[( Koi Wa Nan Desu Ka? - NC-17 )]

[Adair Sullivan]

It was Sunday, the only day of the week where Adair didn't have to go to school even for half the day at the very least. As such, it was a commitment to himself to find something fun and interesting to do on his day off. It hadn't been until his fifteenth birthday that his mother finally let him wander the streets of the city on his own and he was glad. Of course, half the time, she made Morgan tag along with him, but he didn't like Morgan being there. In fact, he sort of liked it. Morgan had more money than hima nd could buy a lot more stuff and generally, he had even more ideas about what fun things to do. But on this particular afternoon, Morgan was stuck at home studying. Adair didn't mind though--he could find something to do without his big brother there to find something for him.

He'd already raided all the arcades in the area and 'defeated' them all. No DDR machine went untouched and completely beaten in the precinct thanks to him. He even had his own small following, as it was, though he didn't know a single person. But he liked getting all the attention every time a small crowd gathered to watch him play. It made him feel like he was important and wanted. Besides, no one really hung out with him at school since Satoru-kun had moved away. All the friends he'd made because of Satoru had simply ditched him when the aforementioned friend moved away. But still, Adair didn't mind too much.. but it wasn't unreasonable to ask for a little attention now and then.

It wasn't like he didn't get no attention at home, either. While he didn't get a lot, his brother was a near-constant source for socializing. He always had amusing stories to tell of what had happened to him during the day or, if all else failed, the two resorted to playing video games for a while. Morgan was far superior to him in the land of pixelated fights and the like, but occasionally he let Adair get in a win or two out of sympathy. Adair was too naive to figure out that his brother was just being nice. Even so, he wouldn't have cared if he did know. He just liked spending time with Morgan because the other was interesting. Morgan knew a lot of things that Adair didn't and he was the younger sibling's only source for knowledge of the world and society's tricky, confusing ways.

Bu this afternoon, there was no Morgan to play around with. He was out on his own and bored out of his mind. He could've dropped by the cafe to see if they needed help with anything for an hour or two, but that was too far for him to walk in the dark. It was only about half-past-seven in the afternoon, but a little bit of darkness was darkness to someone who was absolutely afraid of the dark. He needed to find somewhere lighted on the inside for the time being and worry about running back home in the dark later. Maybe he would get lucky and Morgan would come to pick him up. Walking home in the dark with Morgan wouldn't have made it that scary. Besides, his older brother was tougher than anyone he knew and awfully protective of him. In Adair's mind, there wasn't anyone strong enough to be a formidable opponent for Morgan.

Adair continued to wander down the street, gazing up at bright, flashing signs that advertised a number of questionable clubs and pachinko parlors. Even if he could gain access to either, he doubted they would be much fun anyway. He had obviously taken a wrong turn somewhere or another, thanks to his terrible sense of direction, and ended up on one of the several 'bad' streets he had been warned against. Morgan said that there had been bad people on said streets, but Adair didn't see anyone bad. No one was even paying him any attention, much less looking at him like they wanted to hurt him! Psh, Morgan must have been trying to scare him! He didn't have anything to worry about... This was a street like any other, aside from the fact that it lacked a good arcade.. He would just have to walk around until he found one of the specified establishments and play DDR for a while. That was always amusing.

[drake]

It was obvious that Drake was indeed a creature of the night. While he wasn’t affected by sunlight because if his Zercan side, that didn’t mean he enjoyed the sun. The man looked his very best under the moonlight. It was the only time when he wasn’t that hostile or mean to people. Of course, he wasn’t much better at night than in the day, but it was something, even if it was just a slight difference. The man walked proudly down the street and wondered if he’d find anything fun to do. Usually, he went clubbing after classes were over with some friends, but since everyone had been busy tonight, he’d gone alone. Picking up men was an easy thing for the half Zercan. He had a certain charm or something he supposed because everyone wanted a piece of him. Drake had always known he was attractive and he liked getting lots of attention, thought when it got on his nerves he made sure everyone knew to leave him alone. Everything about the man commanded that you look at him and give him your up most respect. Drake was a tough person who’s been in several situations that had helped him become stronger. The man was no pushover and he certainly didn’t take crap from people. Even if it looked like he’d lose, Drake just couldn’t back down from a fight. It was just another part of him; he was a stubborn man that refused to admit defeat. That’s why sometimes, you had to beat some sense into him. Right now, Drake looked like a smug child that had just gotten away with a crime.

In fact, he had. He had successfully stolen a wallet out of a man’s back picket. It wasn’t that he needed the money or liked to steal, he had just been bored and the guy had been dazed. Then again, Drake couldn’t blame the guy because what he was wearing right now was enough to make any man or woman drool. His tight leather pants clung to his hips and legs as though they were a second skin, his tight T-shirt was cut across his abdomen to reveal a toned stomach, his boots clicked on the concrete floor, and his golden hair seemed to shine under the bright lights of the streets. The man was an exotic being in the Japanese culture. His skin was slightly tanned, his hair was an unusually bright blonde, and his eyes were bright green and seemed to glitter every time you looked into them. The man could easily get through crowds because of his height and getting to his destinations was never a problem for him. Of course, he didn’t really have a destination at the moment. He’d been at a club earlier, but hadn’t found anything worth wasting his time on. It had been a disappointment, but he had decided to leave before he got depressed or some desperate guy hit on him. Now he was just walking and hoped he could find somewhere he wouldn’t get bored. It wasn’t until he found himself colliding with the ground that he was snapped out of his thoughts. It wasn’t every day Drake was taken by surprise, but he was indeed surprised at the moment.

