Truth or Dare (Zac) [M]

[Luke Pyrrhos]

That night would have been much like any other if not for certain events. If Luke had not been at a party in town, if he'd not been stir crazy for the beautiful women there, burning up with desire and arrogance, becoming cockier and cockier by the minute, maybe things would have been different. And most especially, if Zac was not present, this entire event would not have happened. But Luke was at a part in downtown, he wasfiercely attracted to all the beautiful women, and Zac was also at the party. These three circumstances added up to nothing good for anyone.

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It was the evening on a Friday, and everyone was going out, well everyone that was important or social enough to have a place to go, that is. Which of course meant that Luke was coiffing his hair after working out just previously. He donned designer jeans, a tee shirt and sleek vest, throwing on a military jacket to keep him warm on his walk over. Tonight was going to be a good night.

This party happened to be off campus, thankfully, which meant that pretty much anything could happen. Luke was flying solo that night, making sure not to have any cling on girls with him, since he didn't want to be responsible for them and babysit them all night. Besides, he didn't think he could keep his eyes locked on only one babe that night anyways. From what he heard, there were going to be lots of people, mainly girls. That's exactly his kind of party.

He'd made his way over there at roughly 10:30 pm, fashionably late as usual. Music could be heard a few buildings down, making the place seem to bump to the rhythm. He likes what he heard, and when he walked up those few stairs and opened the door, he definitely liked what he saw. Hell, he was a guy alright, it was the mot important time of his life for this sort of thing; he couldn't let it pass him by.

He made his way around the few people near the door, and into the club of sorts, towards the bar. He wasn't legal yet, nor did he have a fake, but he didn't think he needed to get too drunk anyways. If an older girl bought him something, well he wouldn't admit that he'd refuse it, but as for trying to get some himself that was asking for it. Not to mention if some guy or gal from Hammel saw what he was doing and told, he'd be in deeper crap than he'd ever like to imagine. At that, he ordered San Pellegrino, and headed towards a back seat to view all the lovely ladies on the dance floor. With all of these choices how could he possibly choose just one? They were like flavors of ice cream for a fat child to choose from. And then--

There he was. Just holding his glass, he had could feel it heating up, lucky for him it was glass and not plastic, otherwise he would have melt it. All was going so great until that twerp decided to crash the scene. It was Zac, Luke's rival at Hammel. Not only was he annoying to Luke, but also he was a huge flirt, a rich kid who didn't mind announcing it every once in a while. It wouldn't really bother him if Luke wasn't so competitive about the girl factor. There were certainly quite a few girls that Luke had his eyes on at Hammel that Zac also felt the same way about. Neither one had managed to get their hands on the girls yet, but it infuriated Luke that Zac even tried. After all what could he do? Howl like a monkey about it? Luke could blast that monkey to smithereens.

But now as his beverage was bubbling in his hands, he broke the stare, let go of the glass and breathed out. There was no way Zac was going to ruin this gorgeous night for him. He needed to get up and find another part of the club to find girls from. He got up and walked away, praying for both of their sakes that Zac wouldn't notice him and mind his own business.

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[Zachary LaRousse]

True to the rich playboy heir stereotype Zac’s been having a swell time playing over the past few years, rarely does the news of a party within Pilot Ridge (or anywhere else he deems important, for that matter) escape his surprisingly large ears (figuratively, of course). Where he got such a liking for the supposed glitz and glam of such social gatherings still bother his father, particularly ‘cause he could see not a trace of such a trait in himself or his late wife. Antonio in his teens was a recluse, a bookworm so quiet he borders on antisocial, much like Zac’s best friend Tony. His late wife, God bless her soul, was indeed the social butterfly, but she was raised in a rather strict middle-class family, so such high-society gatherings were not part of her world until after she met Antonio. So really, all claims made by Zac of having a socialite blood are very much built on sand.

While he may not have ‘the socialite blood’ or so, he does have quite the network that allows him to know when and where such parties happen. He doesn’t even think that much about the consequences of partying late night; once he get hold of a party happening, he’d promptly secure a proper leave for from the residence manager and fly off to wherever it is. New York or Paris, it doesn’t matter, not when he has a private plane waiting for him at the airport. Unfortunately for him, due to recent turn of events (the nature of which he prefers not to discuss), he’s been grounded for the past two months or so, making him miss some of the greatest parties of the year (he’s been so bummed he can’t attend the one in L.A. and the other in Greece). Which is why when news of a party happening just within the quaint town reached his ears, he didn’t even think twice.

Zac arrived at the party at around 9:30 or 10, late enough to make quite the entrance but still early enough so as not to miss some noteworthy events (and whoever thought attending parties was easy peasy?). Donning a simple white V-neck put inside anther V-neck (grey this time), a sleek vest and designer jeans, topping it off with a cozy-looking scarf, he made his way through the crowd and sat beside one of the few (non-meta) people he knew and chatted the first few moments away.

As he was talking to his acquaintance/friend, he somehow remembered Anthony, whom he tried time and time again to invite to come with him. Says it would be great way for him to finally overcome his perpetual shyness and all that. He would’ve been felt quite regretful about Tony missing out all the fun had he not seen a couple of girls walk by him and wave. A smirk formed in his face as he left the table to follow the said ladies, thinking that should Anthony be here with him, he’d probably spend most of his time babysitting the rape-bait rather than actually partying.

He was happily flirting with the girls, playing a rather inappropriate version of suck-and-blow, using a strawberry dipped in cream instead of a card (how they do such a game is beyond me), when he felt, in his words, a tingle on his spine. Such shock caused him to turn around and accidentally drop the said fruit on the thighs of the brunette, with which he hastily apologized by licking and eating the offending fruit right there and then (so much for decency really). In between all their laughs and giggles, Zac looked around, and there he saw a rather familiar blonde. He can’t be too sure though, as the guy was already moving away, so he switched animals a couple of times just to be sure.

