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There wasn't much to do, or so Heat told himself. He had fed his demonic senses earlier today and while everyone seemed to be resting, he strolled impassively through the sets of hallways within their base - so damn boring. Before, Heat had never paid any attention, didn't understand anything but how it was to obey to those orders, to finish

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Not until you explain yourself," Serph turned and looked at him over his shoulder, something flaring in his mind. A memory, someplace warmer, with colors he couldn't comprehend, Heat dressed different, something like a smile on his lips perhaps. He turned back around and bent, stripping the outfit completely off and leaving himself fully bare (but not defenseless, of course. He had Varna). Like his back the rest of him was untouched by scars, perfectly smooth and snowy pale - his legs toned, buttocks curved invitingly (and he knew they were, someone's voice in his head whispering it to him in a rather inviting way, though why he felt or heard it he didn't know - like he didn't know so many other things). Carefully he began to dry himself, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'd rather have what's bothering you out in the open rather than hidden and a possible threat to the Embryon."

"I don't." Head hopped off the bed and forcefully stepped closer to his - stronger in a way - counterpart. "Know what is bothering me." The words were anything but calm, and Heat almost laughed at the realization that Serph had managed to piss him off yet again. Was it his problem? Or was it their - somehow, that sounded familiar, but so very strange. Pulling the towel from Serph's arms, he threw it in the bed's general direction and scowled when it landed so far away. What was the problem? None. But then why was he so - damn - angry? Surely Serph would notice it.

Serph blinked at the sudden loss of his towel, turning oh so slowly to face heat, presenting his front o the man. A narrow set of shoulders that fled into a defined chest, a toned belly, and down towards a patch of silver curls and the proof of his manhood. The position seemed familiar, sent a flash of something hot through him. He looked up at heat, icey blue to fiery red, and then his eyes trailed down to Heat's lips, the words 'soft' and 'warm' and 'delicious' fluttering though his mind and sending that flash of heat rippling over him again. "Perhaps if you were less angry then you could find an answer," his voice had taken on something new - slightly deeper, more hoarse even. "Or did throwing my towel across the room do something for you?"

All Heat wanted to do at that moment was knocking the lights out of Serph, to punch him to the point he didn't know he could hold back, but did anyway. But the body close to his, was something he - his mind and its flashes, the memories of...something with barely any words left to describe - didn't wish to bruise. Instead, Heat pointedly grasped Serph's wrist, groaning at the sheer cold and pushed him farther away (even if at least a part of him wanted to do the exact opposite). "Don't talk as if you know what's happening." and, honestly, there was nothing but that confusion, once again reigning free over Heat's mind, and the biting sound of his own voice against Serph's calm one. "Or if you do, act as the damn leader you are. And. Do something". It wasn't a plea Heat expected to have answered, nor was the real question obviously hidden underneath layers of hatred and scornful apprehension (all new emotions, something Heat hadn't experienced before and wasn't used to deal with.).

Heat's skin burn against his own, at first painful, and them something else entirely. He grunted, stepping forward so that he was close Heat once more, his free hand rising up and suddenly fisting in Heat's brilliant hair. Somehow he knew this was the right response, that Heat would respond the the near violence in the gesture, that this, in the end, might help them both if it went right - though Nirvana only knew what the 'right' thing was. "What you want me to do I will not," Serph said in that husky tone, eyes wandering over Heat's face intently.