[ZEKE] a shot to remember.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

'Supposed to' seemed to be a statement used around here a lot. 'You're not supposed to be doing this' or 'i'm not supposed to be here'. But here of late, it seemed a lot more of 'you're not supposed to be this happy about working two shifts'. Alecsander was already assigned to a ward. But that didn't stop them from assigning him another until someone could be hired. People to brainwash into his job seemed hard to come by. Or so he'd observed. Most people around here seemed as miserable as the patients. Alec? He was happy just to be the reason people were crying and in misery. Did he get something out of it? Damn straight.

He hummed an old lullaby his nanny used to sing to him and his sister as he prepped the needle for the next patient. He expected nothing less than a screaming, bent-out-of-shape person. But turns out, he was going to be the one who wasn't in the right shape. As it turned out, he wasn't torturing someone today. Just giving them a vaccine. "Everyone's afraid of the flu." He muttered, rolling his eyes as he searched for another vial. He couldn't help wondering if this was a nurse's job. He could imagine the rest of the doctors talking- 'Alecsander isn't doing anything. Let him do it.' "If I wouldn't be the next animal tested on, I'd inject the lot of you with what these patients are getting.." He breathed, looking down at the chart again.

[zenith kain eridius]

Honestly, Ze had better things to do on his day. It was just starting to get cold and he wouldn't get to spend as much time outside as he'd like as the winter came blowing in. The thought was enough to make him stir crazy. Always some sort of crazy, that kid was.

He swung into the testing rooms... said it was mandatory. He'd play nice for now. The kid's arms were covered in tattoo ink as well as sharpie marker ink today, different designs mixing in with odd, bleeding neon colors. His gaze plays over the face of the staff member attending... one he didn't quite recognize. Not like it mattered... they all started to blend together after a while.

"Little early for flu shots, don'tchya think?" Zenith mused softly, sliding lazily into the chair. He's got more time to focus on the man's face now... handsome, he must say. Still, the Greek man is fairly decent at reading people... arrogant features, expensive shoes-- typical douchebag? Probably.

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[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alecsander's gaze wandered over to the boy, raising an eyebrow in response. "You are aware it's October, yes?" He asked him, his French accent probably thicker than he'd intended it to be. He usually spoke slowly around people so it didn't sound like he wasn't speaking English. "Perhaps if you'd gotten it a month ago, you wouldn't require one now." He smirked a bit, walking over to him with the needle in his hand. He slowly began to roll up the boy's sleeve. He stuck the boy with the needle, sure it would have hurt even if he'd been extra gentle about it. Flu shots were never comfortable.

He tossed the used syringe to the bin it belonged in before he walked back to his table he was working at. "You're free to go. Unless you require a cartoon bandage." He lowered his head as he sorted through the papers, pulling out the one he was looking for. He sat it on top of the stack, putting his highlighter cap into his mouth so he could separate it from the pen and mark what he needed to remember.

[zenith kain eridius]

"Not perhaps... clearly I wouldn't. Hell, never needed one before either." It wasn't like Ze didn't get sick-- the number of times he'd had strep throat and the two times he'd had mono could attest to that. Dancers shared water bottles, the fact that his brother and his girlfriend both fit into that neat little box made him hella vulnerable. The young man was fairly used to getting six and getting better, bouncing back, saying fuck it and moving on.

He flinched at the needle but said nothing. A little bit of pain after what he'd been through earlier was very little. Sort of a whatever-- keep calm and carry on. "I should be alright... you sure you don't need one for whatever wound on your ego you're clearly nursing?" One of Ze's eyebrows perked up, taking a singular step forward and grabbing a sharpie marker from his pocket.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alecsander looked up as the boy spoke, smirking a bit from behind his highlighter cap. "Nursing was never my forte, mon amour. My ego just comes naturally, no tending needing." He glanced back at the boy, raising an eyebrow in challenge. He was willing to stand here and argue his point as long as the boy was. Arguing had always been a talent of his. He would argue with a tree had he thought it would do some good.

The boy was attractive, he'd give him that. Certainly something nice to look at in this hell hole. He didn't often see pretty faces. And if he did, they were screaming in agony. "I haven't seen you around here much. Are you new?" He asked, turning so he could lean against the desk. He tapped his fingers on the desk top, his eyes never leaving the boy's face.

[zenith kain eridius]

The pair is dancing something delicate, a fine line, Ze can feel it. The young man sets his jaw slightly, tries not to let himself get wrapped up in that intoxicating French accent. It's difficult, but he's hoping he can fight the urge long enough. He's going crazy, the boy is. He was hardly more than that--a boy. It slipped his mind often that he was of age, the thought evading him and seeming to make the man before him all the more dangerous. 

If there was one thing the Greek boy craved it was danger. He'd admit that the charming Frenchman was starting to be a little much, and he was enjoying it thoroughly. There's a challenge beneath the cool smile and it's enough to excite him. 

"Relatively new, I suppose. Just released me to the general population a couple days ago." His gaze is steady on the man's face, neither gentle or soft. "Your chart will tell you my name's Zenith, but Zeke does the job."

