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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 12:30 pm
"Oh," said Xander, as if this settled it. He had to admit, it was the logical explanation for that, but he couldn't help but give the other a scowl anyway, displeased that Remiel had managed to - once again - weasel the truth out of him without even really trying.
This b*****d.
"And great," he added, rolling his eyes. "Yes, because you're such fantastic company, are you. Always leering, always touching, always having no sense of personal space, always trying to have your own way, acting like a little kid..."
Apparently the alcohol was loosening his tongue more than he meant it to. Xander clamped his lips shut and sighed, blowing out a gust of air that ruffled his hair falling into his face. He felt a shiver run across Remiel's body, but again the man took forever and a day to even acknowledge that he'd responded.
And don't think he hasn't noticed what you're doing, Remiel.
"Ten bourbons, is not - " Xander started to say, but Remiel - once again - decided to be four years old and be ridiculous.
He jerked instinctively beneath Remiel, a shudder running through him automatically before he glowered at the witch eater, who was looking like the cat that had gotten the canary.
"Don't do that," Xander growled. "I mean it."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 12:40 pm
He sniffled.
Or snickered.
Or maybe it was a giggle.
Really, it was impossible to tell what the muffled sound was that the witch eater made as Xander just started spouting out what he thought. Okay maybe it was a giggle...or something. Since his body was shaking. Clearly he found it amusing. Maybe. Oh alright he found it friggin hilarious.
"Awe, Xander! I didn't know you loved me so much!" He chirped.
Before his bout of silence. That he was not counting. Merely finding several different ways to distract himself. Like lifting that shirt. And daring that dot on the floor to even twitch.
Really, Xander had put Remiel in the most perfect of positions to be a four year old. Since he was quite relaxed and comfortably draped across his lap. His face conveniently pressed into his stomach.
"Do what?" He asked innocently right before doing that again. "You mean that? Or this~" And he struck again before just burying his face against Xander's leg and laughing.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 12:46 pm
It was now clear to Xander what was going on:
Remiel was cracking up. Going crazy.
Crazier, he should say, and Xander squirmed beneath the blonde man, scowling heavily. He still felt absurdly relaxed, but for some reason he was starting to feel odd and more than a little tingly. The alcohol was zipping through his veins, numbing his senses.
"Stop that," Xander grunted, attempting to push Remiel away from his stomach, his shirt now wrinkled and pushed up a good several inches to reveal the flat muscle beneath it, thanks to a certain witch eater. Remiel now had his face against Xander's leg, and Xander shifted, annoyed.
"Ugh, who would love you, anyway. Besides that sister of yours."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:01 pm
It was probably either really hysterical to see the witch eater go from laughing hysterically, face still pressed against Xander's leg. And then suddenly....nothing. Like someone had slapped him in the face and he was too shocked to figure out how to react.
Which was almost a fair description of what had happened.
Remiel just gave a rude snort against his leg.
"Clearly the same breed that would love you." He growled. "But at least I have my sister." A low blow on each side.
He moved, slowly, with a few groans, sitting up until his legs were curled and he was facing Xander. To whom he just shrugged at. "No one ever loves a monster." He said quietly. "Except another monster." Or at least, that had been their experience over the long years.
And just to prove that maybe he was a little more sober than before - though still more than 'buzzed' - Remiel gripped Xander's shirt collar in a grip that was almost unbreakable, pulling the man to him. And he stole a kiss. Something he'd been aiming to do since that first one.
"I told you I wanted something sweet~" He said casually, releasing his hold and sighing heavily while a hand moved up to rub at his head. And then just tilted to the side and flopped over again. Sitting up took too much concentration.
"It's a spell." Remiel said quietly after a few minutes, not bothering to clarify what he was referring to. Xander was a smart man, he'd figure it out. Maybe.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:13 pm
As soon as he'd said it, he almost regretted it. Remiel became abruptly silent, and for a long time there was only the sound of Hyde, slithering back up the stairs to escape.
Xander's leg twitched. His face closed off instantly. Even through his alcohol hazed brain, the insult hurt, snapping against him like needles through his chest. It was true he did not have anyone at all, and Remiel had known that from the start.
