Arsen Harrington

Arsen looked at Theo and wasn't surprised by the look on his face. He was already enamored with the alluring aura of his surroundings and seemed to be falling for its charms pretty quickly. The club could be all encapsulating and it was known that people could spend days on end without leaving and he couldn't blame them. After all, this was a place that provided them with a sanctuary. They could bee themselves and let go of any inhibitions. He smirked and followed Theo towards the crowd of girls dancing. He placed his empty glass on a passing tray and simply watched. (END)

Arsen could get into the history of the Olympian Club but why bore Theo with the details of the place. Besides, the history was written all over the place. He could find out for himself and go exploring all the hidden in and outs of the club. He simply nodded as he took another sip of his drink. It wasn't ideal that other people whispered about the existence of the club or the amount of speculation that it provided. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel proud of it because it had been him that had made it what it was now. "I've been coming here since I was fifteen. Somehow it always felt like the place I belonged the most outside of camp." And that was saying a lot, knowing that he always made it seemed like he fit in anywhere with ease. "It's safe too so we never have to worry about being in danger though I cannot take credit for being the one that came up with a unique protection system."

Arsen followed Theo towards the bar and watched him with great intrigue as he got himself his drink. This was one of his favorite things to witness. He enjoyed watching the new people get a drink that fitted them so effortlessly. It never tasted the same to everyone. He looked at the deep blue mixing with the silver and he couldn't help but chuckle. A child of Hermes definitely fitted those color palettes. "What does it taste like?" He asked. As he leaned against the bar and turned to look at it, a glass materialized itself in front of him. He waited as mixture of deep purple with silver sparkles filled the glass from the bottom. "You see, even if I taste it, it wouldn't taste the same to me or even right for that matter. Everyone here is different so the drinks are catered to them personally. If someone else drinks it, it will always feel out of place." He took a sip of his drink and sighed in perfect contentment. He wanted something subtle today. He wasn't up for a long night of partying but rather a much more casual encounter. "So, how did you find out about this place?"

It didn't escape his notice that Theo seemed to be completely amazed by what he saw. He couldn't blame him. After all, Arsen had been so himself when he had first walked into the club. Though he would never admit it to anyone and he was also responsible for making the club that much more exclusive and intriguing. He glanced over the crowd to see some familiar faces and nodded in their direction. He always felt like quite the celebrity around but he kept such sentiments hidden under his usual air of coolness. "Well, that is putting it mildly. There is no bartender. You only have to get closer to the bar and it will make a drink perfect for you. Courtesy of Cabin 20. Might as well put those spells into good use. You want to try?"

Arsen watched as Theo took out a small, worn and utterly worthless coin. He raised his eyebrows with intrigued, wondering what it was about this thing that was so valuable to the blond. He listened as Theo narrated that it was a part of who he was, but Arsen didn't have the sufficient sympathy to tell Theo that it was not necessary and he could keep his precious trinket. Everyone had to go through this and honestly, it was more often than not that in real life, one had to sacrifice things that they held dear for the opportunity to explore the unknown. Besides, it was just a trinket. "Don't fret. It's not like you gave up a kidney," he said. Once Theo had placed the thing on the door, it took a few seconds to open. There were no glowing lights or spectacle from the door to announce that this was a pivotal moment. The door simply creaked open to reveal nothing but darkness. "Go on, I'm right behind you." Arsen extended his arm for Theo to go ahead and go first. He had to, after all. He had been the one to show his sacrifice and as this was his first time, he needed to do so.

Arsen grinned as Theo took on the challenge. It was straightforward what he needed to do but Arsen also knew that there was more than meets the eye. It was easy to find the inviting door but to get to it, to go through it was a different matter entirely. "Not so fast," Arsen said. "You can't just go through it. You have to offer it something. Everyone has something they desire deeply and every time you walk though this door, you have to be willing to sacrifice it." It was a different thing for everyone and that was what made it interesting. When Arsen had first joined, one simply had to solve a riddle or prove themselves with their skills as a demigod, but he had made it interesting. He was a child of Hecate after all, and he had enchanted the door to only accept that which you never wanted to lose. It worked well so far and it prevented people from joining simply because it looked fun. "So, what are you willing to sacrifice?"

