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Post by clementine on Aug 4, 2009 22:24:53 GMT -5
"A fighter pilot, huh?" Jonas grinned, mussing a hand through Xero's hair, ruffling it up a bit. "Not bad for a little punk." He was teasing, something he did often. Of course, the mechanic thought he'd should probably lay off given the fact that Xero was offering him a place to stay.
"Seriously though Xero, I appreciate the offer. At this rate, I'm going to be indebted to your entire family. Maybe mind friend'll show up some time between now and then." Jonas looked at the kid for the first time, taking in the slim body and fair complexion. The boy wasn't as beautiful as his brother, but the vampire found himself like Xero's looks above Rykan. They didn't startled him into unease, that was for sure.
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Post by praiseofblood on Aug 4, 2009 22:40:24 GMT -5
Xero frowned again pulling away. He couldn't bring hmself to get truley angry, he simply pouted (cutely, but don't tell him that) and crossed his arms in mock annoyance. "I am not a punk. And don't patronize me, you git," he sulked, before sighing, running a hand through his hair.
"We don't expect anything back. If it'll get you home, that's enough." He spoke truely. "I'll show you to my house. It's not much, but it should do for the night." he said before turning and walking away from the man. "Come on...er...I didn't catch your name."
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Post by clementine on Aug 4, 2009 22:46:17 GMT -5
Really, the kid was very cute when he pout. Jonas would have to illicit that face from the boy again. "I wouldn't dream of patronizing you." He laughed, quickening his pace to catch up with Xero. "I'm just glad to find a family who's so kind. I'm glad your brother didn't leave me back in those woods." I'd probably be dead, he mentally added.
"And I'm Jonas...er, just Jonas." The mechanic grinned in a wry way, coming in step beside Xero. "And I know that you're Xero. Since I'm staying at your house I guess that makes us friends, right?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Aug 4, 2009 23:00:59 GMT -5
"Well Jonas, I guess we are friends now, huh?" Xero nodded. "And Rykan may be cold, but he's not evil. He's probably the kindest of us all," Even though he has every reason to hate the world. Xero added mentally, worrying about his brother. He had begun to spend more and more time in the woods.
They soon arrived at a skyrise. Xero punched in a code and walked inside, going to the lift. He pressed the button for the 14 floor and opened the door to the left of the elevator. He stepped inside of the small apartment and motioned around him. There was a neat, but small kitchen, a living room/dining room and a hallway which held the bathroom, closet and the bedroom.
"Welcome. Um, it's small...so I'll take the couch, and you can have the bed. You're a little taller than me, but I have a few pairs of Rykan's old pants that I never grew into, and one of my shirts might fit..." he trailed off, dropping his "keys" on the counter.
"You can take a shower and I'll take those clothes to be washed." he said, turning and smiling. He made himself stay away from the idea of the man naked. In his home. In his bed.
Xero shuddered slightly, before going into the kitchen to start dinner.
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Post by clementine on Aug 4, 2009 23:11:47 GMT -5
Jonas looked around the apartment with a smile. "It's perfect." He announced. "And I will not be taking your bed from you. End of story." The mechanic was not going to be one of THOSE people. It was Xero's home after all and Jonas was used to sleeping on everything except a bed.
"A shower sounds wonderful." He practically purred, beginning to strip out of his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal a nicely defined torso. "You're officially my new best friend Xero." The words were laughed. "Carter never offered to wash my clothes. I was always doing his!"
Shamelessly, Jonas peeled off his boots and pants, standing before Xero in absolutely nothing. Xero had said he was a fighter pilot after all, so the mechanic assumed the kid would be used to really casual nudity as was custom in the barracks. "Here you are sir." Smiling, he set the folded clothes on a nearby table. "Careful not to get soot everywhere. Those smoke bombs are really nasty."
Humming to himself, he headed to the bathroom for a nice, hot shower, giving Xero a nice shot of his ass.
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Post by praiseofblood on Aug 4, 2009 23:24:07 GMT -5
Xero cursed and praised whatever gods were up in the heavens above him. WHY?!
He couldn't tear away his eyes as he watched the gorgeous older male walk into his bathroom. Was that drool? He hoped not.
Xero snapped out of his daze as the door to the bathroom closed. He frowned, cursing Jonas in his head. The bastard did not have to strip in front of him, who does that?! He angrily gathered up the clothes, taking them to the panel in the wall that led to the laundry room.
"Xero Hakurion, clothing articles in need of washing. Heavy dirt. Wash, and press." He said to the machine before handing over the clothing. Two robotic arms took the clothes, sweeping them into a hole that appeared when a panel slid upwards.
When the arms disappeared back into the wall, Xero turned back into the kitchen, washing his hands and setting about preparing the meal. He loved to cook, it was a natural talent to him, and he was good at it.
In less than no time, the apartment smelled of delicious food. Xero prepared two plates, not exactly sure if the vampire in his shower (he thought on that and decided he liked how that sounded) would like to eat regular food.
"I guess I'll find out," he muttered to himself as he washed the empty cooking ware.
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Post by clementine on Aug 4, 2009 23:36:52 GMT -5
Jonas had no idea what he had just done to Xero. He was much to busy to care, enjoying his shower more than necessary. Dirt and grim sluiced off his skin, turning the water black as it pooled down the drain. The half vampire washed his black hair nearly three times until he was satisfied not a grain of dirt was left in it.
Feeling clean and refreshed, he shut off the water, stepping out of the stall to pat himself down with a towel he had found under the sink. Not knowing where the mysterious clothes that Xero talked about could be, Jonas merely shrugged and wrapped the towel securely around his waist.
