A Well Needed Distraction [Zac]

[Misato Hazukashi]

When Moe had returned to Hammel after his brother's hospital visit, he had expected everything to be the same. For his dorm to be there waiting for him. For his friends to greet him with open arms and for Vincent to come and surprise him with flowers and chocolates just like he used to before he'd had to go.

Unfortunately, rumours spread faster than Vincent found out that the little brunette had returned, and Misato had decided that he wanted absolutely no truck with a man who had no fidelity, and had clearly practically burst at the seams to screw someone else before Moe had even touched down in Tokyo airport (or at least that's how he saw it). Avoiding Vincent was harder than Moe thought, since he seemed to be everywhere he went, and it drove him bonkers. Though the rumours had also mentioned Zac in the mix, the brunette was pretty sure that he wasn't the one who was a cheating, lying, disgusting, vile... who was at fault.

So, it was time to move on, dust off his pretty black and red dress, and find himself a new place in Hammel.

The first step Moe took was to invite Zac to one of his favourite coffee shops near the mall and ask him to help him choose a permanent apartment in Pilot Ridge - so he no longer had to stay in the dorms. The less time he had to spend in Hammel outside of his classes, the better, and less likely it was that he'd have to see Vincent and resist the urge to beat him to death with whatever was at hand.

So there he was, swinging his legs back and forth with his little pink laptop open in front of him, waiting for Zac to show up so he could be pleasantly distracted, sort out where he was going to live from now on... and maybe do a bit of retail therapy. Indeed, Moe couldn't think of anything better than coffee, shopping and a big dose of Zac's sense of humour. And his cuddles. Moe really needed those right now.

[Zachary LaRousse]

For the most part, Zac tries his best to distance himself from Moe and his affairs. It’s not that he has anything against the sweet teen (‘cause really, how can anyone think ill of ‘official’ Hammel fairy?) but it’s just that he gets a little tongue-tied when he’s around Moe. And no, even before anyone asks, it’s not the I’m-so-in-love-and-I-can’t-find-the-right-words-to-say type of tongue-tied; it’s actually more of the I-don’t-know-which-pronoun-to-use-for-you type of thing really. Aside from being one of the sweetest persons Zac’s ever met, Moe also has that fragile air around him, and Zac just doesn’t want to upset the boy by mixing him up with who he really is. (And the fact that, for the most part, Moe’s been associated with Verax didn’t help much either. As it was, Zac would’ve preferred the goth boy at bay, and he had this notion that mingling with the fairy a little too much would attract the then unwanted Vincent attention).

Which explains his initial hesitation when he was approached by the fairy out of the blue a few days ago (where did Moe vanish into anyway?). Fear of hurting Moe because of his words aside, the offer did strike him as a little odd. Though he’s quite ‘casual’ with Moe – ‘casual’ enough to wave at him and call him ‘Moenster’ whenever they’d pass by each other along the halls – he doubts he’d do well as the boy’s shopping partner. Ember would’ve been a better choice, or Emma even. But when he heard that the trip had something to do with distracting the adorable teen from his Vincent woes (so the split was true?), he finally agreed. And besides, those angry-hurt-sad-yet-still-adorable eyes were hard to say no to anyway.

“How’s my favorite butterfly today?” said Zac as he approached the teen, smiling brightly as he did. He made it a point to arrive early this time; Moe was just special like that. He promptly sat on the chair across the teen and playfully pinched the boy’s nose bridge. “So sorry, my alarm clock didn’t ring on time. Have you been waiting long?” he asked, clasping his hands together and putting them on top of the table, “So, where to first?”

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ooc:
Sorry if it is a bit late Zuzu. And a bit crappy. >.<
- Jam

[Misato Hazukashi]

It wasn't "Official" that they had broken up, no, but Moe had pretty much assumed that Vincent putting his end in other people was a sure sign that their relationship was going nowhere. Moe's little heart breaking into tiny tiny pieces just made him more sure that he was never ever going to let the goth boy do anything like that EVER again.