The man was about to yell at whoever had crashed into him even though it hadn’t been the other’s fault. That was another thing about Drake; he hated being wrong or having someone correct him. The man had gotten it into his head that he could do no wrong and therefore, this had not been his fault. Sometimes, his logic was more flawed than Zach’s. Zach happened to be Drake’s best friend. Though he hung out with many people he thought were fun and did things with others, Zach was the only one he would share a secret with. Zach was the only one that knew everything about him and didn’t hate him for the things he’d done, so that made the other boy very special. Although sometimes, he thought that maybe the reason Zach hadn’t left him was because the boy had lost his marbled and didn’t know what was going on. Everyone had told him Zach was crazy. His parents had wanted him to leave the boy behind when their friendship had first started. It had been a cruel thing to ask of a child, but his parents had asked anyway, though asked was putting it lightly. Even so, the two had stuck together and when it came down to it, all they had was each other.

Even though this was something he’d been certain of since he was a child, everything changed when he looked at the person he had crashed into. It seems like his heart had found a new place for someone even more important than Zach, though the man had thought that was impossible. He felt his cheeks redden and he cursed himself. Dammit! He was fucking blushing! How was that possible?! He was making a fool out of himself in front of this…middle schooler! The boy in front of him had to be thirteen or something and he was sure it was illegal to drag him into a closet and have his way with the other. But even so, Drake wanted to reach out and touch the boy so badly. He wondered what was wrong with him. He hadn’t acted this way since he’d had his first crush back when he was twelve. He certainly wasn’t twelve anymore and there was no way he was crushing on this kid he’d just met, so what was it. Everything seemed to suddenly click in the man’s mind. Sometimes Drake could be slow, but he had just figured out why he liked this person so much or why he felt this way. This boy was his mate.

“Holy fucking shit,” was all Drake could say as he gaped at the boy that he had knocked down.

[zach]

Zach wasn’t the type of person that was noticed easily. He didn’t have anything about him that was particularly special or noticeable. The boy was small, short but overly so, wore baggy clothes, and wore big glasses that made his eyes look much bigger than they really were. Right now the boy was laying his head on top of a pole of textbooks while flipping through channels on the television. He wasn’t actually paying attention to what was going on in the shows; he was just bored and wanted something to distract him. He’d only been on this planet for a month and he wasn’t sure what to make of this place. When it came down to it, it was the same as Zerca. Everyone still thought he was a weird little boy and stayed away from him. But it was better that way. It was better when he was all alone. The boy pressed the red button on the remote and turned off the television. He stood and stretched his arms. He had been studying for a quiz they were having tomorrow and finishing some homework. Though he had classes with seniors, Zach didn’t find the classes difficult at all. He looked at the state of his desk and wondered how he’d gotten it so messy. Then again, he was always dazed and lost track of things easily. The boy wasn’t one to keep track of things that bored him and studying was boring, though he did it anyway. The boy picked up a sheet of paper that had fallen off the desk. It was his new schedule. The people at the office weren’t sure where to put him since he was technically a sophomore and besides that, he had arrived late into the year.

They kept changing his classes around but Zach didn’t care. As long as they were they same classes, it didn’t matter what order they were in. Zach didn’t really know the point of going into school. He already knew what he had to know and besides that, everything the humans taught him he had learned years ago. He really wasn’t going to ever use any of those things later in life. But he had to go to school. Drake said it’d look suspicious if t hey stayed home all day and did nothing. Besides that, he thought school was good for Zach. The boy had disagreed, but had held his tongue over the subject. They either thought he was a weirdo or that he came from a European country that did odd things. Drake had been the one to come up with the lie. He had told everyone that they were siblings with different mothers. That was the only solution the other had come up with for why Zach looked British while Drake looked like he was from Spain. While Drake preferred Spanish, Zach liked French. Sometimes he’d speak it, though he’d learned to speak in Japanese while they were in Japan and stop the habit of speaking French. The boy walked over to his bed and flopped down. His messy black hair got into his eyes and his baggy clothes hung off is lithe body.

Zach was a pretty small boy with odd eyes. While one of his eyes was green, the other was blue. It was just something else about him that was odd supposed the boy. He had several things about him that were odd. Zach closed his eyes and even though it was still very early, started to drift off into sleep. He was tired now but it seems like he was always tired these days. The boy wondered when Drake would get back. He liked knowing the other had gotten home in one piece before drifting off to sleep. The man always seemed to get himself into some sort of trouble and ended up in either a fight or brawl. The man could get violent, but then again, so could Zach. He didn’t have much of a penchant for violence, but he’d fight if he had to. There was no doubt that when it came to defending Drake, Zach would put his life on the line. It was just like that he supposed. It’d been like that since they were small. They were going to be together forever because without Drake, Zach would have nothing to cling to.

[Adair Sullivan]

Adair's sense of manners were top-notch thanks to being raised in a household where manners, intelligence, and physical appearance were critical to have at their best. As such, Adair rarely was careless enough to shut a door in someone's face or step on their toe. But, this time, he had looked down and seconds later, found himself on the ground. It hadn't hurt, but it served to pull his head out of the clouds. The first instinct he had before he even looked at Drake was apologize near to the point where he had to apologize again for saying "I'm so sorry!" so much. That was protocol for these types of situation, at least. But, when he actually looked at Drake, instinct took a sharp turn in a totally different direction.