Arsen grinned but he didn't say anything at first. He thought about what Theo had said, about his way of sneaking in and out of places and he had to admit that that trait was in fact true. He knew it was easy for the blond to go unnoticed and that was something he always wanted to use to his advantage. He was certain that the club would too but one didn't simply come up with a skill to offer and then get invited in. If that was the case, any demigod would join and then the exclusivity would vanish. So Arsen thought of a way to get Theo in. He took them the way to the club, going out into the world before them. Arsen was used to sneaking out of camp whenever he pleased. His magic was useful in that regard and when they arrived on a deserted town square, somewhere in New England, Arsen turned to Theo. "So you say you can sneak in and out of places, right? Well, get us in. We are close. It is somewhere in this town but I won't simply give you the keys and a warm welcome. You need to earn it."

Arsen chuckled. This was a very amusing situation if he said so himself. Not how he thought he would be spending his afternoon but hey, wasn't that how life was supposed to go. Arsen didn't say much as he closed the door to Cabin 20 behind him. He simply extended his arm so Theo would follow him. Truth was Arsen had been to the Olympian Club before. How could he not, given who he was? He knew its secrets and knew that it was often members who sought out prospective members rather than the other way around. He was breaking a million rules, but surely no one expected him so actually follow them. "Oh you would be surprised," Arsen said. "Everyone invited is a demi-god so you have to prove there is something else that you can bring to the table. Whether it be money, favors, power, doesn't matter. What do you bring to the table, Theo?"

Arsen chuckled. He looked at Theo with obvious intrigue and amusement. He had to hand it to him. He didn't back out easily but Arsen was a man on experience and he knew that the only reason that Theo had gone to him was because he could give him what he wanted. Arsen could cash in on that later. He was never in a rush to get what he wanted. He preferred waiting until the moment was opportune. Besides, Arsen could do with going out for more than a few hours. He was starting to get a little stir crazy in the stability of camp. "Alright. Let's go forward with this but know that later on, if there is anything I need, I won't hesitate to go to you." He smirked that trademark smirk that had made him popular with the female demographic. "But before we go, do you even know anything about this place? How did you even hear about it?"

It was a well known fact that Arsen was easy to manipulate, especially if one was willing to sweet talk him and kiss his ass. There was nothing he liked more than when people praised him and established the fact that he was a man of importance. Anyone could get far with him simply by stroking his ego. So when Theo said all the right words, it was only natural that Arsen would be appeased. He was the who in this situation, that was for sure. As one of the oldest campers, he was looked up to as a man of wordly knowledge. Theo had peaked his interest but as easy as it was to manipulate Arsen, he was not stupid and he was curious as to what was in store for Theo. It was also true that Theo, was the type of person to have a hidden agenda. His sister had told him so the first time they met, so as interested in the situation as Arsen was, he wanted to know what the angle was. "Okay, let's say I am interested. What is in it for me?"

Arsen was the kind of guy that liked to keep an air of mystery around him. No one really knew what he was up to half the time and it was true that nobody really bothered to ask him. He liked it that way. That meant that no one was truly in his business and he was free to come and go and do whatever he wanted without being bothered. That being said though, there were always exceptions. But tonight was not one of them and Arsen was doing what he did on a regular basis in the privacy of his room at camp. He was starting to grow bored of camp and he was due to go back to the city at any moment. But he was avoiding Celeste and he wasn't sure that being back in the city didn't mean running into her more than he wanted. Oh Celeste. He kept thinking about her and her little hold on him and it made him wonder if the reason he kept going back to her was simply because he liked her or there was something else lingering there. She was going to be the death of him though. That much was certain. As he was lost in mid thought, he heard his name being called out and he looked up, wondering who was calling and why. It wasn't like most people sought him out with frequency so he got up, walked over to the main entrance for Cabin 20 and was surprised to see Theo at the entrance. Arsen knew about Theo and how he managed to get involved with his sister. She had spared him the details but Arsen had been able to put two and two together. "Why do you ask?" Arsen said, intrigued and without bothering to greet him. "It is not hard to find, but I am curious as to why, you haven't found it on your own?" You had to be invited, of course and Arsen, naturally, had been. So it came to his surprise that Theo, being who he was, was reaching out to him for help, rather than using those thievery fingers of his to find the answers.