Which was why, right now, he was angry.
He didn't bother moving away from the kiss, though it surprised him, Xander's eyes widening a little. But just as he started to relax into it, Remiel pulled away, looking tired and less drunk then he had been twenty minutes ago. Clearly the effects of the bourbon were starting to wear off.
Xander rubbed at his mouth. Oh, no, you're not getting away that easily.
Then he reached down, pulled Remiel up again, pushed him against the island in the middle of the kitchen and kissed him, his fingers fisted in the man's hair. It was slow and searching, not with any of the hard ferocity from earlier, and Xander put everything he had into it, deliberately and obnoxiously.
But then he let go and let Remiel sit there, leaning against the counter.
"A spell for what?" he asked, as though he hadn't just spent the past several moments passionately kissing his enemy.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:14 am
He had not had that one thrown at him for a while. And the witch eater was still surprised at how much it could sting. He knew what he was. What other people saw. But Remiel didn't care. He was a monster. Never denied it. Never tried to prove anyone wrong. But the fact remained that, no one would ever love him like Sariel. Just as he loved her. They were all each other had. All each other would ever have.
The blonde merely stared back, knowing he'd dug his claws into an equally painful spot in Xander's mind. But his capacity to care at the moment was lacking. In his mind, they were even now. Thus, it blew over his head and he shifted into his usual self.
Just still slightly drunk and fuzzy around the edges.
Only not enough drunk that his lips didn't twitch at pulling away too soon after getting his 'sweet treat'.
"F-Five...more minutes...!" He tried to get out while not laughing as he was pulled up again. It was useless. Xander shoved him against...something (he couldn't figure out what it was) and kissed him. Slowly. And Remiel couldn't not respond. He closed his eyes, letting Xander have his way for once. Maybe. The blonde wasn't protesting, obviously. One hand slid up to lightly caress the side of his face.
Then his head made a soft 'thunk' against the hard surface behind him as Xander moved away. Remiel didn't bother to move. Though a sly smile had spread along his lips, eyes cracked open.
"Good looks and protection of my manly assets?" Remiel said innocently. Clearly, Xander was not getting the answer he wanted easily.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:22 am
He really really needed to stop falling into this habit. It was not that he was attracted to Remiel - not in a romantic way, not in the slightest. The witch eater was the last person he would ever fall in love with, and both of them both knew that and accepted it. What he was doing now, all of the kisses, the touching, the sly comments and heated gazes - it was all just because they both wanted the companionship without the romance.
But Remiel was a witch eater. A species that Xander loathed, that he wanted to get rid of.
It was a game they were both playing - but who would win in the end?
"...what manly assets," said Xander, rolling his eyes. There was not a lot of space between the island and the counter tops, just barely wide enough for him to shift positions, sitting with his legs half bent, feet pressed against the island. One of his feet was draped over Remiel's lap, his fingers linked together and resting comfortably against his middle.
"You're not gonna tell me why you have such a thing? How rude. And here I was going to give you something else...sweet...in exchange."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:47 am
Remiel's mind was wandering all over the place in a pleasant manner. Maybe it was the effects of the alcohol still left in his system. Or just a special 'charm' of his. Being able to ignore certain things by acting as if his head was in the clouds.
Like the fact a Blackheart kept making out with a Witch eater. Teehee. Never ceased to amuse him when he phrased it in such a fashion.
Okay he might have giggled aloud at that one.
Alright fine, he totally giggled out loud. Seemingly out of nowhere and definitely not in response to....what had Xander said again?
Remiel shot the man a Look. "I really don't think I need to elaborate on that one." He paused, feline smile playing on his lips. "Again~" Remiel chuckled. "Unless you want me to. I'm sure the floor over there could use some attention." Terrible Remiel was terrible.
"Pretty annoying, isn't it? Not being able to have all the answers." He teased. "Can't tell you all my secrets when it's only our second date~"
There was a slight pause, fingers idly running along the foot draped in his lap. Okay it was longer than a 'slight pause'. A few minutes maybe. Then Remiel shifted slowly, twisting his body to flop across Xander's lap. His arms were folded on the floor beside his leg, head resting against them and face turned away from the man.
