The sea is really salty which makes swimming easy. It's so sunny here that the water is often pretty warm. Beneath the surface, brightly coloured tropical fishies dart around and in some areas, the sand gives way to rocks where all kinds of creatures live.

::Hawke made a little error in his shimmering, and both he and Ryo end up shimmering in just abover the water. It's not really the gorgon's fault - seeing as how he's never been to this particular paradise island before.

Both gorgon and shapeshifter fall into the water with a big splash.::

::Ryo goes under, then comes up. There's a huge smile on his face, and he shakes his head to get the hair out of his eyes.::

"This is awesome!"

::Hawke sputters and spits out water. He looks less than happy about their wet situation. But hey, the sun is shinign, the water is warm, Ryo's grinning like an idiot - and most importantly - he's out of the rain.

The gorgon presses his hands on Ryo's head and dunks him underwater. He holds the blonde beneath the surface for several moments, laughing to himself.::

(End of the world be damned. This isn't so bad.)

::Ryo goes under deeper, swimming below Hawke and comes up behind him, then proceeds to jump on his back.::

::Hawke feels the bearboy jump on him, and temporarily goes under as a result. But he kicks his feet and finds solid ground. Turns out they're not too far off from shore. Hawke rises back to the surface - now carrying Ryo piggyback style.::

"Hold on, punk."

::Loosely hooking his arms under Ryo's legs, the gorgon carries them both to shore. Once there, he unceremoniously dumps Ryo on the sandy beach.::

"Sunshines, sand, sea... now this is exactly what I need."

(Too bad it's not going to last.)

"Yeah..."

::He peels off his shirt, then lays back in the sand, shading his eyes from the sun.::

(I want a wicked tan.)

::Hawke eyes the now shirtless bearboy.::

"Not bad. For a punk."

::Since he doesn't have a shirt anyways, he just gets down beside Ryo and proceeds to lie on his back.::

::He gives a short laugh.::

"A punk? I'm not a punk!"

::Hawke rolls over so that the heat of the sand is able to warm up his ungodly flat tummy.::

"Oh yeah? You look like a punk from where I'm lying."

::Which is like two inches away. The gorgon's got a raised eyebrow, and he looks like he's thoroughly enjoying picking on Ryo. Who wouldn't?::

"Well, you look like an old man from where I am."

::He's grinning.::

"A very pastey looking old man."

::Hawke scoffs. He crosses his arms under his head, and turns his face so that he's looking at Ryo.::

"Right. And that's why you wanted to spend your last hours on a deserted island stuck with me. Because i'm so ugly."

"I didn't say ugly. I said pastey. And the same right back atcha, punk."

"Yeah, well, we don't get much sun down in the Underworld. What's your excuse?"

::Hawke props himself up on his shoulder to get a better view of Ryo. All of Ryo.::

"And, I never denied the fact that you're a very hot, and attractive, little shit."

"Duuh. It was implied."

::It's not like Ryo's self centered or anything.::

"True. You're still a little punk."

::Hawke's totally underdressing the rest of Ryo with his eyes. His finger, which is tracing circles in the sand between them, bumps into bearboy's bare arm every so often. Completely by accident.::

"Whatever, Gramps."

::He smiles for a second, then stands up.::

"Betcha can't catch me!"

::He takes off down the beach.::

::Hawke just rolls his eyes and lies back down, on his back, on the sand. He closes his eyes.::

(Five... four... three... two...)

::At the count of 'one', the demon shimmers to stand right before Ryo so that bearboy tumbles into him.::

"Too easy. Which is just like you."

"You cheated!"

::He rolls off from him, laughing.::

"No fair!"

::Hawke follows the rolls so that he's on top of Ryo, arms holding himself up over the bearboy. The gorgon doesn't waste time.::

"One of the perks of being a bad guy."

::The demon's trails his left hand down the length of Ryo's upper body, stopping just above his waistline.::

"No rules. Nothing to hold you back."

"--From tying people to a pole and then stabbing them?"

::He's almost forgotten about that incident in the underworld.::

"Heh, that."

