Incoming Sand Storms (Anthony/OPEN)

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POSTED ON Oct 3, 2013 9:23:22 GMT -8

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Cameron felt his situation to be very ironic. Here he was, a son of Bestet, an iconic symbol for cats and he was regularly compared to a guard hound. Being the unofficial guard of the Pharaoh was an difficult task on the best of days, but Cameron never felt the need to complain. He knew some campers talked behind his back about his 'unfortunate circumstances' and chalked it up to who his mother was. They made it sound like he was some mindless slave born solely to protect Anthony. Cameron was far from mindless.

His thoughts were rudely interrupted as he felt a pinprick of pain on his torso. Cameron lifted his head and cracked open one eye to look down at the fluffy little kitten clawing it's way up his side. It let out a happy little mewl as it flopped up to his face and rubbed its fluffy body against his chin. Cameron couldn't stop the dull smile lighting up his face as he raised one hand and lazily scratched the kitten behind the ears. There was a sudden chorus of protest as the rest of the litter of kittens called for his attention as well.

Cameron carefully maneuvered his body to avoid the little creatures as he sat up, making sure to keep the first kitten cradled to his chest. He instinctively took in his surroundings for any danger, mostly in concern for his kitten friends. The oasis was deserted at this time of morning, but in Cameron's mind it created a beautiful picture. The hints of Ra's sun was just lighting the sky, the previous cold sand had already started to warm and the water reflected the sky like a mirror. Cameron had had troubles sleeping last night, like he always had. He was naturally nocturnal, like most cats and sometimes would patrol around camp during the night to keep himself proactive. Or on a lazy day, he will just take a quick cat nap by the oasis and the cats will flock to him like a magnet if he stays in one place to long.

The mother of the litter was sitting by the edge of the oasis, using the water to help her with her bath. Cameron gave her an unamused look as her litter of kittens continued to climb all over him, hyper active now that the sun was coming up. One of the darker coloured kittens was chewing on his hair happily, not caring that his claws were digging into Cameron's ear.

The boy let out a soft sigh and tried to convince the kitten to go play with his siblings who were entertaining themselves with his shoelaces.

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Incoming Sand Storms (Anthony/OPEN)

POSTED ON Oct 5, 2013 15:11:35 GMT -8

Post by Anthony Anderson on Oct 5, 2013 15:11:35 GMT -8

Anthony felt like he was either going to be sick or explode. He had been working out for several hours straight and it was more than he had ever put his body through before – he could tell by the sickening feeling mixed with pure exhaustion that washed over him. But he couldn’t help it. He was growing more and more frustrated and he had to let it out. Darren was causing chaos around the camp as usual – he was going to murder him one day, he was sure of it – and Sami had left the camp once and upon returning, refused to tell him where he had gone. Since when did Sami keep secrets from him?

He had bandaging wrapped around his left hand, having bruised it on a punching bag. He made a mental note to never use a punching bag barehanded ever again. His knuckles burnt and almost all of his muscles ached. He was hot under the Texan heat, but he was used to it. He had taken a quick moment to splash water onto his face to get off the sweat and draped a towel across his shoulders. With a water bottle in hand, he made his way to the Oasis, the perfect place to cool down in his opinion.

He ended up pouring the majority of the water onto his head, wetting his hair and humming quietly to himself at the cold touch of the water dripping down his neck. He finished the rest off and threw the bottle into a trashcan before he finally made it to the Oasis. He paused and grinned when he saw his best friend. He lightly chuckled to himself when he noticed the kittens. Walking over, he took a seat by him. “I see you’re making new friends as usual,” he said with a light smile, briefly wondering if he looked as sick, tired, and frustrated as he felt.

He couldn’t help smiling brighter as a kitten pawed at his leg. He looked to Cameron and asked teasingly, “Relatives of yours?” Cameron was probably the one and only person he let every ounce of his guard down around. They had known each other for so long and became so close. He saw no issues with their relationship. When Cam wasn’t around, he often got teased with others asking where his boyfriend was. And whenever he said they were just friends, he heard someone mutter “Yeah, but with benefits.”

He saw no problem with resting his head against Cameron’s shoulder as he did so, hoping his friend didn’t mind that he was still a smidge sweaty. He was so used to having Cam by his side that it didn’t feel right when they weren’t together. They weren’t close like brothers, but they were certainly closer than friends. Cameron was practically his first everything. His first best friend and his first kiss. The two had never dated as Anthony identified as straight, but he wasn’t completely against Cameron kissing him. He would never admit it, but by the way his body would react and the way he would return any kiss on the lips, he quite enjoyed any sign of affection.

