Pink Lullaby (Sage)

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac would like to clarify that he is, in no way, drunk.

Indeed, despite his improperly buttoned shirt, extremely ruffled hair, half-lidded eyes and unsteady gait, the mimic insists that he’s completely sober. Well, fine, maybe just a little bit tipsy. But just a little bit. Not enough to make him forget the quadratic formula ('It’s a²+b²=c² right?'), but just enough for him to skup staying in the house his dad bought in town.

Because, he claims, that Pete (the house’s caretaker, who also doubles as his impromptu nannybutler) might overreact and tell that elder LaRousse that his son got drunk again. Despite their agreement. Which would mean that Zac’s monthly allowance would get cut once more. And that he’d be grounded, literally (his private jet privileges suspended).

And no way is he spending his winter break in prisonHammel.

In any case, the heir already sent Pete a text to tell him that he’d be spending the night in a friend’s house since they ‘have to finish the draft for the articles and the overall layout of the yearbook’ before heading down to Hammel. (He could’ve taken his car, but Hammel has no overnight parking; he’d go back for it tomorrow and park it by Pete’s when he’s all cleaned up). Surprisingly enough, his grasp of his power didn’t falter, the boy easily tapping into the various animal abilities up his sleeve to get to the Institute in the quickest and stealthiest way possible. (If only he can tap into birds, or at least the flight that bats have, it would’ve been a whole lot easier, he says).

Scaling the walls wasn’t easy with his shoes on but without, it was more manageable. Once in, he quickly hid through the bushes, preferring to take the longer but shadier path through the pond than the shorter but heavily guarded training grounds.

He was just about to enter through that almost always open backdoor when what he thinks is a familiar glow. “Glowworm?” he muttered, looking left and right before approaching the glowing teen and instinctively throwing his arms around himher, “Why’re you out this time of night? Something bothering you?”

[Sage Ersilia]

It was a quiet night by the pond, and Sage was enjoying the bit of silence. Such a thing was hard to come by with his new roommates. They were usually nice and quiet, but sometimes Howell was in a chipper mood and would be the catalyst that got people riled up or Fifi would scream horrible obscenities at a poor wandering insect. He really admired them both really, but sometimes Sage wanted his quiet, and this was his place to find that sense of peace.

The air had certainly gotten colder since the winter came in so abruptly, and Sage had to use his light more and more lately to keep himself comfortably warm. It was exhausting, but it was worth the time spent by the beautiful crystal-clear water. Also, it happened to be clear skies, and it was one of his favorite things to sit out and stare at the stars, so long as he had a little light. True darkness frightened him, and because of clear nights with the light of stars and the moon to guide him, he could wander out into the night without worry.

Sage eagerly moved to the outside once the sun set, properly dressed for the cold, and the light he carried within him was glowing brightly. Usually, his light would attract the surrounding animals, such as the fish in the pond or maybe even a stray squirrel, but in this case, it seemed to attract something else. He was suddenly embraced from behind, and his face flushed bright red in surprise and embarrassment. He did not recognize the voice speaking to him, and he was quick to spurt out a few words.

“Ah! I-I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else!”

The boy squirmed in the hold, trying to turn around to face the stranger that had approached him in such a…friendly manner.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Even in little to no light, it’s really not that difficult to tell Sage and Stella apart. First off, one’s a guy and one’s a girl – a simple grope on the chest, or even an ‘accidental’ brush would give the answer almost immediately. If not, well Stella’s a little shorter than Sage, if not a lot. She also has a frailer frame, and a different voice at that.

And yet the mimic still insists that he’s currently holding on to his beloved Glowworm. Who’s he fooling about not being drunk now?

“Mistaken? Why, how could I possibly be mistaken about you?” laughed the boy, his embrace becoming a bit tighter as the boy struggled slightly. One more thing he wouldn’t do if he was sober was to hug Stella; as close as he was to the girl, Zac still knows how uncomfortable she gets about her personal space, though considering the inordinate amount of time the heir spends with her, people say she’s slowly making progress.

His laughter continued for a while, and in his drunkenness is slowly leaning onto the smaller boy for support. Enjoying the warmth of the embrace he forced on his victim the younger boy, he even nuzzled on the boy’s neck, happily rubbing his nose at the crook of his neck.

