Spring Cleaning(Madison)

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(Trigger: Mature Content)

It was....a very boring Sunday afternoon. A rather boring one. An atrociously painfully boring afternoon, sitting very much alone in his dorm room.

He needed something to do(or someone to bother), or else he was going to go crazy.

But all of his roommates were gone, or at least seemed to be(it was really quiet), all of them presumably off doing their own thing.

Sigh.....

Oriel bounced up from a well-made bed that looked like it'd hardly ever been slept on and stepped out of a bedroom that hardly looked like it'd been lived in. He looked down one end of the hallway. Thataway was to the commons of their dorm and would probably end with a visit to Kodah for unruly shenanigans. Looking the other way, he saw the door at the end of the hallway to his roommate, Madison, an interesting, but extremely reclusive individual. He was, so far, one of the few people Oriel could stand to be around for a long time without getting bored.

With another sigh, Oriel turned towards his roommate's sanctuary. He knocked first(because that was the polite thing to do) with a not-so-polite greeting. "Yo, pedo-luster! You in?" Not that he expected Madison to actually respond to that, but who knew? He might.

As he thought, though, there was to answer, which meant either Mads was ignoring Oriel's heckles, or he was actually out at the moment. With a snort, Oriel tried the knob not expecting it to be.... unlocked? Really!? With a quick look over his shoulder, Oriel creaked the door open slowly and stepped into...

The monster's nest.

Good god, the smell! And was that something growing in the corner over there? And where the hell was the floor?

For the third time in the past five minutes, Oriel sighed. Didn't this guy know how to take care of the things he had? How could he let it get this bad, taking for granted the nice room and things this institution offered?

This was going to take some work.....

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Oriel wiped his brow of sweat onto the sleeve of his red-plaid shirt. He looked around the room. Well, it wasn't perfect, and wasn't even done yet, but at least you could see the floor. Already he had taken out two bags full of what could only be trash(clothes and socks so full of holes they couldn't possibly be used, even by hobos, in addition to a moldy sandwich and a plate of fossilized mashed potatoes he'd found under the bed), and still there were two more bags sitting in the kitchen of their dorm and one more on it way there.

He wondered briefly if he could get this done before Madison came back from wherever he'd run off to.

[Madison Bane]

Madison had been out at the lake, not that it was anyone’s business. He had gotten up early because he couldn’t stand being in his room any longer. There were too many things that he couldn’t throw away cluttering his room and suffocating him. It was a lose-lose situation, but one he couldn’t escape. Sometimes he found shelter in the common area, but Oriel seemed to be hanging around there more and more lately, starved for attention like some little puppy dog. How was Madison supposed to keep his man to hand relationship strong when Oriel insisted on watching? Little creep.

Something new was starting to happen in his writing. The stories tended to circle around a Spanish Prince with long hair and large, sparkling eyes. He was a total asshole though, and nobody liked him. Nobody wanted to be his friend, and everyone pretty much wanted to humiliate him as much as possible. Madison laughed to himself as words flourished the page, but just because he was writing, didn’t mean it was a good story.

Giving up in frustration, Madison closed his writing notebook and went to the comic he was working on instead. A little chibi version of the Spanish Prince adorned the cubes and boxes, and Madison was probably having more fun than was really necessarily while putting the little character through all kinds of horrors, including showing up in class naked. Now there was a thought... Of course the chibi was already small, so, his body parts were small too. How embarrassing.

Once he deemed his work done, he headed back to the school. Lately, he hadn’t been wearing his fake glasses; someone had said he looked better without them. Unlocking his dorm room, Madison ducked his head, making a beeline for his room, but stopped in his tracks in the middle of the hall. Someone was in his room. And what had been in the kitchen?

Backtracking, Madison opened the bags and just stared. Was that his old shoebox in a trash bag? He reached in and plucked out an old newspaper clipping that looked like it had been eaten away by termites. But that was the article he was saving for his next big story! All of this was enough to upset Mr. Bane, but the next bag had to have his collection of insects. Madison set everything down before marching off to his room in a huff.

