even look at him. Unaware of what the real problem with Marcel was, he assumed the close contact and the kiss bothered him for other reasons. Leave it to him to screw things up, get too excited and completely misread the situation. He lingered in that position for a little while longer, hating himself as he briefly touched his fingers to a his cheek. ”Ya could.” He murmured softly, knowing that it was pointless to argue the fact. But he had faith that the former soldier could have gotten away from him if he hadn’t done something to royally mess things up. Too bad he didn't realize what it was exactly. ”Sorry...” As always, he would rely on the tone used when it came to words in languages he didn’t understand and, to him, the man didn’t sound all that happy. The hold on his wrist was released as he sat up and pushed himself to his feet, carefully stepping over the Hispanic so he wouldn’t be standing over him. It wasn’t until then that he noticed the slight change of scent in the air and it didn’t help his confusion at all. Only made it way worse, in fact, though it didn’t show on his face. He shook his head at the hopeful little thought that tried to speak up. Considering how Marcel had responded to being flirted with this time, he wasn’t going to let himself believe that the attraction was reciprocated. Maybe it went beyond Marcel simply not being able to take it...He had been married to a woman once so maybe he wasn’t interested and was only being friendly. Virgil needed to get a better rein on himself. Getting to at least hang out with the Spaniard was better than nothing at all. Respectfully keeping his eyes locked on his face, he held out a hand to him. His other one reached back to take out his cigarettes only to shove the case back into his pocket as he remember smoking wasn’t allowed indoors. If it wasn’t for the risk of setting off a fire alarm and drawing in highly unwanted attention he would’ve lit up and sucked it down. Instead, the wolf settled on lightly chewing on his lower lip to satisfy that oral fixation of his.

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PostPosted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 2:17 pm
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Marcel face burned brightly as he felt the other touch his cheek and he bit his lip, praying that the other would hurry up so he could try to fix himself up. Of course then he heard the apology and blinked a bit as he finally chanced a look at Virgil and saw such a...pitiful look on his face. Was he disappointed by something? Had he wanted... 'Stop that thought right there, right now' he mentally scolded himself as he offered a small grin as he accepted the others outstretched hand. Now that the man wasn't on top of him and the stress of it all was able to dampen his building fire inside him which was something he was thankful for "Hey, it's no big deal! That was a good grip you had on me!" he tried to lighten the mood a bit as Marcel now thought back to it. Honestly being in the heat of the moment and his big issue clouded his thought process, he probably could have gotten out of it but he was distracted by other issues. Marcel would then notice the man chewing on his lip and seemed oddly down for some reason, what the hell? "Hey man, why the long face? You won that time, so what's with the kicked puppy look?" He asked, completely misreading the reason why Virgil seemed to be down, he thought that the man was just disappointed by the fact that Marcel had given up, yep. That was the only thing Marcel thought. However now that he finally cooled off Marcel would first put his hoodie back on before then walking over to Virgil and patting the man on the back before letting his hand rest on the small of the others back "Look it's already almost lunch for these kids, what do you say we just ditch this place and head to the beach?" Marcel spoke with a pleased tone, glad to be out of here "And heck, I'll drive. That way you can strip and drink all you want!" Marcel teased the other with an amused grin as he thought back to earlier this morning and Virgil's driving skills. Marcel would admit though, the other man didn't crash the truck so there was that. The former soldier would turn the TV and computer off, before then grabbing the bowel of Pizza Bagels that were left looking over at Virgil "C'mon, let's split. We have out snack for the road!" he stated before turning the lights to his room off and began his trek down the halls towards the exit, passing the cafeteria along the way and heard angry yelling coming from the chef "Yikes, he still seems mad, I'd avoid the cafeteria for awhile" he joked a bit before finally reaching the front doors and getting out of the school and into the fresh air and clear blue skies. Marcel would take a deep breath of fresh air before turning his head to Virgil and holding out his hand "Keys?"


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PostPosted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 9:47 pm
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By the time Marcel was on his feet, he had managed to tuck all those emotions back into the bottle where they belonged. It was just silly, a grown a** man crushing on someone like a high schooler. The school was getting to him, that was all. Too bad he wasn’t able to convince himself of that before his distress was noticed, Virgil mentally swearing to himself when those questions were voiced. ”Just worried that I might’ve hurt ya.” It wasn’t a complete lie, he did worry about it. He gave a languid grin as he shrugged a shoulder. ”Don’t want ah senior citizen like ya throwin’ their back out or anythin’.” Though if Marcel’s back did hurt him later, he refused to allow himself to feel even remotely guilty. It wasn’t like he’d asked to be picked up! Even now the big guy was still trying to wrap his mind around what had happened. The fact that an average person could pick up him up and toss him was a real eye-opener, needless to say. Virgil studied him carefully, one part of him hating the fact that the hoodie was being put back on and the other part being thankful for the exact reason. Probably for the best, honestly, since he didn’t need the distraction of looking at him without the added layer of clothing. His eyes slipped closed briefly as his hand came to touch his back as he allowed himself to relax. The more the Hispanic spoke, the easier it was for him to start thinking more like just a simple person and not a creature ruled by basic needs and desires. A brow was quirked while his companion suggested that they ditch early. Again. ”You’re ah bad influence, ya know that?” Virgil could pretend all he wanted that he wanted to set a good example, but it would be pretty easy to see through it. Just a hint of those pearly white teeth could be seen as he grinned. ”You’re too good t’me, sweetheart. But, c’mon…I’m not ah nudist. I’ll keep my clothes on ‘til we get t’ th’ beach. Ya don't have t'worry.” Well, he liked having something to cover his manly bits but having to wear the rest of his clothing was kind of an uncomfortable pain most of the time. He didn't like dealing with the hindrance whenever he needed to shapeshift in a hurry. Having to get completely undressed just slowed things down.

He'd move to wait near the door while the other finished getting ready, unable to stop the slight smile that graced his features as he followed him out the door. A snort left him when they passed the cafeteria and he heard the chef still yelling. It took everything he had to keep walking beside and not to disappear into the kitchens again just to cause more trouble. "He doesn't scare me. I'll go where I please." The brute snorted as he rolled his shoulders and straightened his spine, taking that Mr. Bad a** Alpha stance even while he was in his human form. He'd thought about bringing the bowl back when they were done using it, but now that jerk in the kitchen could forget it!

The rest of the tension drained from him once they stepped foot outside. Normally anxiety about getting trapped indoors would have plagued him the entire time, but it hadn't been so bad with Marcel around. Either way, he was thankful that there would be no need to be inside for a while. Just his truck, but that wouldn't be a big deal. His eyes cut over to him as a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips while he dug his keys. "Sure ya can manage?" Virgil only let the keys dangle for a second longer before he tucked them into the waiting palm. "Wreck my baby an' I'll wreck your face." He was completely joking. While he didn't think the Hispanic might be as good as him behind the wheel, he doubted that the guy could be completely awful. "An' if I catch ya textin', I'll totally throw your phone out th' window..." That was probably even more dangerous than drinking and stripping. He was only joking again though. Humming softly to himself, he grabbed a bagel from the bowl to munch on while he started to make tracks for his vehicle. "Pretty sure I got ah bottle of whiskey in my ice chest. We need to stop an' get anythin' else?" As he had stated, they already had snacks covered.

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