Truth or Dare (Zac) [M]

[Zachary LaRousse]

Oddly enough, Zac wasn’t feeling too bothered by the situation. Maybe he was, but such feelings of panic and confusion were easily drowned out by a wave of tranquility, and surprisingly, contentment. Overreacting would do no good anyway. It’s already been done. They were drunk. They were lusty hormonal. He actually did a guy and Pete probably saw the whole thing even. And besides, as much as he’d like to deny it, he actually enjoyed it. It was different, true, but it wasn’t all bad as he’d thought it’d be. Better than expected even. And the fact that it was Luke didn’t hurt much either.

So instead of standing up or anything, Zac decided to enjoy the few moments of calm he has (not that he knows what would happen next) and cuddled even closer to the still sleeping Luke. He chuckled as he went in closer, curling his arms and legs around him, as if Luke’s a giant pillow. Something tells him he’s being too mushy really, and was about to pull off already, but he suddenly remembered how much of a mush ball he was last night (complimenting Luke even for the smallest of deeds) and figured what he’s doing right now is nothing compared to that. He laughed slightly when Luke mumbled an answer and was about to bury his nose deeper on the guy’s chest, when Luke suddenly perked up, cursing and covering his body with the blanket. “Hey, I’m not that ugly in the morning, am I?” he said with such a nonchalant voice, stretching his arms and puffing his cheeks as he sat up himself, “And besides, cursing isn’t exactly the right way to welcome a new day.” He gave Luke a cheeky smile before adding, “Now if you mind, the blankets please. I’m still a bit cold so if you’re not going to let me hug you at least give me that piece of cloth so I can be warm.”

Seeing Luke so shaken made Zac laugh very hard. Thank goodness he didn’t panic too, else it wouldn’t be pretty. When Luke started asking questions, Zac initially gave him a look that says ‘ Are you serious?’. If memory serves him right (and it does, given his power), Luke was actually more sober than he was last night. Did he really not remember anything? “You have got to be pulling my leg Wukeypoo,” he chuckled darkly as he grabbed a pillow and hug in it front of him, “You seriously don’t remember anything from last night? How you grabbed me from the floor and hungrily ate my lips? How you begged me to stop teasing and give it to you, fast and hard? Or how you moaned and groaned like there was no tomorrow?” Oh god. He really had no idea did he? Then again, Luke had not the benefit of having elephant memory on his side. Smirking widely, Zac egg-rolled with the pillow and ended up right beside Luke. “You know, I can always do a round two if you like,” he teased, running a finger through Luke’s chest, winking as he went. Luke definitely did not want this to happen, and while Zac somehow shares the same sentiment, having his rival squirm in front of him because of the incident was far too precious to simply ignore.

This is going to be a fun, fun morning indeed.

[Luke Pyrrhos]

As Zac was appalled to think that Luke hadn't remembered the night, Luke was indeed quite happy and thankful that he didn't. Never in his life would he imagine doing that with a guy, I mean, no hate on anyone that prefers that, but it definitely wasn't for him. After all, he was a ladies man, a hopeless romantic. And then so as to refresh Luke's memory, Zac had the audacity to go into detail for what had happened. Begging? You've got to be kidding, there was no way Luke would even think of begging, especially from this kid. Moaning and groaning? He was stuck with a guy last night, and not a girl. Plus, he wouldn't be the one doing the moan and groan, no that was for the ladies. Not him. Not him. NOT him. Luke wouldn't accept this, and didn't trust Zac at all. If anything he might have been taken advantage of by Zac, just to 'stick it to him'. After all, Zac was the one who remembered everything, unlike Luke. Anything could have happened, despite how much Luke didn't want to admit the worst. But maybe he didn't have to.

That's it! He would seek out an empath or a mind-reader, maybe even go to a confidential psych that could clear his memory of all things that Zac felt like bring up again and again. Surely he was doing it just to get to Luke, and need he mention it was working? He had to be strong, never mention this to anyone, and if Zac started rumors, then Luke would just have to play that game as well. He can make something up, like 'I brought Zac to his caretaker in the area, slept in the house with him, on the couch, him in his own room. But by the time he sobered up, he decided to mess with me, making crap up to freak me out. But I know the truth. The kid was a drunk little bastard the night before. And just a bastard in the morning.' That's basically how it would go. Nearly everyone knew that the guys usually didn't like each other, and neither one would think of even trying to be polite to the other. There was no way in hell that he did that.

