Finally!
This is extremely rough but I haven't written anything in so long I had to share it ^^ Feel free to comment or whatever
"You shouldn't smoke."
"Rules are made to be broken darlin'. And suggestions are made to be ignored." Lazy eyes shift from slightly stained fingers to the burning tip of the long cigarette. He ignores the black haired young man standing in front of him. "And since when did you ever 'suggest' Arashi? Men don't suggest. They command." Alexander licks his lips and cocks his head to the side regarding the figure now with a sigh. He looks down at the standing man even from the wheelchair. Y'know, you look better naked, and I can't say that about too many people, 'cause naked people usually look nasty." He snickers softly. "But in clothes... you look like shit." Set Arashi, the other doesn't twitch. Baggy pants hang off one hip at an awkward position and hide any definition of leg structure. His shirt is torn and stained. It's tight but not flattering even on the lean muscled body. He glares.
"I said 'die' Alex. That not enough?" Slim shoulders shake with laughter. Alex takes a long drag of the cigarette; briefly shutting his eyes in long warm contentment. "Sorry baby. I jumped but the good lord wouldn't let me obey. He knew what a jackoff you were... Yup. Dontcha just love a good old fashioned haunting. Like the ghost of Christmas past or some sentimental bullshit..." Alex trails off and drops the cigarette. A rubber wheel soon rolls over the smoldering butt. "Fuck that shit though," he mutters. Set's strangely angular blue eyes attempt to pierce through the figure in front of him. The young man clenches his hands at his sides. "Alex..."
"I rose from the dead for you and all you can do is stand there like a pussy." Alex glares back in disdain. "Couldn't even kill me yourself. I had to do that for you too. I don't care if I'm beneath you panzer man. Some things you don't delegate." Set twitches as if wanting to step forward. "Gods don't need reasons Alexander. Or second guesses."
"You own my body and my heart Arashi. Not my soul. Remember? There needs to be a trinity. Two outta three don't cut it with old Father McFeelme." He looks defiantly and dares the other to move. To crack. "Whatsa matter Arashi? Can't hit a cripple? I could take it then I can take it now and still beg you for more. I can make it easy for you baby... don't I always?" He closes his eyes again with that arrogant smirk painted on his pale face. Set doesn't make a move. Alex rolls over to him slowly, taunting. "I'll kick your ass standing up or sitting down lover mine. If you ain't gonna finish the job..." He glances up through fringed lashes slowly wetting his lips again somehow looking utterly saintly and sinful at the same time. "You know you want to..."
Nostrils flaring, Set knocks the other boy from his chair and sends him sprawling. The other with highly trained action catches himself and turns. He reaches out with an arm like steel and takes out his partner's knee. There's a curse as Set falls an attempts to recover. Alex shifts his light weight quickly and rolls over on top of him. Before they were evcnly matched on 2 legs. On the ground Alex doesn't give either. Set doesn't struggle; only looks up with angry incinerating love. "You never leave me alone." Alex pins his arms. "Cause you need me motherfucker."
"You shouldn't smoke."
"Rules are made to be broken darlin'. And suggestions are made to be ignored." Lazy eyes shift from slightly stained fingers to the burning tip of the long cigarette. He ignores the black haired young man standing in front of him. "And since when did you ever 'suggest' Arashi? Men don't suggest. They command." Alexander licks his lips and cocks his head to the side regarding the figure now with a sigh. He looks down at the standing man even from the wheelchair. Y'know, you look better naked, and I can't say that about too many people, 'cause naked people usually look nasty." He snickers softly. "But in clothes... you look like shit." Set Arashi, the other doesn't twitch. Baggy pants hang off one hip at an awkward position and hide any definition of leg structure. His shirt is torn and stained. It's tight but not flattering even on the lean muscled body. He glares.
"I said 'die' Alex. That not enough?" Slim shoulders shake with laughter. Alex takes a long drag of the cigarette; briefly shutting his eyes in long warm contentment. "Sorry baby. I jumped but the good lord wouldn't let me obey. He knew what a jackoff you were... Yup. Dontcha just love a good old fashioned haunting. Like the ghost of Christmas past or some sentimental bullshit..." Alex trails off and drops the cigarette. A rubber wheel soon rolls over the smoldering butt. "Fuck that shit though," he mutters. Set's strangely angular blue eyes attempt to pierce through the figure in front of him. The young man clenches his hands at his sides. "Alex..."
"I rose from the dead for you and all you can do is stand there like a pussy." Alex glares back in disdain. "Couldn't even kill me yourself. I had to do that for you too. I don't care if I'm beneath you panzer man. Some things you don't delegate." Set twitches as if wanting to step forward. "Gods don't need reasons Alexander. Or second guesses."
"You own my body and my heart Arashi. Not my soul. Remember? There needs to be a trinity. Two outta three don't cut it with old Father McFeelme." He looks defiantly and dares the other to move. To crack. "Whatsa matter Arashi? Can't hit a cripple? I could take it then I can take it now and still beg you for more. I can make it easy for you baby... don't I always?" He closes his eyes again with that arrogant smirk painted on his pale face. Set doesn't make a move. Alex rolls over to him slowly, taunting. "I'll kick your ass standing up or sitting down lover mine. If you ain't gonna finish the job..." He glances up through fringed lashes slowly wetting his lips again somehow looking utterly saintly and sinful at the same time. "You know you want to..."
Nostrils flaring, Set knocks the other boy from his chair and sends him sprawling. The other with highly trained action catches himself and turns. He reaches out with an arm like steel and takes out his partner's knee. There's a curse as Set falls an attempts to recover. Alex shifts his light weight quickly and rolls over on top of him. Before they were evcnly matched on 2 legs. On the ground Alex doesn't give either. Set doesn't struggle; only looks up with angry incinerating love. "You never leave me alone." Alex pins his arms. "Cause you need me motherfucker."