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POSTED ON Oct 5, 2013 18:47:08 GMT -8

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Cameron leaned down and took off his shoes and socks for the kittens to play with. As soon as he set the shoe down, one of the kittens jumped into it and got stuck. He sighed good naturedly and helped the kitten wriggled free of its confines before setting it back down in the sand. It promptly started chewing on the demigod's fingers viciously. The effort would have been much more effective if the little cat had teeth. Cameron humoured the kitten and just let it continue to nibble his hand and used his free hand to chuck one of his socks in a game of fetch for the other kittens.

The kittens never tired of playing with Cameron and he usually had to physically remove them from his person if he wanted to move. He knew there were a few advantages to be a son of Bestet. There were very few other ways he would like to spend his day than being surrounded by cats. He always liked to joke with Anthony that he would grow up to be a 'mad-cat-lady' stereotype. Just his cats would follow his orders and protect him from monsters, if need be.

Camp Isis had a specific line of pure breed Egyptian Mau cats living in the camp. They were highly respected in the camp and took care of any mouse or bird problems that they had in camp. Any child of Bestet has a special connection with cats and usually used them as messengers, guides and even little spies when asked. In turn, the cats had the demigods protection and infinite food supply.

Cameron made it his hobby to take care of the cats and usually got very odd looks when he went to the veterinarians with half a dozen cats at a time. He usually used the excuse that he owned a breeding house for rare cat breeds, thus the pure breed Egyptian Maus he had.

The demigod grumbled slightly as the kitten chewing on his hand decided to use his claws as well, which were significantly more effective than his teeth. Cameron gently removed his hand from the kittens teeth and scooped him up into his arms. The kitten curled into his warmth with a happy purr and closed his eyes for a nap.

Cameron looked up sharply as all the cats in the clearing paused in their activities and swung their heads in the direction of the camp, before relaxing into a pile of happy purrs. Sauntering into the Oasis clearing was none other than Anthony Anderson, the Pharaoh of Camp Isis, himself.

A shock ran through Cameron's entire body at the sight of the dripping wet Anthony and dropped the kitten in his arms by accident. The cat yowled shortly before landing on its feet roughly, already turning around to hiss unhappily at Cameron. He scrambled to run a had down the kittens back, petting it into submission and until its hisses turned into purrs again. "Sorry." Cameron apologized with a wince of regret.

He was sufficiently distracted by Anthony sitting down at his side and shivers ran down his spine at the sound of his laugh. He unconsciously shifted closer to Anthony, nearly flattening the kitten he had just dropped. Cameron went a bit pink in the cheeks as he apologized to the kitten again. For its own safety, he shooed the kitten off to play with its siblings who were still preoccupied with his socks.

"Kittens aren't exactly hard to please. Plus they can't talk back." He said lightly. His eyes followed the path of water down his neck and had to make a conscious effort to move his head to tear his eyes away. Cameron turned to look over at the mother cat who was- if Cameron didn't know any better- smirking cruelly at him. He half hearted glared back at the cat and turned back to Anthony.

Cameron snorted at Anthony's question and rolled his eyes. "I feel insulted that you would insinuate such a thing." Cameron said loudly, nudging Anthony with his elbow. His relationship with Anthony was easy and natural. It came to him as easily as breathing and felt just right in the very depths of his soul, as cheesy as it sounded.

He hummed contently as Anthony put his head on his shoulder, shifting ever so slightly to bring himself closer to Anthony. Cameron brought up one of his hands and ran it through Anthony's short hair, revealing in the feeling of the soft strands. He gently manipulated Anthony's head away from his shoulder and looked the other boy straight in the eye, their noses gently brushing. He took that moment to just admire the little things about Anthony; his slightly labored breathing from his work out, the way his eyes were dilated in the early morning light, and the light sheen of his skin slicked with sweat. Cameron pressed forward slowly, just brushing his lips softly against Anthony's. There was no pressure or rush behind it, just a soft caress of lips.

Cameron felt himself melt at the sensation as he drew back away from Anthony, a silly smile on his face. He briefly pressed his forehead against the Pharaoh's, just sharing his breath for a single moment before pulling away again. Cameron gently moved his hands (which had been tangled into Anthony's hair until that moment) down Anthony's arms and twined them with Anthony's hands. He paused when he felt an odd texture under his hands and drew away from Anthony to glance down at his hand. He yanked the son of Ra's hand up to his face to look closely at his bandaged hands.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked fiercely, his body already thrumming with anger at the possibility of someone hurting his Anthony. "Just give me a name, Anthony. That's all need. I'll track them down and-" Cameron cut himself off with a furious cat-like hiss.