"Ah... I'm sorry..." He mumbled, his mind still coherent enough to fumble out the monosyllabic sigh and the apology. But, his mind was completely distracted now. There was something strange about this man that he had ran into, and he didn't know what it was. At first, a look at him had caused his jaw to drop, slightly. But why? He honestly didn't know. His eyes were wide as he just stared at the other, letting his mind take over for the time being. It seemed to know what to do in this situation, at least, because he surely didn't. He moved a bit closer to Drake, leaning in a bit as well, so that he could reach out and drag his fingertips across the older male's cheek in a gesture of pure scientific curiosity. There was something about him that made Adair want to think that he was different from everyone else and it just made sense to him to see if his skin was soft like his was. But, that couldn't be it, because there was nothing different between them in that sense. Drake felt just as soft as anyone he'd every touched or poked. If that wasn't it, what could it possibly do?

"Who are you?" He asked quietly, dropping his hand back to his side. It must've been odd for any passersby to see the two in the street, just sitting there, but Adair didn't care right now. All he wanted to know was why, all of a sudden, did he want to crawl right into the other's lap. What did that even mean? He'd never been in a relationship with anyone--Morgan hadn't let him--so he didn't understand basic romantic gestures besides from the very obvious. He understood holding hands and kissing to an extent. His brother had told him that those were things that people did to show how much they liked each other. He didn't really get the true meaning behind the two gestures, but what he was given was all he needed to know. So, holding hands was symbolic of how much someone liked another person? That could work.

Without even seeking permission, Adair reached out to grab Drake's right hand in both of his own. Of course, being the tiny boy he was, his hands were quite smaller than the other's. But, he didn't mind to point out that fact to himself. He just watched his hands as he held up Drake's hand to himself to take a good look at it. After passing inspection, Adair put one of his own hands against the others and paused again. No, wait. That wasn't quite right... He noted the spaces between the other's fingers and his mind willed him to fill them with his own, so he did such, finger by finger. It would have been creepily strange to watch anyone else--who knew exactly what hand-holding meant--do what Adair had done, but the curious, innocent expression on the boy's face and the look of subdued delight in his bright eyes was enough to make it clear that he didn't have any sort of hidden intentions. No, he was just wondering why his subconscious was telling his body to do all these weird things.

After he had threaded his fingers in between Drake's, he gently closed his hand. A smile landed on his lips and he laughed quietly to himself. It was a nice feeling to touch someone else's hand like this. He had never held anyone's hand before, but he found he liked it. It was a warm feeling and he'd always liked being warm. Finally, he moved his gaze from their hands to Drake again, the smile still present on his cheerful expression, "Look, my hand fits in yours!"

[Morgan Sullivan]

If anyone knew Morgan Sullivan well, they would know that he wasn't fond of studying. He tried, but it never worked. It wasn't that he needed it, anyway. He was just prone to soak things up he'd heard in class and remember them. There was no need to study things he had already learned. But, he had tried. There was a big test in store for him the next day and, for once, he hadn't known all the content. A long, frustrating hour alone in his room as he tried to recollect facts about the chapters the test was over proved useless. He simply couldn't bring himself to study. In fact, he had only read three or four paragraphs before he found himself staring out the window, worrying his lip piercing with his tongue absent-mindedly. Adair was lucky that he had free time that evening. Being just a sophmore, the younger subling didn't have as hard of teachers as Morgan did. Being in a numbers of honors and advanced placement classes didn't help the poor boy.

So, losing all will to sit on his bed and read about some distant, far away wars he didn't even care about, he decided that the effort wasn't worth it. He could afford to flunk one test because he had passed all the others with flying colors. A night on the streets sounded like it would be more fun anyway. If he didn't end up finding Adair first, he knew exactly where his friends would be hanging about and any dark night was one well spent when several of his juvenile delinquent comrades were involved. They had spraypainted something or other onto the walls of nearly every building they could get their hands on and broken and few windows and ran like hell before. It was getting repetitive, but there was always something to make it an interesting evening, whether it was picking up a few girls (or guys, more suited for Morgan's tastes), going out to a bar or club, or being chased down by the police.

But, right now, he was just outside of his home. He'd only lost sight of said building about ten minutes ago and he was only a few blocks away. There wasn't anything to do within at least ten blocks from his home, unless you counted candalizing a few houses, but that was a practice more suited for large groups of people. Spray painting lewd phrases onto people's front doors was never fun without someone to laugh at you when you were caught. But he didn't really feel like going out to ruin the side of someone's business or painting up a back alley for the hell of it. Right now, he wanted something different--something that he had never done before. Morgan lived for new experiences, after all. Those were the things that kept life interesting.

