ROUND THREE [alec<3]

[zenith kain eridius]

He couldn't help it-- he'd been terribly taken with the man. It felt good, it tasted warm and beautiful on his tongue. Though the man's room number had been washed away so long on his hand, it was burned into his mind. He knew that the man would take him any time he wanted... and Zeke loved that idea. The Greek man couldn't tell you quite what they were, but it was lovely. There was a light grin playing on his lips, shoulders back, steps nearly floating as he made his way down for the last dose of the new tests...

The tests. The last two doses had been administered by nurses with dead eyes and cold hands. Zeke wasn't so fond of that, and it was making him rather ill. What made him happy? The fact he had a shirt that still smelled of the wonderful, challenging creature and it hung loosely around his shoulders. He didn't bother bundling up too much as he jogged across the hospital campus, sketch book clutched to his chest.

He would have to wait for a little while outside the room, but the Greek man's ears were ever straining for the sound of the man's voice. There was that dark yet strikingly sexy French accent... damn. The man's hands worked a dragon out of number two pencil as he waited, allowing it to find its own shape, own shadows... a fearsome beast indeed.

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[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

As much as Zenith had been thinking of him, Alecsander was thinking of him just as much. Something about the boy was dangerous, like they were playing with fire. He was more than okay with getting burned if this was what it came down to, just him and the boy. Everything about him was simply perfect, almost addicting. Oh, it was a match made in heaven. Unless it proved to be what he was thinking it would be, then a match made in hell was a far better suiting title. This was dangerous. This was horrifying. This was.. amazing. The kind of love story you read about in books. Not that Alec knew anything about that. He barely had time to read charts let alone cheesy novels written by horny fourty-something year old women who's kids just moved out. It wasn't on his list of things to do today, and tomorrow wasn't looking much better.

He tapped his pen on the chart, waiting for the next person to come in. They'd assigned them to sins as opposed to wards this go round. And he was starting to get annoyed. Like the people he poked with needles weren't annoying enough, now they were breaking out in rashes, sweating like pigs, and acting like maniacs. It wasn't surprising. Just annoying.

He heard the nurse call 'next!' and waited for the next person. They were stuck with the needle and sent to the chambers to be examined, and probably pitted against other people. He marked the name off his list, chewing on his lip as the nurse called the next patient. 'Oh, this day can't get any worse..' He thought bitterly, ready to kill something.

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke is light on his feet. He's got a light in his eyes, as well. Alec's shirt hangs around his shoulders, a chuckle in his throat as he moves forward, the grace of a dancer not bothering to find its way in. It's something that's never been there, it's something that never will be. He got over it. He got over the fact that he'd always be outshined by his twin brother. Zenith was done with Ace, anyway. It didn't matter, the older of the two twins was out of his picture anyway. A new one had been painted.

It was his hands that were covered in acrylics, a smudge of green streaked across his forehead. If it wasn't for these god be damned practices, the fact that he'd been called down, he'd still be locked in his room with techno thumping away, a frenzy of color and shape and line making life a little easier. Things were easier when you didn't have to think.

"Boo." He hears the odd ball French accent, the curtness of the mumbling. It's now that the Greek child lights up.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alec wasn't expecting the two things he saw before him, though they went hand in hand. He didn't think he'd be in the line for the boy he was becoming taken by, nor was he expecting him to be wearing one of his shirts. "Well, we have a thief among us." He said with a slight smirk, eyeing the nurse for a moment. They certainly wouldn't have much time together, not alone anyways. They were being watched for sure. He knew that without a doubt. "A colorful thief. You're always into something, aren't you?"

He rounded the little table with needle in hand, gently pushing his sleeve up. He gave him his shot, then held out two bandages. "Kittens or whatever this is?" He asked, waving the bandage with Iron Man on it. He never failed to be amused by the horrible things they printed on bandages, and amused no less by the fact that the hospital actually bought them.

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke can't help but feel special with Alec's eyes on him. They're eyes he knows are only for him, and they've only been on one date. "You act like it bothers you. Besides, the sexy 'I'm-wearing-my-boyfriend's-shirt' look works for me." The creature can't help but be bold, his heart leaping into his chest. Personally, he doesn't give a damn if the nurse is watching. He doesn't give a damn who's watching.