But Zac decided to push the envelope just a bit more, and started to creep closer to Luke, tracing his chest, and asking for 'another go', but Luke wouldn't have anymore of this. He remembered that the caretaker....what was his name? Peter? Petey? Something like that. He had put some clothing in the guest bathroom for Luke to change into when he wanted to, and to be quite frank, there wasn't any time better than the present to change and probably shower too, he didn't want any trace of Zac on his body. Shower, change, and get the heck out of here as soon as possible.
He took Zac's hands off of him, laid them on the bed, and replied "No. I don't want any of that. I'm getting out of here as soon as I can. I'm sure you know the way back to the school." With that, he got out of bed, stealing a blanket to cover himself with like a robe so nothing was hanging out in the open, and strode on over to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He didn't want any more tomfoolery. His stomach was already churning, and he was near a breakdown. This would ruin his image, so he had to find a way of keeping it quiet. He could always threaten to burn Zac to a crisp if he needed to. There was no skin he could adapt to that could resist thousands of degrees. Zac should watch his back, Luke would be listening.

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[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac couldn’t do anything but explode and laugh his ass off as Luke transformed from being the cool, suave and extremely confident pyrokinetic he’s spent much of his time antagonizing, to the confused, panic-stricken and seemingly helpless pile of human goo in front of him. His denial (or apparent cluelessness) of the entire setup only made him more adorable entertaining in Zac’s eyes. How long has he wished to see Luke squirm under his touch, literally and figuratively? Truly, this moment is one to be savored forever. Zac only wishes he could’ve thought of it sooner.

His scandalous laughter only grew louder as Luke, flustered and enraged, grabbed the blanket and made a beeline to the bathroom. Of all the days he’s been with Luke, he’s never this side of the man. Precious really. “Aww. Running so early Wukeypoo?” teased Zac as he walked over and knocked on the door, his voice a too loud for comfort. “And I was planning to let you top this time.” As it seems, Zac doesn’t really care much about who hears. They don’t have any next-door neighbors and Pete’s probably seen it all last night, so why bother? “Oh I know! We could take a bath together. I am kind of stinky. I promise to scrub your back properly!” He let another round of chuckles escape him, enjoying the thrill teasing the Greek man is giving him. He’s actually thinking of ways how to embarrass him when they get back to school. “Does this mean were friends with benefits now?” Admit it or not, Luke did know how to properly press his buttons last night. And his moans of pleasure weren’t just products of sheer drunkenness.

He stayed motionless in the room for a while, sitting bare (except for the pillow squished snuggly in between his leags) on the center of the bed, looking outside with such an absent-minded stare. Thank goodness it was a weekend else they’d both be dead. He heard a faint sizzling sound and got some lovely whiffs of what seems like a tasty meal, so after a few more seconds of blank stares, he went down to see what Pete had prepared for them, bothering not to cover himself with anything. True enough, Zac found trusty Pete in front of the stove, pan and wooden spoon in hand, artfully cooking some eggs for them. “Your friend not down yet?” he asked, not even bothering to turn around for a bit. “Nah. Apparently he’s being one big drama queen and decided to lock himself in the washroom to bathe. Wouldn’t even want me to help him. Trying to deny everything like some chaste virgin.” Pete then turned and gave Zac a questioning look (which would’ve said something like ‘And you’re not?’) and the boy replied with a rather vague stare. Zac and Pete talked for a while, with Pete asking Zac how he suddenly remembered the night despite being so drunk, and how he could possibly tell Mr. LaRousse about his son’s latest escapade. He simply shrugged the question off and laughed, asking Pete how were they last night. The man replied with a simple “It’s like watching porn.”

After much nagging, Pete finally succeeded in telling the teen to wash, pushing him up the stairs and telling him to get a clean pair of boxers in the drawer in the guest room. On the way out the guestroom (Pete told him to simply use his bathroom), he knocked at the washroom door and said, “Hey, stop feeling yourself too much Wukey. You know I can always help you if you’d only ask. By the way, Pete insists you eat before leaving. I know you crave me and me only right now, but he says you need real nourishment before heading back.”

Truly, Zac is never going to let Luke live this one down. Ever.

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Despite the taunts outside of the bathroom door, Luke jumped into the steaming hot shower, as if he was attempting to scour off any remnant of Zac on his body. Maybe the hot water could wash off his thoughts of what actually had happened last night.. but he'd have to accept it eventually. I mean, he was drunk, right? People do crazy things when they're drunk. But would it be better for him to admit that he'd done something 'intimate' with Zac or should he rather just play the naive fool? It didn't really matter did it, because the bella in his dreams would never know of anything of the sort. She didn't really keep up to date with exactly what Luke was doing at Hammel, and he could guess that with her own beauty as radiant as it was, she would have quite a bit of experience before he returned to her once more. These girls at Hammel were just that; girls. They weren't belles, and they certainly weren't even close to his beautiful bella. It was interesting how these traditions still stood, even in the modern age in which they were living in. So maybe he could just play it up a bit too. Yes, Luke would come to admit that he was drunk and wild, and Zac just happened to get caught up in all of that. Or vice versa.

He turned off the water after cleansing himself, and quickly changed into what was laid out for him by Pete from the night before. It definitely wasn't what Luke was used to wearing, and a bit tighter in certain places than he was accustomed to, but it was better than walking around naked to school. That would certainly start something bigger than he had to deal with right now.

