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 Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 9:35 pm
It had been one of those days.
A week and a half after Xander's last little "encounter" with Remiel and Xander was sitting on the back patio of his flat, his feet up on the white fence rail that went around it, a bottle of bourbon on the small table beside him. He had a small glass in his hand, which was half full of the amber liquid (but wouldn't be for much longer) and he was still dressed in his work clothes - which consisted of a pair of black slacks and a black dress shirt with the collar open several buttons down to reveal a black rope necklace looped twice around his neck. A small, silver cross dangled from the bottom.
It had been one of Those Days and Xander had decided it was time to break out the booze.
It had been a while since he had even drunk anything even remotely alcoholic, since he preferred to have a clear head for his work (both above ground and below), and the alcohol tended to dull his senses. But after dealing with several obnoxious students hell bent on acting like pretentious little snots in his class, along with the witch eater he had lost sight of when he had seen it earlier that afternoon, and the remembrance of the Occurrence (as he had started to call it) served to have one very grumpy professor.
It was nearing evening now, around six, and he was only halfway through his bottle. Xander leaned his head back, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly.
I need a vacation.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 9:58 pm
Strange, he'd only been here the once - in theory... - since his last 'visit' to one particular grumpy professor, yet it was oddly comforting to taste the familiar scents. He'd also recently learned (through the grapevine) was also one of those obnoxious Blackhearts. Which was...oddly fitting for the b*****d of a man Xander could be. All of which just made Remiel giggle.
As to what exactly this particular, annoying and obnoxious witch eater had been up to for a week and a half now? This was actually a good question. Had it really been that long? Remiel sighed at himself. His ability to keep track of time was getting worse. But he was here now and that was the important part.
Okay there was that one...err, situation. In the woods about half a day from here. Where the spirits were still probably spitting at him for delivering them a hardly recognizable corpse. That man. No, that witch eater had learned a lesson. One does not try to take advantage of him. Or his pawns. And most certainly not his twin. Really, just basically anything that was 'his'. Remiel did not take lightly to foolish babies trying to prove their worth in brawn's. No brains.
He may have gotten a little pissed off that day.
Now, however, he'd wandered over to his favorite buddies home. Having no sense of 'knocking on doors' (he crashed through enough already without that) or announcing his presence ahead of time. No, Remiel simply swung down from the roof to wind up sitting on the railing, immediately toying with a certain crankybutt's feet.
"Xanderrrrr! You look like hell." He informed Xander, oblivious to the fact he could very well have given the man a heart attack. "What's that?" Remiel's eyes landed on the bottle resting on the table next to him. Even from where he sat, he could smell it. It was familiar yet...not.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:41 pm
"And what," said Xander, in a completely toneless voice. "are you doing here, might I ask?"
He had not seen the witch eater since their...entanglement...a week and a half ago (though he had thought about said entanglement off and on during that time), but Xander had not really cared about it either way. It had been one night - one night, and that was it, and they both knew it. It was what they had wanted - what Xander had wanted, and it had been...satisfying.
...very satisfying.
He tried not to think about it.
Remiel had appeared with a thunk on the rooftop of his flat, and Xander, despite the fact that he had not expected to see the blonde man for at least another week (or at least, he hoped not to see him - he couldn't have the damn guy dropping by consistently, considering both of their positions), he had not jumped or started when a familiar face was suddenly peering owlishly at him.
Xander flicked his eyes towards the witch eater, who was now playing with his feet. He resisted the very strong urge to kick him off of the balcony and let him fall the two stories down, but after giving him a Look, he said "Thanks for that. And here I thought I looked just smashing."
This was mostly a lie, since even Xander could see the dark circles beneath his eyes and the irritated look on his face. He glanced over at Remiel, then down at the half empty glass in his hand with a slight frown.
"This?" he said, indicating the amber liquid. "It's bourbon, of course. What does it look like?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:22 pm
"Lurking about the area just so I could visit you~" Remiel teased, still playing with his feet. Annoyingly so now. "Why, did you miss me?" Clearly, where Xander was in a foul mood, Remiel was in a fantastic one.
Or just being a jackass. Either one worked in this case.
And because it was him, and he was terrible, and all that good stuff, Remiel flickered his eyes up to meet Xander's. A heated gaze was directed at him, mismatched eyes slowly traveling along the man's body. Maybe lingering in certain...areas along the way. Juuust in case Xander needed a little reminder of what he could do, obviously.