"You wanted to examine it earlier. Here's your chance." He murmured. But he still refrained from answering his actual question.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:59 am
"Sleeping together once and then getting drunk is not a date," said Xander, rolling his eyes. He was surprisingly open about their last little rendezvous, apparently, when he was nicely buzzed.
And Remiel was giggling again and it was weirding him out.
"Stop that," he said irritably, pushing his hair away from his face. It was getting in the way now, and he reached up both hands, twisting it up into a messy knot at the back of his head. A few black and red strands still fell free, but Xander was not really caring much anymore.
"And yes," he added, with a scowl. "It is annoying to not have all of the answers."
For several long moments they both sat their in silence, Xander letting Remiel play with his foot (it was probably a good thing he wasn't very ticklish). But then Remiel moved again and once more he had the man draped over his lap, blonde hair spilling across his legs.
Xander leaned over, pushing aside some of the silky locks. The tattoo was still there, black and prominent against his pale skin, and Xander's fingers slid alongside it, still not actually touching it yet.
"You're very good at evading things," he murmured, exhaling slowly, and ducked his head, skimming his lips along the back of Remiel's neck.
"Please tell me?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:35 pm
"Sure it does!" Remiel said lazily, shooting Xander a look that said he was quite happy to argue this. In whatever manner seemed best...suited. "That was a fantastic night though~" He added with a wink.
The giggling only got worse when Xander said something. Almost hitting full laughter.
"I'm pretty sure that scowl of yours is starting to have the opposite of its intended effect now." Remiel informed the man, throwing in a helpful subject change and, oh look. Avoiding answers!
He really was like one obnoxiously large cat. Always claiming laps to sit...or flop in. Cuddling. Enjoying just having the presence of another body near him. Not to mention Xander just amused him greatly. Always acting like such a stuck up a** yet having a rather surprisingly passionate side to him.
Remiel shivered again, as fingers danced too close to the tattoo. His body tensed a little, like he was fighting the reaction to knock Xander's hand away. Or preparing for a brief bit of pain. There was no way of really telling what it was aside from an instinctual reaction of muscles.
"You're getting better at being seductive." Remiel countered, the corner of his mouth twitching up.
"Why do you want to know?" He asked dryly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:44 pm
He rolled his eyes again, but there may or may not have been a faint blush that crossed Xander's face anyway. He exhaled slowly, and curled up more comfortably on the tiled floor.
"My scowl is not having an opposite effect," he said with a small, derisive snort. Xander idly twisted a strand of Remiel's hair around one finger and eyed the tattoo again.
He tilted his head. "Oh really? Am I?"
Abruptly he lifted his hand and pushed the blonde's shoulder, rolling him onto his back on the floor. Xander himself followed, stretching himself out on top of the witch eater, arms on either side of him. He ducked his head, letting his mouth roam over Remiel's neck.
"Maybe I had a good teacher," he murmured, and nipped at the skin just below the witch eater's ear. Xander busied himself for several moments with this, just kissing his way slowly up and down Remiel's throat. One of his hands slipped underneath his neck, tilting his head back so that he could better reach his collarbone.
Xander shrugged.
"Curiosity," he said airily, and bit down hard on Remiel's throat before he suddenly stood, whisking away to the other room and disappearing out of sight completely.
Apparently he was not quite done with his get back at Remiel for being a b*****d plan.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 1:11 pm
"How would you know?" Remiel murmured with a hint of something else in his tone. "Maybe I need to scowl at you more often?" He suggested. And chuckled low in his throat.
The blonde shrugged a shoulder, eyes closed where he lay. Or had been anyways. Xander had rolled him...or them...over until Remiel found he had a Blackheart on top of him. Cue more snickering giggles. That stopped abruptly as light teasing brushes ghosted over his neck. Oh yes, Xander was definitely improving. Who'd have thought all it would take was one perverted witch eater?
Teehee. Remiel amused himself way too much at times.