Perking when he heard Zac's familiar footsteps through the cafe, Moe giggled at the nose grab and wiggled in his chair. "Zaczac!" He said as brightly as he could, throwing his tiny arms around the taller boy and cuddling him eagerly. "I'm... okay." He ventured, not sure if he believed the words himself either, nose wrinkling up slightly. "I've not been waiting long!" The little brunette pushed over his pink laptop till it was in front of Zac, then sighed, flicking through browser tabs despondantly. "Zaczac, I want to find a flat. And you're smart and know things about living here... so could you help me find one that I could stay in and make my own?"

Moe's eyes settled on Zac expectantly, the dark brown looking positively sorrowful and doe-like. "I just don't want to be on campus too much... not with him around." The boy's voice turned into a broken sigh, head downturned. Then, almost as quickly as the sadness brewed, he snapped back and looked defiant. "Is it because I'm not pretty enough, Zaczac? Or not manly enough? Maybe... No." Again, stubborn defiance flared in the little Japanese boy's eyes. Clearing his throat and putting a tiny hand to his mouth, he huffed, looked away, then righted himself, a smile back on his face. "Lets have coffee first, Zac-sama. Then you can tell me all about what happened at Hammel while I was away."

The brunette nodded to himself, then wiggled a little pinky finger over at the waitress, hailing her over, his little face still a mixture of disguised anguish and sadness. Still, at least Vincent wont be showing up here any time soon - I think Moe would burst into tears.

[Zachary LaRousse]

A soft giggle escaped the young teen’s mouth when he suddenly found himself trapped between Moe’s arms, his eyes turning into upside-down moon crescents in delight. While hugs aren’t that much foreign to him (he’s very much used to ‘touchy-feely’ people, especially since he claims to be one himself), there’s just something about the way Moe gives away those hugs that make you feel all tingly inside. And again, it’s not that kind of tingly, but more of a sincere and truthful care that strikes you straight to the core. Why this sweet kid chose that rowdy manslut is still beyond him really. “Haha. You’re still as perky as ever Moenster. I love it,” he said as he gave the boy’s head a light pat when he was finally free of the hug, “Where did you vanish off to anyway? Vin-I mean Sammy said (or rather spread the rumor) that you were abducted by aliens or something.”

His eyes widened at Moe’s request. While the compliment was very much welcomed (the boy lives on compliments and adoration after all), he could hardly say his ‘smartness’ extends to apartment searching. If anything, he always gets everything served to him on a silver platter. He just have to think about anything, phone his father, then bam, it gets shipped to Pete’s house in a week or so. “This would be hard,” he mumbled to himself, sighing as he leaned back and scratched his head. He simply can’t leave Moe hanging, not when the boy called him smart. “Oh yeah Pete!” he suddenly shouted, recoiling back to the table with a huge grin on his face. He quickly grabbed his phone and began dialing his housekeeper’s number. “Moe, you have anything specific that you’d want your flat to have? Like, say on top of a building or with a garden or something?” he asked, “I mean, I could get someone to narrow down our choices for us so we’ll have an easier time when we drive around town later.” What would Zac do without Pete really?

He gulped slightly when Moe started rambling, for the lack of a better term. While he was all for helping the boy be distracted from his worries, he’s not really sure he can help him in terms of all that mushy-emotional stuff. (Especially when he might have something to do with Vincent’s alleged infidelity). “Hey don’t say that,” he finally spoke, trying to reach out and give the boy a friendly pat on the back, “You’re pretty Moe. You don’t have to look manly for people to like you.” He tried to give him what he sees to be a warm smile, then winked, “I mean, if I didn’t know you were already taken, I might’ve just asked you out already.” He gave Moe another playful pinch on the cheek and waited for the waitress to come take their order.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe smoothed the ruffles of his skirt down and quietly murmured his order to the waitress, before turning back to Zac, head tilted. "My brother was sick." He said sadly, staring down at his lap. "He'd gotten malaria on a school trip..." The little brunette looked over at Zac, his fingers tangling up in his hair. "So Mumma and Papa called for me, just in case he didn't..." The boy's voice broke, and he let out a whimper. "But he got better... Hammel said I could go, I'd just need to make up the term I missed."