The injection is over quickly, and the Greek man could care less. Another day, another shot, he'd be fine. "Kiss it better?" The creature's eyes flicker to Alec's face, a light in his eyes. There's a grand smirk, something just shy of a broad grin playing at his lips. He hadn't been this giddy in... well... ever.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Boyfriend. What a word. Especially shocking considering just how little they knew about each other. But even the thought of committing to the boy didn't scare him. Not really. He liked it. "You color your boyfriend's shirt, and he promises you're gonna wake up at the pearly gates, little one." He said with a smirk.

He wrinkled his nose at the thought of kissing his arm with whatever he'd just stuck him with. The idea of sucking venom from a wound crossed his mind for a moment. "I'd rather not." He put one of the bandages on him, then leaned over to kiss his cheek, his hand falling to rest on his hip. "You'll be in holding for a couple hours, then they'll let you go." He gave his hip a gentle squeeze, leaning close to his ear. "Ill see you in my room, mon amour." He breathed.

[zenith kain eridius]

Boyfriend... he loves how it sounds. The fact that there's someone that wants him... that there's someone that will tease him gently and hold him tight. "I don't color, I draw. I'm not six." There's a light, indignant grin on his face. He just wants to be closer to Alec physically, fingers running up the Frenchman's arm. The way little one dances on the man's lips... intoxicating.

At the reply he pouts slightly, sighing heavily. It was the response of a petulant child. Still, his eyes flicker with a certain gentleness, a light. Zeke leans up, brushing his lips against the man's jaw. "Holding is so boring. They don't appreciate when you smoke down there, by the way. Drives me fuckin' mad." The creature gets to his feet, whimpering lightly at how close Alec makes himself. He's bowing to the man, hip to hip, everything gentle. "I'm down to the shit cigs, by the way. My head is killing me." The man sighs, forehead resting on Alec's chest.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Complaining and whining seemed to be the boy's most promising traits. Not that it made him any less loveable, but still. Alec rolled his eyes, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. he was sure the next patient wouldn't be too fond of having Zeke germs on them. "I'll bring you some down when I'm done here, okay?" He offered, grabbing a towel from the dispenser to dry his hands. He tossed it in the trash, then grabbed the next injection, marking Zenith's name off the list. "It's about time you ran along, little one. I'm sure the rest of your fellow patients don't appreciate being held up." He teased, tucking his pen back behind his ear.

[zenith kain eridius]

The man can't help but watch the man as he walks, as he works. There's a light smirk playing across his lips, catching one of Alec's hips to stand on his toes, to kiss the man softly on the mouth. As always it takes his breath away, makes his head spin. "I'm going to blow up your god damn phone out of sheer boredom. You better be waitin' for it, mister." There's a grin playing on his lips, turning to wander off with a reluctant sway to his hips. He doesn't want to go.

As always, holding is what they call fucking boring. The young man lies about with his cellphone balancing on his head, trying to get enough service to send the texts he's promised Alec. They're a running monologue of everything dull and boring. Some lunatic a few cells down was screaming and clawing, yelling something about a brother. Fucking weird. Honestly, Zeke was over it. He knew he was better than these fools, he knew that if he was going to become a monster like them he'd do it the smart way. If you were going to make yourself into a creature of the darkness, why would you do it in broad daylight? Fucking new kids, didn't know what they were doing. He passes the first half of his time inking himself, something he knows Alec detests but he can't be bothered to impress today. There's something in the boy that figures he'll be impressive no matter what.

Four hours of hell, half of which having spent in a restless nap, later he was let go. It was a b-line for the staff rooms, slipping inside Alec's with a light grin. The Greek boy flops into the Frenchman's bed, kicking his shoes off lazily. He's comfortable, warm, tossing the shirt into the dirty laundry pile and slipping into nothing but a pair of Alec's silk boxers. They hang loosely off his slender hips, and he's making himself more than comfortable as he waits for the man, curled up snugly in his bed.