Arsen knew what Celeste was talking about. He wouldn't admit it to her, in fact, he didn't want to admit it to anyone. He knew that she was right. What they had had always been intense and it had always been electric and for some reason that defied all logic, it had been the best thing to have happened to him. She had a hold over him, with her enigmatic beauty and intensity. She drew him in every time he wanted to walk away. He couldn't describe it and he couldn't escape it. Despite knowing just how messed up it really was. Their entire lives, even when they had been children and hadn't known any better, they were always coming back to each other, eager for more. Arsen sighed and was quick to look away from her. She was asking him for too much. Arsen never wanted to be linked to anyone and he sure as hell didn't want to allow himself to grant her that power but he knew Celeste. She was crazy, in both a pleasant and unpleasant way. He didn't want to rile her up because doing so would create a bigger problem for him to deal with. He looked at her, glancing at her icy blue eyes and knew then though that despite the craziness, there was the good. When it was good, it was great. When they were together and the jealousy and the resentment and the craziness was at bay, they were good and it was good. Honestly, why couldn't just be that way all the time and keep their toxicity at bay. "Look Celeste, it is not that. It is just-" He shrugged. "I mean, what do you want from me? What are you looking for here? My attention? What is it?"

Arsen heard her loud and clear, but it surprised him to his core. She said she trusted him and he had never heard anything of the sort before. As far as Arsen was concerned, there was only one person in the planet that actually trusted him. That was his sister. Asher, for some reason, placed absolute trust on him and he could never understand why. Especially for someone as closed off as her. He couldn't even remember his own father trusting him but that was a different thought all together. And right now, this girl, at his mercy trusted him as well and Arsen wasn't quite sure what to make of that. Not that there was much time to think about it. Evelyn was playing with herself, teasing him so much that he was growing insatiable by the second. At her words, he merely complied and Arsen grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. He would have much rather do this on a bed but he wasn't about to stop on such details. Instead, he removed his pants altogether, placed his finger on the wetness of her opening and smiled at himself when she was ready. He was hard, it wasn't a secret and he was quick to turn her around so he could take her from behind. He would have slowly inserted himself but he couldn't wait. And though he was careful not to hurt her, he slid in easily, He moaned, feeling her warmth and once he regained control of his senses, he started to thrust himself into her. "Tell me," he said, grabbing her hair and whispering in her ear. "Tell me how hard you want me to fuck you."

What was Arsen supposed to do in that moment? Tell her the truth? It felt so wrong to tell her exactly what was on her mind. That was Asher's doing. Not his. He had a hard time telling people what he thought of them. It was much more easier to simply walk away and avoid the whole thing altogether. He avoided awkward, being the sort of person that ghosted and right now, ghosting was in order. He listened to her and avoided rolling his eyes like he so desperately wanted to. He wanted her to go. She was causing a scene and could see it through the eyes of everyone that walked around them. But it was too late. Celeste could be crazy and jealous but Arsen couldn't deny that she drew him into her. She was like a magnet. One he couldn't let go of and was constantly within his reach. Finally, he sighed and didn't held on as she free herself from his grip. "What do you want me to say?" He shrugged. "Obviously you are enough. It is just me. I have a lot going on and come on, Celeste, since when are we exclusive? Surely you know that what we have is about fun and having someone to come to when we need a break from our families and our responsibilities. You can't tell me that I am exactly what you want."

Alias: Mar Characters you are Keeping: Arsen and Asher Harrington Characters you are Making Inactive: N/A Characters you are Retiring: N/A

There was something incredibly alluring about being able to have a girl be at his disposal. Everything he did with his fingers, he was able to get her to squirm or moan or succumb to pleasure. He liked listening to her and the more she moaned, the harder he got, his instincts barely holding on. He was excited and his mind was racing, thinking about a million things he wanted to do to her. He had waited long enough and though they were in the middle of an event, though there was the possibility his presence might be missed, he didn't care. He extended his hand towards the doorknob and whispered the ancient incantation to lock doors. No one would disturb them. It was funny how, when it came to sex, Arsen was astute and incredible with his magic. He could make this entire place soundproof if it meant hearing her scream his name. He smiled and grabbed her by the waist. "Let me have sex with you. You got me all riled up and I've shown you I can give you pleasure. Let me get you to scream my name. Suck on your nipples. Feel your breasts against me. Feel the tightness of your pussy. I want to feel myself inside you. And if you allow me, let me make it the most intense fuck you've ever had. And if there is something you don't feel comfortable with, tell me now, for I want to make this intense and wild."