It took a while for him to be sure that it was his smell, but the slightly scorched scent, tinged with a bit of pride and ego, was just too much to of a similarity for it to be a simple coincidence. Going beyond all rational thinking, Zac ‘politely’ excused himself (read: suggestive stares and not-so-appropriate touching) and followed the scent of his target.

“Hey there Luke-y boy. I didn’t know you were invited to this lovely party here too,” he said with quite the playful smirk on his face, wrapping around the man’s waist and chest from the back like a lost kid, his chin settled rather nicely between Luke’s shoulder and neck. Of course Zac didn’t care that he was talking to quite the number of ladies himself, probably trying to make a move or something. Nope, Zac was going to get his fun at annoying the hell out of the hotheaded pyro before letting go. “Oh,”he added, trying to look surprised as he saw the faces in front of him, “I didn’t know you were into girls now Luke.”

This just doesn’t look well, does it?

[Luke Pyrrhos]

There was a particular blonde, thin, fit, not to mention a bit alternative-looking (you know its these kind of girls that Luke always seemed to go for) with gauges and a lip ring that managed to fit into a wonderful conversation with Luke. Despite the fact that he himself had no piercings, and only a few tattoos, although not visible to the naked eye from what he knew, he definitely had a thing for her. From what he had told her so far, she was a daredevil, motocross participant, and to add onto all of that, she was half Russian. Score! Luke definitely loved the foreign girls from basically anywhere, as long as they shaved and showered..and were, you know, fit. It was his small shallow tendency that set the rules of the game. But then she announced that she was also a devout Catholic, and everything seemed to fall apart at that. How could a beautiful girl like that be subjected, or rather voluntarily believe that all that crap was real? What with all of the saints that he could never remember the names of as a child, the pope guy that was like God's best mate, etc. As she droned on and on about it, he zoned her out, and excused himself mid-sentence to go to the restroom.

He came back out five minutes later, but headed in the opposite direction. Hopefully there would be someone else more interesting and less religious to talk to in the opposite corner. He walked on over, moving in between people that seemed to like to huddle together in masses and converse, but no biggie, he would move around them until he found something he liked. And there they were, a trio of girls, all scantily dressed, gorgeous hair and skin and outfits. They were gossiping amongst themselves, but he didn't find any reason why he couldn't interrupt and charm his way around things. After all, that's what he did best. He approached the three of them, winked and smiled, slightly cocking his head as he looked all round and said, "Excuse me ladies, but I couldn't help notice that three beautiful girls were standing around alone without any guys rushing to their side. Now I have no idea why these other jerks never thought of it. I'm Luke, a pleasure to meet all of you." He was oozing with politeness when his mind was really going in so many other places and directions. The girls all seemed to play with their hair and smile and wink at him as they introduced themselves, but as soon as he was about to ask them if he could make them a drink, some d-bag not only ran into him, but wrapped their arms around him. At first Luke thought it might be the Catholic punk from before, but once the kid started talking, Luke knew exactly who he was, and really had to control himself from setting the kid on fire. That didn't seem like it would go too well with the ladies. He needed to keep his cool.

Breathe in....and out. Stay calm and ---- Now that last comment set him off. He jerked the kid off of him, and swiveled around, first showing a face of rage, but reminded himself of what to do, and allowed his face to slowly smooth. "Zac. How wonderful to see you. I see your good old humor is back as well. Joy." He glanced back at the girls, calculating whether or not to introduce them politely to Zac, or maybe..it would be better if he didn't let Zac start talking crap. If he went much further, he might set something on fire, including his favorite jacket or shoes. That wasn't going to happen. Turning back to Zac, he whispered cautiously, "Why don't you go scurry off and hang out with your own mates, yeah? This is not the night to mess."

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[Zachary LaRousse]

While Zac and Luke are practically genetic duplicates of each other in terms of personality (typical asshole-douche bag cross who think they look so appealing and charming, hence having the ability to do and justify almost any act possible), their tastes for women are so different that they’re very much like water and oil (cliché, as always). True, Zac doesn’t discriminate based on race, ethnicity, hair and eye color, heck even religion. (He prides himself for making even the most pious lust over him; proof is a girl he met not long ago, who, within half an hour or so of talking with the brat, broke her so called ‘vow of chastity’, or whatever that white ring she had on her finger symbolize). A thing (or two) he is very picky about that Luke seems to not care much about, aside from the usual body built and the use of drugs and cigarettes, is the presence of tattoos and proliferation of piercings. Though he prides himself for being a modern, liberal guy of the 21st century, Zac is still quite orthodox in terms of body art. He doesn’t have ink on him, and he expects his mate to have none either. He sees such stuff as an abomination, and those who have them quite unsightly.

His once innocent expression turned into a smirk of devilish delight as he sensed the tension rise up within the guy. As his arms are wrapped rather tightly upon him, he could feel that Luke’s breathing got deeper, an indication that he’s been riled up and is desperately trying to regain control. After all, he doesn’t want to set something on fire all of a sudden. For all Zac knew, people around here are meta-human haters (he and Luke are the only ones he’s recognized from Hammel so far).

Zac doesn’t really hate Luke, he just wants to see him ‘out of his zone’. Ever since he came to Hammel, Zac felt like his self-made throne had been in under a constant threat. After all, Luke’s pretty much like him, looks and all. He’s done everything he can to make the man’s life quite miserable, from simple childish pranks like hiding his bag of clothes after gym class or throwing crumpled paper at the back of his head, to more ‘mature’ ones like hitting on a girl he knows Luke wants or, in this case, suddenly appearing and telling the ones he’s trying to charm that Luke’s gay or is one big Mama’s boy.

He politely let go when Luke jerked him off, his face looking defeated and hurt, more for the girls still watching them than Luke himself. “Why so sarcastic Lukeypoo? Aren’t you glad to see me?” He tilted his head slightly and gave some sort of message to the girls (some cheeky smile plus a wink) with only his expression, earning him a shy giggle from the trio. “And I’m always humorous, you’re the one who’s always the gruff one.” He slung one arm over Luke’s shoulder and turned back to the ladies. “I’m sorry, Lukey’s a bit, I don’t know, drunk? We go way back really. Back when Lukeypoo’s still checking me out whenever he gets the chance. Which is like, a couple of seconds ago.” Apparently Zac thinks he’s funny.

