[ZEKE] a shot to remember.

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke’s eyes dance across the man’s face ever so gently. The bat is done, staring up from his nest of tattoos on his forearm, looking ever so innocent and ever so… dangerous? It’s the eyes that give that element of danger. He can’t help but enjoy that one. There’s something ever so grand about it, something he appreciates. ”Welcome to the world of having a hot fucking mess on your hands.” There’s a fleeting look in his eyes, something that you wouldn’t catch unless you were waiting for it, unless you were watching the man in intent of really watching. It’s something that’s… serious. Weird, especially for his usual carefree surface.

Anyone could go crazy in here… that was more than true. Zeke could feel it happening already. It was enough to eat his mind from the inside out. There would always be problems, always be complications, wouldn’t there? ”Clearly, else there wouldn’t be so many of us caged birds a’singin’ away.” The young man rakes a hand through his hair, still gazing Alecsander with curious eyes. He smiles to himself, the idea that the man really does want him here ringing warmly in his chest.

The man’s hand was warm and strong, it was all Zeke could do not to moan outwardly. He shudders, and that’s telling enough. He’s grabbed a second Sharpie marker, bright blue, and is tracing a bright filigree up his arm. It weaves through the existing tattoos, making a strange pattern that appears to be a reflection from broken mirrors. Pretty. He’s enjoying himself, to say the least. ”You ought to let me ink you.” Any excuse to put his hands on the other man.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alecsander couldn't help the laugh that bubbled past his lips as the boy mentioned having a mess on his hands. "Misha was a mess. Spoiled, but a mess." He said quietly. He missed his little sister dearly. She'd always made him smile. He adored having someone to look after and teach. Something about being the older, wiser person to her made him feel.. complete. Like she needed him. Their parents were never around. So they only had each other and the house keepers. And house keepers weren't very much when it came to learning.

"That and I'm sure it'd just be the same as having us running free. Besides, it's a lot harder having to cater to people individually than it is to have them fend for themselves. At least when they don't have us locked away, we can feed ourselves." Alecsander glanced back at the boy, not sure what it was he got out of drawing on himself. The idea had always seemed repulsive to the older male. He'd never had a reason to draw on himself unless he didn't have a piece of paper on him. And even then, he would resort to writing on anything else.

Alec worked quietly on filling out the small bit of the paper that was left before he tucked it away into it's folder. He reached for another, reading over the sheet quickly. "I think not. I've never had a need to be written on. It just stains my clothes." He said quietly, reaching into his bag for another highlighter. He marked something, then pushed the folder away, leaning back in his chair. "Is that a thing now? Doodling on yourself? I think I missed the memo."

[zenith kain eridius]

The man couldn’t help but watch the doctor with warm eyes. There’s a laughter here, a sparkling darkness. There’s a spark. There’s always a spark. Right off the top, the creature is warm and bright, a crackling energy. ”Twins that hate each other, twice the mess.” The young man makes an admission that isn’t really an admission at all—it should say that right on the top of each of their files. Alexius and Zenith shouldn’t be put within fifty feet of each other. Mental warfare, physical warfare… everything in between. The two boys don’t see eye to eye.

”Being able to feed oneself involves being able to cook.” He chuckles softly, gazing gently at the man’s face. He’s so human… so real. Zeke hadn’t seen it in any of the other staff. They had been solid ghosts, nothing that you could reach out and touch. That right there was what had been so maddening about them. What’s maddening about Alecs is that he is touchable. That’s’ what touchable can be so… so much more. There’s that magnetism that he always resented in Ace laid out before him. It’s all he can do to push the idea of kissing the man from his brain.

”I’m what they call a professional… it’s what happens when there’s no paper.” The young man adds to the pattern of diamonds on his forearm, allowing it to snake down and meet the bat in a cloak of spidery darkness. He loves the way it comes to life, the way he’s coming to life beside the man. The man pushes back just slightly, and Zeke takes it as an invitation. He moves to face the other creature, leg on each side of the anesthesiologist’s lap. ”It says you’re Chevalier... who’re you to me?” Stiff formalities have clearly been tossed at the window… Zeke is testing his luck already.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alecsander didn't dare comment when the boy said he had a twin. He wondered, though, just how alike the two looked; if it would be possible to tell this one from the other. He didn't see many twins that looked alike, but those that did confused him to no end. And Alec despised being confused. It always gave him a headache. Not to mention, he thought it rude for someone to constantly be asking the two which was which. No one wanted to be constantly confused with their brother or sister.