Arsen was well aware of his reputation. Hell, he had worked hard to cultivate it himself. He knew what Celeste was talking about. All of those nights they had stayed up, talking, partying, doing what teenagers did, it had meant something to him. They had once been some of the most influential kids in New York, growing up together, going to extravagant events and throwing their own soirees. They relish in their ability to go from being at the top of their game in the city and continue their exploits at camp. Celeste was perhaps the one person that knew everything about Arsen. All the dirty secrets, all the things they had to do to get themselves out of trouble. She could let it all come crushing down on him. Besides his sister, Arsen always trusted Celeste, but that had been then. Now things were different. And he couldn't quite tell you when things had changed or why. It wasn't like he had gone through some extravagant character growth. He had grown but he was still pretty much the same clueless jackass he had been before. His grip on Celeste' arm didn't soften because as beautiful as she was, she was a hurricane and it took a lot for Arsen to deal with her on a daily basis. Maybe that had been the reason he had let go. He just needed a break from the crazy. "What about us?" Arsen said with a sigh. "I mean, evidently I do know how it feels since you are here telling me about it yourself. I needed a break Celeste. You are not expandable, in fact, you are too much. You can't blame me for wanting a little distance. Especially given how you did it to me first."

This entire scenario was very different from what Arsen had imagined or even previously experienced. It was so chill and so tame that he wondered if he was capable of having fun without losing absolute control over the situation. If he was able to simply be himself without needing to force chaos and turmoil into his life. Could he have clean cut fun and actually enjoy it? Arsen had about a million thoughts running through his mind but he didn't want to settle on any one and he certainly didn't want to overthink the situation. "I'm down for it. Are you going to perform just like that? I always imagined you needed a bit more time to rehearse. Not that it's a bad thing. I don't know. I guess I myself am not comfortable just going up on stage without a drink in my hand." (Shall we fast forward? I am lost on where to continue.)

Arsen had learned to separate his life in New York from his life at camp. It was pretty easy at times since he didn't have access to his phone or other forms of communication. His friends back home had gotten used to his disappearances over time and when he came back they were more than happy to catch him up on everything he had missed. But every so often there was one person that was particularly hard to let go of. Arsen had grown up with Celeste. His father was friends with her mother and considering they both had something very unique in common, it was no surprise his father had wanted them to get along in hopes he wouldn't feel so alone in his situation. Growing up with Celeste was interesting and she was anything but tame. In fact, the girl was quite wild and at times too much for him to deal with at a time. When he had been a teenager, she had been fun but after that, she was more trouble than what he thought she was worth and he had started to only come around when he needed something from her. Arsen was not above using people for his own benefit, and she was no exception. But that only meant he would see her on his own terms, or so he liked to believe. Which brought them to the current situation. It was one of those times when Arsen actually had to be at the office since there was an important meeting with stock holders and despite his unreliable nature, he still had an important vote in the board meetings. Which honestly, bored him to death. He leaned back against his chair, half listening when one of the secretaries walked in. "Mr. Harrington? There is a woman here for you. Celeste Hadzis she said her name was. I'm afraid she is being insistent." Arsen looked up and simply dismissed the secretary. His usual tell her I'm not here rolled out of his tongue rolled out so effortlessly that he barely noticed it. Putting that matter to rest, or so he thought, the secretary came back and he noticed the frantic look on her face. It was enough to bring the meeting to an abrupt halt, with the board members looking at him with slight annoyance. "I'm afraid sir, that she won't leave and I am being told things are being broken." Arsen looked at her with confusion but he groaned as he got up from his chair and followed her outside, excusing himself from the meeting. On one end he was relieved to be out of there but on the other, anything Celeste was a no go. With all the energy he could muster, he got himself to the scene of the chaos and when he saw her, he simply sighed to himself, walked over to her and grabbed her by the arm. "Thank you, gentlemen. I got it from here," he told his staff before pulling Celeste away from them and bringing her to face her. He was holding her tightly but he was cautious not to hurt her. He didn't want to add to the crazy. "Okay, so you have my attention. What do you want?"

Arsen had never been much of a music fan. He had gone to concerts out of invitations and had participated in Coachella but nothing he did there was as a fan of the musical arts. It was mostly to meet and hook up with girls, drink and do other kinds of illicit activities. He listened to music naturally but if someone asked him who and what was his favorite music, he had no real response. He wondered what he meant by inspiration but was also not about to question it. Whatever James meant by that was something he was okay with. He watched James manage to find a phone to look up the information and when he did Arsen simply chuckled. It was always amusing to him how easy it was for James to get excited about things and that excitement could be intoxicating. "I am down for it. This Saturday is still a couple of days away. Do you want to wait that long or do you want to see if there is something else happening sooner? I am not planning on sleeping during this trip."