When Luke had finished and opened the door, Zac was still standing there, taunting him with a sly smirk on his face. But Luke acted calm and collected, just like he had planned. Hell, if he was really crazy, he might even have kissed Zac right then and there, to freak the hell out of him, and confuse him. Maybe then he'd shut up with all the grody 'humor' as he liked to think of it. Instead though, he moved close to Zac, with a rather plain expression on his face, then cracked a half-smile and ruffled his neatly coiffed hair, before descending the staircase. "Fine, I'll partake in your Cheerios if you don't mind. Then we've got class to go to."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Luke was wise not to have kissed Zac once more. If he did, the naughty (and still very horny) teen in front of him would’ve taken it as an invitation for round two, and no amount of recantation would get the pyrokinetic out of his grasp. ‘Cause really, despite him telling himself that he’s very much straight, Luke had some kind of allure he simply can’t get enough of.

“Classes? Don’t fuck with me Pyrrhos,” he chuckled, giving the boy a disbelieving look, “It’s Saturday. You know, the weekend. I highly doubt you’d have classes this time of the week. Just one night with me and you’re all disoriented already? Just imagine what would happen if we become fuckbuddies.” Luke would be happy to know that Zac isn’t really taking that thought seriously. No, he’d rather not be friends with benefits with the pyrokinetic. A round two or round three for today was ok, but after this day, he’s back to being straight all the way, or so he says.

He put his left hand over Luke’s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “Don’t take things too seriously Wukeypoo,” he whispered, his voice becoming a bit more serious despite his comical use of Luke’s name, “If you do, I’ll just tease you even more. We both know the damage this’ll do to both our reputations, so if you’ll keep quiet about it, I’ll do too. Well, I’ll try.” Zac winked and gave Luke another pat on the butt, before sending him off down the stairs. “Pete’s an excellent cook so I’m sure you’ll enjoy breakfast.”

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Zac took his sweet, sweet time in the bathroom. And while he probably didn’t scrub as viciously as Luke (he doesn’t really care if he still has Luke’s essence in him anyway), he did close his eyes for a few seconds in the tub, letting all the body heat he’s feeling die down and be flushed away with the bubbly tub water, before rinsing himself and getting out of the shower.

After drying himself up and grabbing a pair of boxer briefs from his closet, he simply wrapped a blue bathrobe around himself and made his way down. Seems the late night and early morning excitement finally made their way through his system, proven by the rather loud rumbles his stomach made. A naughty smirk suddenly appeared on his face as he saw Luke still in the house, sitting by the table, apparently eating contently.

“Aww. Did my favorite pyrokinetic wait for me before leaving? I’m touched,” he said, hugging the boy from behind, nuzzling on the boy’s neck. He gave Pete a teasing wink before continuing, “So, will you help me get my car back today?” Please say yes. Please say yes.

[Luke Pyrrhos]

As if threatening a pyrokinetic could even make an effect, especially one in his right mind. Zac mentioned that he'd try to keep all of this a secret, but then again, it was one word that Luke was more worried about, and know Zac, there really wasn't any guarantee that he would actually keep his word. "Try," was that magic word. Of course, Mr. Animal-Man could probably be swayed one way or another with Luke's own special abilities. After Zac had his way with Luke's ear, before heading to the loo, Luke pushed him off a bit, but held his arm with one hand and with the other, held in the air, mentioning as if in passing to Zac, "Of course, I could find a way to make you keep it quiet," and with that he lit a ball of fire in his hands. With all of that time he'd been at Hammel, he'd at least learned how to turn on and off his super-abilities, and with a wink to Zac, his fire was extinguished, and at that, he headed downstairs to chow down on some free food.

-xxx-

About a whole forty-five minutes later, who sauntered down the stairs other than the lovely Animal Boy himself, full of snide comments and sarcasm, but Luke could handle that. First, he noted that he'd caught on to Luke's BS comment about class, hence why Luke had yet to leave. But then he had to mention why Luke hadn't left yet, and assumed it was to wait for his Prince Charming, but Luke had an explanation all of his own. With a mouth half full of food, he said, "Nah, haven't left yet because of all this food lovely Pete made for me." He gave a big thumbs up to the butler-dude, and then continued to scarf and swallow down what was on his plate. With nearly everything finished off of his plate, he looked back up at Zac and gestured at a chair, "Why don't ya come sit down and have Petey-boy make you some breakfast? Its delicious!"

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[Zachary LaRousse]

“Hot,” laughed Zac as Luke threatened him with a fireball, “And kinky. Keep doing that and I might just hump you in public.” It may seem like he didn’t take Luke’s warning seriously, but he did. He just doesn’t see the point of showing himself to be scared and shaken to the Greek boy. It’s boring and unnecessary. In fact, in his opinion, Luke showing himself what he could do should Zac not try is unnecessary. He’s been in enough skirmishes to know that Luke doesn’t really take those who cross him too lightly. And that even a rhino’s thick skin or an armadillo’s protective plates isn’t enough to prevent him from getting seriously injured from a pyrokinetic’s rage. It might protect him from a bit, but it’ll get through some time or the other. That and the fact that fighting with the Greek would singe all his clothes. This is why he doesn’t like pyros too much.

