Nocturne (Open Thread NC-17)

[shinta]

The building wasn’t half back in Shinta’s opinion. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as luxurious as his house, but that was to be expected. His home was decorated with the most expensive things money could buy. Shinta didn’t know what half the stuff was called, but that didn’t bother him since he didn’t care. What did it matter what they things were called. They were just a waste of space and that was it. It seemed Lysander was trying to sneak them in. Shinta couldn’t blame him. After all, they’d raise some questions if caught. He was sure someone would want to know why an adult was carrying around a teenager in kinky clothes. He cursed Rin-Rin silently, not for the first time today. She had a way of messing things up even when she wasn’t around. It was a gift, he supposed. You had to have talent to be able to annoy people even when you weren’t around. Rin-Rin was very good at that. Sometimes, she made him more than a little uncomfortable. Scratch that, sometimes she made him want to run out of a room screaming. His cousin had that affect on people. Some had actually done this before, not that Shinta could blame them. There was no shame in running away from Rin-Rin. Any normal man would.

Just when Shinta thought they were home free, a girl popped out of nowhere. Well…she hadn’t come out of nowhere; Shinta just hadn’t been paying attention when she showed up. She reminded him of Artemis a little and the girl seemed to know Lysander. But her clothing, Shinta could tell they were co-workers. Now, he knew it was completely and totally stupid, but he couldn’t help but feel jealous. The girl was cute in a girl-next-door type of way and she seemed very lively and perky. She was also older than him and closer to Lysander’s age. That said, she had probably met Lysander long before he had. This woman not only knew him longer, she had some sort of relationship with his mate. Even if it turned out that they were just friends, it was still a relationship. The red head didn’t like it one bit. As selfish as it was, he wanted to be the only one Lysander wanted to be around. He wanted to be the center of the other’s world. This girl was close to his lover and Shinta couldn’t help but want to hate her for it. It was unfair that she had connection with Lysander.

“I’m Shinta…” he mumbled. “I don’t like you.”

There, he’s said it. I don’t like you. That was how he felt and he wanted to make sure the girl knew this. He wasn’t going to waste time sucking up to her or getting her to like him. He didn’t want her to like him either. She was annoying and besides, he didn’t care if she was Lysander’s friend. There was no way he was going to befriend this girl. Shinta gave the female the evilest glare he could muster up. It wasn’t that effective and it looked more like half a pout and half a scowl than anything else. It was the meanest look he could come up with, though. He clung to his lover even more tightly than before and wondered if Lysander would be mad. Most likely. He didn’t want to make the other mad, but he really didn’t like the girl.

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

Alyxandyr watched curiously as the other commenced the blowdrying of his hair and then suddenly maneuvered around. He'd pressed his now exposed backside to him in what he assumed to be a teasing manner. Ohoho, this boy was so cruel! The movements made Alyxandyr wonder, though, if the boy really was interested or if he was just teasing. He was about to whip off his own towel right then and there and take the boy against the sink before the other intruded with the blow-dryer. Oh, gods, that horrid thing. He shifted uncomfortably at the air, deciding to take time to answer the boy's question while he got over this weird feeling. God, he hated blow-dryers.

"Well, see, in this sort of situation... if I didn't have to worry about staying clean, you being newly deflowered, and your pregnancy, I would've already had you up against the sink, screaming my name. Yeah, you probably wouldn't be able to walk after that. Handcuffs sound nice too. It's too bad that my pair are back up on Zerca or else we already would've put them to good use." He smirked, having began his sentence just about the time the other pulled down the towel. He'd watched the boy trace his lips with his finger, desperately wanting to just take the boy on the bathroom floor. God, this boy was drop dead sexy and he was damned good at this teasing deal. The only problem was that teasing made Alyxandyr one very horny kitty-man and when the white-haired man was horny, someone was going to have to fix it before he'd leave them alone. If Nami was expecting to get out of the apartment un-fucked, then he was probably going to end up being taken in public. Not that Alyxandyr would've minded, really.