He just grinned angelically at the look Xander gave him. "Well if you look so smashing, I'd hate to see what the other guy looks like." Remiel just shook his head, blonde hair lazily swaying behind him. Like usual, it was unbound and hung down his back like a silken cape. "Why are you in an even crankier mood than usual?" The witch eater asked curiously, tilting his head slightly.
Those playful eyes just stared at the drink, clearly missing something as he nodded once in response. The name just whispered past him. Bourbon? "What the hell is...bourbon?" He felt he should know. May have had it before. But it honestly was not clicking in his mind. At least not by that name.
"Is it supposed to be relaxing or something?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:38 pm
Xander gave him a dubious look.
"Why would you want to visit me?" he asked, with genuine curiosity behind his snorted, exasperated reply. He tried to ignore the fact that Remiel was still rubbing his feet, which had been aching rather badly standing all day in uncomfortable shoes. "I am not exactly prime company, if you catch my drift."
Xander did not miss Remiel's eyes as they met his, filled with heat, his own dual eyes reflecting a sort of dark heaviness that was due to his tiredness. But he studiously ignored the once over that followed this gaze, however, and took another swig of the bourbon, letting the alcohol sear down his throat.
He reached for the bottle, pouring more liquid into his now empty glass.
"Bad day," said Xander, which was not much of an explanation, but he did not really feel as though he wanted to explain everything that had gone abysmally wrong that day. Instead he just took another swallow of his drink and leaned his head against his hand, rubbing his temples wearily.
He blinked at Remiel.
"...you've never had bourbon before?" he asked slowly, as a strange and awful idea came into his head at the very prospect of this new development. "Seriously?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:58 pm
"Because your cranky butt is actually amusing and not half bad company." The blonde paused. "Y'know, when not throwing me through doors?" He added. "Say, how are the repairs coming on the last ones, hmm?" The fact he completely ignored the last comment was an answer in itself. Fairly warned and not caring at the moment!
Remiel's lips quirked up in a cocky grin. Oh he knew that look. The one where Xander played the "I'm ignoring how I feel" game. Though the grin faded a tiny portion as his nose wrinkled from the scent of the drink.
A very faint memory toyed at his thoughts, but it was so blurry he could barely remember it.
"...bad day. Really? That's the best excuse you could come up with?" The blonde snorted, watching the weariness apparent on Xander's face, trying to fit jigsaw pieces together without knowing the finished image. "Wait let me guess! Kiddies giving you a hard time for being Mr. Master of Scowls?" His lips twitched up before a funny look appeared on his face. "Unless she gave you crap too..." This was muttered with no indication as to who 'she' might be.
The witch eater was silent, just staring at the man and the drink. He was honestly trying to think on if he'd had it before. But still nothing. Remiel just shrugged. "Perhaps I was always too busy doing other things~" Things Xander should know about. In a...personal fashion.
"Well, I've at least never heard of 'bourbon'. That much I know." He admitted, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck while he stared curiously at the liquid. "If you're drinking it, then I assume it's not lethal and might actually be decent to drink?" He asked teasingly.
Unbeknown to him, he was slowly digging his own grave this time around.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 12:11 am
"How about we not discuss my butt," said Xander dryly, and rolled his eyes and his head back, staring up at the streaks of orange and purple that were smeared across the sky. It was growing darker, but still quite light outside, the evening shifting to twilight. Xander shifted in his chair, uncrossing his legs and recrossing them, moving them down from the banister to rest on the floor.
"And the repairs are coming just fine, thank you very much."
He knew what Remiel was thinking - knew that he was not admitting his own feelings. However, though he disliked thinking of things when he didn't have to, Xander couldn't deny that that night he had had with Remiel had been...well, hot, if he'd had to say it plainly enough. The word itself made him wrinkle his nose distastefully, but it still seemed to work anyway. It had been hot and heavy and what he had wanted - what they had both wanted - and now it was time to move on.
He glanced back over at Remiel.
"It's not an excuse," he said, idly tugging at the necklace around his throat. "Just a simpler explanation than I feel like giving right at the current moment."
He shot the witch eater a look, the scowl becoming more pronounced. "I don't want to talk about it," Xander grumbled, looking very much like a petulant four year old, but at the current moment he really did not care.
Especially with this oh-so-much-more interesting prospect that seemed to have fallen into his lap - almost literally, in this case.
"It's not lethal at all," said Xander innocently, and then added casually, "Here, I'll pour you a drink so you can see."
He didn't bother going to get a new glass, instead refilling the one he already held in his hand and then leaning forward, offering it to Remiel as he dangled it from his fingertips.