[drake]

Drake had always been the type of person that could literally charm the pants off anyone. He wasn’t above using flattery or seduction to get favors or sex out of someone. Though some found this immoral, this was just how Drake was. It didn’t mean he was a bad person, just someone with questionable beliefs. The man was a bit on the spoiled side and liked getting what he wanted. Sometimes, he just liked having something only to keep someone else from having it. That’s just how he was, childish and selfish. They weren’t the best traits to have, but they were all a part of Drake. All the good and bad qualities made up the strange Zercan man that was currently hiding out from a scary father and his psycho son. That was one of Drake’s worst moments. He had slept with a clingy guy and ended up engaged to him…well…not exactly engaged. It was more like the guy told him they were getting married and that was that. Once the blonde had met the crazy guy’s father, he knew he had to leave the planet before he was murdered. That was pretty much how he had gotten stuck here and had ended up living in an apartment with Zach. He realized that his heart was beating fast when he took note of how close the other was at the moment.

The boy had a soft voice and a pretty face to match it. When Drake felt the other touch him, it felt as though he were heating up and it took Drake a moment to realize that he was blushing. Now, he didn’t blush period. That was a well known fact about Drake, he never blushed. It was frustrating for him and he found himself getting a little annoyed with himself. This shouldn’t be a problem. He should be able to brush this off, but he couldn’t. He found that it was much too difficult to simply just ignore the other and act his usual self. Without noticing, Drake had been the one that had gotten seduced. Then again, it made sense. This boy was his mate. This person was the one he was supposed to be with forever. Drake knew all about Zercan mates. Every Zercan knew about how mating worked. Once you found the person that was meant for you, there was no other choice than to be with them always. Even if it was with someone that looked like a middle schooler, Drake was now meant to be with this person.

“Eduardo Bolívar,” answered the man simply. “Ah! Call me Drake… I’m…well…erm… How do I put this? You’re going to be my wife!”

He had wanted to feel more of the boy once the other’s hand was in his own. The boy had such small hands and they indeed fit together perfectly. This person seemed to be full of nothing but innocence. He found it hard to believe someone like this existed. Everyone he’d known had been far from innocent, even Zach wasn’t innocent. Though the boy was a virgin and considered innocent in a sense, there was something dark about the boy that made him hard to understand and frightful to be around sometimes. His mate was different. The young one had never been tainted by anyone before nor had the world crush him like it had so many others. This person needed to be protected, he needed Drake. Though he didn’t like to admit it, the man liked being needed. He liked knowing he could do something for his new mate, even if it wasn’t very much he could do. The boy seemed like he was very curious and Drake found it very cute. Not only that, but the other didn’t seem to be intimidated like him like everyone else. He couldn’t believe someone this perfect was now his.

It took the man a few minutes, but it seems his brain had finally gotten out of the clouds and back into reality. His eyes widened slightly and his cheeks turned redder. Dammit! He had said something stupid! Wife?! What the hell?! Out of all the things he could have said… Now his mate probably thought he was a crazy stalker or pervert. Great. Now he had to explain to the other why he had said something so stupid. Maybe he could shoot himself now and not have to explain himself? Maybe the earth would swallow him whole or something? Drake stood up suddenly and pulled the other by his arm so the boy could also stand. Drake muttered some things in Spanish and shifted his weight from foot to foot. There wasn’t much he could say now except maybe apologize…or maybe to God the other wouldn’t bring it up.

[Adair Sullivan]

Adair was a bit startled as he was pulled to his feet, breaking him out of his reverie. He stared at Drake for a moment as he considered what the taller man had just told him. Drake's wife? Morgan had said that only girls could be wives.. Did that mean that Drake thought he was a girl? He didn't really mind. Drake wouldn't be the first to assume he was female. In fact, a good population of his school had thought he was a girl when he had came to high school the previous year. A few still did to that day, actually. But he did wear girl's clothes like cute jeans and skirts occasionally and the butterfly clips currently holding his bangs out of his face were far from masculine. But, well, he couldn't help it if he thought they were cute!

"I can't be your wife, though. I'm not a girl," Adair stated, tilting his head slightly to the side as he looked up questioningly at Drake, "But Morgan said that wives had husbands that they were married to. What does being married mean? All he told me was that they really like ach other and live together... Does that mean I have to live with you now?"

Morgan had went as far as to tell him about wives and husbands and they fact that they were married. He had said they lived together and they were special to each other, but he hadn't went into specifics, especially not the honeymoon details for fear of scarring the poor boy for life. Adair, with the limited knowledge he had, thought that being married wouldn't be that bad. If he had someone that lived with him, maybe he would get more attention than his own family and a small crowd of strangers amazed at his skill with the DDR mat could provide. He wouldn't mind having all that attention coming from Drake, either. Something about the older boy was special. He liked him a lot and he'd only met him three or four minutes earlier on the pavement.

"Oh, I'm Adair Sullivan," He remembered suddenly, almost forgetting to introduce himself. He had been too preoccupied with the wife comment to introduce himself properly. But now, that had been corrected. He didn't seem to understand that it was generally a bad idea to give a guy proclaiming he was going to marry you after knowing you for five minutes your first and last name. Adair was unconditioned to the world of stalkers, rapists, and murderers. In his world, all disputes were settled with a compromise or a non-lethal fist-fight in the worst case scenario. He had never watched the news and didn't even know those kinds of people existed. It was probably for the better as Adair was easily excitable and quick to scare anyway.

"I like you," He stated with another innocent smile, "You're nice! No one has ever proposed to me before... I wouldn't mind being your wife."