And then the boy made his escape. Well, now, he wasn't going to make it far. He'd just made him horny and hell and people simply did not leave Alyxandyr in such states. If anything, he was the instigator of such horrid torture. Then again, that torture usually didn't last long. Most of the time, it was long enough to get the begging started and some sexy bribes and then it was followed by a whole lot of kinky sex. But, now he was in the begging and bribing position and he did not like this. He followed Nami into the living room, though stopped at the end of the hall to lean against the wall. "No, I don't think I care much about being clean any more. I'm more interested in what that mouth of yours can do besides sincerely, sexily apologize for teasing me so much."

[Lysander Sotiros]

"Er.. Shinta..." Lysander mumbled, not quite sure what to say. He looked from the boy in his arms to the confused-looking girl, wondering what she would stay next. Personally, he thought it was impossible to dislike the girl in a friendly manner. It was also impossible for her to be anything but friendly, it seemed. He'd seen her put up with a lot of crap when she'd first started working in this city and she'd done it all with a smile and a few kind words. Personally, he probably would've exploded on someone after just a little while. Lysander was kind, sure, but there was only so much he could take before heads started rolling.

"It is nice to meet you, Shinta-san." The girl simply offered the other a smile like she hadn't heard the comment. In truth, she had, but thing like this just tended to go in one ear and out the other. She was trying to be nice and chewing the younger boy out would've been stupid. Besides, he was probably just the jealous type. She hadn't done anything else except talk to Lysander, which she'd assumed the two were lovers. It wasn't exactly brain surgery to figure out that, though. Even if it was, well, it was was a good thing she knew how to do brain surgery, then! She kept a smile on her face, looking to the redhaired boy. "You and Senpai make a very cute couple. I hope you are happy together."

She was being sincere, too. Nanami really did think they were an adorable couple despite the obvious age difference. She wasn't forcing the compliment at all. In fact, she wasn't jealous at all. The two doctors never had any sort of relationship outside of friendship, though they were more like brother and sister now. In fact, Nanami had never even considered the two of them anything more than friends nor wanted it. She quite interested in the other side of the spectrum, figuratively speaking. It was a little known fact and not one she'd liked to be spread around that she'd been seriously dating one of the secretaries at the other hospital for about three years now. Lysander was probably one of the three people that knew this, too. "Senpai has the patient files at his apartment. I need to find something in them. Could I come in for a minute to get them?"

"Ah, Nanami.. It's.. uh.." Lysander looked from the girl to Shinta, not quite sure if this would go over well. The girl honestly meant no harm. He'd taken the copies of the patient files from his last job home with him so he could contact his old patients and inform them of the switch and such. He'd taken some of Nanami's with him by request and he'd told the girl to drop by anytime to get them. But, she just had to pick the day where he was carrying home a scantily-clad, jealous boy in his arms.

[shinta]

Shinta was glad Lysander hadn’t mentioned the comment or yelled to him about it. His mother would have. If he were to express his opinion, she would have chewed him out for it. He knew the girl was trying to be nice, but he still didn’t like her. She was loud, overly happy, and so sugary sweet that he wanted to puke. There wasn’t anything truly wrong with the girl, he just didn’t like her. At first, it was because she was close to Lysander, but it wasn’t about that anymore. He didn’t like her, plain and simple. He’d try to tolerate her for Lysander, but that was all he was doing. He didn’t like overly nice people like her. There was something odd about her. But she was Lysander’s friend. That was different. Usually, he would have just avoided her since he didn’t like her, but this was different. When Lysander was involved, he was willing to make an effort and if that meant having to spend time with a hyper little girl, then he’d deal with it. He didn’t bother replying to the girl and settled for sulking in his lover’s arms. He was secretly glad the girl understood that he was with Lysander and that they weren’t going to be separated. This girl wasn’t as dumb as she looked. Somehow, she had figured out that they were together. Shinta was glad people saw them as a couple. He wanted people to know they were together. Secretly, he was grateful for to the girl. She hadn’t said anything about their relationship being wrong or anything, and that was something he liked about her.

It was probably the only thing he liked about her, though. She was open-minded and he respected that. She didn’t seem to think like most people and didn’t judge people. It would have been bad if she hadn’t accepted their relationship. She could have caused trouble for Lysander for sure. He wouldn’t have forgiven her if she had caused trouble for his lover. Lysander was very important to him and he didn’t think he could let it go if she had said something mean to Lysander. There were many things Shinta wouldn’t forgive. He didn’t want Lysander to get hurt. If Lysander was hurting, he was hurting too. Shinta had never had someone this important to him before and he wasn’t sure how to act. He knew he wasn’t doing all the right things, but he wanted to do his best. He didn’t want to screw this up.