-xxx-

Just forty-five minutes away from him and the whole moody, sulky, brooding Luke turned into one bubbly kid? He must say, he was amused. Heck, the boy didn’t even shove him off his shoulder or something. So despite the weird look Pete’s now giving him (he did tell the ‘butler-dude’ that he and Luke are nothing really, just two drunk schoolmates who happen to be at the same party at the same time), he continued to snuggle around Luke, just to see how long he can continue this act. “Pete, did you put weed in this stuff? Why is Mr. Sternface now smiling at me? I find it really weird,” he teased.

Arms curled tightly around Luke’s waist still, he gave Pete a cheeky smile and said, “May I please have a plate too? If Wukeypoo says it’s delicious, it must’ve been quite the treat really.” If he hadn’t known any better, he’d say the Greek is drunk once again. “So Wukey, what are your plans for today? And don’t give me that bs about having classes again,” he asked, letting out a sigh a few seconds after he spoke, “I just hope the dorm won’t say anything to Dad about me not returning last night. I can’t be grounded yet again.”

[Luke Pyrrhos]

At the mention of getting grounded, Luke almost choked on the last of his scrambled egg. Clearing his throat and still laughing, he mustered a throaty, "You still get grounded? How old are you? Nine?" Now that would certainly add a nasty twist to it all if the animal boy was really that young, and would make things all that more nasty. But of course Luke knew that that wasn't true, not in the least bit, at least not literally. Zac could surely act immature and childish, but he wasn't literally that age.

Poor kid, maybe daddy and mommy would find out about this particular event from the Hammel staff, although Luke found no reason for this, since it wasn't like the kid was missing for 24 hours yet (that's how long you should wait until you call the missing persons line), nor did they ever call Luke's parents if Luke didn't show up sleeping pleasantly in his dorm room or come back to Hammel after a crazy night or a party. He'd always show up eventually, and Zac should know that he'd be fine, despite how much Luke wanted to give him a hard time about being treated like such a child. "Dude, they're not going to call you out because you didn't go to your dorm. This isn't preschool. They understand that if you had a crazy night and you went home somewhere, as long as you come back, I don't think you should worry all that much. Unless mum and dad have a camera teddy bear in your dorm room, making sure you come back home. Calm down kiddo, as long as you go to their classes, they don't really care."

He had finally finished his plate, and pushed it out in front of him, used his napkin to wipe off his face, and got up to go clean it. Sure, butlers were nice, but he didn't feel like he needed one. He had a family much bigger than this to take care of, as a man of the house, in Greece, and they certainly had no butlers. Just worked together to get things done, and that's what he'd do here. This was just another area where Zac and Luke disagreed on. He even made sure that Pete didn't try to help him or assist him, assuring him that he could perfectly well do it himself.

After washing the dishes, he went back over to the chair in which he was sitting in, and leaned forward on his arms on the table, looking straight ahead towards the window where the sun was shining through into this modern household that somewhat reminded him of home. Yet still, this place had a bit of cold, bitterness that made him feel quite alienated from everything else. Then again, it was a LaRousse household, one of many.

He spoke in answering Zac's question. "Actually, I'd like to go get some plants, and no don't think pot. I'm talking about some ferns and such. I'm thinking of converting my dorm room into a greenhouse, since the temperature is hot enough for one. All we need is water and sunlight and viola. Plus, I can make it look more like home or Greece, and everyone loves warm, tropical places, don't they?" He smiled as he thought of the bright blue waters of Greece, the high cliffs on which white stone houses were perched in clumps. And then he thought of his all-too modern house in Miami, Florida, the one his mother fell in love with, and the one where they lived now, or at least his mum and dad. His sister was attending school down there, and had only two more years to go. Which left Luke with two years left to get out of here, hopefully it would be sooner than that. Then he'd not just return to his second home in Miami, but pack his bags and go back to his real home, his family and his life, in Greece.

"Anyway, kiddo, what are you plans today?"

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[Zachary LaRousse]

“Harhar, very funny Luke. How did you get to be so witty?” answered Zac, eagerly stuffing himself with the aromatic and equally delicious dish Pete has prepared. Indeed, as simple as it may seem, the blend of tastes was truly exquisite. “Surprised you got fucked into submission by a nine-year old last night Luke?” Zac was definitely not too dense to miss the tease and slight insult Luke threw in his seemingly innocent question, but the food was enough to keep him calm and satisfied. And besides, he might be immature, but he’s not that immature. Surely he can let Luke have this, just this once. “I mean grounded, like literally,” he explained as he munched on the eggs, “I usually have private plane privileges and all that. Since Dad’s found out that I’ve been ‘naughty’, he suspended such privileges until end of December, I think. So yeah, no shopping in Milan, Seoul or Tokyo for me any time soon.” True to form, Zac isn’t one to shy away from bragging about his rather lavish lifestyle.