 

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alec found himself staring at the boy, unable to draw his eyes from him. The way he held himself, the line of his jaw, what Alec assumed was his stubbornness.. The boy was intoxicating himself, accent or not. Everything about him was just mesmerizing. "Tis not my chart, little one. You're not of my ward. I don't have your chart. I have a printed sheet of paper telling me little flu bugs were bothering a boy, and to expect him around this time."

He tapped his finger slowly on the top of the desk, tilting his head to the side a bit. "Though a face like yours makes me wonder if I shouldn't request a transfer." He smirked, watching the boy for a moment before he turned back to his paper work. He pulled the chair from under the desk, realizing for a moment he probably didn't need to be sitting here in a patient room at a desk doing his paper work. But as far as Alecsander was concerned, it wasn't his problem. They'd pulled him from his paper work at his own desk, they could deal with him here.

"If your intentions are to hide in here until your nurse comes looking for you, be my guest. Just don't expect me to lie and say you had a purpose here." He offered, feeling along his jeans for his ink pen. He pulled it from his pocket, popping the cap off.

[zenith kain eridius]

He's found himself taken with a man that's supposed to be in charge of him. Typical. Zenith might have a thing for power-- it's sexy on a man. Hell, the creature that stood before him was more darkly sexy than he could have ever asked for. There were drifting, lingering gazes as he tried to drink in as much of the man as he could. 

Taken is the right word. Enchanted may have even been better. 

"Well, γεναιόδορος, it might be the best bet on both ends.  Our attendants look like a berry left in the sun for far too long. Can't be a day under 80." Zeke grins wryly. His native tongue can be on the obscure side. The man wouldn't know it but the Greek had just called him handsome. He slouches his way to the desk, swinging up to sit upon it. There's no fear. Zenith wouldn't fear anyone, let alone the handsome faced gentleman.

"They don't worry much about me. Don't realize they've created a monster quite yet." His smile is soft... Zeke doesn't look like a monster. 

Not yet.  

 

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alecsander watched the boy perch on the edge of his desk. His eyes wandered slowly over the boy before they found his face. He didn't normally observe people so thoroughly. Not with them looking. But the boy was.. breathtaking. "Oh, but don't they? We see more than you patients think we do." He teased, raising an eyebrow in challenge. He'd noticed that people were under the assumption that the staff didn't see anything. And they did.

"You see, little one, there's cameras everywhere. Even in your shower stalls. So the assumption that we don't watch every breath you take is completely untrue. Big brother is always watching." He wasn't allowed to disclose much more. The staff was supposed to be quiet about what went on behind closed doors, what they were really doing to the people walking around here. He lowered his gaze to flip through the tabs on the stack of folders he had before he swiftly pulled one out from the bottom.

"Do you not think you interest someone?" He asked, grabbing his pen from beside the boy so he could look over the coroner's report.

[zenith kain eridius]

"Pretty sure the staff see what they want to. Unless sitting at the edge of the property, drawing, is considered monstrous I'm quite sure they'd never point a finger at me." Ze's tone is low, mock confidential. There's something ever so light, toying about the way he speaks to this man. This one is far different from the staff he's come to contact with before. It's ever so strange, magnetic. "Guess my secret is out now though." His grin is dark. 

He's drawn to the other man. Zeke can feel eyes on his body, can feel the man drinking him in. It feels...hell. It feels good. 

The man calls him little one. It isn't demeaning--it's charming. He's all but drooling over the Frenchman. On impulse he lets his hand drift down, fingers brushing over the back of the man's hand. He steals the pen, knowing if he does he's captured another moment of undevided attention. It feels good. Zeke has always been the quiet one, the one unnoticed. When someone has the same face as you do  an they're a great deal louder, you tend to get lost in the crowd. "I don't know about interest--" his voice dances over the word, silky sweet for just a moment-- "but you can tell me all about that." it's now or never, he'd flirt as he'd flirt.

 

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alecsander smirked at his comment, but said nothing. If they boy were to think that they really didn't watch him, he'd be happy to prove him wrong. All he needed was a couple hours, and he could give him a list of every meal he'd eaten since he'd gotten here and exactly how long it took him to finish it. Not to mention everyone he'd been talking too. "There's no secret you can keep from us, little one." He breathed.

Alec didn't dare move his hand closer as the boy touched it, even if he wanted to. It would be adding fuel to a deadly fire. Love was an awful dance for two to partake in. He smirked a bit when the boy took his pen, resting his hand on Zeke's thigh instead. "You're no more interesting than the other pretty boys around here." He told him, looking up at the boy. He wanted to flirt? Alecsander could flirt back just as well. Not that it would ever grow into anything, he thought.

"It would suit you well, giving me back my pen. If you don't, I might be inclined to kick you out of my room. And then you won't have the company of a handsome man." His eyes wandered slowly over Zenith's face, his hand resting gently on his leg. "You're not supposed to be in here anyways."