[drake]

Drake had been expecting the boy to smack him for saying such a stupid thing or for the kid to at least give him a dirty look, but those things never came. The man found it odd that the boy hadn’t screamed something or alerted the police of his presence yet. He knew that if someone had come up to Zach and said the man thing, he would have kicked their ass and made sure they never did something like that again. That’s why when the boy did nothing but stand, Drake had stared at him for a bit to make sure the other was okay with the whole thing. This person was much more innocent than he had thought. His words could be twisted into so many weird and lewd things, but it seems the boy wasn’t thinking like that at the moment. He was glad he wasn’t going to get accused of sexual harassment or anything like that. For one thing, he really didn’t need any trouble at the moment. It wasn’t a good thing, but he was in trouble with the law as it was. Since he was only nineteen years old, he wasn’t allowed to do half the stuff he did. Drinking, getting into clubs meant for those over twenty-one, drugs, and a bunch of other things the man didn’t like to share with anyone, not even Zach. This person was cute and pure. It made Drake slightly afraid. He didn’t want to hurt this person or taint him. It seemed like if he reached out and touched the other too roughly, the boy would break. All he could do was give the other a slightly crooked smile. It wasn’t a charming smile he gave others, just an undisciplined grin.

“Morgan was wrong,” he chuckled. “I don’t think you’re a girl and boys can be brides too. Ne, I’d really like you to be my wife. We can live together if you like and I’ll be your husband. It means we’ll be best friends forever. It means….I’ll love you more than anyone else and I’d do anything for you. Then later, we can have lots of babies. Well…you’ll be the one having the babies… Is Morgan your brother or something? I have a little brother named Zach, you’ll like him. He’s cute too… Not as cute as you, though! Not that I was thinking about how cute you were or anything! B-But I don’t mean you’re not cute… I-I…erm…yeah…so…”

He had been glad that the other had told him his name. It was better than calling the other kid or wife for the rest of their lives, though it would have been funny. Drake reached out to give the other’s cheek a slight pinch. The other did such adorable things all the time. He felt like such a loser right now, though. The other was doing cute things, yet all he could do was say stupidities and ramble on and on. He wasn’t even sure what he was talking about anymore. It was like he had no control over his mouth or something because he kept saying things without repeating them in his mind and he only ended up sounding stupid. The man hoped Adair could forgive what he was saying. It was only in the presence of this person that he ended up becoming such a fool. There was just something about this boy that made his heart beat faster and his mind shut down. Drake was glad he just hadn’t started drooling yet…or maybe he had. He wasn’t sure of anything except that he wanted Adair really badly. Maybe once they got to know each other better, they could… Screw it! He wanted a piece of the other now! Of course, this wasn’t the time or place. Drake decided to not to do anything just yet. He’d just make the other hate him if he did something now.

“I really like you too,” smiled Drake. “I’m glad you’re going to be my wife. Ne, don’t marry anyone else because you’re my wife now, okay Adair? Let’s just stay together always and be happy.”

[Adair Sullivan]

The way Drake fumbled over his words only served to amuse the younger boy. The muddled explanations were just adorable. Why could Drake talk right all of a sudden? Drake only became more and more interesting as time wore on. The things he said seemed to be mystery upon mystery, but he didn't mind it as much. He figured that it would be explained to him in due time and, having the patience of a saint, he could wait. Though, there was that word again--love. This was the only term that really bothered him. He heard everyone talk about it and how wonderful it was to be in it... But, what was it? Whatever it was, it had to be good because Drake was offering it to him. He still wanted to know though... But, he could ask that later. Right now, the talk of babies had caught his attention.

"Lots of babies?" He asked quietly at first, as if seeming to consider something, "Wait, we can't! Morgan said that if you wanted a baby, you had to have the hospital to make you one and fill out a form-thing and wait about nine months for them to make one... But he said that only girls could get babies from the hospital... We're both boys..."

His words tapered off in a downward shift in pitch, sounding utterly disappointed. He really was sad. Drake said they would have a lot of babies, but how could they even get one if they were both guys? Adair had always found infants interesting little creatures and had pestered his mother about getting another younger sibling from the hospital, just so he could play with it when it came home. This, of course, flustered Fayre quite a bit, but she calmly explained to him as best she could that there was too much paperwork to complete and she didn't want to write out another baby application. Disppointment had struck him then, too, but he soon got over it. He had given up on the idea of ever having a baby around to pamper and play with until Drake mentioned it.

"M'hm... Morgan's my older brother. He knows everything!" Adair boasted. If there was one thing Adair was proud of, it was his older brother. He was just perfect, "He won't tell me everything, though, because he says there are some things I don't need to know about... Some things I don't understand either... He tried telling me once about this place like Earth that was really far away, but I didn't understand him.. I can't remember what the name was either... But he told me not to tell anyone.. Don't tell him that I told you, okay? I don't want him to stop telling me things!"

Adair paused for a moment, taking a breath. The boy could go on and on, but the necessity to breathe was an annoyance and hassle to him. After inhaling, he opened his mouth to continue on the subject, but paused and seemed to think better of something.

"I'm glad you like me too, and I don't marry anyone else, Drake," He nodded, "But.. What's love? Morgan won't tell me what it is... But it sounds important. Is it?"