“Oh silly me, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Zac, Zachary LaRousse,” he added, looking a bit embarrassed at first then politely taking the hand of the redhair in the middle and kissing it lightly like the true gentleman he’s not. He praised himself inwardly as he looked back on the girls who seem to be buying the whole act. Thank Mr. Bond for the extensive drama lessons then.

He pouted cutely (or at least as cute as he possibly can muster) when Luke tried to brush him off, appealing to the three girls in front of them as expected. “Are you sending me off now Luke? Please let me stay, I promise I be good,” he said in a child-like voice, “I’ll be your beloved wingman. I’ll tell them only good things, I promise. Like how you keep a stash of gay porn in your PC. Oops!” He’s been flirting with girls for the past hour anyway, this would be a nice, nice break.

[Luke Pyrrhos]

At this point in time, Luke had basically lost it with these three girls. And the one he left hanging before wasn't about to come rushing to his side, nor would he go looking for hers. Zac was obviously pulling his chain to his own advantage, to get these girls to like him as much as they had previously been into him. Probably more, in fact, considering the source. Luke could try to muster up some sort of excuse to cover for what Zac was saying, but he knew that it was no use. And he would kind of give himself away if he went the other route, blew up, and lit a table on fire. Or the girl's hair and fake rack (After all, plastic is flammable.)

He had to think about what Zac was saying, let him have his laugh, up until the last comment, about that 'gay porn' crap. First of all, he had a Mac. Second of all, about the elephant in the room, 'gay porn', that didn't really appeal to any girl that was straight unless they were a bit...off, you could say. But to insult his masculinity like that, Luke wasn't going to stand there and take it. But then again he wasn't going to punch Zac in the face in front of everyone either. He had a better idea.

After Zac had his bit, Luke got in one more laugh, attempting to make it sound as real as he could muster, and then patted Zac on the shoulder, speaking to all four of them, the three girls and the annoyance, "Excuse me ladies, do you mind if I talk to this guy one on one for a bit? I apologize if I've misled you to believe anything other than the truth. I adore women, but I also adore real women. Zac, however is all yours, right after I get to talking to him." He smiled snarkily, and with his arm around Zac's shoulder he led him to an area near the bathrooms, near a small hallway where no one really was. A perfect place.

He pushed him against a wall which shook the pictures in their frames, and whispered violently, "What the hell were you thinking? I'm sure you've had your little fun, and by all means, they're yours. After all, its not like there is a shortage of females in a place like this." He shoved him against the wall once more, and then let go, pacing the hallway, trying not to make a scene or to light the pictures on fire. Seriously, if he was planning on getting anywhere in life, he'd have to learn how to control himself better. Zac would be his ultimate test.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Without a second to spare, Zac ‘teleported’ himself and settled in between the redhead and the blonde, casually slinging his arm over both of the girls’ shoulders. His smile turned into a more sinister smirk as he saw Luke’s face change from an apathetic and levelheaded expression, to one of mild annoyance and irritation, to that of full blown anger and rage. Sure the changes were minute (‘cause he’s got to admit, Luke has quite the poker face), but four years and counting of irking the hell out of the pyrokinetic has taught Zac to look for such details, like a small twitch or that smoldering glare. He could only chuckle as he sensed the tension in and around Luke, knowing full well that the boy’s trying his best not to erupt into flames (quite literally).

He was happily flirting with the trio, burying his nose behind the blonde’s shoulder while caressing the redhead’s thighs with his hands (which in turn curled her arms around Zac’s chest and waist), when Luke suddenly spoke and threatened to drag him out. “Quite the party pooper are you Luke?” he said with disdain, mouth still near the blonde’s ear as he just whispered something dirty inappropriate (as proven by her not-so-virgin giggle). “And seriously, that’s not the proper way to talk to a lady. Tsk tsk.” He casually waved to the ladies as Luke dragged him towards the bathrooms, shouting, “Stay where you are my goddesses; Lukeypoo says he just want a taste before he hands be back to you.”

“What now Luke? Eager to rape me are we?” he teased, rolling his eyes as he was pushed to the wall. He growled, obviously not comfortable in such a position. He could feel the air around him heating up, and in such a closed space like this, it’s never good. He doubts rhino or armadillo skin would be enough to shield him from such a fireball at such close quarters. Better to lay off his taunting then. He simply turned his head to the side as Luke snarled at him, not even bothering to look the guy in the eye. When Luke finally released him, he dusted off his clothes, rearranged his scarf, and headed back to the trio he left. “What a killjoy.”

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Zac knew he shouldn’t drink. Nope, definitely not. Not only is he underaged, he was also alone. How was he going to go home (to the Hammel dorms nonetheless) now? Should Stephen or Anthony hear of it, he knows he’s toast. But hey, what could he have done? It’s not like he was the one who asked for the drinks, the girls gave him, urged him even. Would he rather be drunk or look like a kiddie chicken? And besides, it was only a few shots, how bad can it get?

Apparently, very bad.

Zac, despite all his bravado about being such a bad boy, had never drunk so much before. He has such low alcohol tolerance that after eight shots, he’s already blabbering nonsense. Not a good sign. His stomach not feeling so well, he promptly excused himself and waddled his way to the bathroom. Thank goodness he didn’t blow. Instead he looked blankly at the mirror, obviously out of his mind already. After a few more nods at himself, he slowly walked out the washroom and dizzily made his way to the crowd. But instead of going back to the three ladies who made him quite the mess, his feet took him elsewhere, to the slightly burnt smell his (animalistic) nose knew all too well.

“Yuuke-ay-poow,” he said, his right arm quickly coiling around the boy’s boy, his left happily massaging his thighs, “How err yee? Haebing fuuun?” Still a bit doozy, he casually nuzzled the boy’s neck, nibbling on the boy’s ear before burying himself in between the shoulders, “Yew smell nays.”