Bursting into his room, Madison couldn’t believe who was in it. Oriel was going to get a piece of his mind. “Are you happy now that you’ve completed your good deed of the day?” Madison asked, seething. “What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t ask you to be my maid! Those are my things out there, and they’re not garbage!”

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Oriel hadn't given it a second thought as to whether or not Madison would be upset or anything of the like from Oriel's mad-cleaning intrusion. Now, Oriel wasn't a person who liked cleaning, in fact, he hated it, but that was one reason, among several others, why Oriel kept his room tidy.

Actually it was kind of creepy the way Oriel always left places and areas as if he'd never even been there.

Venturing into Madison's room and giving it a face-lift wasn't meant to be a random act of kindness or do any favors or anything. He was just 1) bored out of his mind, and 2) unable to believe that anyone could be so ungrateful as to let themselves bask around in their own filth, especially when the didn't have to! Coming from foster homes that didn't care, from streets and alleys where sometimes the best you got was a thrown out newspaper for a blanket, having to squat in a run-down building, curled tight in a corner so you don't accidentally roll over the nails and needles that decorated the floor; Oriel did what he had to, took what he could get, so he could fathom why anyone would choose to live that way.

"Get bent, Czarina-Horder," he shot back to Madison who had just walked in all hot and bothered. Meanwhile, Oriel continued to scrub the wall above Madison's bed clear of what he desperately hoped weren't semen stains. "If it bugs you so much, why don't you go through those bags and organize them into "keep", "trash", and "maybe" piles. Then I won't have to decide for you."

[Madison Bane]

Madison hadn't really experienced Oriel's room, nor did he want to. In fact, he didn't even stop to notice how Oriel always cleaned up after himself, and was generally a tidy roommate. It was Madison who left his shit everywhere, not literally, but his things were scattered about the common room like he owned the entire place. When is stuff was thrown out, he usually didn't notice, but today wasn't going to end that way.

Madison wasn't in the goddamn mood for this. He climbed onto his bed with only one intention in mind: getting Oriel out. Grabbing his roommate's wrists, Madison was all adrenaline as he attempted to tip the other boy off the bed. "You have no right to go through my things you piece of shit. Now get out, before I have to decide for you which one of your wrists I'm going to break first."

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Oriel was usually the person who cleaned and tidied up the common room, regardless of whose shit was left strewn about the tables and floors. He didn't actually mind doing it, but sometimes it did get annoying when it was the same person making the mess over and over. And that person was usually Madison.

Madison tried to wrap his skinny hand around Oriel's wrists and pull him away with skinny arms that probably hadn't seen a day of hard labor in their life. In the meantime, while Oriel wasn't a hulking mass of muscle, be was at least in better shape than Madison and was for once facing an opponent that he had a physical advantage over.

But tenacity had it perks and Madison did manage to grapple Oriel's hands away from the wall. "Oh, just give it up and let me finish! Look! How long's it been since you've seen your floor? You should be thanking me!" Of course, he was sure that wasn't going to get Madison to calm down despite it being true. Oriel wrestled with Madison, forcing his hand still holding the damp rag towards the wall stain he was working and trying to keep down an emerging smirk.

[Madison Bane]

Everyone had their limits, and both boys had reached there. Apparently Oriel was keen on cleaning the mess from the source, which was obviously Madison himself.

Clearly Madison hadn't thought this through. The only thing that had been running through his mind was intruder alert. There was someone he didn't want in his room, clearly in his room. And what was more, was that Oriel was going through his things, his private things that Madison probably didn't want other people looking at. His stories, his drawings... What if Oriel had found something that vaguely resembled him and got the wrong idea? It was enough to make Madison's blood boil and he desperately wanted his privacy back.

"What's it matter to you bitch tits? Honestly, first you're keeping my pictures, now you're cleaning my room. Why are you even here at all? Obviously you came looking for me. What do you want?" This would be the last time Oriel had the fucking privilege of Madison speaking to him.