“I want to go in too…” muttered Shinta. “It’s-”

“Kousei-kun?”

Shinta had not expected to meet Hatori Damien at this particular apartment complex, yet here he was. The boy was seventeen and a Junior at Shinta’s school. His father was a doctor who worked at the local hospital and that meant the teen was pretty well off. He wasn’t nearly as rich as Shinta, but he wasn’t poor by any means. Damien was shorter than Lysander, but only by about an inch or two. He had black hair that was spiked in odd directions by means of hair gel. The boy was wearing all black, much like Shinta did. The boy’s outfit consisted of baggy pants with various chains hanging off of the bed loops. Several pockets lined the sides of the pants and a spiked chocker was around his neck. The boy had a sleeveless shirt under a fishnet top and his eyes were lined with eyeliner. His pale skin made him look like a vampire and his wrists jingled with the huge amount of bracelets he had on. His whole appearance screamed delinquent and his emotionless face made you think he was up to something. The only thing that showed emotion was his eyes. They held nothing but lust and it was all directed at the red haired boy in Lysander’s arms. Of course, Shinta didn’t see the look in the other’s eyes. He couldn’t see what had glazed over those dark eyes.

“Konnichiwa Hatori-san…” Shinta replied slowly. “W-What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” Damien answered simply. “What about you?”

“Um…visiting.”

“So…yeah.”

“Yeah…”

There was an uncomfortable silence after that. Shinta wasn’t sure what to say and Damien was just staring at him. Neither was sure what they had to do and words had failed both of them. Of course, while Shinta was trying to figure out what to say, Damien was simply looking Shinta up and down while fantasizing. Damien didn’t care about words. He just wanted to figure out how to get Shinta out of his clothes. The boy had lusted for his classmate for a long time and now, seeing him in that outfit, it became harder to control himself. The outfit brought some odd questions. He knew Shinta would never wear something like that and he wondered what the older man meant to Shinta. There had to be a reason as to why Shinta was with Lysander. He knew the man was a doctor that worked with his father, but why did he have a connection with Shinta? This was very odd and soon, Damien became angry with Lysander. He hated the other for having something with Shinta when it should have been him, not the doctor. Damien’s eyes narrowed and he glared at the older man.

[Lysander Sotiros]

Lysander had been making his way to the door to lead the two inside when he noticed Damien. Great, another person. Not just any person, either. This boy was the son of his co-worker. This was just wonderful. Now he knew what was happening between him and Shinta--it was obvious, at least--and he could get him into a metric fuckton of trouble if he'd wished it. This.. was not good. He listened to the poor conversation between the two of them before looking back to Nanami, not sure what to do. She simple gave him a shrug.

"Senpai, I'm going to go get those records." She mumbled, moving past the pair when he gave her a nod. She gave a brief nod to Damien in greeting before slipping inside the apartment building to get said papers. Lysander turned back as the other boy started looking Shinta up and down, quite recognizing that look in his eyes. Immediately, he was absolutely disgusted with this boy. He wanted nothing more than to toss him over the balcony for just looking at his lover. When the other looked up to glare at him, he glared right back. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but all of a sudden, he just felt so protective of Shinta.

"Keep your eyes off Shinta." The older man spat, quite aware of the poison-like tone of voice he was using but frankly not giving a damn. He didn't know where it came from, but he felt like he stayed around this boy for much longer, he'd end up doing something stupid. He wrapped his arms about the other a bit tighter, holding him closer. He didn't want this boy anywhere near his Shinta. If the other wanted to take him away, he was more than welcome to try and fail. The fact that this boy was his colleagues son didn't mean a damn thing anymore. Anyone who wanted Shinta was much too late now and he wouldn't let them touch him. Something on his subconcious was driving his forward now, running his mind and mouth on autopilot. Without thinking, the words just sliped from his mouth, coming out in quite the nevomous tone, "Shinta is mine. If you ever touch him or look at him like that again, I'll kill you."