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Incoming Sand Storms (Anthony/OPEN)

POSTED ON Oct 14, 2013 18:22:29 GMT -8

Post by Anthony Anderson on Oct 14, 2013 18:22:29 GMT -8

Anthony in a way understood what Cameron’s feelings toward him were, but he had never allowed himself to put words to them. Why? He wasn’t entirely sure. He had known Cameron for about ten or so years and thus the way they interacted – though some would view it as how lovers were supposed to act – felt completely natural and normal to him. Cameron was his best friend, and he enjoyed the intimacy between the two of them. He never voiced it, but it wasn’t as if he tried to hide how he felt.

He closed his eyes, perfectly content with listening to the sound of Cameron’s voice. He felt the exhaustion from his workout getting the better of him, especially when he felt Cameron’s hand run through his hair causing his entire body to relax at the familiarity of his touch. He felt like he could just fall asleep, sitting there and leaning against Cameron. His eyes blinked open as his head was moved and he found himself looking straight into Cameron’s eyes. He was mesmerized by the coloring and the shine to his eyes, the way that they caught the sun’s light.

Cameron’s lips brushed against his and in that moment, his eyelids felt heavy, halfway closing and a comforting warmth filled him, turning his thoughts to mush and sending his heart skipping a beat. When the kiss broke, he followed Cameron’s lips ever-so-slightly, as if not wanting it to have ended so soon. He felt Cameron’s forehead rest against his and he closed his eyes, a lazy smile on his face and letting out a short, quiet hum of enjoyment at the simple intimacy of the moment. It was rare for him to be the one to start their affectionate moments, but whenever Cameron started one, he usually found that he didn’t want it to end.

And every time an emotion stirred up within him and a single thought fluttered through his mind amongst the other thoughts that had mushed together during the kiss. A simple thought made up of three words. Those same words were running through his head as he felt Cameron pull his forehead away and move his hands from being entangled in the Pharaoh’s hair to running down his arms, sending small shivers tingling down his spine.

He was successfully entranced, his eyes on staring intently at Cameron, mesmerized by the emotion coursing through him. He felt the need to have that same closeness again. Feeling Cameron’s hands running down his arms and to his own hands made him long to be held by his best friend, curled up in his arms and kissing him again. He found that he was actually leaning forward to kiss Cameron when his hand was suddenly yanked.

He winced, mainly from the utter surprise of the moment shattering. He was brought back to reality and the three words in his mind dissolved and he found that he was faintly blushing. He didn’t completely understand his feelings toward Cameron. They were best friends and worked together as Pharaoh and his guardian. He chalked the feelings up to having spent practically ten years being so close to Cameron. They had basically grown up together and that must have been why they were so close. That had to be.

He blinked and momentarily paused as Cameron’s words reached him. He raised an amused eyebrow and faintly smirked when Cameron hissed. “My hero, you’re going to go kill a punching bag for me,” he teased before looking down at his hand. His knuckles still ached, but he guessed it was because they were bruised and the bandage was pressing against the bruising. He turned his attention back to Cameron, tilting his head to the side ever-so-slightly.

“Give me some credit,” he said in amusement, “I don’t get my ass kicked that easily.” He sighed and ran his non-bruised hand through his hair. “I just went a bit… overboard with my workout,” he admitted with a guilty smile. He doubted Cameron would like that he pushed himself too hard. He wondered if he could tell from how close he was sitting, how sick and exhausted the Pharaoh felt.

“It’s not my fault, though!” he quickly came to his own defense, childishly of course. “I mean you take up this position but the gods forbid that they warn you at how freakin’ frustrating it can be!” He was getting riled up, as he usually did when he got the opportunity to vent. “Especially when I’m doing it on my own–” he paused and gestured to Cameron “–aside from you, like I’m the only Pharaoh. Though I heard they picked a second Pharaoh, which is about freakin’ time.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with his non-bruised hand, his bruised hand still being held by Cameron most likely. “Maybe the new Pharaoh can take Darren’s crap off of my shoulders and perhaps get Sami to open up more, but until then, I have to deal with them. I mean I like Sami, we’re friends, but I swear to the gods, he’s not telling me something!” He looked at Cameron with a look that clearly said oh my gods, can you believe that?! plastered onto his face.

“And it’s not like Darren ever gives me a break!” Yes, he was on a roll with his venting, getting himself worked up and frustrated all over again. He barely noticed one of the kittens clawing at biting at the toe of one of his shoes. “I’m sure I’m going to kill him one day ‘cause he pisses me off and he does it on purpose. I mean doesn’t he have anything better to do than make my life miserable?!” Truth be told, he was barely paying attention to Cameron now. He lightly hit his knee with his non-bruised hand, internally steaming with frustration.