Letting go of the younger boy, Madison stumbled back until he reached the edge of the bed. That's when he jumped off and started to pick things up. But he wasn't helping Oriel, oh no, he was just finding things to use as projectiles. "Get, out!" He yelled, the first of many balled up socks rocketing towards Oriel's face. "Or should I throw my skeet blanket at you too?!"

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While, yes, Oriel did find stacks and stacks of paper filled with moving pictures and prose, there's no way he would've been able to make sense of any of it. Unless it was a concrete drawing like the one that Madison had sketched of him, it all just looked like a bunch of nonsensical scribbles and scrawlings to Oriel. Critiquing and appraising art wasn't his strong suit, even less was reading things, especially if it was handwritten. Considering he couldn't make heads or tails of any of the papers he found, Oriel thought to at least be considerate enough to stack them so Madison could go through them himself. As for the bags in the kitchen, if Madison wanted to keep anything in them, then he should just stop whining like an over-privileged baby and go through them like Oriel suggested.

Still, seeing Madison get all ruddy and flustered....was kind of adorable.

And the more desperate he got, the more Oriel wanted to poke at him.

"First off, you gave me that picture, it's mine to do with what I want, jackass. Secondly!" Secondly, what? Why had he come here? It certainly wasn't with the intention of cleaning Madison's room. Maybe he just wanted someone to bother? Maybe he just wanted to bother Madison specifically? He gave the other boy a wicked grin and wafted the air away from his nose with a wave of his hand, "I couldn't take the stench anymore. Smelled like a rotting corpse, you know, like with maggots feasting of festering bloated flesh while it sits in a pile of its own shit." Nope, Oriel was not winning points back with that one.

A stinky sock was launched at Oriel's head and he could only laugh that playful, wicked laugh of his. Oriel knew he had the advantage, and if old socks and a cum-stained blanket were the best Madison could do, then Oriel sure wasn't going anywhere. "Great shot!" he mocked, "I think you're ready for the big leagues now!" Of course, Oriel himself was degenerating into bully-teasing-mode and followed up like a two-year-old, sticking his tongue out and waving his hands up at his ears as if to say, "neener-neener-neener."

"You throw your little blankie, guess what's going in the wash next?"

[Madison Bane]

Madison practically growled, and then began speaking while Oriel spoke. “I didn’t say you couldn’t keep the picture numb nuts! God...” But when his roommate hesitated over why he was here to begin with, Oriel had nothing to say. He crossed his spindly arms in front of him, not believing the lie for even a second. “So? It’s not yours to clean! Or does that not make any sense in your small mind?”

If Oriel had taken even half a second longer to glance at some of the drawings and sketches Madison had been working on lately, he might’ve noted a stark resemblance within the work.

“Fine!” Madison said, throwing his hands up in the air as he darted for his door. “I’m going to take a shit in your bed,” he said in a sing song voice. “Yup, that’s right,” he said, already in the hallway. This would be the last time he ever left his room unlocked. He hoped the stench would be enough to keep everyone out, but not Oriel. “I’m gonna shit all over it, and smear it into the mattress!” He was muttering to himself as he encroached on Oriel’s immaculate room. “Give him something to fucking clean...”

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"Yeah, whatever! It ain't your's either!" He yelled back, their voices overlapping each other. "None of this shit belongs to any of us, can't you even learn to take care of the shit you have, you fucking pretentious bastard!" Oriel knew he probably should've stayed out, but some things just irked him too much. And Oriel was sure that Madison wasn't going to miss narrowly missing stepping on something slimy and gross every time he got out of bed. He was just being a whiney bitch.

Oriel's smirk faded when Madison threatened to go shit on his bed. Really, was that the worst he could do? He was acting like a five-year-old(though Oriel wasn't acting that much better).