((And thus Lysander's subconscious jealous Zercan-ness comes forth! XD))

[shinta]

Damien wasn’t the type of person that was easily intimidated. He was used to getting into fights and picking on others when he felt like it. When he wanted something, he got it. After the divorce, both his parents had started spoiling him, both trying to win over the teen’s affections. Thus, Damien wasn’t used to hearing the word “no.” After all, anything he wanted was given to him, so the word “no” had never come up. When Damien had met Shinta, the boy had looked so scared and timid. Instantly, Damien knew the boy would make a perfect victim. He had constantly harassed the other. Whether it was knocking over the red head’s books, or stealing his lunch money, Damien had enjoyed teasing the other. At first, it had just been something fun to do, but he soon realized he had no idea why he kept picking on Shinta. It had been more than fun. He liked following the other around and making sure he had no friends. If Shinta were to make friends, then the boy wouldn’t be all alone anymore and Damien liked Shinta alone. He wanted to be the only one the boy thought and the only one that could get Shinta to do something other than silently sit and read. The boy had been so quiet and was overlooked because of it, but Damien had never missed him. He could always spot Shinta, even if the boy were in a crowd.

“I don’t see how me looking at a classmate is considered wrong,” Damien stated simply. “You don’t own Kousei-kun.”

Damien did not like Lysander’s tone one bit. Not only was the man denying him what he wanted, he had also threatened him. That was not acceptable. He was not going to be pushed around by some doctor who had a fetish for young boys. This man had no right to yell or lecture him when he was carrying a minor around. Damien wanted to hit the other. If he wanted to stare at Shinta, then he would. There was no way he was going to let this man boss him around. He would have Shinta if it was the last thing he did. There was no way he was losing to some old guy. Just thinking about what Shinta had done with that man made him very angry. Wait…did he want Shinta? Was that it? He hadn’t realized this before, but that’s he wanted. Damien wanted to be the one holding onto Shinta that way and to punch Lysander in the face. Maybe he did like the other in a more than just friendly way…

“...eh? What are you talking about Lysander?” Asked Shinta. “Hatori-san…?”

The red head had no idea why Lysander and Damien were fighting. He couldn’t see why Lysander hated Damien or vice versa, but it was obvious there was some hatred between them. It seemed like they were trying to glare each other to death or something. Damien’s eyes were narrowed and his lips held a frown. Shinta was a bit fascinated by the odd black lipstick the boy had on, as well as the black nail polish. It made the other look so gothic and dark. Next to Lysander, he looked like the other’s opposite. While Lysander looked clean and professional, Damien looked scruffy and a little dirty, in more ways than one. Shinta noted that while Lysander looked mature, Damien had several piercing in his ears and even one on his eyebrow, making him look like someone who was wild.

“You won’t win,” the raven haired bow growled at the doctor.

[Nami Amakura]

Nami spun around as he heard Alyxandyr follow him, watching the man lean against a wall as he spoke. " Heheh...I guess I do owe you a sort of apology. You'll have to go through three months without sex until I have the baby..." Nami said, walking slowly towards the man as he dropped Alyxandyr's towel before eventually his own. He walked infront of Alyxandyr now, smiling up at the man before standing up on his toes. He slid a hand onto Alyxandyr's cheek, pressing they're lips together in a heated kiss. Nami's other hand landed on Alyxandyr's chest, pushing the man gently back and around slightly so that Alyxandyr was against the small hallway wall. Nami pressed his body against Alyxandyr's until they were touching skin on skin, Nami's eyes closed as he continued to press hungrily into their kiss.

Nami broke the kiss only a few inches, letting his lips gently brush over the others the tiniest amount as he panted his breath against Alyxandyr. " Heh....I know...how to apologize..." Nami said, peeking a kiss to Alyxandyr's lips at each word before heading down. He pressed his lips against the corner of Alyxandyr's mouth, heading down to his jawline and eventually under his chin. He then kissed his way down Alyxandyr's neck, his eyes closing as he reached Alyxandyr's chest. He flick his tongue at one of the darker nubs on Alyxandyr's chest, taking the nip between his teeth and pulled it gently to life. He then repeated the same process to the other nub, then kissed down each of Alyxandyr's abs until he was forced to sit down on his knees.