As the coffees set down in front of the pair of them, Misato sipped on it greedily, happy to do something else instead of talk about painful things. Listening to Zac curiously, he sighed and chewed on his straw. "Well... I want a little garden... and a nice open plan living area. Maybe two bedrooms? And the ability to decorate the flat. So that has to be in the lease somewhere." He rambled, tilting his head and frowning as Zac picked up his phone and dialed a number. "That's not too much, right?" He ventured, touching the other boy's hand nervously. "Papa says he'll pay for the lease for me."

When Zac remarked that Moe was pretty, the little brunette blushed and pretended to be interested in the floor. Mumbling something under his breath, Misato's delicate hands rubbed at his cheeks to force the blush away, teeth knitting in his lip. "Zaczac, you're so kind and sweet. Thank you." He added softly, leaning over and giving the smug teen a little kiss on the cheek. "Zac is handsome and clever too~" He added coyly, before continuing to drink his coffee, reaching to show Zac some of the flats he'd been looking at.

"I like this one but it's not got a garden. And this one is already under offer." A sad little pout popped up on Moe's red glossed lips. He just wanted somewhere nice to stay, and maybe another of Zac's nice compliments - he liked those too.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac gulped rather loudly when Moe told his story. While he isn’t one for sympathy towards others, he wouldn’t deny that he felt bad for what had happened to the boy. He would’ve packed his bags and left school should something happen to his dad too, or to Cedric for that matter. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible, even grabbing Moe’s hands and squeezing it lightly (that works in movies, right?), “But at least he’s all better now, right? And don’t worry, I’ll try to help you catch up. I’m smart remember?” It might be a bit breezy coming from him, but Zac does try to stay on top of his class for most of his courses (darn History for barely giving him an A- really). Also, knowing that Vincent had cheated while his boyfriend’s on such a noble mission, and that he might have been involved in the goth’s infidelity, made the boy feel guilty (who knew he was capable of such an emotion really?). “Know what,” he smiled, idea suddenly popping in his head, “We should buy something for him today. My treat. Send him, err, a continue-getting-well gift or something.” Hopefully that’ll make the sweet fairy smile again (thereby making the sinking feeling he’s got alleviate, even for a bit).

“A garden, nice living area, two bedrooms, can be decorated upon your will. Got it,” the boy repeated blankly as he tried to store it in his memory so he’d know what to tell Pete later. He promptly dialed his trusty housekeeper’s number and waited for him to pick up, unconsciously grabbing his drink and taking a sip. As expected, his tongue was almost burnt. “Fuck,” he mumbled, almost dropping the cup and spilling his drink on him. Then he remembered Moe’s just in front of him and quickly apologized. “Sorry ‘bout that Moe. Guess I’m not so smart as I thought I am.”

The smug teen certainly did not see the kiss coming. He was expecting a hug or a pinch in return for all the ones he gave Moe, but the kiss was really way out there. Granted it was a friendly peck at that, but still it was different. He’d probably be swatted away if he did that to anyone else. “Surprise me with kisses like that Moenster and I might just kiss you back. And as they say, my lips have the power to make people forget,” he joked, winking seductively in Moe’s direction. Nothing’s wrong with some friendly flirting, right? “And don’t worry, Pete can find stuff pretty fast. If only he’d pick up his phone now.”