The room that Madison had entered was not just clean. It was dull. It was lightless. It was empty, devoid of any personality. The desk still looked as new as when it was first brought, lacking the expected scratches of doing homework on it night after night. The bed itself sat there, cold and alone, like it'd never been slept in even once for a full night. Not even a half night. It didn't even have an impression on it from the many hours that it's owner was expected to have laid or sat upon it. The walls were empty and white, save for a calendar pinned to the wall over the desk and the picture he'd gotten from Madison hanging over the bed's headboard. Even the carpet looked unworn, for the most part, seeming to only have the trail of pacing back and forth from the dresser to the desk to the window.

Really, Oriel had never let anyone into his own room either. But the thought of someone going inside extinguished any energy that he'd had been building up to tease and pester Madison. He folded his arms and followed Madison slowly out of the room and stood leaning in the doorway of his own room as Madison went inside. "Fine. Do what you want." His dark eyes bore a hole through the stoic atmosphere of his own bedroom. "I don't use it anyway."

[Madison Bane]

“Yes it does you pompous brat! Maybe I don’t own the walls, but the stuff in here is mine, so fuck you and your assumptions.” He spat. Goddamn, Oriel was beyond unbelievable. He was obnoxious, stupid, annoying, hilarious, good looking... But that didn’t excuse the other attributes! “Is this what you do on Sundays? Go around playing patrolman because you think you’re above everyone?” Fuck him.

Madison was in too much of a flurry to notice at first all the things that weren’t in Oriel’s room. In fact, it didn’t seem like his room at all. His dark eyes landed on the picture of Oriel he had drawn, and Madison couldn’t help but feel like Oriel was pathetic. Pathetic for having nothing better to do but harass. Pathetic in that out of everything he could’ve had in his room, he had pinned up a picture from his dick roommate. Madison would’ve felt sorry for him if he wasn’t so fucking mad at him instead.

Turning on his heel, Madison began walking towards Oriel, but changed his mind, going to his closet instead. “Hmm, I wonder what’s in here,” he said loudly, flinging the doors wide open. No mountain of things fell out, but Oriel had to keep his clothes somewhere. Had to have shoes at the bottom of the closet, had to have... something precious hidden behind the neatly piled jeans.

Madison started to take Oriel’s things and throw them haphazardly around the room. He didn’t say when he was shitting on the bed, oh no, that would just be the grand finale. Until then, Madison contented himself with making a mess out of what Oriel did have.

And if that didn’t bother him, hopefully when Madison drew out a permanent marker from his pocket and made for the wall, someone would stop him.

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"So what were you planning on doing with those shrimp tails so dubiously placed on the tops of all those soda cans in the corner?" Yep, change the focus of the conversation away from himself. That was the mature thing to do when you knew you were in the wrong. "Or how about that cemented can of frosting that was full of dead ants? I'm sure you had quite the agenda for that one!" Though seriously, on Sundays, Oriel tended to simply watch TV in the common room, or even in the first floor commons. Sometimes he'd go to the library and watch youtube videos. Most of the time, though, he merely sat in the corner of his room and watched people from the window.

He wasn't sure if Madison was going to make good on his threat to shit on his bed. While Oriel said he didn't care, he actually did, though probably not in the way that Madison was going for. The thought mildly amusing in a twisted way. And Oriel had calmed himself enough to simply stand and watching Madison in the doorway as he explored the lifeless room, invading his drawers and closets and tossing his clothes hither and thither. The only thing that Oriel might've been worried about Madison finding was his journal. Well, he hated calling it a journal, he preferred to call it his Scroll of Sinister Scrawlings. It didn't even have much in it other than horrible handwriting, various plots on how he was going to destroy the world, a lists of people of various categories, and a few child-like drawings.

Oriel wondered if it would be a bad thing if Madison found that.

He stepped in further into his now messy room and silently locked the door behind him with yet another emerging smirk. He looked back at the room. It looked pretty good messy.

Then Madison extracted the marker from his pocket and headed for the wall. "The hell do you think you are, a street tagger? Or just a 4-year-old?" Oriel's voice trembled, threatening to explode into a barrage of genuinely pleased giggles.

Madison could just go ahead and be mad at him. For as long as he wanted.