Nami came face to face with Alyxandyr's hardened length for the first time, his face red gently at the realization that this had once been inside him and gave him his child. He should bow down and praise it. For now, Nami just dragged it tongue gently across the head of the arousal and looked up at Alyxandyr. He grinned at the man, winking once before looking back infront of him. Placing his hands on each of Alyxandyr's thighs, he gently slipped the length's head into his mouth and closed his eyes. He ran his tongue all over what he could before slowly sliding down to start engulfing it.

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

Alyxandyr watched the other walk to him, briefing changing his gaze to watch the towel hit the floor, shortly followed by the other. Boy, the two of them had one-track minds. They'd just had sex a while ago, took a shower to get clean, and now they were at it again. But, whatever. This was a good thing and the white-haired man was really, really not complaining. His eyes met Nami's as he was pushed back, his lips twitching into a wicked smirk as his bare shoulderblades hit the wall. Gods, he'd been set up with quite the nice mate. He'd have to send the cosmic forces of.. whatever the hell they were that arranged this whole thing a 'Thank you' card or somesuch.

He closed his eyes shortly after the kiss started, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist. He hadn't left one solitary inch unprobed in the other's mouth and was halfway through a second inspection when they were forced to part for breath. Breathing was such a damn hassle. He was about to take the boy's mouth again when the other mentioned this apology. Nami had pressed a kiss to his lips and started to work his way downwards. His hands remained on the boy's bare hips until his lips reached his chest, teasing the raised bits of flesh there before he moved even farther down.

He turned his head down to watch Nami sink to his knees, knowing what he had in mind now. That had been what he had wanted, after all. This boy was very good at this seduction deal. He could give the Zercan a run for his money. Then again, Nami had more of a not-so-innocent schoolboy appeal while Alyxandyr was farther to the side of devilishly handsom and 'Tie you to the bed and fuck you until you scream' appeal. He let a lustful sigh push past his lips as the boy's tongue ran over him, moving a hand to rest on the boy's head. He tangled his fingers in the other's hair, returning the boy's grin with one of his own. When the other looked back down, he tilted his head back slightly, resting the back of his head against the wall. He felt the other take him into his mouth and gave a small moan, quite missing this particular feeling. He closed his eyes, the grin still formed on his lips. "Ahh.. If this is my apology, then you're going to have to tease me more often.."

[Lysander Sotiros]

"I don't care if you see it or not. I've made my point here very clear, I think. Shinta is mine, not anyone elses, and I'm the only one that gets to look at him like that. So, yes, I do own him, and he owns me. You don't fit anywhere into this relationship and never will so it would be worthless to even think about it." Lysander shot back, giving the other boy quite the glare still. Shinta meant the world to him and he wasn't about the give the boy up to anyone. This boy was someone he'd gladly do anything for and someone he would protect with his life if it came down to it. Quite frankly, this red-haired boy was the utmost important person in his life and if someone wanted to rip this boy away from him, he would die before he let that happen.

The questions made by the younger boy were left unanswered as he glared at Damien. Shinta didn't seem to have a clue about what was going on between the two older males, but he'd let him in on this later. Right now, he just would not let anyone near his Shinta or look at him in such ways. He didn't care if this boy had known Shinta longer or if he was closer to his acceptable age range. Damn it, he was the one that loved Shinta with every single fiber of his being and even if someone swore that they felt this way for the boy, too, the blonde-haired man knew it was impossible. He was the only person that loved Shinta so much and the only one that was capable of it. Where had that feeling come from? He didn't know, exactly, but regardless, it was still there.

"I'm not going to win, huh? Well, if I'm not going to win, you sure as hell aren't going to either. I'm the one that Shinta loves, not you. How exactly do you see that as losing, might I ask?" He gave the other a smirk than was more teasing and bitter than anything before the blonde pressed an innocent, short kiss to the red-head's lip. He was just daring this other boy to try and challenge his claim over his lover. This guy's age, his parents, whatever--none of it mattered. It didn't matter who it was.. If they were going to take Shinta away from them, it sure as hell was not going to be an easy task and they'd probably be left with some everlasting damage afterwards.