And no, he didn’t care that he was actually groping the guy in front of the public. Nope. As far as he’s concerned, there’s nothing vehemently wrong about what he’s doing.


ooc:
So late, sorry. >.<
And and and..HAPPY NEW YEAR BELS!!!
- Jam
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[Luke Pyrrhos]

After much pacing, deep breathing, and cooling down mentally, Luke had tried to find another way to cool down in the form of liquid. He was insanely hot, and surprised he didn't scorch the table next to one lonely slightly older woman, who made him her pet for the rest of the night. He didn't really mind it at all, after all, it was free drinks from a cougar, who only pleaded for some rubs and hair ruffling. After an hour or two...maybe more, he wasn't really sure at that point, he really wasn't sure of what was going on anymore, the woman went to write her number on a business card for some fancy, haughty clothing company that Luke vaguely remembered pretending to care about earlier in the night. She blew him a kiss and he caught it, winking at her before she grabbed her bags, paid the bill, and left the scene.

So there Luke sat, dazed and confused, his world blurry, his mind dizzy and slow. It would certainly be an adventure trying to get back to his dorm, especially if he attempted not to get caught in his drunken stupor. He tried to make his mind work, figuring out a way around getting in trouble, hoping he could charm his way out of it, claiming an older woman had got him drunk, tried to take advantage of him, and here he was, running as best as his body could able, to flee to safety so he didn't accidentally burn the woman to a crisp. Would that work? He really couldn't be sure, especially since most people around Hammel knew of his standing as a ladies man, and a huge flirt. He was thinking that was a no-go.

So there he sat, hands on his head, looking through the mirror on the wall back at himself, getting caught up on the lipstick that was on his cheek. He started to rub it off, but it was that gosh darned paint-like stuff all these girls liked to wear these days. Great. Now he looked even more guilty. He called for a glass of water (the one thing free at this bar) and took a napkin to his face. Hopefully it would come out eventually, and the redness of his face would have to be explained otherwise. He'd come up with that story when need be, but not right now.

Finally, with what seemed like ages, he smeared the last of the pink lipstick off of his cheek, crumpled up what was left of the napkin and threw it in the water, or at least trying, and failing. Goodness, he was one hot mess. Alcohol and fire didn't mix, and his body was overheated, Luke almost sweating. Note to self: do NOT do this again...

He put his face in his hands, trying to muster up the strength and stability to walk on out of this party without looking like quite a fool, but then a stranger's hand appeared on his thigh and well..right down there as well. Shocked, he threw his head up, and looked over to the person next to him that seemed to be groping him in public. And much to his amazement, it was none other than Zac, the last person he wanted or expected to see. But from the sound of it, he didn't seem that sober either, especially since he couldn't pronounce Luke's name, or even his annoying pet name he'd come up for him right.

Luke grunted and wondered how the kid would react to trying to remove his hands from where they were..maybe he would get it when he grunted, maybe not. Instead, Luke went to put his hands on Zac's torso, attempting to push him away, but not seeming to do much good. He grimaced as Zac kept massaging him..and tried to converse with him to the best of his ability, despite the circumstances, "I'm having a jolllllly good time, mate." Oh great. He apparently had a speech impediment as well now. Now look at these two drunks, what would the girls say now?

He looked from his legs to Zac's chest, and all the way up to his face as well. This kid obviously wasn't reading any body language, and was just a tiny bit more drunk than Zac, but in all honesty, it wasn't like there were any other metas here that could go back up to Hammel with them. They would have to go together, attempting not to black out or get sick on the way up there. "Hey buddyyyy, whattya say he head onnn up to Hammmmel, back to the dorm? You look absolutely wasted." He poked Zac in the chest with his other hand, although in the time it took for his hand to reach Zac's chest, it seemed to be ages. He swiveled on his seat, held on to Zac's shoulders, and got up, nearly breathing down his neck, and obviously far to close to him. He still smiled, and balanced himself. This was going to be one interesting night.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Nope, Zac is definitely not himself right now, not one bit. While he does grope guys (straight guys mostly; he tries to stay away from those who openly admit their homosexuality, or at least tone his physical flirting-teasing, lest, according to him, they get any other ideas) on a daily basis (JD and Anthony are the usual targets; he believes he did get Luke a couple of times too), both parties know that he’s just doing it to annoy the snot out of his unfortunate target. And besides, the most daring he’s gotten it to massage the outside of the thighs, and that was just once; that’s his self-imposed limit, anything out of that and things might get messy, for both of them. His usual repertoire involved back hugs, some playful ear tickling and his usual annoying-more-than-erotic innuendos. So really, the chest groping and sensual thigh caressing he’s doing to Luke right now is way off from his comfort zone.

And still he doesn’t stop.

Should he be sober enough to ‘psychoanalyze’ what’s happening to him, he’ll notice that the bonds and defenses he’s set up to prevent his power from overwhelming him is slowly weakening, the animalistic instincts spilling over to his psyche. With his weak will, his sentient and rational mind is being conquered by primal and animalistic desires. It goes without saying that should he had more drinks than what he has now, he would’ve gone berserk, and there’s no telling how much of a disaster that would’ve been.

Surprisingly, as his animalistic instincts merged with his human mind, they somehow amplified and to a point, distorted, his emotions. Somehow such merging has gotten hold his recent irritation, more specifically ‘desire to piss Luke off’, and made it more simplistic, turning it to something so simple – ‘desire’. This would most likely explain the unlikely feat he’s performed earlier – how he’s managed to filter, isolate and track down Luke’s scent amidst the myriad of smells in the room, from the cheap perfume the lady to his left wore, to the stinky bathroom smell the guy in front of him made. What’s worse, unless Luke manages to knock Zac off his wasted state, he’s not going to stop. Driven by carnal desire right now, he’ll keep going and going until he gets what he wants (or at least that’s what his instincts are telling him to do).

