He easily stalked up behind Aress.
"You said you came from a different world?" he asked, whispering it into Aress' ear. "And a "cat-boy" pushed you into a "tree"?"
Aress nodded. "That's what I said." He gasped lightly as the stranger wrapped arms around him from behind and began unbuttoning his shirt from the top. "What are you...?"
"You'll see..." the black-haired man murmured as he unbuckled Aress' belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Aress shoved the stranger when the black-haired man pulled his jeans down.
"What are you doing?!" Aress asked, turning to face the man, back to a tree. "I need to get home!"
"And I need to see all of you," the stranger replied, turning Aress around suddenly and grabbing him by the nape of his neck, pressing his cheek roughly against the rough bark of the tree.
"Hey!" Aress protested angrily, trying to struggle, but to no avail. He was panting heavily as he watched the stranger smirk.
The man smirked when he saw that Aress had given up. "So cute..."
he remarked as the hand that wasn't holding the teen down crept for the collar of the teen's unbuttoned shirt. Aress twitched as the stranger pulled his shirt down slowly, sliding fabric across his skin, exposing first the shoulders then the back.
Aress watched, cheeks flushed, as the stranger smirked ad leaned in to touch his right shoulder blade. The teen gasped and shivered as gloved fingers ran down his shoulder blade's bare skin.
"...I can't believe it...Spades finally came." Aress wanted to ask what the stranger was talking about, but the breath ghosting softly over his skin, tickling it, was distracting him. The stranger finally let go of him, and his knees gave out, causing him to fall to the floor, sitting and leaning against the tree weakly.
"What are you...talking about?" Aress asked, panting. "Spades...?" The stranger stared for a moment.
"You really don't know?" the man asked as if completely taken by surprise. When Aress shook his head, he sighed. "You really are from a very different world." Aress nodded, and the stranger sighed.
"Here, put your clothes back on," he said, throwing Aress' clothes back at him. "When I see you looking at me like that...I just want to do so many things I'll regret." He still kept his golden eyes fixed interestedly on Aress' body as the teen dressed.
"So...I'll tell you what I meant now," he said, catching Aress' arm just as he was about to shrug the shirt back on. He ran a gloved finger over the teen's right shoulder blade.
"See...every Alice in our world has a tattoo with their Suit of Service on their body." The stranger leaned in. "And you are the Alice of Spades."
"...Is this like playing poker?" Aress asked. "If all four of us Alices get together, will there be an explosion or something?"
"No. But there will be a battle," the stranger replied seriously. "I love battles..."
"Why would there be battles?" Aress asked curiously.
"Because Wonderland is nothing like the one you hear about in stories," the stranger replied, staring suspiciously into the trees around them.
"Each suit has an Alice, a King, and a Jack...Alices fight on behalf of their suit to try and prove their superiority and their worthiness to face the Red Queen and Black King, the rulers of this universe."
"So...If an Alice wins against them all...what would happen?"
"...They would become like a god," the man replied with an expectant grin.
"But...why me?" Aress asked hesitantly.
The black-haired stranger laughed. "Why not!" he asked with a chuckle as he pulled Aress to him by one of the teen's arms. Aress gasped as a sword slashed across where he had been.
"It's way too much fun to say no!" he added, twirling the teen again as they dodged another swing.
"See? Isn't this fun?" he asked as he dipped the teen to dodge another slash. "Can't you see the fun stuff in this?" He spun the teen again to dodge again.
"Dammit, Hatter! Stop interfering in this Alician duel!" a blonde young man yelled, pointing his sword at the stranger. "Don't make me have to hurt you!"
"...Hatter...?" Aress asked dizzily, not quite registering the name. He was still dizzy from the short but extremely fast waltz that the black-haired young man had spun him through to dodge the quick blade.
"You don't mean...the Mad Hatter...?"
"I'm not mad. I'm just a cool guy with a hat!" Hatter grinned, baring slight fangs. He smirked at the blonde swordsman.
"Hi, Weiss. Finally got your ass off your "throne"?"
The blonde spluttered in anger. "You'll pay for that! Men, go get them!" In the blink of an eye, Aress and Hatter were surrounded by bristling swords.
Hatter smirked. "Here comes the fun.