[zach]

Zach’s eyes fluttered open. He lifted his head and looked around the room. Everything was the same as how he’d left it and when he glanced at the clock, he noted that he hadn’t slept for that long. The boy shifted into a sitting position and gave a yawn. He slipped off the bed and walked out of his bedroom. The boy’s footsteps made no sound on the carpet, mostly because all he had on his feet were socks. He reached the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. The boy gave a frown when he noted that there was nothing worth eating inside. Drake had forgotten to go shopping again. The man was always forgetting things like that. Sometimes he thought his friend was scatterbrained and clueless. The boy closed the door and walked back into his bedroom. The boy reached into his closet and pulled out some clothes. He changed into a black T-shirt and black baggy pants. The boy put on some black boots and a hoodie. He forgot to put on his glasses and remembered when he had walked out of his bedroom but decided not to go back for them. He wouldn’t need them right now anyway. The boy grabbed his keys off the coffee table and walked out of the apartment. He stepped into the hallway and made his way towards the stairs. This apartment was in the nicer part of town but that didn’t mean there was no crime around here. Of course, Zach was scarier than anything out there and he could take care of himself. Though he had no Zercan form, he was half daemon and not someone to mess with.

The boy didn’t bother to make eye contact with anyone that passed by or even looked up to see where he was going. He had been through this route so many times before that he didn’t need to look up. The boy let his gaze stay on the ground as he walked outside of the apartment complex and into the streets. It was cold outside but it was fine since he had a hoodie on. The boy began to walk on the sidewalk and noted that it was pretty deserted around here. It wasn’t that late, but it was already empty on the streets. He figured people were still working or were staying home. It was quiet and Zach wondered if things would always be this silent. He liked the silence, it was comforting. Though most people were scared of the darkness or silence, it was the only place Zach found peace in. It was only when there was no one around that Zach could relax. He was a very paranoid and schizophrenic person sometimes. He had been accused of having multiple personalities and even of being a pathological liar. The black haired boy wasn’t sure if any of this was true, but he didn’t care to find out. It didn’t matter what was wrong with him. Knowing what it was wouldn’t make it better and it wouldn’t really help him in the long run. It wasn’t like he was ever going to get better. It wasn’t like there was anything anyone could do to help him.

Zach had long realized he wasn’t the sanest person or someone that was mentally sane. After hearing those kinds of things over and over again, he had come to realize that what others said was partly true. There was something about him that wasn’t quit right and though he didn’t like admitting things, he knew there was something in him that just couldn’t be cured. Maybe he was crazy and maybe he wasn’t, but he was what he was and right now, Zach a messed up teenager. The boy felt his pant leg get cough on something and he gave a yelp as he fell to the ground. The boy sat up after a moment and inspected the damage. One of his knees was scrapped and bleeding while his palm had a nasty bruise. His pant leg was torn at the knee and Zach was sure it couldn’t be fixed. The boy examined himself some more and noted that his pant leg had gotten hooked on his shoes. I seems he hadn’t buckled them right and his pants had gotten caught. It was quite silly he supposed, but Zach wasn’t one to dwell on such things. He tried to get up again and when he realized he couldn’t, decided to stay on the ground for a moment longer. He was on the sidewalk, so it’d be alright. He still hadn’t seen anyone and he was all alone. Then again, he was always alone.

[Morgan Sullivan]

No new ideas for how tp spend his Sunday night came to Morgan's mind. He had just decided to head out to a club for the night and see if he could pick anyone up. As smart of a boy as he was, he wasn't above going out and picking up a cute, slutty boy that had been around the block a few times now and then in a club if it was at all possible. Meaningless relationships that lasted about five nights at the most and one-night-stands were the only sort of dating experience Morgan had ever had, though he really didn't mind. Experience was experience and any chance to potentially find the one and only that existed just for him was a good one. But, with his luck, his mate was probably tucked away back on Zerca or one of the other additional planets.

"How boring," Morgan sighed to himself, stuffing his hands down into the pocket of his jeans. He slouched as he walked and didn't seem all the graceful on the exterior, but he lived a very tricky life as far as how he looked and how he acted was concerned. Really, he was quite the quick and agile one. One he'd even been asked (more like begged, if you were to ask Morgan) to join the high school's track team, but that had ended in a bitter laugh and an amused cry of 'Are you joking or what?'. He hadn't been one for sports of any kind and didn't ever plan on playing them. As much athletic potential as he had, he refused to use it. He viewed his complete difference of species as cheating, pure and simple, and despite how one would assume he wouldn't care, cheating was in the Code of Morgan on what not to do.

He was about to turn to go down to a different street when he noticed something dark lying on the sidewalk another block ahead of him. curiosity got the best of him and he strolled over leisurely, wondering just what this dark mass was. Of course, it could've been anything from a bag of stray garbage to a dead, dismembered person left on the sidewalk. Either way, it had potential to be interesting.

Oh boy, was it interesting, too.

Morgan stopped about five foot away from the targeted lump on the sidewalk, seeing it was indeed a live person. Oh, this was great. Why was someone sitting on the sidewalk like this in the middle of the night? He maneuvered around so that he could see the person's face and froze. Something was interesting about this particular boy and Morgan couldn't believe his eyes. He had always thought that when he found his mate, something would happen. There would be a big, dramatic pause, some crying, and a freaking awesome kiss and sex to go with it. Suddenly, his night seemed to be looking up, because his mind was congratulating him on finally ending his search.

He wasn't quite sure what to say, though. What should he say? He thought for a moment as he just curiously stared at the other, finally adopting as friendly of a smile as he possibly could.