“So Glowworm, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he said after a few minutes of giggling and chuckling, putting his chin on the poor boy’s shoulder, “Has Alice been bugging you? She’s one shady character and you should be careful. I mean, she preys on innocent and naïve girls like you. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He lovingly caressed Sage’s chin and cheek with his hand, grinning like a loony as he did. “She’s a lesbo, that woman. And not a hot one at that.”

Zac says he never tried getting her into his bed. Like Mia, she’s among those he swore never to seduce. (Because he clearly has a chance with either of them. /sarcasm). Rumour has it they have teeth in their vaginas. (And Zac would rather not find out if it was true or not).

ooc:
Sorry this took so long (and if it is rather crappy). Last week was my finals week so I didn't have enough free time. And after that my muse was drained so it took me a while to recover. I promise to do better next time. So so sorry.
- Jam

[Sage Ersilia]

The stranger currently holding Sage in his arms asked how he possibly could have mistaken him for someone else. The first answer would have had to be the fact that they had never met before. Secondly, he referred to him as a girl, and that was most certainly incorrect. Sage regretted to admit that sometimes he was called a bit girly, but he was definitely not an actual girl. Unfortunately, it seemed logic was not on his side, since it was rather obvious that the boy was most likely intoxicated.

“Um…Alice? Who’s that? Sir…I’m really sorry for confusing you, but I’m not the person you are looking for. I am a boy, and my name is Sage…”

His face became even redder as he was kept in a tight embrace, unable to squirm out of the hold, and the stranger’s face was buried affectionately into his neck. Zac’s hand moved to caress his face, and Sage’s eyes shut tightly in frustration, his lips whispering pleas for the boy to stop.

“Please stop…I don’t know you…”

He hoped that Zac would come to his senses soon enough before things got out of hand. However, if he wasn't convinced by this, he would have to resort to more desperate measures.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Fortunately for Sage, his squirming and struggling finally got through the mimic somehow. Muttering a short apology, Zac quickly untangled himself and released the blonde from his clutches, looking at least a bit shaken as he stood a few steps away from Sage.

However, this doesn’t mean the heir’s realized his mistake just yet. From the look on his face, he’s still pretty much in the Stella phase, probably trying to think of another way to tackle the hurdle he’s facing.

“I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t mean to,” he said slowly, taking in deep breaths with his hands on his back, fingers fiddling nervously, and his eyes fixed on his feet. “It’s just that, I like you Stella. And not just in the way you think I like you but in that whole convoluted, weird and extremely unnatural way. I think.”

Oh yes Sage, the boy’s making a confession. And he knows how awkward he’s sounding. He blames the alcohol he says, but not for getting him to mistake the young boy, but for making him feel awkward, nervous and uncomfortable. He says that whoever said that alcohol would make things easier was a fraud. He’s thinking now that if he hadn’t been drinking, he could’ve been more suave in his confession.

“Please don’t go. I mean, I just, uh.” Running out of words to say, the boy walked over to Sage and captured the poor boy’s lips, his arms wrapping around the blonde’s waist to pull him closer.

Inhibitions. Apparently the mimic doesn’t have it right now. Maybe it’s for the better that it’s actually not Stella he’s talking with. Sorry Sage.

[Sage Ersilia]

Sage was incredibly relieved when Zac finally pulled away, and he crossed his fingers that the boy had finally come to his senses. He apologized, and Sage turned to face him for the first time, eyes widening in recognition. He had seen him around school before, but he had never spoken to him. This particular boy had been rumored to be a bit of a player, and it was rather obvious that he was drunk now that he could see his intoxicated gaze.

Zac called him Stella, which he found to be rather peculiar. Was he talking about his sister Stella, or someone else? He did not know any other Stella’s, but wasn’t it logical for him to be mistaken for his sister? After all, they were often thought of as twins when they were younger because of their similar appearances.

“Stella…? Do you mean Stella Ersilia?”

He had no idea how his sister could have possibly known Zac, since she didn’t go to school at Hammel. Sage blushed at the confession the Asian boy gave to someone who was not him, and he began to understand why he was so affectionate. He liked whoever this girl was that he thought was him. However, he was going to have to make the boy realize who he really was before things got out of ha-

Zac’s lips crashed against his, and the blond gasped in surprise. He was motionless for a moment as his mind tried to gather his thoughts together, and he finally pressed his hands gently onto Zac’s chest, pushing him back as far as he could with the arms trying to keep him in place.

“Stop! I’m not Stella! I’m Sage!”