"Maybeeee..." He murmured, a small hiss escaping at the n**. Damnit! Why did it always have to be nips? Sariel was the expert in using those against him. But Xander was improving as well. He didn't say much, busy biting his tongue from letting other sounds escape. His fingers twitched into his hands were placed against Xander's hips. Where they did nothing but squeeze when he hit a sensitive spot with his lips.
A groan, followed by a few low things hissed out to nothing followed the bite. And Xander disappearing once again. Remiel just laid there, staring at the ceiling. Correction: scowling at the ceiling.
Oh it was so game on now, Xander Demetri.
Remiel rolled into a crouch, eyes narrowed and that cheshire grin springing to his lips. He moved silently, sticking to places that he could easily hide his form in. The first place he 'looked' - or had his mind set on visiting first for his own reasons - was Xander's bedroom. Where he snatched what he wanted from within it and lurked about.
"Oh where, oh where, has Xander gone~ He sing-songed in a soft voice, closing his eyes. It was probably considered - oh fine it was totally cheating. Remiel followed the strand from his spell he'd cast that very first day, which allowed him to keep track of Xander. And Sariel and Miusa for that matter.
He also may have been using his illusions to make it seem like he was...not where he was.
Dirty. Remiel played dirty.
And when that strand pulsed brightly in his mind's eye, Remiel swung the pillow he'd kidnapped from the man's bed at a certain someone's head.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 10:29 pm
Xander, if he had been anyone else, might have danced a little gleefully in the other room, out of sight, away from the prying eyes of the witch eater. He may have snickered to himself, he may have congratulated himself on getting Remiel all riled up, only to leave him high and dry. Perhaps there might have been a little pride and joy.
But, since Xander was no one else but himself, there was none of this - at least not externally. What went on inside of his head was, of course, a complete mystery, but when he disappeared into the other room it was mostly just to be obnoxious and all Xander did once there was find the secret bottle of bourbon he had stashed in one of the bookcases in the music room. His house was very large and very easy to get lost in, and it held many convenient places to hide things.
Like the bourbon, which Xander took a healthy swig of before sticking it back behind a series of dictionaries. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
Something thwacked into his head from behind, sending him staggering forward and colliding with the large, baby grand piano, which gave a groaning plunk in protest.
Xander turned around.
"How rude," he said indignantly ,rubbing at his head. "Throwing things at your host for the evening."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:18 pm
Unlike a certain someone, Remiel had no problem busting out in hearty laughter as Xander collided with the piano. The sort of laughter that the blonde witch eater had to hold his stomach from laughing at. A sign that yes, he was still slightly drunk. Since he was finding this to be the most hilarious thing he'd seen all night.
"And what might you be sneaking around in here for?" Remiel asked angelically, hands behind his back as he watched Xander closely.
The blonde giggled.
And smacked Xander again with the pillow before he actually noticed what he'd smacked into.
Slinking slowly over to the baby grand piano and running a hand lightly along the surface. Like an overly curious puppy, Remiel sat down and tapped a couple keys curiously. The sound was strong and pleasant. Sign of great care shown to the instrument.
"Do you play...?" He asked curiously, tapping a few more notes as if he had no idea what he was doing.
"Or are you one of those that just buys things for looks and never touches?" Remiel teased, glancing over at Xander with a mischievous glint to his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:52 pm
Xander arched one black brow, looking supremely unconcerned, even though he was leaning back against the piano in a not-quite-dignified stance. He managed to throw up his hands just in time to prevent the next hit, his fingers curling around the pillow.
"Do I need an excuse to sneak around in my own house?" he asked dryly, and rolled his eyes. Xander yanked the pillow from Remiel's hands and held it absently against his chest, his eyes cautious as he watched the witch eater move around to sit in front of the piano.
"Not at all," said Xander breezily, and let his shoulders rise and fall uncaringly. "It was a gift from..." There was a slight pause, barely noticeable. "...from a friend," he continued, completely casually. He lifted one of his arms, idly smoothing down the sleeve of his shirt. "I always meant to learn, but never did."
He cast a glance over his shoulder at Remiel.
"Why, do you?"
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