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Cameron could see red creeping into his vision like some infectious disease, his hands shaking so violently against Anthony's skin he was afraid he would bruise the Pharaoh's wrists. He quickly withdrew his hands from Anthony's, recoiling away from the other man as the need to claw someone's eyes out boiled darkly in his gut. He leaned away from Anthony and tried to breath some fresh air to try to clear his head, but all he could smell was the familiar scent of Anthony and blood. He turned his light coloured eyes to the mother cat who was still sitting at the edge of the water. The she cat was hissing audibly, in tune to Cameron's own fury. In fact, all the cats around the oasis were suddenly hissing and growling, the fur along their spine standing on end. He scooted even further away from Anthony, trying to rein in his fury before it became out of control. Unfortunately that's when the self-hate decided to kick in. Why hadn't Cameron gone out to find Anthony instead of just laying about? He could have prevented this entire situation completely. But nooo, he just had to sit with the kittens and laze about. Cameron curled in on himself, drawing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his knees. He pointedly didn't look at Anthony in fear of getting angry again.

The kittens decided to act as a comfort to the son of Bast, and climbed into the minimal gap between his legs and his body. They purred loudly enough for Cameron to feel the vibrations through his shirt and warmed his skin. The demigod's entire body relaxed of its tension and he finally managed to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Cameron leaned down slightly to nuzzle his nose into the kittens' soft fur and took in their newborn-smell. He laughed softly when the kittens started licking his face and rubbing up against his chin.

Turning his attention back to Anthony -much calmer now- Cameron looked just in time to notice the Pharaoh smirking at him. He probably thought his hissing was cute, the jerk. He thought to himself and narrowed his eyes at the other boy. He resolutely with held himself from touching Anthony, in a childish move of revenge. Cameron busied himself giving attention to the kittens, running his hands down their back and tickling their paw pads when they got too rambunctious. He ducked his head at Anthony's words, his face going red. Okay, maybe he was a little over protective and over reacted a little. But what if it really had been a threat! Cameron still hadn't been there to protect Anthony. Glaring hatefully at himself, he looked over to Anthony who was staring down at his damaged hand. Good, he hoped his hand still hurt.

Cameron flinched at his own thoughts and before he knew it he had reached out and gripped Anthony's injured hand gently. He carefully unwound the bandages to get a look at the cracked skin. They looked minor enough and would probably heal in a few days but Cameron would feel much better if Anthony had put some ice on them to help with the swelling. Calling over one of the cats, Cameron ran a hand down the cat's spine before politely asking it to fetch him some ice. Despite the lack of operable thumbs, he was sure the feline would figure out some way or another to fulfill his order.

In the mean while, Cameron ran his fingers gently over the purple and black skin, humming unhappily at the sight. "Just tell me what punching bag and I'll turn it into a scratching post." Cameron joked lightly, brushing his lips delicately over the bruised skin. His lips lingered thoughtfully over the knuckle of Anthony's ring finger before Cameron reluctantly withdrew.

"With me around, you shouldn't get your ass kicked at all." Cameron grumbled under his breath before moving closer to Anthony once more. This was pathetic. He tried to stay away from the man and could only last a few seconds. Cameron internally scoffed at himself before mentally shrugging and casually tangled their legs around each other's. He huffed at the Pharaoh and gave him clearly unimpressed look as he leaned forward into Anthony's personal space. His hands were still wrapped delicately around Anthony's injured hand, handling him like fine china. "Do I have to start following you to your work outs as well now?" Cameron teased his Pharaoh gently, brushing his nose against Anthony's to show he was just joking.

Cameron leaned back even further as Anthony became more worked up and warily watched him for flailing limbs. His eyes followed Anthony's hand as it ran through his hair and Cameron had to restrain himself from copying the motion. In the dull morning light his hair looked absolutely entrancing and teasingly soft. Cameron cursed Anthony's perfect hair as it distracted him from his words.

"Of course it isn't your fault." Cameron reasoned gently. "Its the inanimate punching bag's fault." He frowned when Anthony's rant went into familiar waters. Cameron could feel his heart start to bleed for the man. He couldn't even being to imagine the amount of pressure on Anthony's shoulders, but he understood it better than most. He was by Anthony's side day in and out and could see the weight on those (finely muscled and also perfect) shoulders.