"Here you go."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 12:36 am
"You wouldn't be referring to the fact I rather enjoyed how nicely it fit against my hands, now would you?" He replied airily, adding on to this the gesture of squeezing something with his hands. Which was followed by an act of ignorance in regards to what may have been the cause of those doors needing repairs in the first place. Of course Remiel would argue they were equally to blame for that.
Though he'd never admit it - taking a walk in Xander's shoes for once - Remiel had to privately admit that, even for as old as he was, there were very few people that he could really claim he truly enjoyed a night with. Sariel excluded of course. He always enjoyed his twin. That night he'd given Xander though, it ranked up on that tiny list of people Remiel would return to again, if they should ask or hint towards it (or even if they didn't~) to spend a night with them just for the pure pleasure.
But admitting that to Xander would be ridiculous. Taunting the man was much more amusing. Plus, even the witch eater had his secrets.
"It must have been something embarrassing then." Remiel crossed one leg over the other, resting his elbow on his knee and set his chin against his palm. "Some girlie give you hungry looks?" He was like that annoying sibling, pestering you for information to laugh at you about.
This, however, was thrown to the back of his mind as all his curiosity fell on the strange amber liquid. A cautionary warning slid through him at the too innocent Xander. Yet, Remiel was not very good at backing down from a challenge. Especially not when all he had to do was drink a glass of something! Honestly, how bad could that be?
"You were throwing back quite a bit and nothing...dramatic happened." He murmured, eying the drink sceptically. Then gave an internal shrug and reached out to take the glass from Xander. He held it under his nose and inhaled slowly, feeling a soft shiver run along his spine. Interesting. The blonde's eyes flickered to Xander's, raising the glass slightly in salute before he tipped it back.
And drank not just a sip, but the whole damn cup.
He shook his head and coughed (or hacked...wheezed), holding the glass out for Xander to take in case he dropped it. Holy damn! That stuff had felt like fire scorching his throat! And once it hit his stomach, there was a strangely warm feeling that began to filter through his system.
"F****ck." He hissed out, blinking his eyes rapidly until he could focus on the man in front of him. "You drink that stuff regularly?" Remiel asked in genuine curiosity. "It's not...bad." He ventured, carefully. That was safe to say and truthful. Though he eyed the glass almost warily. Almost.
He also felt kind of funny.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 6:33 am
A coaster bounced off of Remiel's forehead.
"Quit talking nonsense," said Xander, leaning back in his chair. He pushed his hair back away from his face and then set his glass down briefly, reaching around to pull the long, silky locks up into a messy ponytail at the back of his head. Then he reached for the bourbon again, taking a small sip and giving Remiel The Look again.
"It was not," said Xander. "embarrassing. Just annoying." He gave a small snort, half derisive, half amused as he said "And no, they didn't - no one gives me hungry looks, idiot."
There was a slight pause.
"Except you, but you're just an idiot."
He waited patiently for Remiel to take the glass, amused in spite of himself. How could someone have lived as long as the blonde man had and still have not taken a swallow of something as common as bourbon? But despite this, Xander was quite interested to see how he would react to it. He himself could hold his own when it came to liquid, but Remiel...?
He had just drunk the entire cup.
Xander repressed a laugh - but barely. Reaching out, he took the now empty glass from Remiel's fingers and reached for the bottle again, refilling it so that he could take another drink himself.
"Yes," said Xander, still casually, and took a swallow of his own, slow and deliberate so that Remiel could see. "I like it. Tastes good, doesn't it?"
He leaned forward in his chair and then stood with the drink in his hand. Idly he passed by Remiel - and may or may not have accidentally on purpose brushed up against him in the process, still trying very hard not to break out laughing at the expression on the other's face.
Xander rested his forearms against the rail of the patio.
"...want another drink?" he asked innocently.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:52 am
He pouted at Xander, rubbing at his forehead like it actually hurt. But his eyes positively danced with amusement. "I am not talking nonsense and you know it!" The blonde just idly toyed with a strand of his hair, ignoring The Look. Again.
"Annoyingly embarrassing then?" Remiel grinned lazily, clearly not dropping the subject. "I doubt that. You just don't pay attention." Perhaps he should come visit Xander in his classroom again? That sounded wonderful! Plus it would give him the chance to see what it was like being in a room full of students being taught by a professor.
Not that he'd actually pay attention to what said professor was saying.
Remiel pressed his lips together in a thin line, eying Xander. And the...bourbon. The man slowly drank from it like it was nothing! "You could say it tasted alright." He answered absently, much more distracted by that funny feeling. And feeling Xander brush against him.
One eyebrow rose as he watched Xander. He was positive that the man was up to something. But Remiel had yet to figure out what that 'something' was. His gaze shifted to a dirty look followed by that catlike expression. Leaning towards Xander - woah, the world kind of tilted oddly - he brought his face mere inches from the other.