[Misato Hazukashi]

As Zac spoke, little Moe's eyes lit up, and he smiled genuinely for the first time since he'd returned, his perfectly white teeth practically sparkling. "Thank you." He said softly, cupping Zac's hand with his own tiny one, and resting his cheek on it. "People say Zaczac is a rude hooligan, but Moe knows better." He added, nodding gently. At the offer of buying his brother a gift, the little brunette's face lit up, and he threw both his slender arms around Zac once more, nodding into his shoulder. "That would be nice. Thank you." He murmured into the other boy's ear, fingers tickling the back of his neck.

"Ah!" Moe yelped, grabbing the coffee securely with both hands as Zac nearly tipped it over himself, dragging it backward away from danger. "Clumsy!" He chided softly, his eyes wide. "You could have given yourself a bad burn, then we'd have to go to the hospital." Tutting gently, the little brunette blew on the coffee in a somewhat motherly way, fanning it to cool it down for his friend. "Zaczac has a tongue owie now?" He asked, rummaging around in his little messenger bag for his little portable fan.

Then Zac's somewhat sly compliment came in and the brunette nearly fell off his chair, face glowing. "If Pete-sama is as smart as the Zac, then things will be okay." He mumbled, licking his lips nervously. "... Someone once said Moe gives the best kisses and the best... ... " The Japanese teen's voice dropped "S...sex ever. But he was a liar." Moe said stubbornly, tossing his hair back and resting his cheek on Zac's shoulder. "When we're done with coffee... we'll try Pete again and if he doesn't pick up Zac can get dressed up by Moe at the mall!" Well, Zac's definitely providing a distraction, though not quite the sort of one Misato was expecting.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Seeing Moe smile helped lighten his guilt up a little. Confessing his sins might be the best way there is to take this huge load off his chest, but he’s having none of it. He figures it’ll break the sweet teen’s heart more. Especially when Moe seems to look at him with such adoration and awe. So in the mean time, he’d settle for small things like this. It’s easier this way, he says. “Well, Zaczac isn’t really rude, but he definitely is a hooligan. But he’s like Robin Hood, only richer and a whole lot hotter.” The reference may be a bit obscure, but that’s Zac for you. “How old is he anyway? Does he like toy trucks and airplanes, or does he prefer PS3s and the like?” he asked, giggling slightly at the ticklish sensation he felt around his back.

He chuckled in amusement at how sweet the boy really is. He knew Moe was sweet but he never expected this much from a teen. It was mind blowing really. “Zaczac hates hospitals, he is scared of needles,” he joked, sticking his tongue out as he tried to fan it himself, “You think the Moenster could just kiss it better?” Hooray for childish delights.

“Oh Pete’s smarter than Zac alright. But he’s not as gorgeous though,” he winked, smiling brightly at Moe’s response. The smile was short-lived however, when Moe started rambling about the stuff Vincent told him and began second-guessing himself. A combination of protectiveness and guilt washed over him. He’ll have none of that. Nope, not one bit.

He promptly wrapped his arms around Moe, absentmindedly running his fingers through the boy’s hair as he waited for him to finish. “Moe, let me be the judge of that,” he said as he grabbed the teen’s chin and leaned down to plant a light peck on Moe’s lips. It was a bit forward, yes, and a bit too impulsive to beat, but he can’t think of anything that would make Moe stop devaluating himself. He figured that Moe’s not-so-official-but-likely-going-there split has shaken him to the core, thus the fairy requiring some much needed ego boost. He was just helping, that’s all. “See, that wasn’t so bad. In fact, I liked it. Moe was just so sweet.” he said as he gave the boy’s head a friendly pat. “Now no more Vin-cheated-on-me-because-I’m-nothing talk anymore, ok? Else I’d have to test that second part of your claim just to prove to you that you’re wrong.” He sent a coy wink towards Moe and gently slapped his leg.

“And I think Pete’s busy at the moment. We’ll try later then,” mentioned Zac as he placed the phone back in his pocket. He did send a text to the man though, so hopefully when he calls later Pete already has something. “That’s great. Zaczac needs new stuff for spring anyway. I got grounded so Dad cancelled all my orders for my spring wardrobe.” He took another sip off his drink, blowing it first before letting it touch his lips. Perhaps this’ll prove to be one exciting trip to the mall after all.