“Reaally?” asked Zac, obviously having quite a hard time forming even the simplest of words. He kept his head buried on the pyrokinetic’s shoulders, looking as if he’s talking to Luke’s shoulders instead of Luke himself. “Weell, sleapt ‘ith any’ne yet?” Barely able to stabilize himself, his grip on Luke only became tighter as he maneuvered himself, clumsily of course, from the boy’s back to his side, and later, in front of him. “Haas any’ne told you luk aw’sm ton’eight?” He said, instinctively pulling the boy closer, supposedly aiming for his lips, but because of his apparent ‘gracefulness’, he simply brushed by Luke’s lips for a split second before slipping down to his chest, giggling like a little kid. “Y’u liked th’t d’ntcha?”

He giggled even louder when Luke mentioned him being wasted. Is he kidding me? As far as he’s concerned, he’s still as sober as one guy could be. He’s not that weak, right? “Oooh, Hamm’l…dead,” he nodded, his brain somehow processing the information still. While he believes he’s not drunk, he does know he reeks alcohol and should the guards know that, it’s straight to Dr. Neville, for both of them. Not good. “I c’ld dr’ve?” But to where, he still doesn’t know. He laughed slightly as Luke poked him and fell onto him afterwards. Look who’s talking, he thought. “Th’t ‘ickles.”

He stood silent for a moment, his mind trying to think of something relevant to the situation. He had an idea earlier, but with all the poking and the giggling, he’s somehow lost it. He was thinking of abandoning it all together then it hit him. “Car c’retak’rs house?” he blurted out, remembering the apartment his car caretaker stays in. It’s not that big, but if he remembers the place right, it has a guestroom they could spend the night in. Not to mention it’s within a manageable walking distance, despite them being drunk.

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Zac's words mushed together as Luke had not only a difficult time standing straight without swaying, but also trying hard to comprehend what the guy was saying. Man, he was worse, much worse than Luke was. It was listening to a baby try to talk about calculus. Exactly. But he figured that since they both shouldn't go back to school, as that was clearly a death sentence, and Zac said something about a house, they could head over there. As long as there was heating and something soft to lay on, he would be a happy man.

His thinking was delayed for a bit as Zac leaned in, brushing his lips against Luke's, something he definitely wasn't expecting. And to top it off, he added a bit of a snide comment to the whole ordeal. Luke wasn't sure whether or not Zac was being sarcastic and biting like his old self or more of a mush ball now that he was drunk. At least he wasn't massaging him anymore, right?

It took a while for Luke to figure out what just happened, but he tried to have his mind skip over it, licked his lips unconsciously, and pursed them, furrowing his brow as he tried to decide the best line of action. He really didn't have many options did he? So with that, he answered Zac, "Fine. I'll be a'following you, buddy." He clapped his hand on Zac's shoulder, not too hard he hoped, although the guy did move a bit after the reaction. At least when they would leave, he'd be out in the snow, the cold, where he'd be much less likely to set something on fire, or at least where people wouldn't be able to see it. Hopefully not. With any luck, he would't light anything of Zac's precious items on fire either when he went on over. What a wonderful story that would make...

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[Zachary LaRousse]

Unfortunately for Luke, he’s got to keep up with Zac’s garbled speech for a little while longer. Even if Zac realizes he’s been blabbering inaudible words for about five minutes already, there’s not much he can do about it. He’s drunk and his motor senses aren’t really cooperating well with him. He’s actually lucky he’s still able to babble.

And part of the whole latent/deeply hidden emotion amplification the merging caused is making Zac’s incredible trust for the guy surface. Desire for the man’s touch aside, Zac has this innate and unspoken trust that despite being enemies for as long as he can remember, Luke won’t leave him alone helpless should he have the capability to do something. “Yer s’ch a gentl’man Wukeypoo,” he mumbled as Luke led both of them outside, holding Luke’s shoulder for support but slipping down to his waist because of his condtion, “I’m jest a beg j’rk.” He let a small giggle out as he drowsily led the way to his caretaker’s home.

Having only a scarf to protect him from the cold, Zac would’ve surely froze to death if Luke wasn’t by his side. He forgot where he put his jacket, if he left it by the door or at his car – instead he told Luke that he brought none. Lucky him Luke was a pyrokinetic whose body temperature was above average (or at least to Zac) that he simply cuddled with the guy further whenever he feels chilly (which only made them even more odd to those who saw them). “Why s’ hot Wukey?” he chuckled once as he wrapped around Luke when a fast car sped beside them, creating quite the cold breeze. And it’s not the only time Zac complimented, hugged or groped Luke through their night stroll. He’s actually turning into quite the mush ball, telling Luke how hard his trademark smirk makes him or how much he likes Luke’s Greek smell at a rate of around two to three per minute. After what seemed like an eternity, Zac pinched Luke’s butt one last time before laughing and pointing at a white, modern-esque house. “’ere,” he nodded as he tried to walk to the steps and knocked weakly on the door, completely ignoring the doorbell right beside him.

“Zac?” said a man, who looks like someone in his late twenties to mid thirties, as he opened the door and saw the two teenage boys in front of him, “Have you been-” Zac interrupted the man by shushing him with a finger on his lips, saying, “Pete, Wukeypoo. Wukey, Pete. We n’d to sl’p in the guest room fer nao. Hamm’l kill us.” He gave Pete a weak smile before tilting his head sideways to lean against Luke. ”Do I have a choice?”[/i] said Pete as he ushered them inside, shaking his head as he closed the door. “I’m in so much trouble.”[/font]


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Whee. Bels, I give you full control on how the interior of the house might look like (should you feel the need to describe it) and how Pete might react to everything. He's more or less a flat character really, so feel free to make him do whatever you think is ok.^^.*hugs*
- Jam
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[Luke Pyrrhos]

Together they strolled down the street, Zac clinging to Luke's body, as Luke supposed, because of his incredibly high temperature. If he was a normal human, he'd be nearly dead with a fever. But for him, he just had his own special layer of insulation that didn't consist of fat cells, but instead some awesomely weird DNA that let him be uber hot without the rest of his body reacting to it. Usually it was a huge thing for the chicks to dig, as they'd awe and ooh about his warmth. It also gave him an excuse to wear as little bit of shirts as possible, showing off his chest and abdominal. Okay, so maybe he was a show off, but why not flaunt it if you've got it? A six-pack takes time to show, and its a reward to have people want to touch it and lean against it and whatnot. Luke would enjoy and reap the rewards as much as he wanted.