"Er, hi..." He began, "Why're you sitting on the sidewalk when you could be having a much better time laying on my bed?"

Try as he might, he couldn't find the wrong in what he'd just said that had caused his mind to believe he'd just said the wrong thing entirely when greeting his one and only for the first time.

[drake]

Wow…he really didn’t want to be the one to explain to Adair where babies came from. Drake had never thought he’d be the one giving his mate the sex talk. It was bad enough he’d had to give it to Zach, now he had to give it to Adair too. How could he say this without sounding like a complete dumbass? Obviously someone didn’t want Adair to know what really went on when babies were made, so they had fed him a bunch of lies and stupidities. This was going to be hard, especially since Adair really believed what he was saying. Drake gave a slight sigh and wondered how to tell Adair that he was wrong. The boy would probably be mad that he had been lied to and what he thought was horrible untrue. It made Drake wonder what kind of home his mate lived in and what kind of friends he had. When he was the boy’s age, he had known every dirty detail about intercourse from all his friends’ dirty talk. Boys at that age were all hormonal and thought of only one thing. Of course, Drake was still that way but he doubted Adair would ever act that way. It was kind of sad because now he wouldn’t be able to claim Adair right away. He technically could, but he knew that Adair would freak if he tried anything. The boy seemed like he was prone to freak outs when people did things he didn’t like. His mate seemed like a sensitive person and while he usually disliked such people, he didn’t mind it when it was Adair. Maybe one of the reasons he got along with Zach so well was that the boy never showed many emotions. Though being with Adair would be different, he was swilling to try and make things work.

“You’re special,” the older man said in a clam voice. “You get a baby with no paperwork or anything because…uh…you won a prize! Yes, when you agreed to marry me, you uh…won a prize…because…you’re so cute… And um…you get a baby, for free! Isn’t that neat? I know you’re not a girl, but you get a baby anyway. He he he… So…um…will you have a baby with me then? It’ll be lots of fun!”

He couldn’t believe the crap that had just come out of his mouth. He sounded like a complete retart! Had he lost all his brain cells in the fall? He was only making things worse for himself. Now Adair would think babies were something you could buy or something. If he could have, Drake would have slammed his head against the wall. He sounded so intelligent at the moment and he wished he could say something to regain his dignity. Of course, Adair probably thought everything he had just said was true, which was probably the worst part of all this. The boy was too trusting and naïve for his own good. He believed everything people told him and pretty much lived in his own little world or something. Drake didn’t feel right laying to the other. Even though he’d lied to many people before, he didn’t feel right doing it now. It just wouldn’t be good to lie to Adair for many reasons, but most of all, Drake wanted the other to learn to trust him and coming up with lies was not a good way to start things off. Of course, there wasn’t much else he could do now. He didn’t know what he could say to make the boy believe him.

“Well…I know everything too!” Drake stated proudly. “If you ask me something, I’ll answer, so don’t bother asking Morgan anymore. Even if you don’t understand, I’ll tell you anyway. I like you more than Morgan, so I won’t keep things from you. You…don’t know what love is? Well…it’s… Um… It’s an emotion that’s stronger than like… It’s when you want to be with someone more than anyone else and would do anything for them. It’s…when you want to make another person happy even if it means you’re sad and…when you care about that person more than anyone else… I guess…that’s what it means to love someone… Ne, I love you Adair.”

[zach]

Zach noted that there was someone standing near him. He looked up and stared at the other. The boy looked older than him, but not by much. Zach had never seen him before, but then again, he didn’t know most people. The boy liked to keep to himself and tried not to attract attention from anyone. The boy liked being along and ignored. Even though he was all alone, it was better that way anyway. That’s why he was slightly annoyed when the man approached him. He had wanted to walk peacefully to the store and now he was being disturbed. He had already planned what he was going to do once he had gotten back home. Talking to strangers had not been part of the plan. He had not wanted to talk to anyone or let people get to know him. He had wanted to live his life alone and peaceful, but this person had ruined everything. Just by looking at the other, Zach could tell he was the man’s mate. Zach had always known he’d be the one to bear the children in the relationship, but that hadn’t mattered because he had not wanted to find his mate. It was another reason he had avoided talking to people. The possibility of finding his mate terrified him. Being mated meant being with someone forever and living your life with them. It was the person you were supposed to love the most and be with forever. That wasn’t what Zach wanted. He didn’t ant to be with anyone or to share his feelings with another person. What Zach was looking for was solitude. He wanted to hide away from everyone and go somewhere far away from this man.

It had never been required of him to show emotions. Even when people knew there was something off about him, they had never required him to feel anything, so Zach hadn’t. He had stayed quiet about everything and become like a doll. The boy stood up and peered into the other’s eyes. He knew that this person would ask things of him. The man would want his love and affections. He’d want to talk with him and get to know him. Those were things Zach couldn’t offer. He couldn’t give the other what he wanted since he had nothing to give. Zach had no love and there was nothing to know about him since he was just empty inside. Zach didn’t want this man to ask anything of him or to try and fix him. He tilted his head at the other’s blunt words and wondered just what kind of person this man was. To ask something like that out of the blue, the man was probably an obnoxious person. The man seemed like the type that liked getting into trouble. In a way, he was reminded of Drake. This person probably did a lot of the same things as his ‘brother.’ Zach didn’t want to be with this sort of person. The man was much too affectionate and wanted to touch him. Zach didn’t let people touch him period. There was no way he was going to become this person’s mate.