"Not really. They cook our meals here. Granted, they taste awful. What you Americans refer to as 'school food'. It terrifies me to think what they fed you, for you to complain about it. We always had nice food." Alec smirked a bit. Their food had been alright, as he recalled. Nothing to go home and brag to mother about. And certainly nothing to remember distinctly. His eyes wandered over the boy's face again. He wondered how much trouble they would get into if they were to just start making out in the middle of the testing room. Probably not much, especially if the boy were of legal age here. But just the idea of possibly being caught, or even punished for it was enough to make him want to lean over and kiss the boy. It was always the idea of trouble that enticed Alecsander to do anything.

He watched the boy draw on himself, not really inclined to do it to himself. But the way the boy did it was oddly attractive. He had a talent, that was for sure. Anyone who could make doodles on an arm look like something someone might actually pay money to look permanent was someone Alecsander thought as truly artistic. Mostly because he himself couldn't draw a stick person if he was paid to. He raises an eyebrow at the boy, his hands resting on either side of him now. "Doctor Chevalier." He said seriously, but it wasn't long before he was smirking once more. "Unless, of course, I happen to like you -and I like you just fine, mind you- then I'd be Alecsander. Alec, on occasion."

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke has never been so charming. It's not his bag of tricks he's drawing on...it's Ace's. Still, something about the feeling welling up inside his gut... he feels sexy. Wanted might be a good word too. It all feels so wonderful, he's enchanted by it. This man...he's something else alright.

"Believe me, it's nothing pretty. Hell, proof where you come from knows how to do more than one thing right." The intoxicating accent, the high lines of the man's face, the arrogantly high class attitude... he would be hooked and hooked fast. Maybe he already was.

With glittering dark eyes he studies the other man. "You're something else, Alec." the phrase is cheeky, Zeke running a hand backwards through his hair. Without thinking, he aids up with a sharpie smudge across his cheek. It looks silly and he can't help but laugh. His cheeks color lightly, embarrassed with himself. Well fuck.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

"Everything I do is right, little one." Alecsander smirked, squeezing his thigh gently. Arrogant? Perhaps. Did he care? No. Not no but hell no. He himself found someone confident far more attractive than someone who was constantly insisting they were worth nothing. He wanted someone who could handle him and themself, and do it with class.

"'Something else'. Not a phrase I've heard much." He teased, running his hand slowly over the side of the boy's leg. He chuckled when the boy smudged his cheek, reaching up to wipe at it for him. "Not satisfied with just your arms?" He asked, leaning back against the back of his chair. His hands rested on the boy's knees, not really concerned with anyone walking in. He almost wanted to be caught. Maybe doing worse than this, but caught nonetheless.

[makism vandik tarasov]

He likes how that sounds, little one. It's enough to make his heart beat faster in his chest. His heart had been fluttering madly since he'd gotten himself into this little predicament. It was enthralling. He was enjoying himself user the firm gaze of this creature. Sexy, authoritative power...it was enough to capture his attention and hold it. "It fits you." he nods lightly, trying again to fix his hair. Fuckinh cowlick was always sticking up, getting in the way. Maybe it was cute, will of he cared. What Zeke could tell you was that he was dying for a smoke...and maybe something else.

The young man fights off a whimper as he feels Alec's hands roam. It feels good...more than good. His heart is pounding. Before he can talk himself out of doing it, Zenith slips down into the man's lap. It's the consummation of blatant flirting, and it's bold. He's hoping it'll earn him points... he's trying to justify having done it. [/blckquote]

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Alecsander swatted his hand as he tried to tame his cowlick. He himself thought it was nothing less than utterly adorable. And he didn't want the boy to be messing with it. He adored little imperfections on people. Though in the boy's case, it was more of a perfect thing. Everything about him was. Except maybe his need to draw on Alecsander. But that aside..

He was oddly comfortable with the boy in his lap. He let his arms rest on the boy's hips, looking over at him curiously. The boy was brave. "How do you know I don't like little kids? Or that I'm not gonna bend you over this desk? Or drive your head into the wall? You're a trusting one." He smirked a bit, leaning a bit closer to the boy. He was none of the things he said he was. Though bending him over the desk did sound very enticing at the moment.