[Nami Amakura]

Nami looked up to Alyxandyr's reaction to his 'apology' if that's what you could call it. He could have just probably given Alyxandyr a shiny new pair of hand-cuffs and the man would have been giddy. This was partly more for Nami than it was Alyxandyr, seeing how when he was in his second month of pregnancy the man would have been cut off from sex completely until their baby was born. Of course, Nami had no problem with the occasional hand-job or blow-job since Nami couldn't have the rough sex Alyxandyr probably wanted. Though, Nami couldn't just kneel here and think about situations in the future with Alyxandyr's throbbing arousal in his mouth. The sides of his lips twitched into a smile as he felt Alyxandyr's hand on his head now, as he started a familiar forward and back motion on the arousal.

This all felt oddly familiar. He was mimicking Alyxandyr's own treatment to him back in his room only a few hours ago, this was kind of a return the favor as well. Nami's hands gripped gently onto the older man's thighs as he continued to slide the length in and out of his mouth, his eyes closed and his face blushing gently. He'd slide the arousal in as far as he could without gagging himself as slide it out to the head before plunging down again. His tongue lapped around the hardened flesh as he started to suck on it gently. Nami's eyes opened half-way when a slight little tease came to mind.

He suddenly pulled the arousal completely out of his mouth, leaving it a saliva-covered mess as he looked up at Alyxandyr. He smirked, just staring up at him as a hand drifted off the man's thigh and wrapped it's slender fingers around the slick arousal. He started to slide the hand up and down on it as well, giggling gently as he toyed with Alyxandyr. " Ne, Alyxandyr-sama? You liked to be teased then, huh? "

[shinta]

“You’re just some sick pervert that’s into little boys!” Growled the raven haired boy. “You can’t tell me what to do!”

Damien was past angry, he was in a rage. This man had taken something from him and that was something he would not forgive. Shinta had been his. Even though the boy had never wanted to, Damien felt the other belonged to him. Before Shinta had met Damien, he had just been another naïve little boy. He had never really had someone look at him and he had never really been around other people. When he had started his new school, everything had changed. Someone always had their eye on him and that person was Damien. The bully had become a big part of Shinta’s life. He was the reason Shinta took the long way home instead of the one that passed in front of Damien’s after school hang out. The raven haired teen was why Shinta hadn’t made an effort to make friends or join any clubs. Damien was why Shinta ate lunch in the library and why he sat in the back of the classroom. This had never stopped pleasing Damien. This all meant Shinta considered him something worthy of his attention, something he could not ignore. Damien knew that as long as he kept bullying Shinta, everyone would stay away from him. No one would try to be his friend and he’d be shunned. Someone making friends with Shinta would make Damien angry and no one wanted to be the one that pissed off Damien.

This had made Shinta lonely and thus, making him seem quiet and reserved. Of course, Shinta wasn’t really that way. He liked making noise and loved getting attention, but he wasn’t stupid. Making others like him or standing out would have just made Damien’s bullying worse. Even though he knew he could kick the other’s ass, he didn’t. He didn’t think fighting was right and besides, fighting back would make people hate him. Damien would have taken his anger out on others. Since he had arrived, Damien had stopped picking on everyone else and while this was good for everyone else, it wasn’t for Shinta. Still, he knew that as long as he didn’t fight back, Damien would leave everyone else alone. Even if it meant having to put up with a bunch of crap from a stupid teen, Shinta knew everyone was counting on him. Everyone was scared of Damien and he was the only one that could keep the boy from hurting others.

“What is it that you want Hatori-san?” Shinta asked, breaking the glaring contest.

“Nothing…” mumbled the other.

Damien decided not to respond to the words Lysander told him, though he knew they were true. When the two shared a kiss, he had to keep himself from becoming hysterical. Shinta had been just as surprised as Shinta by the kiss. After all, the red head had no idea what Lysander thought he was doing. If Damien told, they were screwed. Shinta had no clue what had gotten into Lysander. The man was being reckless and seemed to have picked a fight with Damien. Said boy was currently twitching and looked ready to commit mass murder. Suddenly, the raven haired boy turned and walked away. This was very odd considering Damien never backed away from a fight. Somehow, though, Shinta had a feeling this wasn’t over. Something told him that the little spat the two older males had just had would not be settled today and that they’d get into it again later on. It seemed the two hadn’t hit it off so great. In fact, it was obvious the two hated each other, though Shinta didn’t see why. Sure he wasn’t Damien’s biggest fan, but he didn’t see why Lysander didn’t like him. Could his mate tell that the other was his bully? Shinta hoped the doctor didn’t do anything he’d later regret.