Whilst swaying down the street, obviously a bit chilly, Zac mumbled out that he was quite the 'jerk'. Was Luke supposed to argue that point? After all, he had made fun of Luke all night before Luke had to offer up the girls to Zac, and then find his own way to party. For all he knew, the girls would definitely have believed Zac, and by the way things played out, he was most likely correct in his assumptions. But there was Zac, his rival, leading him to one safe zone where they wouldn't get busted for being drunk underage teens. He guessed that had to count for something. Still, he answered, "Yeah. You are." But before Zac could interject, Luke continued, "But I can be a dick too. We're both really good at what we do." He smiled at Zac and ruffled his hair.

Soon enough, they had made it to this spacious and quite modern looking house. So Zac did know where he was going after all.. Zac went to knock on the door, ignoring the bell, and soon enough, a man of Pete came up and answered it. Zac seemed to know him well enough to not be too worried about what his parents might think or if there would be consequences for their actions. Instead, the man seemed to be passive about the situation, although somewhat concerned as to why Zac had his arms around Luke's waist. So as to reassure Pete, Luke gave a curt wave and smile, introducing himself. "Its Luke. Nice to meet ya Pete. I promise we'll be really quiet, won't we Zac?" he looked down at his drunken comrade, and knew to only hope for the best.

But without further adieu, Pete shuffled out of the way, closing the door behind them, and revealing what the rest of the house looked like. It was definitely true to form, a very modern-esque house, and furnishings that seemed to be a mix of monochromatic tones and minimalism. Through the hallway and on the right was an archway, and through that was the living room, which connected to a larger kitchen, with an island in the middle of it as a self serving dining room table. From the looks of it so far, this place really reminded him of his home in Miami, the sanctuary of anything modern, a favorite style of his mother's.

Unfortunately, Luke didn't have much time to look around that part of the house, since they were exhausted by that crazy night. They instead went up the staircase that led to one bathroom, a room that was already quite furnished with papers and personal belongings that would most likely belong to the only person living in this house, Pete. Finally, farthest away from the second floor landing, was the room in which both of them stopped in front of. It followed the same style of the rest of the house, and was the designated guest bedroom. Large, full-length windows along one entire side of the room, with curtains only half way, letting in some of the night shine. The room was mostly composed of wood: wood floor, wood walls, even wood ceiling. The bed, luckily, wasn't completely made of wood, which would be just fine, now that there was hope of some sort of cushion. Relics hung on the wall in nooks and crannies that the room provided. It was certain that Zac wasn't just bragging about some money his parents might have stashed away. This was real, and Luke was probably the only one that had laid eyes on such a place as this. And this is only his car's caretaker's house. Imagine his own mansion. Luke stood there, gazing at the room in a bit of awe, as he was aware that it was a bit nicer than the place his family had down in Florida, but not like he would ever admit that to Zac, for he was sure that, if he remembered anything the morning after, Zac would be sure to rub it in his face for as long as he could manage. Better to keep his mouth shut and not mention it.

Now about those living amenities. There was a slight problem that Luke would normally be totally against, especially considering the person, but at this rate, he just wanted to lay his head against a pillow and rest. There was only one bed, but it was pretty big, so it wasn't like they'd have to spoon each other to stay warm. Zac should be able to stay warm if he was under those comforters and sheets, and Luke could lay around on top of those in his boxers if he wanted to, so as to not overheat or set something on fire. Please, please, please do NOT torch the place. Do not, do not, do NOT.

He cleared his voice as he leaned against the archway into the room. "Alright, works for me. I'm just gonna go to the loo, and be right back. Don't wander off too far, you might kill yourself if you fall down those steps." With that, he detached Zac from his waist, and headed to the bathroom to piss, wash up with cold water, and head back to the room, clad in his white socks and boxer shorts.

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[Zachary LaRousse]

Lucky for Zac that Luke didn’t just leave him at the party. He could’ve, but he didn’t. Guess he really is one hell of a gentleman. And how did Zac show his gratitude? By tirelessly caressing the man in all sorts of places of course, in the public’s eye no less. It’s funny how alcohol and his power worked together and effortlessly broke down all the walls Zac’s built around his psyche. It took him almost half a decade to build up what it seems to him as such a cold personality (but in reality just a jerk-ish, annoying one), but the said agents only needed seconds to destroy and pulverize such make-shift defenses. He’s turned into one heck of a mush ball, both physically and mentally, and probably took Luke a whole lot of self-control to simply keep going with the kid.

Zac took his sweet, sweet time to feel every inch of Luke’s body, giggling like a girl every time he ‘finds something new’. He’s long acknowledged that Luke is indeed quite the eye candy (in a he’s-stiff-competition kind of way) but, being the prideful twit that he is, never really said that out loud. Now stripped of all his inhibitions, he happily felt that toned abdomen Luke’s so proud about, even going as far as licking the guy’s neck in sheer randomness. “Dick,” he giggled softly, like a kid hearing a ‘forbidden word’ for the first time. He ‘purred’ at the hair ruffle Luke gave him, and replied by giving Luke’s crotch a squeeze. “D’dn’t know ye l’ked dicks,” he added as he bit the guy’s ear.