His face was bright red in embarrassment. He didn’t want to break the boy’s heart, but he needed to realize that he was not the girl he liked! Sage imagined Zac would be in more pain if he knew he confessed to the wrong person.

[Zachary LaRousse]

And finally what Sage has been saying since the beginning finally got through to the mimic. First he thought Stella was just too darn uncomfortable with his kiss (it was rather wet and sloppy, but he was drunk and uncoordinated he says), but then the push/shove was rather un-Stella like. Not that he’s been in a situation where Stella pushed him away with such force (that will come a few years into the future), but currently, she just seems too darn sweet to fight and resist even the most dangerous of situations. Frail and fragile, a main reason why Zac feels so darn protective over the albino girl.

Oh, and I guess it also helped that Sage finally shouted his true name. Somehow the boy put two and two together finally.

“Oh,” muttered the boy, hand over his lips as he took a step back, “I-I’m sorry.” Normally he wouldn’t feel any sort of shame or remorse, since his ego’s thick enough to tell him that, well, people actually liked being kissed by those lips sent from heaven, forced or not. The alcohol in his system, along with the destruction of the inhibitions he has for apparently the shy girl he likes, makes quite the combination, conjuringsummoning the shame that has been hiding for the past few years.

“Hopefully I didn’t cause you any discomfort,” said the boy slowly, blush hidden only by the relative darkness around them, “I was drunk. Not good. Please don’t tell anyone?”

The roaring lion acting like a meek deer. Quite the change if you ask me. And probably one of those select situations he’d rather forget and act like it didn’t really happen.

[Sage Ersilia]

Sage could not have been more relieved when Zac finally ceased his kiss. He had finally done enough necessary to help the Asian boy realize he was the wrong person, but unfortunately, it had come slightly too late. At least there was no real damage done; simply a lot of embarrassment. Zac apologized, which Sage believed to be sincere, and he explained the already obvious reasons for his actions. The blond didn’t really need an explanation, but Zac seemed desperate to keep this little incident a secret, and Sage was more than willing to abide to his wishes.

“Of course. I won’t tell anyone. I promise”

The boy smiled at him to reassure him that the secret was safe before he touched his lips again, still blushing in embarrassment. It wasn’t like he got kissed everyday or anything, so the touch felt a bit foreign to him. Zac’s kisses were especially different, since he wasn’t exactly modest. Sage figured it was best not to ask, but his curiosity got the better of him.

“So…who is Stella? Is she someone you like?”

The boy kept his glow to a minimum as he tilted his head in interest.

[Zachary LaRousse]

There’s no doubt that the arrogant heir’s apology is indeed sincere; with an ego as large as his, it’s only when he’s drunk will one get a proper apology from him really. Unfortunately for Sage though, such a repentant state could only last for so long.

You see, Zac’s powers tend to go haywire when he’s drunk. Alcohol not only lowers his mental walls in terms of his ego and personality, but it also weakens the shields and control mechanisms he’s been taught to keep the animals ‘in him’ in check. While he has excellent control of his powers when he’s conscious (coming from a long line of metas does have some perks; one of them being more effective meditation techniques which allows the use of his powers to the fullest without much strain to his mind), all of these preventive techniques are reduced to almost nothing when he’s intoxicated. With his will impaired, those animalistic instincts can and will easily take over him.

Long story short, things are not looking oh-so-well for our adorable blonde.

“You’re blushing. Why?” Would’ve been a fairly innocent question, had a smirk not been on the pompous teen’s face. He slowly slid closer to Sage again, completely disregarding all sense of personal boundaries. “You liked the kiss didn’t you? Don’t try to deny it, I can smell you.” Pheromones and/or hormones, he claims. Apparently his mammalian senses are heightened to that point when he’s drunk. And even if Sage didn’t really release anything during that not-so-brief kiss, Zac wouldn’t listen. Drunk mind is already made up after all. “I like Stella, true, but I also like what I’m seeing right now,” he added, his mouth just inches from the blonde boy’s ear, moving forward so as to pin the him somewhere, “You know glowing turns me on. I promise to be gentle.”

Sudden mood shift, check. Periodic guttural growling, check. Uncontrolled carnal desires, check. The alcohol’s completely weakened his mind and those ‘instincts’ have finally taken over. If anything, Zac won’t bite. Much.