As much as he’d like to agree with Luke, things are just a little bit different when it comes to him and his dad. Mostly because of his mom’s untimely (and still mysterious) death. “You don’t know my Dad,” he said blankly, absentmindedly playing with his food using his fork, “I mean, I know he only wants to know that I’m safe and all that, but ever since Mom died, he’s been extra protective. And by extra I mean extra.” His eyes widened to emphasize how ‘extra’ really is. “Weird really. On one hand, he’s supportive of me and my endeavors, and yet on the other he’s like a stalking hawk, ready to swoop down at any moment.” With his powerful precognitive abilities and widespread connections, it doesn’t take much for him to locate his son and know about his whereabouts any day.

He cocked his eyebrows when Luke stood up and went to the sink. Is he really going to- he didn’t even get the chance to finish his question, as Luke readily fought with Pete about who’s going to do who. In the end Zac simply gave Pete a smile, which signaled the man to simply let the pyrokinetic have his way, and laughed. “You just love insisting that you’re much greater a gentleman than I am, don’t you Wuke?” he teased.

“Plants?” He never did think of Luke as one with a green thumb. For one, he’s a fire breather; and it’s rather common knowledge that grass and fire never mix with one another. And besides, Luke just seems so…far off from the whole gardening scene. Then again Zac has secrets of his own (namely his secret stash of stuffed animals), so who was he to judge. “Greece is indeed lovely. Been there only once or twice though. You should give me a tour sometime,” he mused, nodding his head in agreement. And he doesn’t know anything in the dormitory rules prohibiting turning one’s dorm room into a jungle, so as long as Luke’s tropical plants don’t die due to the harsh Vermont weather, he thinks it might just work.

“Me? I’m thinking of getting my car back first,” he chuckled. Hopefully it’s still in one piece when he gets it back from wherever. “And then I was planning on bumming out the whole Saturday before returning to Hammel. But it seems like going plant-hunting with you would be a much more productive plan.” Finishing his meal with the last bite, he got up and gave the plate to Pete. And no, he’s not planning on washing it, despite the Greek god’s guy’s showcase. “Figured it’ll be my little thanks for bringing me here last night and simply not leaving me behind the party. Unless of course you have a ride of your own and you’d rather not associate with me anymore.”

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Luke listened to what Zac had to say as he moaned about his dad's hard treatment. It was interesting, because he was complaining as if Luke himself had never been treated that way by his dad, as if he had it all easy all the time. If that was so, he wouldn't have as much discipline as he did, although he didn't let on too easily. Yeah, Luke had a stern father, and a grandfather just the same. His mum was a wee bit of a pushover, but Luke never really emanated her that much. He seemed to stick with his grandmother a wee bit more than the mother who made him move from his little slice of heaven and end up here. No, she wasn't really his cup of tea. And yes, they had money, a great bit of it, because his father knew how to be frugal, and to put his foot down. So all this talk didn't really add to anything positive about their interesting relationship. One second he was happy and easy going, and the next he was hot-headed; that's just what you got for sleeping with a pyro.

Changing topics, Luke heard Zac say something about retrieving his car, unless Luke had a better way of shopping for plants. Well shit, they'd have to walk back to that bloody club and get it. Honestly, Luke wouldn't be the least bit surprised if his dear rival's car was bashed in completely. Perhaps his animalistic tendencies could have got the better of him, and caused some fights, now that would have been fun to see. But at the same time, a rather foreign feeling of guilt for feeling that. NO. Nooo way was he turning into a softie for this kid. No way in frickin' hell. Brushing that aside, he nodded at the suggestion, figuring it would be better to go and get the darned thing so that they could get on with their day. "Fine. I suppose we have no other way. I should get my clothes then?" He gestured to the stairs, running up to go and fetch them. Too bad he hadn't brought a bag or anything with him, that way it didn't look too obvious. And if they didn't smell too bad of alcohol and cigarette smoke and piss, maybe he would have just worn those instead of these all too fashionable items that Zac had in his closet. Well, there could be things arranged.

Coming down stairs, he announced, "So here's the deal. I go with you to get your car. If there's a problem, I'll handle it. But don't think I'm being Mr. Knight in Shining Armor, at least not to you. I just have my ways of handling things. Then, I say you pay me back by taking me to a goddamn mall or somewhere where I can buy something that doesn't look too metro, you catch my drift? Then, then I want to get my ferns. Kapish?"