[Misato Hazukashi]

"Ren-kun is just two years younger than Moe." The brunette stated simply, twisting the straw around in his coffee, the ice clunking against the plastic. "He likes games, yes. His favourite is Monster Hunter... he also likes English football." He said, a small fond smile of recognition drifting over his lips. Ren often tried to get them to play football together, but Moe was admittedly terrible, and only good at kicking the ball as hard as he could. "I'm rubbish at it, but he always says I have a good foot. He's gentle." Moe adored his baby brother and had cried seeing him in that bed with tubes coming into him. "Maybe we could find him a soccer shirt?"

At Zac's admitted fear of needles, Moe wrinkled his nose a little. "Moe isn't keen on hospitals but they're important." The boy let out a little laugh. "But Zac doesn't need to go to hospital for a burnt tongue." He said softly, lifting the lid off his own coffee and pulling out one of the ice cubes. "Here." He added, pushing the cube into Zac's mouth with an encouraging smile. "That'll fix it a little."

Moe's lip trembled as Zac spoke once more, and his eyes sparkled with a faint sheen of tears. "But Za-" He began, only to be silenced by the little kiss. Cheeks positively red, a light buzzing sound in his ears, the Japanese boy flailed, biting on his lower lip. In the course of flailing and muttering little Ah, Zaczac's under his breath, the brunette upset his own coffee, and cried out when it spread angrily across the table. Scooping up his laptop, he dived for the napkins and looked shamefaced as the coffee made a beeline towards Zac's lap. "Look out!" He squeaked, practically diving hands first into Zac's crotch with napkins, just in time to stop the coffee from giving his companion the appearance of wetting himself.

Withdrawing with soggy napkins, Misato cleared his throat and tucked his hair behind his ear. "Maybe next time Zaczac wants to kiss Moemoe, he should give warning." He giggled girlishly, dabbing the rest of the coffee off the table. The words Zac had said earlier suddenly sunk in, and he looked up, doe eyed. "Uh... Zaczac wouldn't want Moe. He's... well... he's Moe." He said sheepishly, clasping his cheeks with his hands and looking ten times more adorable than normal. "And Moemoe is hard to please!" He added cheekily, tossing his hair and pushing his laptop further into his bag.

"I need new panties." He stated bluntly on his return, toeing the floor. "And some new dresses and skirts." A certain V person may have ripped one of his favourites trying to get into his panties a few months ago. "Zaczac was grounded?" Moe said curiously, peering up through his fringe. "What did you do?" The brunette began to think of varying crazy things that Zac could have done, and then realized that only Vincent would do half of those dumb things anyway.

"We'll go shopping then go househunting?" He asked simply, looking a little sadly into his now empty coffee cup. Well, at least it got Zac some crotch action.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac might not admit it out loud, but he’s dreamt about having a younger sibling before. (Yes, a younger sibling, because an older one would simply not do. Other than the fact that he already has older brother figures in Cedric and Stephen – his caretaker/nanny/butler and his ex, respectively – his pride simply can’t take someone having the ability to order him around because of his/her birthright; he’d rather have someone to smother his love with and act all protectively than have someone do that to him.) He wouldn’t say he feels jealous when people talk about their siblings, but there’s that empty feeling that lingers whenever he hears Josef say something about JD, or Eric rant about his brothers to Zac. Maybe that’s why, despite trying to project a tough, evil, lone wolf-ish image, he can’t help but take in ‘wards’ from time to time. “I could buy him a soccer field if you want.” Normally such words were said simply to show off, but he’s really sincere this time. Who knew Moe’s sweetness can do just that. “Fine. A soccer shirt it is. And maybe shoes and a new ball too. I hope they have a sports store around here somewhere.”