[zenith kain eridius]

There's a chuckle in his throat as the man swats at his hand. His fingers, grubby as they are with their coats of paints and charcoal that hide under his nails, wrap around Alec's slender wrist. It feels good, the skin on skin contact. Being this close to someone in proximity had its benefits. Hell. Alec smelled good.

"Hmm... I do think I know when some one is coming on to me. If they're sexy I'll go so far as to encourage it." His Sherpa is gentle, playing with the Frenchman. His hands rest on the arms of the chair, gazing with curiosity into the doctor's face.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

As much as Zenith was enjoying them being so close, Alecsander's thoughts kept wandering to what this might amount to. Sure, he loved having someone in his lap. But not someone who wasn't going to do it again. Maybe he was just being possessive, getting caught up in the boy's smile and soft voice. But if he didn't know any better, he'd think he was getting addicted.

"That's the problem. You 'think'. You're the one in my lap." Alec smiled gently, lacing his hands together behind the boy's back. This was almost nice. The boy was just.. wonderful. He didn't know who he was or what he wanted, but it suddenly didn't really matter. He just knew he wanted him. Which was odd, considering he tried to stray from feelings involving others.

[zenith kain eridius]

He's enchanted. Zenith is more than okay with being close to the man, with the touching, with the contact. He likes possessive, an admission he's more than willing to make later on in the game. From the current behavior he's fairly certain there will be a later. Something this addictive can only get better, can it not.

"I'm not scared of you... I'm not like the rest." he's grinning gently, his palm brushing across the man's cheek. It's broad and gentle, breath catching in his throat. He's something different, a strange breath against the stale, quiet, godforsaken air around the hospital.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

The boy's touch was comforting, soothing almost. It was just as enticing as the rest of him. 'This could become dangerous.' Alecsander thought. He knew for a fact this could get very out of hand quickly. Not that he really cared. The idea of something forbidden -even if it was just a doctor / patient relationship- was something he almost craved. He may be one who prefers the simpler things, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the idea of having something that may or may not result in trouble. It would just mean he liked the boy all the more, if you asked him.

"It would suit you well." He said quietly, slowly running his hand over the boy's back. He liked having the boy here. Probably more than he should. It was nice having someone so close to him. And someone attractive, no less.

[zenith kain eridius]

The man was well aware that this was dangerous. Playing with fire? Yeah. It was something that he hadn't been known to do... this was Ace's bag of tricks he was reaching into. This was the bags of tricks that spoke of things that happened to bite when you stuck your hand in. This was the bag of tricks that wouldn't be forgiving or soft or gentle... it was weird for Zeke.

There was a gentle glimmer of trouble in his eyes. He was in a bright mood, willing to be bold and play with the man. His fingers dance across Alec's cheek, lingering here and there. "And tell me why that is?" There's a grin in Zeke's tone, a light blush coloring his cheek.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

Every word the boy spoke seemed to echo in his mind. His tone, his voice, the way certain words had just a hint of an accent he wasn't quite familiar with.. It was nice. He always found people from other places interesting. Mostly because where he came from seemed to have been beaten by a dead horse a long time ago. Everyone knew where France was. The Eiffel Tower, French accents, French food. It was something everyone knew about. There wasn't much more to it, as far as he was concerned. Not that anyone from here cared about.

"Ever heard the saying 'there's nothing to fear but fear itself'? Well, that's not entirely true. One should fear the unknown. You don't know what anyone is going to do to you, what intentions they may have. And that, my dear, is what should be feared more than anything. You never know what one may be hiding." He said quietly, playing with the end of the boy's shirt. To be having a decent conversation was amazing in itself.

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke can't tell you that he's attached to his lineage. All he's ever had here in the states were his parents and his brother... that wasn't really the best idea. Zeke and Ace with their constant knocking of heads and threats and pushing and shoving at each other... yeah. Not the greatest familial idea. Still, he knew the old legends, the stuff they taught in school. He knew what he needed to, but really not much else. Though his accent is gentle, his use of the Greek language fluent, he doesn't feel the close connection many immigrants do. He's American.

Zeke can't help but like the way Alec's hands feel on his back. "Then let me in. I find you entirely too attractive to be scared of you. I don't get off on fear." The man's smile is light, playing on his lips. He's gentle, that's for sure, as his calloused palm rests on the doctor's cheek.