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[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac’s father isn’t really as stern as Zac draws him out to be. He might be a bit overprotective, but when it comes to smothering and doting his only son, there’s no equal really. (Which is why Zac is completely baffled about his father’s unrelenting stance on plane suspension; he thinks it’s his dad way of saying that he can still control his son, given that his uncle gave his father quite the lecture again a few months ago). His mother is actually the disciplinarian of the two, teaching Zac all about frugality and learning how not to rely on servants too much, as she’s born of a middle-class family unlike his father. Her methods would’ve worked really, had it not been for untimely death. It would’ve been quite the sight to see Zac being all thrifty and nice instead of his braggy, asshole self.

True to form, Zac doesn’t really care if his car gets stolen or destroyed. True, he’ll be pissed for at least a few minutes, but would then come to his senses and phone his father to send him another set of wheels, similar if not exactly the same as the one he’s lost. Granted he still isn’t tired of that one yet. “Thanks Wukey. You’re a real pal,” he laughed, giving the Greek a light punch on the side. Unlike Luke, Zac isn’t exactly distressed about the ‘softness’ he feels for the guy, probably because he doesn’t really care. To him, being all bubbly and cheery after sleeping together isn’t really something new, despite being at each other’s throats for a few years already. As long as he doesn’t burn anything, Zac would be nice to him (and rewinding what had happened last night one more time in his head, he’s actually surprised the pyrokinetic didn’t set anything on fire with the rate they’re going; seems meta’s losing grip of their powers during times of great pleasure is just a myth after all).

He was happily munching on some cookies Pete just baked when Luke came down, bunch of dirty clothes in one hand. Indeed, going out in town like that, heck in school like that, was way too obvious that something happened between them. “I think I have a couple of knapsacks you can use upstairs if you want,” he shook his head, trying to keep his laughter in. “Whoever said you were my Knight-in-Shining-Armor anyway? Of anything, I’d like you to be my Knight-WITHOUT-any-Armor.” Sorry Luke, you’d just have to get used to all his teasing, at least for now. He’s just savoring everything now, seeing that he can’t make much jokes when they get back to school without implicitly saying that something happened between them. “Why? What’s wrong with my clothes anyway? Little Wukey a little too suffocated back there?” His arm went forward as if aiming to grope Luke, but halted when he’s around a centimeter or so from his target, chuckling wildly at his teasing.

“Anyway, the plan works for me. Let me get dressed first and grab you a bag, then we’re good to go.” He stopped midway through the stairs and asked, chuckling as he contorted his face to assume a ‘puppy pout’, “Y’sure we can’t do a round two first?”

[Luke Pyrrhos]

"In. Your. Dreams." Luke stuck his hand and covered Zac's face as he pushed him away and put on his coat. "I'll be waiting down here. Lets get going." With that he looked at his watch and it read, "11:15," Alright, I'll give him 10 minutes. Then..I'm going to have to tell Pete to go on up there and fetch the boy. Hopefully Zac wouldn't be jacking off to Beyonce or any of the like for too long. Hell he wouldn't be surprised if the kid listen to Lady Gaga and Rhianna and all of those .. 'artists'. Luke really hated that kind of music, as they called it. THose people weren't artists his mind, just sex idols and marketing mannequins. Now when you found some real artists with a story behind every song, then that was when you had something to listen to. None of that rubbish that you hear on the Top 40's. At least, that's not what he'd jack off to if he had a choice.

Despite the fact that things had happened last night, Luke still had a very hard time either believing that all Zac said was true, nor did he credit him much better than before they met at the party. He was his archenemy, his rival, you name it, that was his relationship to him. It was just natural for Luke not to want to be involved with him, at least in normal sense of mind. Still, Luke noticed that Zac's attitude towards him had changed a bit, ever so slightly. Surely, there was the elephant in the room, and Zac did what he did best, painted it pink and made it even more obvious than already stated. The gropes, the "Wukey's", the benevolent yet mischievous attitude, that was all pretty new. But then again, Zac really didn't seem to hate his guts all that much, and wasn't attempting to totally embarrass him, although giving a good effort at it. It would take more than that to really bring Luke to his knees, no pun intended.

Luke put his dirty clothing down by the door on the hard, cool stone floor and decided to take another gander of the house that was so similar to his, although it was a place that Luke doubted he'd ever come back to. How was it that they had so much in common and still hated each other so much? Guess it didn't have to do with money that brought people together, it seemed more of a thing that tore them apart, more often than not. Luke didn't have airplanes, or butlers, that's just not how he was raised, but there were no woulda-shoulda-couldas in that sense. He believes in his heart that he had one of the best childhoods that life could offer, no need for all that fru-fru stuff that was extra. In his mind, it distracted you from the rest of your world, your life, your family. Still, hell, maybe the kid got on just fine with his dad, and did get along well with his mom too, when she was here. In short, it showed that people, rich as they were, had a lot of differences that would drive them apart more often than not.