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Pete scratched his head in sheer confusion. While he does know that Zac would go drinking sooner or later (it was the reason his father bought a house with two bedrooms for Pete; they all knew this was coming), he was somehow expecting the boy to come to his house with a girl, not another boy. Pushing such thoughts away from his head, he simply smiled as the other boy introduced himself as Luke. He’ll simply sleep on the couch so that Zac and Luke can have different beds when his young master interrupted him again, the same manner as he did on the door. “N’aww, I w’nna sl’p with my heater ton’ght,” said the drunk prince, clinging tighter to Luke. He could force the kid off Luke, given that he’s a meta too with minor mind control, but seeing that Luke isn’t really complaining about it, and in fact looking at least a tiny bit concerned about the boy’s welfare, he let it pass. “Fine, follow me then,” he nodded to Luke, guiding the two boys to the said guest room.

Seems Zac’s legs are still a bit wobbly, given that he almost fell to the floor immediately after Luke removed him from the his hips. That goodness Pete was on his way to bring clean towels and an extra pillow and sprung immediately to catch the tipsy boy. “You’re father will be so proud of you Zac,” he said, rolling his eyes as he led the boy to the bed. As the other boy went to the ‘public’ bathroom to wash up (he should’ve been faster and given the boy the towel), he took Zac to the guest room’s washroom and told him to wash up too (by ‘told’ means he used his powers to make Zac wash himself up; the young master was far too old to be bathed by him, and besides, with him drunk, it’s easier to invade his mind anyway). After helping Zac dry up and get into clean boxer briefs (Zac is definitely not a boxers guy – he has some, but he says he prefers the ‘tightness’ boxer briefs give; and besides, he says they’re much more sexier than those mini-shorts), he led the still drunk teenager to bed and smiled. “Just make sure you don’t mess up the sheets, ok?” he chuckled, confident that nothing will really happen between the two boys.

He passed by Luke on his way out and gave the boy a thankful pat on the shoulder. “I’ve put clean clothes on the side table if you want to. I’ve even included underwear for you to choose from. Don’t worry, Zac hasn’t worn any of it,” he gave Luke’s shoulder a light squeeze before adding, “Thanks for bringing that jerk home. Have a good night.” And with that Pete went back to his room, eager to go back to his precious slumber.

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Zac was quite drowsy, true, but he was also incredibly hot. Literally and figuratively. He doesn’t know why, but he just feels like he’s burning up inside, despite Pete saying otherwise. He threw the blankets away, and still he felt like he was going to sweat like a pig anytime soon. He tossed and turned, trying to will himself to sleep, but just as he was about to, he saw a figure walking through the halls and towards the door. “Wukeypoo!” he shouted in glee. For some reason, Luke has become his favorite person of the night. He tried to sit up and jump towards the guy, reaching out to give him a hug, but alas, Luke proved a little too far for his reach, Zac falling short a mere inches from the guy’s face and landing flat on the floor with a loud thud.

But instead of grunting, he merely giggled, finding his face on Luke’s feet with what seems like the boy’s boxers in his hands. As it seems, Zac tried to cling on something to stop him from going down, and clung to the waistband of the boy’s underwear instead. “Oops, sowwee Wukey,” laughed Zac as he looked up to Luke, “N’ais view.”

Oh boy.

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Within the first few steps he made back into the room, he knew that Zac's inhibition had brought out a much more wild side than he'd been expecting. The licking of his neck on the way home, the clinging to his body and feeling his abs, biting of his ear. It all made sense now, although Luke had ignored it at the time. Zac had been known to be a bit, oh what would you call it...bicurious at school, but never as much as this. Perhaps it was his animalistic behaviors that were as out of whack as Luke's body heat. The boy was wound up, almost child-like, although if a child was doing such things as Zac was, he'd be seriously concerned.

Upon entering the room, Zac called out to Luke in his version of his name, "Wukeypoo", and jumped right at him, pouncing from the bed like a leopard pouncing from a tree to the ground. Unfortunately, he landed a bit short, and fell to the floor right beneath Luke. He was about to lean down and help the poor guy up when he felt a bit of a cool breeze in an area he surely wasn't planning on. He swore loudly, even as Zach laughed at this and sarcastically complimented him on his...err, assets. "Shit Zac!" He stopped abruptly so as to not awaken dear old Pete, and tried to tug his boxers back on, unclinging Zac from them. Now in a softer whisper, he scolded him, "You didn't even close the door? Your buddy Pete would kill us...no he'd probably kick me out and tell your dad about this. Is that what you want?"

He didn't want Zac to be sad, for some odd reason though, despite how much of a jump, figuratively and literally speaking, Zac had made from cute and seductive little touches to a full-on nearly ripping off of clothing. The way he saw it, Luke was still pretty much drunk, and Zac was far-beyond-the-point-of-return-drunk. So..what did they have to lose? Odds are, he wouldn't remember it in the morning. Plus Zac was one of the best looking guys in all of Hammel, god maybe even this whole forsaken town. He promised himself he wouldn't go home alone tonight, and indeed, that had already happened. So going through with this would be, at the least, interesting. It might even get fun.

He picked up the wobbly Zac from the ground and held on to his shoulders, sliding his hands down to Zac's arms. "If you wanted to do this, you should do it right." With that, he gave Zac no room as to wonder what 'right' was. Instead, he thrust Zac against a wall and kissed him fiercely. Luckily, he had chosen not to throw him against the wall of glass windows, as that certainly would be quite a mess, and at his current state, they might both be sailing through the air in their underwear, nearly hitting the ground at this second. But instead, these trusty wooden walls were enough to stay sound without causing too much damage while he was engrossed in the sudden passion he had for Zac. He held his arms against the wall, pushing his bare body closer and closer to Zac's. He could feel beads of sweat falling down his chest as he strongly, truly tried to control himself. The bad side of having wooden walls and interior: Highly flammable.

Luke knew that wherever he went with Zac, his rival would take him one step further. It appeared to be not only this way in the classroom and hallways, but most likely also in the bedroom. But now that Luke had returned the favor, and had come onto Zac so strongly, what would he be willing to do in return?

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[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac seriously did not see this one coming. Or at least, he didn’t expect Luke to be swayed quite easily, even to the point of him initiating almost everything. But then, there’s no point complaining now, is there?

