ABC....123...

[silenziosa_odio]

He’d practiced his letters, writing them down over and over again. He could sing the song, and he could write them with a shaky hand. But he managed it, through yawning mornings as Arsene slumped over the bed, through head bobbing and tiredness

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[anson_greene]

Percy never locks the door.

Anson gives it a tap just the same, out of caution as well as politeness, having learned the hard way that a surprised vampire is not a happy vampire.

"Yo, Percy!" he calls cheerfully, closing the door behind him. He walks into the living room, his gym bag slung casually over his shoulder. Percy is curled up in a corner of the couch, the television bathing his face in a bluish glow. "Well?" Anson says, dropping the bag on the floor. He flops down on the couch next to Percy and grins. "Happy to see me?"

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Percy's eyes cut sideways, Percy's blue eyes reflecting the television. Anson's weight on the couch caused it to bounce a little, before he sighed...

"Is happy even a reality in this world? Or somethin' you see on the telly and wish for." He licked his lips, looking at the bag. "What's that?"

[anson_greene]

Anson looks at him for a moment, then slips an arm around him, pulling him close. He kisses him, running a hand through the vampire's hair before letting him go.

"I don't know, Percy," he admits, glancing at the television skeptically. "There was a time when I would've said no, but now..." He shrugs. "I think everybody's got at least a chance. You've got to wait a long time, sometimes, and work your ass off for it, but...yeah. It can happen."

Anson glances down at the bag and grins. Percy looks as curious as a cat, his nose fairly twitching as he peers down at it.

"Couple bottles of gin and some whiskey, to tide you over until your deliveries start next week. And some other stuff, too." Anson picks it up and unzips it, but pauses, his hand resting on the flap. He gives Percy a sidelong glance and raises an eyebrow teasingly. "You been working on your letters?"

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Percy rolled his eyes, the bag sliding away from Anson suddenly as he reached down to pull out a bottle...

"I have been, but you don' have to talk like I'm four..." It annoyed him a little, as he brushed his hair back. "It bothers me..."

[anson_greene]

Percy's rebuke is quiet and direct, a rarity for him, and his words have a powerful impact. It's a simple plea for respect, something he deserves, something Anson has failed to give him.

"You're right," he says, genuinely chagrined. "I was being a condescending dick." He sighs. "I'm sorry, Percy. I promise it won't happen again."

He reaches into the bag and takes out the rest of the bottles, lining them up on the coffee table. Then he sits back, biting his lip as he looks at Percy.

"Let me see?"

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He reached around, finding a pen and a piece of paper. There was no drum roll or mystery to his task, he just wrote the letters out and then handed them over. There was little more to it than that.

"Happy?" He asked, opening the bottle in his hand and taking a sip of the liquor. Happy with the selection.

[anson_greene]

Anson takes the paper from Percy and looks down at it. He was already impressed at the speed with which Percy wrote the letters out, and now he can really see the progress he's made.

"Hell yeah, I'm happy," he says, turning to Percy with a grin. "Man, you are picking up on this fast. It's only been a week and look how far you've come." He leans close to Percy, holding the paper out. "Remember the first time you tried to copy out your name, how shaky it was? Now, look at this." He points to the letters Percy has just written. "See the lines here? Look at your A and T. See how straight those are? You're getting more confident. And look how quickly you did it. You didn't even have to stop and think. It's getting to be second nature for you, which is just as it should be."

Careful not to seem condescending, he pulls Percy close and kisses him.

"I'm proud of you. I can tell you've been working hard. You really want this, and that's half the battle."

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"It isn' that hard," Percy protested, not likely the way Anson carried on about it like it was some master feat. It might have been a great feat, but that was beside the point. He took the kiss without much complaint, though, before shaking his head back and sighing.

"Now what? Do I start to write silly words?" He took another sip from his bottle, and sighed heavily. He felt so silly and stupid in doing all this.

[anson_greene]

"Yes," Anson says, slightly distracted as he digs in his bag, looking for something. "Lots and lots of silly words." Looking up, he catches Percy's troubled expression and pauses, leaving the contents of the bag for now

[silenziosa_odio]

"I don' think the offer to refuse was ever extended." Percy pointed out plainly, even if it was. He didn't care, but he didn't like the way Anson went on about it. He just wanted to do it, be done with it, not hear endless around of jovial encouragement. "But if you're done bein' encouraging, I have drinkin' to do."

And with that he lifted the bottle to his lips again, taking a deep swallow before he sighed and leaned against Anson.

[anson_greene]

Percy leans his dark head against Anson's shoulder, the bottle of whiskey cradled in his lap. Anson chuckles and looks down at him. There's genuine affection in that look, and not a little admiration. That's Percy, all right. Honest to a fault

[silenziosa_odio]

"Thanks..." Percy said blandly, rolling his eyes as he stared at the writing book. He flipped the pages a couple of times, and looked at the CD player before snatching it from Anson.

"I know how to use it," he sneered a little. "But thank you for the reminder..."

[anson_greene]

Anson groans inwardly. He should have thought to check and see if Percy had ever used a CD player before he went about explaining how.

"Shit, Percy," he says. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize." He shrugs apologetically. "I can't keep up with that stuff, myself. Arthur got me one of those iPods and I'm still trying to figure out how to work the damn thing." He grins, then leans over and nibbles Percy's ear. "You can spank me if you want..."

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"Spanking is too tame," Percy sniped. "I'd rather make you bleed, but you don' like that none. So...No. I won'." He smiled, barely, at the way it tickled when Anson nibbled at his ear though. There was something pleasant about it, that was certain.

He took a swig of his drink, and shook his head as he stretched. Mm, he was in need of something exciting. Or so he felt.

[anson_greene]

"I've never done that before."

Anson blinks, surprised. He'd meant to agree with Percy, he really had. He'd intended to laugh it off, change the subject. After all, Percy's right. He doesn't like it.

Does he?

No! his mind shouts immediately. So why does it suddenly seem far too warm in here, despite the usual lack of heat? Why is he suddenly squirming, his cock hot and hard between his legs? There's something in Percy's eyes, in the way his voice drops to a growl. It makes a little frisson of fear flutter down low in Anson's belly, makes him breathe a little faster, makes him remember that this slight boy curled up beside him is not a boy at all. He is a predator, a fierce and ancient creature, willing and able to kill.

It's true what they say, you really are crazy... Anson thinks, but fuck if he doesn't feel alive, his pounding heart and aching cock competing for his single, inadequate blood supply. Percy could kill him, it's true. All it would take is a careless slip, a drop too much...

But he could always kill me.

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy's eyes cut a dangerous path across Anson's face as the wrong words were uttered. 'Do it'? Did the man even understand what he was asking? Percy grinned at that, pushing Anson away as he stood and pulled out a switchblade.

"Do what I wan'?" He asked, sliding into Anson's lap like a giddy child, eyes burning with a deeply hidden desire. A flick of the wrist, and the blade popped out like a jack-in-the-box, nicking Anson's face sharply as he vampire leaned into him. "Do you really wan' do that? I could get to be very naughty." And he in no way meant in the sexual sense, either.

His legs straddled Anson's as he shifted back a little, pressing the flat of the blade into the man's face as he licked his lips. Would be so easy...so, so easy...

"If I kills you...I'm not goin' to say I'm sorry."