From the room he was standing in now, the study on the first floor (how many there were, Luke would never know, and the reason for so many, he wouldn't know either. It wasn't like he saw Pete as a big worker, or Zac as a big studier), the sun was bleeding through the bamboo blinds, tryting to pry its way into the room. And, as this room looked pretty abandoned, sans piles of papers or lots of books all over the place, Luke thought it fitting to let the sun win. He opened up the blinds and had to squint when it all came flooding through. The sun shone even brighter, it seemed, when it reflected off of the white thin layer of snow outside. But still, it was beautiful. He'd probably even get his ten essential minutes of Vitamin D while he waited for the kid.

That kid.. Zac. Luke shook his head at the notion that they were even at a talking level of acceptance. It was amazing how much people could change depending on the circumstance. Sure, they weren't going to be best buds, not a shot in a million, but they were talking like mates..or maybe it would all fade once Zac got out of sight from his ever so kind butler, Pete. Then he'd go back to the annoying twat that he usually was. Then again, Luke still needed to rescue his car for him, and they were even supposed to do stuff afterwards. Interesting... Life could change in an instant.

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[Zachary LaRousse]

“You are such a tease Wukey,” Zac laughed, sticking his tongue out at Luke before continuing his trek up the stairs and to his room.

As much as I would like to let this one slide, Zac insists that people know that indeed, he does have albums of the said singers in his iTunes library (take note, not just simple songs, but albums), it doesn’t mean that he patronize them, or even more, wank to them. If anything, he says, he only got them because he has to keep up with the times; he does agree with the whole ‘the music industry has degenerated over the years’ and all that, but he believes that if he wants to keep his perceived ‘top dog’ status, he must keep up with what is supposedly ‘hip’, from clothing choices to music singles. His fascination of the artists begins and ends with their songs, he says. If he should jack off to someone in his supposedly brief alone time, he says it would most rather be to Luke, seeing that he still can’t get over their totally unexpected encounter and Luke’s denial about it even happening is making him horny as hell.

Unlike Luke, Zac doesn’t really see anything wrong with the way he’s acting and all that. Granted he might be a little biased as he doesn’t really judge himself too heavily, but really, him acting all playful and teasing to his archrival isn’t really something new, to him at least. Over the years, he’s learned that he doesn’t need to act all gruff and irritated whenever he’s faced with his supposed rivals. Nope, instead of being all moody and serious, he can actually be more playful and teasing (as his personality, no matter how dark he wants it to be, is more on the bright side really) – it’s more fun that way, he says. Well, maybe the whole nickname-giving and ‘accidental’ groping might be new to Luke, as Zac hasn’t really spent much time with the pyrokinetic as he did with his other ‘nemeses’, but he can assure Luke that he’s not really acting out of character. Just ask poor DeeDee (JD) on how he likes to grope the boy’s ‘manly chest’ and embarrass the hell out of the guy whenever he sees him.

Absentmindedly slipping out of his robe and throwing it on top of the bed, he casually walked towards his closet, marked by the twin sliding doors in the far-left corner of the room. Punching a code on the display beside it, it didn’t take long for the said doors to open automatically and reveal Zac’s enormous collection of shirts, pants, shoes and clothing accessories. Indeed, as he walked inside the said closet, one would think it’s more of a mini-room than a mere room add-on really. Pete would happily tell you how the cabinet was a new upgrade, stemming from the time Zac was forced to remove some of his stuff from his dorm suite a few months back (when his new roommates arrived, that is; apparently the Prince was using the then-vacant rooms as his private closets). He was happily taking his time, looking from rack to rack, asking himself if he’d look good at it or not (which, coming from such an egotistic brat, was always a ‘yes’), but when he realized that a hot-headed, probably short-tempered and impatient pyrokinetic was waiting for him downstairs, he decided to haste, at least for a bit. After a while, he decided on wearing a pair of black (extremely) skinny jeans, military boots and a vest, topped with a black fedora[/url]. He grabbed a brown sling bag before heading off, going down the stairs with a small skip in his step.

After asking Pete where his beloved Greek went, Zac found himself in one of the house’s studies, rooms neither Zac nor Pete use often really. “Hey there sexy! Brooding again I see?” he laughed as he jumped behind Luke, his arms effortlessly curling around his neck. “Here, I brought you a bag,” continued the boy as he waved the said item in front of Luke’s face, effectively blocking the sun, “No need to thank me. I’m just so awesome like that.” Taking advantage of the situation, he gave the Greek a playful hip thrust, cracking up afterwards, before dragging the boy outside. “Come on, we don’t have all day dear Sir. You can enjoy the sun afterwards.” He gave Pete a lively wave as they left, his arm wrapped around one of Luke’s as if he’s holding on for dear life.[/font]

[Luke Pyrrhos]

"Aren't you going to be a little cold in that? I know I'm warm and everything, but I don't expect you to ride piggy back as we get there. Grab a coat before you leave." Yes, Luke knew for a fact that he had an exceptionally high body temperature. And yes, he knew that Zac had a tendency to hold tight to him basically anywhere on his body, either intoxicated or not, but Luke knew that he wouldn't be able to keep with that the entire time they were outside. It may be a short-ish walk to the car, but wouldn't the boy freeze? He'd rather see him wearing proper clothing. Although, Luke was sure that he himself would be able carry that outfit quite well, but Zac did alright too.