Arsen had long forgotten where he was and what he was doing there. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except for that beautiful woman that had his cock inside of her mouth and was playing with it in such a way that had him moaning ever so slightly. He had learned how to control himself and how to make the anticipation build until he was ready. He wasn't one to simply let go once he felt himself cumming. He had stamina and he had endurance. But she was testing his patience and his ability to refrain himself. The way she moaned was intoxicating and he had to bite his lip to keep himself sane. He looked down at the way she slowly brought her fingers to her underwear and he could swear it was like she was glowing, radiating pleasure. She moaned and Arsen was having a hard time keeping himself from ripping off her underwear. The way she was taking him after took a moment to control. He wanted more than just to have her suck him. He wanted to be inside her, rip away her clothes in an animalistic matter. "I want to go inside you," he said, lowering his hands over her hand. He wrapped his hand around her hair and gently pulled so she would turn to look at him. He wanted her to meet his gaze and he moved his body away from her. "No more games. Let me show you what it is like to be with a man." He smiled, lowering his body. He kissed her for a moment and let his own fingers enter her underwear. She was wet and he chuckled to himself. He placed them over her entrance and gently brought them inside. He played with her insides, feeling her flesh tight around him. She was getting harder to endure.

Arsen had never been much of a virtuoso and when he embarked on cultural expeditions its was rarely about the culture itself. But James knew what he wanted to see and Arsen was willing to let go of the usual booze and women to actually enjoy the city he was in. He had never actually seen Barcelona, at least not sober and and coherent. It was bound to be a new experience for sure. "Do you know of any artists that you want to go see? I have to admit I am unfamiliar with the music scene, but wherever you want to take us, I am more than willing. What should be our first step?"

On paper, James and Arsen seemed polar opposites. No one would ever describe Arsen as dependable or reliable. He was reckless and at times stupid but he had a way of charming his way out of any situation that always seemed to get him unscathed. He had never known what his path was supposed to be. He knew the path he could have taken, but being his father's heir had never been in the cards for him. Not to mention he would be terrible at it. He had spent a lot of time guessing and taking leap after leap, hoping he would land on his feet. But that was cute at seventeen. Now he was an adult and Arsen knew that he had to think about his future, about what he truly wanted and who he was to become. He wanted to make his mark but he wasn't sure how or he even could. Hell, he didn't even know what he was good at that didn't involve women, drugs or alcohol. "Thanks for listening mate, and in the spirit of taking chances, it is up to you to shape the next course of our adventure. What do you want to do?"

Arsen had found himself in too many of these scenarios. He wasn't sure if it was his dark prince persona that attracted so many females but he wasn't one to run out of girls to play with or girls that wanted to play with him. Evelyn removed lowered his pants, his belt gone, and placed herself in his favorite position. She was on her knees and he could hardly contain himself. He could feel his member pulsating in anticipation and it wasn't hard for it to show. She had her exposed breasts pressing against him and he could imagine what it would feel like to have them on his face, to suck on her nipples ever so slightly and to hear her moan in anticipation, just to cut it short. When she started sucking him, it was like she knew exactly what she was doing and she knew just how to press the right buttons that had him moaning himself. "That feels so good," he said, his breathing growing heavier. He loved when girls went down on him, it was the best way to get his nerve endings fired up and ready to go. Even more so when it felt he could hardly resist himself. "Put it in your mouth. Let me see how deep you can go."

Arsen only needed to be told for him to follow Evelyn. He was a guy after all and the potential promise of a night of debauchery was. enough for him to let go of all reason and follow his instincts. And his instincts really wanted this daughter of Aphrodite. How any man could ever resist them? He didn't know. How any girl could resist them was a mystery as well. All he wanted was for her wrapped in his embrace, playing, teasing and what not. He followed her into a room, which was small and he found himself grinning, imagined her pressed against his own body. She played with her dress. Her fingers twirling around the fabric and he looked at her barely resisting to close the space between them and rip it off of her. It was only a moment later that her dress fell off and her breasts came into view. When she got closer to him, he could feel every nerve ending in his body coming alight and she began to slowly play with the buttons in his shirt. He knew she was slowly enticing him and seducing him and she was succeeding but he refrained from ripping open his own shirt and instead just took off his jacket and his bowtie. She began to unbutton his shirt one by one and when she asked him if he was enticing him, he grinned. Her hands slid down to his pants and she began to unbuckle his belt. That was enough to get him hot and bothered and it showed. He grabbed her hand and placed it below his belt, so she could feel him. "I think you can figure out the answer to that question yourself." He smiled, moving his gaze from her eyes to her breasts. He placed his hands over them and thought how big and soft they felt and how much he wanted to bury his head on them, maybe suck on her. "Do as you wish." (Any GM is okay by me!)