"Only if you're offered up as the desert." He purred out, but couldn't resist snatching the cup from Xander's hand and, once again just throwing back the amber liquid like it was nothing. There was a few coughs, though not as bad as the first time. He'd done much better this round!
Or so he thought.
He managed to set the glass down on the railing. But his gaze was on the floor. Like there was something interesting down there. Which to him, there was. It looked like it was rippling oddly. Almost like water might. And he swayed a little, head feeling oddly light and mushy.
"...wonder if this is what it feels like being on one of them boats in Clarus Arbor~" He muttered absently. Reeling backwards slowly like something big was taking shape in front of him.
And promptly lost his balance on the railing, arms flailing slightly as he tried to grab at the closest thing to him. Xander. Or all three of the Xander's. Which failed miserably and Remiel fell. Two stories. And forgot that he had wings. So he crashed quite fantastically to the ground in a heap of blonde hair, black wings, and odd dancing lights?
"Wry you push me?!" He demanded, flickering his gaze up. Because yes, he blamed Xander. Of course he was instantly distracted by a dancing light (which was in reality dust particles the fading sun had caught in its last rays of light). And chased it, disappearing from Xander's sight.
In fact, Remiel wasn't even sure where exactly he was, so distracted with chasing the Shiny Thing. But somehow, impressively, he wound up inside Xander's home. Probably the same way he'd first entered before. He was no crouched down, staring at the kitchen floor intently. Where a tiny black dot held all his attention. Eyes wide, he just stared at it.
"Xaaander~ You got dots." He helpfully called out.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 10:03 am
Remiel was invading his personal space again. His face was too close.
Xander lifted a brow, amused.
"I wouldn't taste very good," he said, and started to lift the glass to his lips again - except it wasn't there anymore. Remiel had snatched it from his fingers, knocking it back with a few quick swallows.
If he weren't so entertained by this, Xander would have been irritated. But considering the day he'd had, and the fact that Remiel had been the one to theoretically "win" their last game, he could not resist the opportunity to see about getting him back.
Evil Xander was feeling evil.
Remiel had started swaying from side to side now, and before Xander could reach out and stop him, he had tumbled backwards off of the railing, plummeting the two stories down to the grass below.
Not that Xander would have actually tried to catch him in the first place, but he did peer over the rail curiously. Remiel was laying on his back on the ground, looking dazed and confused, his black wings crumpled beneath his back and his silky blonde hair strewn all over himself.
Xander gave a snort of laughter that was muffled by his hand.
"Next time use your wings, idiot."
The witch eater disappeared, and Xander gave a sigh. He knocked back another shot of bourbon - unlike Remiel, he was not feeling like a lush in the slightest, instead only having a pleasant sort of buzz, numbing his emotions from the day. He made his way back inside and downstairs and found Remiel in the kitchen, peering at...nothing.
Xander reached down, gripping Remiel by his hair, and pulled him to his feet.
"And you're looking a bit pale," he said innocently, and promptly pushed Remiel up against the counter, brushing their hips together as he leaned forward to rest a hand against Remiel's forehead.
"Feeling okay?" he asked, smiling, and pushed his hips harder against Remiel's, trapping him against the counter. "You don't seem to have a temperature..."
His face was merely an inch away from Remiel's, looking as though he were leaning in for a kiss. Closer...closer...
And then it wasn't anymore and Xander was walking away with his glass, dangling it from his fingers casually as he disappeared into the living room.
"Maybe you'd better go lie down and get some rest."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 8:45 pm
Remiel was slightly confused as to what Xander was hollering down at him. Was he the idiot? Oh wait, hadn't Xander called him that already? And whyyy was he having difficulty remembering things at the moment? WAIT. HOLY s**t! He did have wings! Said black wings flickered out as he tested them, extending each one to it's fullest before it nestled against his back.
And then the sparkling lights were leading him inside somewhere. He wasn't sure what they wanted to show him, but somehow or another he wound up in a kitchen. Xander's kitchen. With Dot. That was black. But didn't move when he poked at it. Though when he tilted his head, it moved. The blonde gasped at this, just staring in confusion. How'd it do that!
He was about to reach out and poke at it again when something had his hair. A funny sound that was not a squawk or squeak escaped as Remiel found himself standing again.
Ohey Xander was back! He grinned for a second before his expression changed to surprise.