While he did expect the Moe to blush from his sudden kiss, he did not expect the boy to flail so much from it. Guess he took it a bit far, didn’t he? He was just about to act like nothing happened, take a good sip from his drink and all, when he heard Moe should and the next thing he knew, Moe was suddenly around his legs, the boy’s hands planted firmly around his crotch. Despite knowing that the boy’s intentions were good (and his hands had tissue covering them to beat), he couldn’t help but feel his pants tightening a bit. He so did not expect this kind of action. Hopefully Moe didn’t notice. (He isn’t one to cop a feel, isn’t he?)

Zac took a quick gulp to calm himself down after Moe stood up. Somehow, thinking about Moe in that way is making him all flushed and guilty. “Well, if I warned the MoeMoe, it wouldn’t be as fun as it was, right?” he said, changing his embarrassed and surprised expression into a more playful, flirty one. This wouldn’t lead to anywhere else, so why should he be shy, right? “How would you know? As they say, you shouldn’t judge until you’ve tasted it.” He sent a playful wink towards Moe. The more he thought about just encouraging the Moe and less about the possibility of that happening, the more comfortable he got with all that’s been happening. “And besides, Zaczac likes giving it hard.”

He laughed at the bluntness in MoeMoe’s statement. The boy’s one heck of a treasure, that’s for sure. “I know a kinky, I mean nice lingerie shop around these parts if you’re interested,” he chuckled. “I punched a guy during the Valentine’s day dance,” he said without much remorse. It’s not like he regrets doing it anyway. “But it’s all good now. I already paid for his new glasses and his medication.” While he’d normally stray away from such a thing of the past, it’s somehow distracting him from the not-so-hidden tent he currently has, so he’d rather tell Moe, in detail if he’d like, about his wonderful encounter with Alex.

He raised a hand and waved at the waitress, telling her that they’re ready to go and all that. When the bill came, he promptly took it from Moe’s hands, insisting this’ll be his treat. “So, shall we shop for panties or for little brother gifts first? Unless of course you want to give your little brother panties too,” he teased.

And yes, he is rather thankful for the crotch action earlier.

[Misato Hazukashi]

"A whole soccer field?!" Misato exclaimed, putting his hands to his mouth in disbelief. He couldn't imagine ever having that much money to throw away, even though his own family were easily well off. His father did exceptionally well at work, as did his mother, and the whole family were known for being in the comfortable category. He couldn't imagine not having his daddy pay for things or having a very comfortable amount of pocket money in his own visa card. He was even having driving lessons and a car paid for by his mum - but a whole soccer pitch... "Zaczac is so generous." He cooed, stroking Zac's arm and staring at him admiringly.

Unfortunately, Moemoe did notice that Zac was... shall we say, looking up, and decided, just like Zac to ignore it. Instead, he decided to mop away every drop of coffee on the table and then put the napkins in the nearby bin. Chewing on his lower lip, he quietly gathered up all his things and grabbed Zac's hand tightly in his own, tugging him to his feet.

"Kinky panties?" Moe asked, eyes going large, then narrowing rather coyly. "Zaczac wants to see Moe wearing tiny sexy panties?" He added in a low voice, tossing his hair back over his shoulders and walking ahead. "We'll get Ren's presents first and post them off to him as a little surprise from us, then we'll go clothes shopping." The brunette paused, looking excited. "Can Moe dress Zac-sama up? Zaczac would look so good in everything because he has the right body." He added gently, smiling.

"And maybe we should get some water for Zac to cool off with." He added coyly, pointing with a blush at Zac's crotch. "Else Zaczac might hump people's legs." Moe giggled, trotting ahead down the street, going up on tiptoes to spot a sports shop, bag slung casually over his shoulder. Some part of Moe felt a little cheered that he could get a rise out of someone, even if it was awkward. He'd only thought Vincent could find him attractive, since he was a boy... who dressed like a girl. He felt guilty though, was he technically using someone to make himself feel better?