[Sage Ersilia]

Unfortunately for Sage, Zac’s apology was short-lived, and he started with a new and less agreeable objective. The Asian boy seemed to jump to the conclusion that the blond had blushed because he enjoyed the kiss that had been given to him. He even claimed to be able to smell him. The blond could not even grace him with a proper answer. Sage was incredibly nervous, wondering just how drunk he was and what he might be capable of. However, the Asian’s words came out quite blatantly and made his new plans very clear.

Sage gasped and inched backwards to try and escape, his hands moving up to rest on Zac’s chest to create distance between them. He was not shy in any manner, openly expressing the desires that glowing made him feel, and Sage immediately put out his light, face flushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry if I invoked those feelings…I’ll turn if off then…”

The darkness around him was a bit overwhelming at first, since he was alight most of the time, and if not for the bright moon in the sky, he would have not been able to see a thing. He hoped that it would work with Zac like a light switch, but he had little hopes for success at this point. Sage could have forgiven this if he had been simply mistaken, but now the boy knew he was not Stella. He was unsure of how to handle it, especially when he could barely even see Zac's face now...

[Zachary LaRousse]

While it was, no doubt, one of the most logical things Sage could’ve done, turning his light off (at this point in time) is also rather futile, unfortunate as it might sound. After all, the mimic’s lustcarnal desires have already been amplified to the point that there’s just no reasoning with him. While he won’t necessarily ‘force’ himself on his unwilling victim, he’ll make sure that he’s left with little to no say on the matter; he’ll (try to) twist everything to get what he wants, showing his target that rejection is completely pointless, to the point that most – if not all – would actually utter a rather explicit ‘yes’ and give the boy permission.

It also doesn’t help that a surprisingly large number of mammals are nocturnal (read: the mimic claims he’ll have no trouble following the blonde in the dark).

With a smirk on his face, he took one more step forward, effectively trapping the boy between him and a tree. His breathing became a bit slower and more pronounced, Sage’s hands rising and falling in the darkness rather drastically at that. “Don’t be scared, Sage.” The boy’s name was said with what would’ve been Zac’s brand of a sultry voice, which was followed by a quick nibble on the boy’s earlobe as his hands placed themselves on either side of the boy’s waist. “I’d ask you if this’ll be your first time but something tells me you’ve already done this before. Tell me it’s not fun,” mumbled the mimic as he traced Sage’s jawline with his nose. “But it’s rather cold outside. Want to move in? I’m pretty sure there’s no one in the weights room right now.” It’s the closest building from where they are, Zac thinks, and there aren’t too many guards roaming around that area to see them. It’s usually not locked too, but if it is, it’s nothing an augmented punch can’t handle.

[Sage Ersilia]

Things made a turn for the worse far more quickly than he imagined. Time seemed to zoom by as Sage suddenly found himself backed up against a tree, trapped by Zac’s body. He blinked several times, trying desperately to adjust his sight enough to see in the dark, but due to the side effects of his ability, it was not uncommon to have poor night vision without his light to provide it for him. The way his name was spoken caused the boy to shiver, or maybe that was the nibble to his ear. He wasn’t really sure, but all he knew was that he wanted it to stop before it got out of hand.

Zac spoke about sex so casually, it was as if he thought it was inevitable to happen between them. Sage frowned deeply at the comments that he didn’t think it was his first time, and he kept silent, not wishing to share such private information with him. It was true that he was not a virgin anymore, but he could not say his first time was memorable. In fact, he could hardly remember anything about it. Sage had been left in confusion the next morning, and when something like that was done with the wrong person, the good feelings meant nothing. The blond was actually rather offended that he thought he would stoop to such levels after confessing his love to someone else. Did he really think he was going to just nod his head and follow him to the weight room like a lost puppy? He hated to sound so feminine, but he was not a piece of meat.

As if to try and wake the Asian up from his stupor, the boy’s hand slapped across Zac’s face, although gently as to not leave a mark. Not being able to see made things a bit difficult, and the act was almost inaccurate.

“Stop it! Do you even know what you’re saying? If you like this girl, then you shouldn’t be doing this!”

His hands clenched the fabric of Zac’s shirt, trying to get his attention as he looked up through the darkness at his face.

“Because…doing something like that without thinking…it’s only going to hurt you”

The boy spoke from the heart, his light threatening to come out but staying contained for the time being.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Despite the darkness and Sage claiming it was rather hard to aim properly, the slap hit its mark perfectly. Gentle as it was, it still stung and made the Asian boy growl in both shock and hurt.

This was something new.