“Can we go inside now?” The red head asked, hoping to break the tension. “Someone might see us or something…”

[Lysander Sotiros]

Lysander was proud of himself when the other stomped off. So, this boy thought he was just a sick pedophile? Whatever, he was still the winner here. That and he had told the other what to do. He'd told him to stay away from Shinta or he'd kill him. Would he heed that? Who knew. Probably wouldn't. Lysander didn't care though. If that boy had the balls to touch what he'd claimed as his, then he was more than welcome to take his share of pain for it. No one would touch his mate, only him.

"Yeah, we'll go inside." Lysander mumbled, taking a few steps to his door and swinging it open. He gave one last look over his shoulder before stepping inside, kicking his shoes off at the door. The door was pushed closed behind him and he stepped out of the small hallway and into the livingroom. The place was decently organized, though the coffee table was scattered with various papers. The room itself was neatly decorated--nothing like Shinta's home, but pretty in it's own way. On the couch in the middle of the living room was Nanami, picking her way through various records.

"Oi, Senpai, you're terrible at keeping patient records in order..." She mumbled, not looking up at the two as they walked in. He seemed to find one paper she needed and plucked it out with a quiet 'Ah-ha!' before setting it to the side. She continued picking out papers as Lysander walked to the opposite end of the long couch, sitting down with the boy in his lap. He looked over, giving her a simple shrug.

"It's my own unique style of organization." He replied simply, looking back across the room.

"Sure. Right. This whole thing is in so much disarray that there's absolutely no way it can be organized.." She mumbled dully, picking out another record. Her fingers worked through a few more before she gave a frustrated sigh, flopping the box down on the table, sending a few papers over the edge and into the air. The woman looked back to the two, looking curious, "What were you and Hatori-san's son arguing about, Senpai? I could just barely hear you all the way in here. It didn't sound like a pleasant conversation, that's for sure..."

[shinta]

Shinta liked the inside of Lysander’s home. It wasn’t stuffy or formal like his own home. It felt like somewhere he could relax and not have to worry about rules or being scolded for something stupid. This was a place he could actually consider home. It felt much warmer than anywhere else he’s been. Maybe it was because Lysander lived here that made all the difference. If he was with Lysander, he knew for sure that he’d be safe. No matter where he was, everything seemed to work out when Lysander was with him. Still, it would have been better if that woman hadn’t been there. Shinta wondered just how long she was going to stay. There was such a thing as wearing out your welcome and this woman had already been here long enough. Shinta wanted her gone. He wanted to spend time with Lysander alone. This woman was an unwanted third wheel and it was ticking off Shinta. He didn’t see how it was her business that Lysander had fought with Damien. The way she picked on his lover’s organization skills annoyed him. He knew that Lysander wasn’t organized, but this woman had no right to poke fun of the guy for it. That was Shinta’s job. He got to poke fun and no one else. Shinta sulked in the other’s lap and wondered how much longer this woman would take. She had already made a bigger mess and there was no way she was going to find her papers soon. All Shinta wanted was for her to leave. Why was that too much to ask for?

“Sensei, I’m tired,” mumbled the boy.

He wasn’t really that tired, but he didn’t want to be in this room anymore. He felt…jealous. It was something he’d never felt before and he didn’t want to do anything wrong because of this emotion. He didn’t want to disappoint Lysander and do something stupid. Besides, he wanted to get out of the clothes he was wearing. The clothes were tight, revealing, and just plain uncomfortable. He felt like such a moron in them. He didn’t want people to get the wrong idea about him. He didn’t want people to think Lysander hung out with someone who was trashy. It’d be best if he left the room anyway. That way, he could let Lysander and the woman talk in peace. Maybe it’d help her leave faster. Though Shinta wasn’t usually mean to people without reason, he just wasn’t in the mood to deal with that woman. He was just a bit irritated at the moment, he supposed. Shinta didn’t want to become a burden to Lysander. That would have hurt more than anything else. He wanted the other to appreciate him and tell him he loved him, but never become troublesome. That’s why he was shutting these angry emotions inside and not letting the other see how much having the other person around made him feel jealous.