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke can’t help but fixate on the man’s face. There’s something about his eyes that draw him in, glittering and dark. ”We all have our secrets.” One of his eyebrows raises subtly, warm brown eyes dancing across the creature’s sculpted cheekbones and resting directly back on eye contact.

They were playing with fire. Zeke knew that just as well as anything. This man was staff, he was a pet project… that was all anything would be in this place. There were pets, there were lab rats, and there were the people with the death grip on the leash. Wouldn’t want one of their little rockets to stardom destroying absolutely everything… powerless. That’s what he was in this situation, wasn’t it?

Yet his breath caught with this man’s hand on his thigh. His pupils dilated ever so slightly, ever so rapidly… attraction. It hung in the air thick as anything. ”If I’m no more interesting, why don’t any of them hole up with you, hmm?” Zeke knew now why Ace was so… so addicted to this practice. It felt good. For once he felt confident, powerful.

The young man uncaps the pen with his teeth, begins sketching on the back of his right hand. A bat was beginning to take shape with sketchy strokes, coming to life and looking as if it would stare straight into your soul. ”What’s the fun of kicking me out? You’re going to be stuck with paperwork, sitting up all dull and boring. I can promise you I’m far more entertaining.” As for his presence not being technical fair game… what fun was following the rules, anyway?

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alecsander kept thinking how enticing the boy's eyes were. And he wasn't even attracted to brown eyes. But Zenith's were far more alluring than the rest he'd seen. They held secrets and deep thoughts and things Alecsander wouldn't mind spending late nights discussing. The boy did seem interesting, though he wouldn't admit that. He wasn't one to give into other's big heads. "Not all of us. One man can't speak for all. Some of us prefer to live by the saying our mothers instilled in us- if you don't want anyone to know about it, don't do it. Makes life far simpler."

Alecsander smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair. "Because. There's very few people I'm willing to tolerate. And if worse comes to worse, I can just kill you and stash you under the desk. They won't know you're missing for a couple hours." He teased. He liked knowing other's lives were in his hands, but he'd never actually intentionally killed anyone. Not yet, anyways. "Besides, it gets quiet in here. And you're the first to offer to stay."

He watched the boy drawing on his hand, almost jealous. He himself had absolutely no artistic talents. And he never had. He was more book smart than anything. Artists always seemed far too wild and untamed for him anyways. "I have other pens." He said quietly, reaching down into his bag for another. He clicked it open, his hand still on the boy's thigh as he started to finish the paper work he'd been working on before his first pen had been taken from him.

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke is intrigued, falling into what one could best describe as a crush… he doesn’t crush. This isn’t something he does. He’s fallen into a game that his brother plays, one that’s dangerous and deceitful… and he’s wondering if he can play the honest way. It takes guts to be gentle and kind… that’s Zeke. Gutsy? Maybe. He’d try. Hell, he was trying now and it seemed to be going alright for him. ”What fun is there in simplicity?” Zeke cocks his head to the side, studying the man’s face closely.

”What happened to cameras everywhere, my dear?” He knows of teasing… hell. He was the one that was always the butt of the joke. Still, sitting here with a man paying attention to him… only to him… it feels good. Fuck. It feels grand. He’s basking in it, the idea that there’s someone who can look at him and see something attractive. It’s more than he thinks he’s ever been able to feel from anyone.

”I mean, if you’d like me to go, I can.” He’s teasing the man ever so gently, a grin playing upon his lips. He watches the man as he goes back to his paperwork, discipline showing clear through. He can hardly concentrate on the bat that’s taking shape on the back of his hand, following the sinewy curves and stark bones of his hand. It’s got life, it’s got movement. He adores it.

He can’t help but pull what one might look at is a coy move. Zeke rolls into the man’s hand, grabbing a Sharpie from his back pocket. He’s shifting over slightly, feeling more of his leg beneath the man’s hand. The young man adds a pair of dark eyes strikingly similar to that of the man before him, following the curve of the lines, stealing glances at the man as he does.

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[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alecsander shrugged at his question. "Maybe there isn't any fun in simplicity. But simplicity makes my life far less complicated. And having a job like this, simple is welcomed." He always had much more to remember than he thought his brain could handle. But he adored it. He never tired of learning new things and putting them to use. He liked being of use. He'd been catered to his entire life, so being able to take care of himself and do things for himself and being able to be put to work made him feel like he was finally worthwhile.

Alec smirked a bit. "Who says they'd do anything to me? Times have changed. They don't hang anyone anymore. And locking someone in a cell gives them no satisfaction." He said quietly, his eyes darkening. He wouldn't hurt the boy. He was adorable and interesting to talk to. But it shouldn't be put past him. Being locked in one place was enough to drive anyone crazy.

"It't not up to me. I don't mind either way." He said quietly. He felt the boy shift under his hand, and squeezed his thigh gently. He figured this paper work was going to take forever, so he didn't mind having a bit of a distraction. It was more than welcome. Sometimes being to yourself constantly got boring and dull. So having someone there to talk to and tease a bit was right up his alley.