While not everyone complied and a few got physical, rarely did they claim to do it for him. It was all them being scared, them not being ready and them supposedly not really want it. Which is why he’s always found a way to twist their words, distort their logic and ultimately topple their will over. But Sage just keeps on getting him back onto the spotlight. His supposed vulnerability and feelings for the shy blind girl he mistook him for. And that he’d just be hurt if this continues.

He never liked to be psychoanalyzed. It always happens when some twat he pushes around decides that it’s high time he stands up for himself and mouths off to Zac. About him being spoiled because his family is broken, his dad doesn’t love him and all that cliché bullshit they get from the movies. Sure his mother died and his dad went through a depressed period, but they got over it. Other than that, he had a fairly good childhood. He hated being psychoanalyzed because they were almost always wrong.

But now for some reason, what the boy’s saying is new and it’s slowly making sense. And how his ego hates it.

“I never pegged you to be kinky type Sage,” he growled, looking straight into Sage’s eyes as he pinned him to the tree. His ‘seductive’ tone was replaced by a neutral, almost furious one though. “And who are you to tell me why I shouldn’t be doing this? How do you know that it would hurt me? How?” He’s fucked a good number of people while liking someone else and he never really felt bad about it. Probably not the way Sage was saying it anyway.

Then again, he’s never really liked anyone like he likes Stella. But Zac insists that that’s beside the point.

“Tell me this whole ‘I don’t want to’ act is just some kind of twisted foreplay you like. Because I’d have to say, it’s slowly getting into me,” muttered the boy after a few seconds of silence, lightly rubbing his hips against Sage as he leaned in to capture the blonde’s lips in another kiss.

Oh Zac.

[Sage Ersilia]

Sage instantly regretted slapping the Asian boy when he saw the spark of fury building in his eyes. He had angered him more than helped, and the blond was accused of not knowing what he was talking about. Zac was in no mood to listen and had him pinned to the tree, the seductive demeanor turning more primal. He growled like an animal, and a shiver ran up the boy’s spine in terror. What on earth had he just done?

When asked how it would hurt him, he wasn’t quite sure what to say. He thought it had been rather obvious, but if Zac cared that little, then this was going to be rather troublesome.

“I’m sorry...I'm not trying to act like I know you better than yourself…just…I…”

He truly believed that the Asian would suffer consequences later if he pursued this sort of behavior, but he also was desperate for him to stop. Sage did not want this, and Zac so freely rubbed himself against him and pressed his lips to his again, muffling a small whimper. The boy blushed again and wanted to push him away and protest, but he was pinned to the tree, and the blond boy soon began to panic.

In an attempt to get him to back off long enough for him to get in a word, he turned his light back on, but with such intensity that it began to singe his clothes and was hot to the touch. Surely Zac would have felt this and hopefully fast, since Sage was beginning to feel dizzy.

[Zachary LaRousse]

And things just keep getting better and better, aren’t they?

Sage’s slap told him that the blonde boy won’t go down with him easy. Oddly enough though, Zac actually liked it, the act prompting him to go a bit bolder with his actions. Which explains why he suddenly rubbed his hips with the innocent light manipulator, Sage’s whimper and protest only making the smirk on the mimic’s face go wider and earning a sultry growl. He just knows he’ll enjoy this unplanned little meeting so much.

His hands were just about to begin weaving their way inside the boy’s shirt (their tips are already lined up along the hem of Sage’s shirt) and his nose was repeatedly going up and down Sage’s jaw, apparently preparing to pepper that portion of the blonde’s neck with kisses, when that ‘flashbang’ happened.

To say that Zac was caught off-guard would be a huge understatement.

If there’s anything Sage should know about going night-vision, it’s that Zac’s eyes actually alter themselves a bit to let more light in than a normal human eye would, letting the mimic see more. True, most nocturnal animals rely more on their sense of smell than their sight, but since Zac is human despite his power, he chooses sight more than anything frequently. Which means that what Sage did was translated to a more debilitating – even deadly – move for the mimic.

A growl of pain was heard almost immediately as Zac peeled himself away from Sage, falling down a few feet from him and curling into a ball. Sure his hands got a bit singed (or burnt), but his eyes are hurt more. He hasn’t felt pain like this since he was born. His eyeballs felt like they were burning and Zac didn’t really know what to do. “What the fuck was that?” he yelled in anger, eyes closed as he let out a few more growls in pain.

Sad part is, the mimic still doesn’t think all this is his fault.