“You’re stupid,” Zach said simply.

The boy pulled back his arm and slammed his fist into the other’s jaw. He could tell this man was Zercan and it wouldn’t really hurt him as much as it would have if the man had been human, but it was something and Zach wanted to show the other he was not pleased with him. Drake had taught him that when people told him thins like that, he had to hit them to get them to back off. He’d never thought it was a good idea to do something like that, but he now saw the logic in it all. After all, Morgan had been to forward and crude, so it was only fair that Zach be allowed to hit him. The boy turned and walked away. There was no point in sticking around now and he had to go to the store anyway. The boy didn’t bother to wipe away the blood on his palm or knee and didn’t so much as flinch as he continued to walk down the sidewalk again. His knee hurt from the fall and his palm stung, but he could live with it. Any other person would have at least limped, but not Zach. The boy didn’t care about his injured and continued towards his destination as though nothing had just gone wrong.

[Adair Sullivan]

"A prize? That's great!" Adair looked hopeful again. So, you didn't have to be a girl to get a baby like Morgan had told him... But, why would Morgan lie to him? Or was Drake lying? It was hard to tell... Morgan knew everything, but Drake was really nice and seemed like he knew what he was talking about. He decided that he would believe Drake. It made him happier to believe him anyway. Even if he was lying, he didn't care at the moment. He was going to have a baby! That was all that mattered, right? "I would really like to have a baby with you... When do we get the baby?"

Adair took a step or two closer to Drake, sliding his arms around the other's neck. He had seen people do this to each other and it had looked like fun. Morgan had said it was another funny little gesture to show someone how much they liked someone else. So, since Adair liked Drake a lot, he could do this, couldn't he? He liked the way it felt to be this close to the other, too. Sure, he was kind of tall, but Adair didn't mind standing on his toes a bit to reach him. Even with the difference in height between the two, Adair had the same feeling as before when his hand had been found to fit inside Drake's perfectly. It was a nice, warm feeling and he didn't want it to go away. Did Drake feel it too? To keep himself from sounding too weird, he witheld the question and instead smiled as the other explained love to him.

"That's what love is? It sounds really nice.." Adair mumbled, mostly to himself. He blushed slightly as Drake said he loved him again. That was twice he said it now, but the second time had been a bit more meaningful now that he knew what the emotion meant. He wasn't quite sure why his cheeks were tinted with red now, but his body had done that on it's own in conjunction with his mind.

This whole concept was new to him, but it didn't keep him from understanding just what, exactly, it was that Drake meant when he said 'I love you' to him. According to the other's explanation, Drake wanted to be with him, would do anything for him, and cared more about him than anyone else. It made Adair happy to know that someone thought that way about him. Sure, his family cared about him, but it was nothing like this. This was the same but in a completely different way, which was a bit confusing. But, he decided not to question it. For now, he would just be happy that Drake liked him just that much. In fact, he was pretty sure he returned the same feelings. He wanted to be close to Drake always, he would've done anything that Drake would've asked of him, and he couldn't think of anyone that he currently held in higher regard that Drake. Morgan came close, but in the few minutes that he and Drake had became acquainted in, the man he was holding onto had became much more important to him.

"I love you, too," Adair said quietly with an innocent smile. As if he hadn't done enough odd things already that night, he pushed himself up on his toes a bit more to place a quick, innocent kiss on the other's lips. When he pulled back again, he laughed. Oh joy of joys, he'd just found an entirely new and amusing thing to do--kissing, "I like that! It feels nice!"

[Morgan Sullivan]

Morgan had only been outright rejected by a handful of people in his life. He was used to getting what he wanted, especially in the way of dates. The fact that the boy on the sidewalk had been his mate had seemed to, in his mind, promise him there was no possible way that Zach could just reject him. Therefore, it had been quite the shocker when the smaller boy called him stupid, stood up, and punched him in the jaw. He had just been rejected in the most humiliating way possible--by his mate, even! The first instinct he had was to assume he was wrong before. With a reaction like that, Zach couldn't possibly be his mate, could he? But, another look at the back of the retreating boy told him otherwise. He had been right... Zach was just playing hard to get.

"That really hurt, you know," Morgan said as he turned in the same direction as Zach to follow him. He lifted his hand to the offended cheek and rubbed at it thoughtfully. For such a small boy, he had a good deal of strength behind him. Morgan wasn't really complaining. At least his mate hadn't turned out to be a poor, weak little boy that had to be protected all the time, like his brother. He loved Adair to pieces, but having one person in his life that he had to protect from everything in the world was hard enough. Zach seemed to be perfectly capable of protecting himself, though. But, for good measure, Morgan wanted to protect him too. He didn't want anyone to hurt the boy even though Zach appeared able to keep himself safe.

"What's your name?" Morgan asked casually, following about two feet behind Zach. He buried his hands back into his pockets as the pain in his jaw faded away, resuming his intense interest in this other boy. It probably looked like Morgan was a perverted stalker--which was a reasonable, if not slightly true, thought--but he didn't care. He had found the one person he had been looking for his entire like and now that he had found him, he wouldn't let Zach out of his sight without damn good reason, "I'm Morgan Sullivan."

((Sorry it's short. XD Mind can't operate on an empty stomach.))