::His hand stops moving around for a second as Hawke gives Ryo a slightly guilty look.::

"Let's leave it in the past, huh?"

"Do you really think that I'd be here now if I already haven't?"

::He's smiling again.::

"Well, it depends which head you're thinking with..."

::Hawke's hand starts its adverterous stroking again.::

::Ryo bites his lower lip.::

"Erm..."

::He doesn't really do or say anything, he's kind of in the moment. The really good feeling moment.::

"I thought so."

::The gorgon's naughty hand slips in underneath Ryo's pants.::

"On second thought.... no thinking."

::It starts doing some massaging.::

"Just lie there."

::Visions of the waiter suddenly swim in Hawke's mind. And of dear ol' Nick.::

(Hells, it's been a while.)

::Likewise, Aidan's face creeps into Ryo's mind. He forces it out, though. Aidan is old news. He closes his eyes.::

(I can't believe I'm doing this with Hawke...)

::As is Nick, and definitely the waiter, who Hawke kinda ate. Oh well, in the past.::

"So?"

::Hawke's hand resurfaces to unbutton Ryo's pants. Easy access is key.::

"This the way you want to greet the End of the World?"

"I'm not complaining, am I?"

::Wow. He's turning into Sera now. He reaches up and begins to fiddle with Hawke's button, putting it open and unzipping the gorgon's pants.::

"No, but I sure as hell ain't Aidan... just make sure you know that."

::Hawke grinds his lower half into Ryo's, trapping both his and bearboy's hand inbetween the fabric of their clothing.::

::Ryo smiles up at him. He's enjoying Hawke's forcefulness.::

"No complaints there."

::His other hand slides to Hawke's back.::

"Good."

::The gorgon's certainly not one to hold back. He's quite glad that Ryo isn't the simpering type. He smiles at Ryo, before hooking a hand under the bearboy and flipping him on his stomach. Then Hawke grabs on to Ryo's pants and yanks them off with a forceful jerk. He then tosses them into the air so that they land on the sand several feet away.::

::Ryo's mouth drops open in a half smile.::

(Wow... This could be fun.)

::He grinds back against Hawke.::

::Hawke smiles at the bearboy's eagerness. He reaches down to nibble on Ryo's ear, while grinding back with his own unbuttoned pants.::

"Been a while, huh?"

"Too long."

::He reaches back and begins to slide Hawke's pants off. There is going to be sand everywhere.::

::In places the two didn't even know they had. Hawke gives the back of Ryo's neck a sharp bite.::

"Let's see what we can do about that, huh?"

::With a hungry smile, the gorgon rears back on his knees. He then reaches a hand around Ryo and pulls the boy to his hands and knees. There isn't much privacy on a beach... but let's go for the fade out, since we all know what happens next.::

[The storm has finally arrived at the island, the sky blackening completely in under a minute as dark clouds roll across and the air becomes very heavy, thick with a rain that is about to start. It's suddenly very cold and there's an electric, intense feel to the air that definitely wasn't there before. The sea is starting to get angry, large waves now heading towards shore and reaching up the beach as far as they can.]

::Ryo opens his eyes slowly, Hawke's sleeping body on top of him. They're both still naked. He nudges Hawke.::

"...The storm's here."

::The storm isn't all that's here. Far up the beach, where sand turns to grass and bush and trees dominate the land, five naked men huddle. They're painted fantastically with inks and colours derived from plants, and carry various items of weaponry, namely spears and pea-shooters with poisoned darts which can be discharged in under a second. They peer from the greenery at the strange white men on the beach, immediately taking them to be hostile beings. They communicate with animal-like sounds, though it's clear that they understand one another far more easily than if they were utilising language; at least, with such efficiency.::

[Ryo, you have just contracted Hepititis B. Hawke was perhaps unaware that he carried this disease as it did not affect his demon self, but now that it is passed on, it has inexplicably, perhaps magically?, mutated into leprosy - and an advanced stage at that. Huge, oozing sores appear all over Ryo's body and, as he moves, drip pus onto Hawke. Ryo's body begins to stink like a corpse and his penis turns black and with a sudden agonising plop, falls off.]