Swallowing those thoughts, Moe finally retorted to Zac's previous comment, flirtatiously putting a hand on Zac's thigh. "Moe likes it hard." He murmured, before disappearing inside the sports shop, hips wiggling.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Thriftiness has never been Zac’s strongest suit. No matter how hard his mother tried to grind such a value in the young heir’s mind (as she herself grew, though not in poverty, but in having only enough to support herself and her small pleasures), it apparently didn’t work, as the Zac you see now is anything but frugal. Probably because of his dad’s constant spoiling of the kid – that despite his best intentions, he simply can’t say no to his son’s puppy pout (he is slowly learning how to be immune to it though, much to Zac’s chagrin). His lavish personality, combined with his arrogance, is a rather dangerous combination, as the boy’s prone to such extravagant displays of wealth. Somebody ought to teach him the value of a dollar really. “MoeMoe is so cute when he’s shocked and surprised,” Zac teased as Moe cooed, gently combing the boy’s hair with his fingers, “Maybe I should surprise him more often.” His body tingled slightly when the Japanese boy started stroking his arm, his mind wondering to places it shouldn’t really wonder, making his situation all the more noticeable.

When Moe first started sending suggestive remarks back at him, Zac was torn. Was he really flirting back? Or was it simply his way of being sweet and all? It actually took a while for Zac to digest that Moe wasn’t all that sweet and innocent as he saw him out to be (probably due to Vincent’s influence, no less), and when it finally sunk in, he felt his guilt lessen. In fact, his idea about casually flirting with Moe being a way to atone for his sins became a whole lot stronger.

“Who wouldn’t like to see Moe in tiny, sexy, kinky panties?” he smirked as he let the smaller teen lead the way. He actually didn’t know that Moe wore panties underneath his skirts until today (he actually thought the boy still wears boxers and the likes; yes, he’s a bit slow when it comes to things like that), but oddly, that didn’t put him off. In fact, it made him all the more excited. “Only if MoeMoe would let ZacZac dress him up too,” he winked back, his mind desperately trying not to fall too deep in the gutter. Darn those doe eyes really.

Should MoeMoe have caught him with a boner earlier, he would’ve been embarrassed like crazy. After all MoeMoe just a few minutes earlier was cute and innocent, hence not worthy of such a blatant display of one’s primal desires. But when Moe pointed his wood out just now, he beamed rather brightly, as if he actually wants Moe to notice. “Moe should stop being so sexy really,” he stated rather bluntly, “And don’t worry, he won’t hump other people. Just MoeMoe.”

Zac didn’t even bother the growing feeling of need once they went inside the sports shop. He promptly stood behind Moe as he looked through the aisle, placed his hands firmly on his hips and teasingly gyrated his hips towards the boy’s back. “It seems the Zaczac and the MoeMoe would get along rather nicely then,” he said with a rather sultry voice, leaning close to the boy’s ear with his mouth a little too close for comfort on the fairy’s skin.

I don’t think VinVin would be too happy about all this.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato used to be innocent. When Vincent first met him, aside from the small stash of yaoi comics he had in his drawer, he had no thoughts of rampant sex at all. Masturbation was... shall we say, a treat, rather than a necessity. Then, of course, the goth had barreled through that and turned Moe into a little nymphomaniac, albeit a very controlled, innocent looking one. So it's no surprise Zac is fooled, Moe himself seems to think he's still better than most of the horny teenagers in his year group, but he's lying to himself and everyone else around him.

"Zaczac can dress Moe up however he likes." The boy cooed as he went through the racks of soccer t-shirts, his deft little hands moving across the shirts. "Mm, what about this one?" He asked curiously, lifting the shirt up for Zac to see, head tilted. Of course, the grinding was keeping Moe occupied, his body giving involuntary little shivers, goosebumps rising over his skin. The brunette let out a little whimper and flushed, hips bumping back into Zac's crotch, before hurriedly disappearing down another aisle, grabbing an expensive soccer ball and a pair of boots one famous footballer endorsed.