As Luke knelt down and tugged his boxers from Zac’s hold, the boy simply held tighter, apparently enjoying the sight before him. Drunk as he is, he even tried moving forward and kissing the boy, only to fall short once more and kiss his socks. He giggled even louder (yup, giggle, not chuckle) when Luke pulled him up (or rather pulled his shorts up, dragging Zac in the process) and scolded him. “Ye l’k so c’te when ye’r angry,” was the only thing he could say. He’s not really processing anything right now, at least the part about the door still being opened and Pete waking up all of a sudden. As for Luke’s last question, he simply replied with an enthusiastic “Yup!”, apparently interpreting the inquiry rather differently.
(Should Zac’s dad hear about it, he’d only shrug it off. Sure he’ll be a bit surprised at first, but he’ll get over it. There’s nothing he can do about it anyway. Zac’s ‘butler’ though, Cedric, will be more shocked, and would likely blame himself in some weird way).

Zac simply grunted when he felt himself being dragged off somewhere, smirking as Luke whispered to him and pinned him to the wall. He wasn’t used to being this ‘submissive’, but then again, the night’s only begun; he could turn the tables around if he wishes it to be. Right now, he’s going to enjoy being controlled, happily kissing back when Luke trapped him for a kiss, no matter how messy and sloppy it is.

Carnal instincts now on full blast, Zac let his hands explore Luke’s body, pulling the boy closer, enjoying the feel of Luke’s hot (literally) skin and savoring his slightly sweaty smell. He could feel himself heating up as well, but he just can’t stop. He knows he shouldn’t act on these desires inside of him, but then again, he can’t suppress them. Fueled by such strong desire, passion, and ultimately, lust, Zac pushed back at Luke, grabbing his hips and pushing him onto the bed. He pulled out of the kiss abruptly to smile, saying, “G’tcha,” before going back in to devour the Greek man’s lips one more time.

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The sun had apparently gone up when Zac first opened his eyes, the glass windows letting the fullness of the sun’s rays in. Eyes half-opened, he wondered why his dorm room looks and feels different. Then he remembered he’d been drinking rather hard last night, and went to Pete’s house for the night. He smiled, telling himself Pete wouldn’t really tell his father should he beg him not to, and was about to nuzzle back to sleep when he felt weird. Did his bed just breathe?

Still confused (with quite the headache to beat), he forced his eyes open and his head to rotate, only to find that he’s onto of a sleeping Luke. A naked, sleeping Luke. Eyes wide in shock, he tapped on to the elephant’s memory (or capacity for near perfect recall) and was suddenly flooded with the missing details about last night. “Oh boy,” was the only thing he could say. He looked around and saw the room in disarray. Were they that wild? And the door, had it been open all night?

Telling himself that Pete’s probably seen them already and there’s no point at covering up, he decided to simply flop to Luke’s side and cuddle closer (he’s still a bit tired after all), pulling the sheets to cover their bare bodies. He pinched the nose of the still sleeping pyrokinetic, chuckling, “Morning sunshine.”

[Luke Pyrrhos]

The sun was bright on his face, so much so he had to squint and cup his hands over his forehead to create a sort of visor. All around him was rocky cliffs with steep drop-offs, a sea in front of him, somewhat wild waves crashing amongst the twin cliffs that surrounded the town he was standing in. Behind him was a fish market, quite obviously from the smell and what the old men in captain's hats were shouting out to prospective buyers. The smells filled the air, but were later mixed with others, from souvlaki to gyros, tzatziki and onions, this could be no other place than his hometown, Paros, Greece. It was a moderately small group of people that managed to live in this rather reserved side of the cliff, where houses were crafted from stone and decorated with small to large shells from the beaches, or pictures from local artists. These Greeks were very proud of their homeland, and he was of no exception. If he could, he would stay there forever, never leaving to the States again.

But he had a mission to carry out, and his feet knew this. He walked up the winding, corroded and ancient stair, climbed the worn ground until he found a very recognizable house; his γιαγιά και παππού, or grandma and grandpa's house. His Oggy would always be in the kitchen, smelling up the house with spices of cooking pitas or kebabs or his Pappous' latest catch of the day. Parties were held nearly every night at that house, big enough for everyone to fit in, small enough to get up close and personal with nearly everyone you'd meet, but hell, they were Greek, this was a normal thing. The Greeks were very personable and lovable, especially his οικογένεια (family).

And then, through the door he walked, headed straight for the kitchen, but before he could get there, a beautiful woman, no longer a young girl like he had remembered, was standing before him, her dark brown curly locks rustling in the breeze from the open windows. Her bronzen skin luminescent and warm against her bright smile. Yes, yes, he knew exactly who this beautiful siren was, and like a fool he was falling for her all over again. Luke walked towards her, and as soon as he approached her, from her lips she breathed, Morning sunshine.

Audibly, he replied to her rather...different voice, "Mmm my beautiful..." but the dream was starting to fade, and soon gathered his surroundings. He was not in Greece any longer, nor was he in his dorm room. Where was he exactly? And...who was pressing their body against him? He looked under the covers to see that he was indeed in the nude, figuring that it must have been one long night that he most obviously didn't remember. He could feel the strong legs from the person next to him, but then something just didn't feel right.

Slowly, Luke cocked his head and turned around to see who the girl was that he had ended up with and if they were awake or not. If not, he'd have time to safely sneak out without being caught and hopefully, remembered. But when he saw the hair, that face, he shouted a profanity, and nearly jumped out of bed. He bolted into a sitting position, covering his chest with the bed sheet, mouthing words that should have come out as screams at the boy but no voice uttered any bit of sound. There was indeed some mad pointing as to try to figure out what had happened. Finally, he was able to produce a few words, "Where am I? Why- you- what- why-?" His face was twisted in thinking the worst. He obviously didn't really remember the night at all, but what he did know was that he was in the nude, and had most likely slept with his greatest enemy. Talk about irony.

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