Jonas stepped out of the bathroom, still a little slick with water and smelling of Xero's shampoo. "Oh, that smells wonderful!" Jonas practically moaned, stomach growling at the smell and sight of the food. "Who knew someone so young could cook something so good." He teased, meandering over to Xero in nothing but his towel.
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Post by praiseofblood on Aug 4, 2009 23:47:37 GMT -5
Xero turned around and promptly turned back to the wall, eyes skyward. "Why? Zerca why me?" he mouthed to no one. He blushed before brushing past Jonas with his head bowed to go into his bed room. He came out with the aforementioned clothing and handed them over.
"Um...please wear these." he said, not looking at Jonas, a blush staining his pale cheeks. Damn these stupid hormones. Damn the naked, slick, yummy vampire. Damn whatever the Zerca had put Jonas on this planet! He cursed a million lightyears a minute in his head.
"Feel free to help yourself to the food on the table once you're dressed. I gotta shower and be ready to go visit my parents tomorrow." He said, before turning and rushing back to his room to grab his clothing and showering necessities. He placed his head against the wall, nearly feeling faint. Wow.
Who knew another guy smelling of his soap could turn him on so much?
"Damn it..." he murmered to himself, this was so not a good idea.
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Post by clementine on Aug 5, 2009 0:01:20 GMT -5
Jonas was chuckling to himself watching Xero practically flee to the bathroom. The kid's blush was cute. Too cute. If he wasn't careful, Jonas might find himself in deep shit if he let himself even think of trying to accost the Zercan.
Shaking his head, he slipped into the clothes given to him. The pants fit but he couldn't get the shirt buttoned up so he left it flapping open. Taking up Xero on his offer, Jonas plopped himself at the table and promptly dug into the meal before him. Just because he was half vampire didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a good meal. If he had to be honest, blood kind of made him queasy.
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Post by praiseofblood on Aug 5, 2009 0:16:11 GMT -5
Xero went into the bathroom and showered, blushing still. He shampooed his hair and washed before getting out of the shower. he dressed in just pants, seeing as that's what he slept in, and wandered out of the bathroom, drying his shoulder length hair. For such a slight guy, his form was muscled and slender--all hard lines and definition. There was the beginnings of a six pack forming on his torso as his pale skin seemed to be sparkling as he caught the light.
He watched the vampire enjoying himself and stiffled a laugh, putting the towel in a short bin to send to laundering tomorrow.
He moved to sit across the table from the mysterious vampire, his wet white and black hair falling into his amythest eyes. Silently, he began to eat, his eyes on his plate and not straying to the open shirt across from him. No, not straying at all.
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Post by clementine on Aug 5, 2009 0:33:27 GMT -5
Jonas' eyes were straying though. He tracked the movements of the younger male, imagining all the things that he could do to the kid. Nearly shuddering at the thought, he blocked the mental images from his mind. Xero was hot, eliciting a desire in him he hadn't felt before.
Clearing his throat a little awkwardly, Jonas spoke up, "Food's good." He complimented, taking another bite. "Where'd you learn how? I didn't think that taught fighter pilots culinary skills." He laughed a little at his own joke. Damn, the kid was making him itch for something.
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Post by praiseofblood on Aug 5, 2009 0:43:16 GMT -5
Xero looked up, blinking. "Oh, thanks. I didn't learn from anyone particular. Rykan taught me some things, and my Mom as well. The rest I just make up as I go along." he smiled, tossing his head to get some hair from his face.
"It's not nearly my best though. I wasn't sure what I'd be cooking today, so I just sort of threw something together on the fly, sorry. I wasn't expecting guests." he said jokingly. Xero finished his food, stretching, his muscles pulling taut as he stood.
"I'll wash these up now," he said, gathering his dish and going to wash them. He loved hand washing things, it was calming and repetitive, and it kept his hands busy. His mind wandered to the man at his table. Just who was he, exactly?
Xeo felt it was prime time to get some questions answered. "So, Jonas...are you from Jeskara? Is it really as horrible as everyone says? he asked.
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Post by clementine on Aug 5, 2009 1:00:06 GMT -5
Blinking at the suddenly question, Jonas leaned back in his chair as he thoughtfully watched Xero doing the dishes. "Ah no. Not originally. My mother is from there though. I was born on Mentsiquar. Raised there too." He laughed, smiling rather wolfishly at Xero. "But to answer your question, no it isn't. It's just like anywhere else where there is good and bad people. Kind of like how all humans aren't as stupid as they look."
Jonas laughed happily at his own jokes, cracking himself up. "But, why do you ask? Never been there yourself?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Aug 6, 2009 7:04:47 GMT -5
Xero nodded. "My mother was from Jeskara as well, and I haven't heard many stories execpt about the Majikadai. And to answer your question--no. I have not gone off planet, though I plan to." he said.
He continued to do the dishes, drying and washing them methodically. Before he realized it, he was singing his favorite lullaby, a low melody he had made up when Rykan played for him when they were young.
It was a low, light, sad tune about the stars in the night, and as he sang softly to himself, he forgot that anyone else was around.
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Post by clementine on Aug 6, 2009 18:01:38 GMT -5
Jonas gave a silent promise to take Xero planet hopping sometime...after his own life had settled down a bit. He didn't want to say this aloud, simply listening to Xero singing softly by the sink.
The song made the mechanic's hands clench with the need to suddenly touch the youngster like nothing ever had before. Straining to hear the lyrics he wanted to hum along to the melody, but stopped himself, getting up instead to lean against the counter.
"Do you always sing such depressing songs?" Jonas asked, his voice low as he loathed to interrupt. He just couldn't stand listening to something so sad because it made him feel kind of sad too."
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