[Lysander Sotiros]

Nanami was, by no means, a stupid girl. It was painfully obvious that the red-haired boy desperately wanted her out of the apartment. If Lysander hadn't been so damn disorganized, then she would've stuck around to get the papers she needed. Getting the things she needed for work and the health of quite a few people were more important than being on good terms with her friend's lover at the moment. But, seeing how finding her papers in less than three hours was near impossible, she would just have to come back later. Or take the box of record with her. That was a good idea.

The blonde girl pushed herself up from the couch and plucked the box off the table again, looking over her shoulder at the two in a smile. She'd leave the two lovebirds alone, sure enough. The girl carefully maneuvered her way around the coffee table and slowly walked to the door, slipping on her shoes as she called over her shoulder to the other two boys in the house. "I'm taking these with me. I'll try to file this ungodly mess for you, too, Senpai. Bye, you two!"

There was silence for a moment before the sound of the door shutting carried through the house. Lysander looked from the door and back to Shinta, giving him a bit of a sly smile. This boy was just too adorable when he was jealous and being quite obvious about it, too. He didn't know why, but it was very apparent that the younger boy didn't like Nanami being anywhere in the room with them. He would've figured it was just that anyone was in the room with them, had it not been for the fact that Shinta had strait-out told her that he didn't like her. "I would have to tease you for getting so jealous, but then again, I guess that could work both ways.."

[shinta]

Shinta was glad the girl had left. He didn’t like her one bit. She was annoying, loud, and overly perky. The fact that she was close to Lysander had nothing to do with anything…right. He did have to agree with her that Lysander was messy, though. The man probably didn’t know the meaning of the word organization. Still, that woman had no right to poke fun at Lysander. Only he had that right. That woman wasn’t the man’s lover, he was. Shinta had no idea why he disliked the girl so much. In fact, he wasn’t sure why he was jealous either. He knew there was nothing going on between the two, but he was jealous anyway. Even though he knew his feelings were irrational and stupid, he couldn’t help feel this way. Maybe he disliked her so much because she had taken away Lysander’s attention from him. When Lysander’s eyes had been on someone else, it had really bothered Shinta. Shinta felt that Lysander shouldn’t think of someone else. He wanted to be the only one for Lysander. He had never had someone become this precious to him before. He wasn’t sure what he had to do to keep Lysander with him always. He was afraid the other would leave him. Being all alone was a scary thought for the boy. That’s why he’d do anything to make Lysander be with always.

“I-I wasn’t jealous!” Snapped the red head. “That lady was just annoying! That’s all… I wasn’t jealous! There’s nothing to be jealous of! She’s just some hyper girl with bleached hair! T-There’s no reason to be jealous of some little girl who looks like a bottle blonde!”

That girl had probably used a whole bottle of bleach or something to make herself blonde. She was probably not a real blonde anyway. That girl looked like she hadn’t even reached puberty yet! Her voice was too high pitched…and he’d seen a bigger rack on middle schoolers! Shinta had no reason to be worried. Lysander wouldn’t pick her over him! She wasn’t the one that had lost his virginity to Lysander or had had the older man tell him he loved him! What did he have to be worried about?! NOTHING! Shinta silently fumed in the other’s arms, his face a bit red now. He was a little angry now and very embarrassed. Even though he didn’t want Lysander to know he was jealous, the other had figured it out easily. Shinta had never been an easy person to read. Most of the time, he didn’t bother expressing his feelings. It was different with Lysander, though. He couldn’t help but show his feelings to the other.

“I want to change my clothes,” Shinta told the other simply as he got off the other’s lap and stood.

Wait…he hadn’t brought any clothes! Damn! Now he was either going to spend all his time in this outfit…or go naked. Neither option appealed to Shinta. This really sucked… Shinta crossed his arms and continued to fume as he glared at the floor. What was up with Lysander and Damien anyway? He had no idea what that was about, but now Damien was going to do something mean to him when he got back to school. Shinta was sure of it. The guy disliked him for some reason and was always staring at him. Shinta had some classes with him even though they were in different grades. The red head sat in front of the raven haired boy, who was always staring at him. Shinta could feel the other’s eyes on his back all period long. He didn’t have to turn around to know Damien was watching him, he could just feel it. Shinta looked up again to look at Lysander.

“Ne, why don’t you like Hatori-san?” He asked.