He was being stubborn, and although Zac was clasping his arms around him as if for dear life, trying to pull him out of the door, Luke insisted he get a coat..but the kid didn't look like he was willing to do so. Reluctantly, because he knew exactly how it would look, Luke offered up his own coat for Zac. It should fit him just fine, they had about the same body shape, height, and structure, after all, although Luke figured he was a bit fitter than Zac..but that was the pride and cockiness coming in. "There, now I'm forcing you to wear my coat. I have the benefit of extreme warmth, you don't. Just remember to give it back to me. I'll need it eventually." He was being such a softy, and he could only imagine how Zac would respond to it, but with a roll of his eyes and a relaxation of his muscles, his body gave way to the direction of which Zac was pulling him. With a wave to Pete who was standing right behind them, trying to close the door, they were off, heading down the road to go recover Zac's car.

It should only be a few blocks, approximately. From the glimpses that Luke's memory spared him, it really didn't seem that long to begin with, so it would only take them about ten minutes tops. Luke threw the bag of dirty clothing over his shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets, squinting at the bright sun ahead of them. The road was roughly uphill from here, and the bar/club shouldn't be that much farther. They were heading away from residential to commercial, and soon enough, the first city bank appeared across the street from them, and soon after, every other small town store began appearing. "Hey, do you remember the bar's name where we were last night..or whatever it was?" Once they figured that part out, they should be able to sink through an alleyway to the parking lot in the back instead of walking around the entire city block to get to the other side of the building. Nor did he want to walk through the place again, as he feared it would strike a chord in his memory and he'd suddenly remember it all. No..walking in small places was a much better shot.

"I think we're almost there. Does this place look familiar to you? It looks to me to be the right place."

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[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac simply laughed at the, in his eyes, motherly concern Luke’s been showing him lately. Last night he brought him home. Then earlier he agreed to help him get his car back. Now he’s bugging him to wear a coat as he’ll be cold. “If I knew any better Wukey, I’d say you’re trying to be my boyfriend now, are you?” he teased as he grabbed the coat and put it on himself. “That or you just want to steal a grope from me. Because your prudish self can’t accept the fact that you’re so hot for me right now.” Sorry ‘bout that Luke. He just isn’t going to let that go so easily. Not when he’s having so much fun drawing up wrong conclusions and shoving it in the Greek’s face.

Despite all his teasing, Zac actually appreciated the coat-offering gesture. He really forgot to get a decent jacket for himself, and was much too eager to set off that he didn’t even bother going back to his closet and grabbing one. The cold weather is proving itself to be quite powerful really, as Zac found himself still clinging on to Luke for warmth despite having the coat draped over him already. And no, apparently he forgot that he can go polar bear and have that slight cold immunity the said mammals possess.

Truth be told, Zac had no idea where they’re going. He had vague memory of going through these roads (as he probably took a different path going to the said club; he did come from Hammel the night before) and was really relying on Luke for directions. “I honestly don’t know,” he shrugged when asked about the club’s name. “I was drunk remember? Apparently it has the power to erase memories too. Whoever said you always need Dr. Neville to have some dark and bleary memory erased hasn’t encountered the power of alcohol.” Not that Zac’s planning to go drunk whenever he encounters a problem anyway. The beer belly’s a bit too much of a consequence for him to risk it. “I can make myself remember the way if you want to. Granted I wasn’t asleep when you were carrying me back home.”

He forced Luke to stop for a bit, closed his eyes, and concentrated. Unlike his previous elephant memory tapping, the club-memory would be a bit of a challenge, as it happened almost twelve hours ago (unlike when he tapped on their love-making memory, which was relatively fresh considering he did it first thing in the morning). He could feel the small headache forming as he tapped into the elephant and started shifting through all the memories, the sheer magnitude of the details in each scene slowly overwhelming his mind. His grip on Luke’s arm became a bit too strong, as he could feel his knees weakening from the strain already and he doesn’t want to suddenly collapse in the street. “Rats,” he said after a while, finally opening his eyes, “I’ve been half-asleep through the trek. I got glimpses here and there, but nothing substantial to be used.” Though he could say that they were in the right track by cross-referencing certain details with his memories. “But I did manage to pluck the name of the club out,” he smiled, telling Luke what he knew.

“I think we should turn right at the intersection over there,” he said as he pointed straight ahead, forcing a smile on his face as he felt himself weakening from the use of his power. He should really start training himself for the mental capabilities of his power and not just the physical ones.


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- Jam