[Madison Bane]

“I was keeping those cans for a project, asshole. Not that it’s any of your business.” Oriel continued to list the things in Madison’s room and steam was practically rolling out of his ears. “Wow, you have a spectacular memory! Bravo! What did you expect me to do when I got back? Jump for joy?”

Oriel didn’t seem too perturbed over his things being tossed around, which only served to piss Madison off further. “I thought you were cleaning my room like a good little housewife,” Madison said, feeling the life pour through him from the tips of his fingers, into the pen.

If Oriel were to simply stand back and watch, Madison was about to use the very white, clean, blank wall as a canvas for the largest scrotum drawing he had ever made. Complete with sacs and pubes, Madison was just about finished with it and stepped back from the wall, adding his own personal touch to it by making the drawing come to life. It lifted and sank as though it were on an ‘on’ ‘off’ cycle, and Madison felt a little better about his privacy being invaded.

“Now I’m going to shit on your bed,” Madison said, seeing as his bowels had finally had a movement. He didn’t care if Oriel watched or not as he whipped down his pants and squatted over the bed. This would teach the other kid a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

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Oriel wasn't sure what he expected from Madison when he got back(he hadn't thought that far ahead), but he wasn't completely dissatisfied with the response he was getting. Leave it to Oriel to enjoy getting a rise out of people. Madison was clever, artistic, and a complete emotionless asshole. It was a relief to see him getting so desperately upset, Oriel was starting to wonder if the guy was just an anti-social robot.

A sexy robot, he thought as Madison started pulling down his drawers. Bony, skinny, but not bad.

But this needed to stop.

Oriel had already trekked across the room towards the giant drawing of the scrotum on his wall. It'd actually be a shame to get rid of it, but this was the only thing Oriel could think of do do(outside of simply punching the shitter in the face). Oriel placed his hands on the giant, hairy picture of a cock on his wall, and effortlessly wrapped his arms around it once it had positioned itself into it's "on" formation, pulling the image from it's canvas.

Oriel was now holding a giant, hairy, rubbery dildo in his arms, which he then used to smack Madison off his bed like he was at t-ball practice. He looked down at the other boy, weapon in hand, and with a toothy grin, ready to swing again if his opponent decided to get smart.

[Madison Bane]

Everyone had a weakness, most people didn’t like having theirs exposed. Oriel had gone into Madison’s sanctuary and cleaned, and while most people would’ve been relieved, or felt even luck to have such a roommate, Madison was as quirky as they came. It was his stuff and no one had to see or touch it.

But Oriel didn’t care, so Madison didn’t care if he shat on Oriel’s bed. His revenge was almost completely, but before he do could do the doo doo, something hit him along his back, sending him sprawling onto the floor with his pants around his ankles. Madison turned around, on full display, glancing over at Oriel, who was holding a larger than life cock that was taller than he was.

Madison let out a laugh at the sight, digging in his fallen pants pocket for his phone. “Let’s hope you can find enough spice for that one before you put your dirty mouth all over it,” he said, snapping a picture and simultaneously trying to get his Superman boxers back on.

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At least the whack across the head distracted Madison enough for him to stop winking his red eye at the bed spread. Even better, Oriel got a good view of his dimply cheeks. The poor boy looked pathetic lying there with his pants caught at his ankles and trying to roll over just to give Oriel an even better look at the goods.

Not that he hadn't seen a man's birthday suit before, but Madison was a lot better than he initially thought. Now had it been anybody else, the person might be confused and worried that he was looking at his male roommate with such eyes, but no, this was Oriel. This boy was more surprised by the fact that it didn't bother him in the least, although even then, mildly so. No, Oriel was looking down at this person like he was a brand new toy at Christmas. He grinned.

"My mouth, you say? Oh, no. This one's for you." Oriel held up the giant floppy pink cock and shoved it at Madison, prodding him in the face with the head. "Now open wide, this is what you get for tagging my wall.....Eat it." Oriel donned wide psychotic eyes and a devilish smile that seemed to say 'bite down on something, I'm going in dry.' Not that he would do that. Oriel took care of his possessions.

Well, maybe.