"To be fair," Cameron said sternly. "I don't think anyone can really handle Darren. He's like a force of nature mixed with a shark." Oh how Cameron wanted to punch the son of Set in the face sometimes. He had actually punched Darren a few times in the face but unfortunately Darren gave as good as he got and the end result was a heavily bruised and bleeding pair. "And Sami has Reid with him. As long as long as those two have each other, I'm sure Sami will be fine."

Cameron was particularly proud of his work on Reid. When he first meet the young boy he had just been a volatile trouble maker, but with a little molding he turned out to be a loyal guard for both Sami and the new Pharaoh. Which left Cameron free to focus all his attentions on Anthony.

Cameron's jaw clenched at the continued rant about Darren and he regretted now hitting the son of Set earlier. "Darren will be Darren. As much as I hate to say it, chaos is kind of in his DNA. Don't get me wrong, he's a jerk and I want to punch him in the face every time he opens his mouth. But dwelling on why Darren acts the way he does, is just going to give you a head ache." Cameron said soothingly, losing his inner battle and running a hand through Anthony's hair. His blunt finger nails scratched lightly against his scalp in a manner similar to how Cameron scratched a cat. Cameron narrowed his eyes when Anthony hit his knee and instantly grabbed the man's hand. He used it to tug Anthony closer to him and slammed his mouth forcefully against the Pharaoh's. Where before the kiss was just light and barely there; now Cameron put force behind the kiss. His hand tightened in Anthony's hair and tilted his head to the side to make the angle more comfortable for both of them. It was like fire meet gun powder. Cameron surged forward and he could hear the thunder of his heart beat in his ears and irrational need to start purring. Suppressing a smirk against Anthony's lips, Cameron hungrily trailed down the hand that had been buried in Anthony's hair to the nape of his neck. He twined his fingers in the short hairs there and resisted the urge to move his hand lower. The two of them had drawn the line in the sand years ago of how far they could go with this. True, in recent years Cameron had been toeing the line a dangerous amount, but he was a cat and cats had excellent balance.

Cameron breathed harshly out of his nose when he realized he had been holding his breath. His eyes fluttered open (when had he closed them?) and reluctantly pulled away from Anthony, with a last long lick against Anthony's bottom lip. He took a moment just to take in Anthony's bright red lips before giving him a down right dirty smirk and a raised eyebrow. "How about we talk about something other than Darren right now?"

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POSTED ON Nov 22, 2013 15:55:01 GMT -8

Post by Anthony Anderson on Nov 22, 2013 15:55:01 GMT -8

Anthony huffed stubbornly as he forced himself to quietly listen to Cameron. It wasn’t healthy for him to talk about Darren because the mere topic made his blood boil. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he was someday told he had high blood pressure. It would be Darren’s fault, he was sure of it. And if he ever had a heart attack, he would blame that on Darren too. It must have been unhealthy to put so much stress into his life.

His body relaxed and his eyes fluttered close as he felt Cameron’s hand running through his hair. His eyes snapped open as he felt Cameron snatch up his hand and tug him forward. A small, startled noise escaped him before he found his lips crashing against Cameron’s. He claimed that he was straight, but anyone who saw the two could plainly see that he was returning each and every kiss. As Pharaoh, he liked to be in control. He liked to show that his title made him dominate over the other campers – he tried to do so nicely.

But whenever Cameron took control or showed even the slightest signs of dominance, he didn’t argue. Why? The son of Ra shamelessly found it a complete turn-on. That was literally all Cameron had to do if he wanted to make out with the Pharaoh. The forceful kiss was enough to fog up his mind and make him forget about their surroundings. He had once forgotten where he was and wound up making out with Cameron until Sami had reminded him that they were in the dining hall, having dinner in front of everyone.

He managed to remind himself to breathe through his nose, rather than holding his breath against the kiss. He wasn’t sure who had ever drawn the line in their relationship, but he knew that he wouldn’t be the one to cross it. He was too afraid of any negative possible affects it could have on their relationship. He didn’t want to be in a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with Cameron. Benefits didn’t even begin to cover it. He could feel and hear his own heart pounding and briefly wondered if he was hearing Cameron’s as well.

When the kiss broke, he visibly shuddered as his lip was licked, a chill shooting up his spine. He could feel the heat of a blush painted on his face. The look Cameron gave him didn’t help at all. He moved quickly, getting onto Cameron’s lap and straddling him. He didn’t do that often, but whenever he had, it was usually when the two were alone and he wanted the sensation of Cameron’s lips against his and the warmth of his hands.

“I never told you to stop,” he breathed out, ignoring his injured hand and how tired and sore his body was. He wrapped his arms around Cameron’s neck, intertwining the fingers of his non-injured hand with his guard’s blonde hair. He pressed his lips back to Cameron’s, resting his body forward and against him.

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