"I...wha?" He mumbled, blinking owlishly at Xander, a different warm and tingly feeling racing through his veins. He liked the feeling of hips grating against each other. Very much so. Remiel may have shifted (or fidgeted), not able to get full sentences out. And discovered he was trapped. Which was a bad thing...right?
"Feeling warm." The blonde whispered, eyes focused on those lips that were just...right...
And then his face smashed into the floor since there was no longer a body standing there. He grumbled against the floor, picking his head up and freezing. Wooooah! The world looked way different from down here!
"I ain't tired." Remiel hollered back, fascinated by this new 'world' he'd discovered. Which he began to army crawl around through, exploring his new terrain. He left one room and slithered along into another. And found himself nose to nose with another creature. The creature flicked its tongue out and Remiel mimicked it.
"Did you have...have...bourbon too?" He whispered, as if he and the snake were not supposed to be there and thus couldn't be discovered. "Are you my guide through this strange place?" Remiel added with wide eyes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 8:55 pm
He probably should have helped Remiel up, but all he heard was a crash from behind as the blonde hit the floor.
Xander stifled a laugh. Instead he sat on the couch in the living room, idly flipping through a book and wondering just how far he could take this without getting into too much trouble. He supposed he oughta stop and take a look from a distance, since Remiel clearly was not holding his alcohol well. He should put him to sleep and take care of him and be sympathetic.
...
Yeah, right. He was having way too much fun.
Waiting for a few moments to see whether or not Remiel would follow him or not. It was only after he felt a small flicker of magic through the connection he shared with Hyde that he realized something was not quite right.
He sighed. Then he pushed himself to his feet and made his way towards the den, where he found Remiel on his stomach on the floor and Hyde peering at him, tongue flicking out curiously.
"Oh my," said Xander, lifting a brow. "Found a new friend, have we?"
Casually he stepped one leg over Remiel and then sat down on him, wrapping an arm around his neck and massaging his shoulders as though he hadn't a care in the world.
"This is Hyde," said Xander slowly, as though speaking to a little child. "Hyde, this is Remiel. Your new friend."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:18 pm
Remiel didn't even notice Xander enter the room - was that even possible?! - until the man sat down on him. Which pulled a startled squeak out of the witch eater and some garbled word vomit that probably looked like thus:
"KLlajblkfadlDJKLa!"
But the panic faded quickly as an arm wrapped around his neck and fingers dug into his shoulders. And it felt so nice. Ohgod. Remiel couldn't recall the last time he'd ever had someone massage him before. At least...he didn't think anyone had. What was he thinking again?
"HI HYDE." So much for the whispering. Remiel, much in the fashion of a curious and oblivious child, stuck his hand out to 'pet' the snake. Or rather, scratch under his chin. Snakes had chins right?
"I should take you to my 'secret place'." Remiel whispered loudly to Hyde, a shudder running along his spine thanks to the ministrations from Xander- waitaminute. Xander was here too?!
"Xanderrrrr! I am not your butt's seat." A pause. "That's the squishy thing that tries to swallow you." That he couldn't recall the name of.
And just like that, his attention was captured by something else. Forgetting that there was someone on his back, Remiel shot up to his feet, took a step before pausing, and turning back to his new friend. "LookatthisthingHyde!" He said really fast, crouching down to, with surprising gentleness, pick up the snake and rush out of the room into another.
Where he stopped dead in his tracks and stared. At the toilet. Or what was currently, in his mind, a very strange thing.
".....Do you think Xander washes his hair in that?" He whispered in awe to Hyde.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:28 pm
Xander merely took another swallow of bourbon, ignoring Remiel's nonsensical screeches in favor of keeping up the massaging. He was being deliberately obnoxious and he knew it - and he loved it - his fingers digging into the blonde's back between his shoulder blades.
Remiel was apparently a sloppy drunk, Xander decided, as he scrutinized the man beneath him. Hyde was putting up with it, mostly out of amusement, and he obediently slithered forward, flicking his tongue curiously into Remiel's silky blonde hair.
It was probably a good thing that Xander's cup was empty by now, since he was all but thrown off as Remiel jolted abruptly to his feet. Fortunately for Xander, he merely rolled off and sat on the floor, eyeing his empty glass. Pushing himself to his feet, Xander went into the kitchen and got another refill before he heard Remiel's voice, low and excited, from the next room.
...which was, in fact, a bathroom.
Xander's fingers closed around the back of Remiel's shirt collar.
"Yeah, no."
He then proceeded to drag the witch eater out of the bathroom and shut the door, locking it securely, and all but pulled Remiel to his feet by his collar, eyeing the creature around his neck.
"You gonna give me my familiar back, or are you still making acquaintances with my snake?"
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