Once his arms were full, he placed the items down on the counter and turned to face Zac, leaning back against the wood and licking his lips slowly. "Why so insistant, Zac~?" He purred, his voice low and sultry. "Does Zac have problems waiting?" Curling his fingers in the older boy's belt loops, he tugged him closer and slid his hands over his chest, a little laugh bubbling from his throat. "Just wait." Moe added, sliding one hand inside Zac's pocket to fish out his wallet, lingering his fingers against his thigh a second, before withdrawing. "Zac's treat, remember?"

There was still a deep vessel of guilt in Moe's stomach at doing this. No matter how much he needed this distraction, there was the lingering image of Vincent's face if he saw this. How hurt he'd be. But then, Moe realised Vincent hadn't thought about him when he'd gone shagging around, and his guilt was smothered in jealousy. Jealousy that caused Moe to tiptoe up and kiss Zac rather hotly in front of the cashier, palm pressed to his crotch. "Zaczac had better pay." He added softly, stroking the back of the boy's neck, before drawing away to go and feign an interest in some yoga clothes, twirling a lock of his wavy hair around his finger.

No. Vinvin would not approve of this at all. He would be angry. But Moe was fed up of thinking about him. He wanted to just have something to fixate on. Get his apartment, some nice clothes... go back to Zac's house later...

His eyes darkened.

Unwind.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac simply nodded when Moe asked him about a particular soccer shirt. He didn’t even bother looking at it; he was never really a soccer fan anyway (he says it was tad too tiring and rather dirty, not to mention he wasn’t much of a team player either). Instead he buried his face in the Japanese boy’s hair, keeping the smaller boy in place by wrapping his hands around his tiny waist as he suggestively rubbed his nose from the boy’s neck down to his shoulders and back up again, as if sniffing the very essence of the smaller boy. “Zaczac would have to dress down the MoeMoe before he can decide how to dress the MoeMoe up though,” he said, smirking as he heard the boy whimper.

He let out a small whimper when Moe promptly broke loose of his hold, biting his lip and trying his best to imitate Moe’s ‘doe eyes’ to show his satisfaction. His body has just rerouted his blood supply, deeming some other parts of his anatomy much more important than his brain, and as the spoiled brat that he is, he demands such parts be entertained. But alas, it’s not like he has any say on the matter (at least while they’re in the public eye) and simply followed the boy to the cashier.

Maybe it was that little façade of innocence Moe had in him that’s making Zac all the more intoxicated with the boy – the kinky dirty accomplishment of tapping into the sweet kid’s naughty side, of having the ability to make the boy embrace his primal desires, is making Zac want for more. He didn’t even bother stifling the moan that escaped him when Moe pulled him closer to grab his wallet. “Darn it Moe,” he chuckled, his face flushing red with all the touching and the grinding, “I didn’t know you could be this aggressive.”

The kiss surprised him a bit, but he figures he should’ve seen it coming with all the teasing Moe’s been indulging him early on. He quickly bounced back though, smirking as he gave his credit card to the then bewildered cashier. “Long story,” he chuckled, leaning back on the counter and following Moe with his gaze as the guy punched their purchases in, “Though I could fill you in if you’d like.” He promptly grabbed the bag and called Moe out, giving the boy a playful smack from behind as he winked to the still petrified cashier. “I’d say he’s jealous MoeMoe,” he whispered, laughing as they went.

A small part of him has been bugging him though, telling him that he’s only being used. That he would do well not to get caught between the two lovers, as dysfunctional as they both might be. He still has his pride, after all. And besides, should Lyra get wind of his promiscuity, he doubts their future would be anything but. Unfortunately, his brain has been deprived of the much needed blood supply (darn sphincters), so instead of contemplating on such thoughts he simply shrugged them off, dragging the smaller boy to their next destination.

“To the postal office then? Or would you want to look at some apartments first? Pete sent me a list of addresses just a while ago.”

ooc:
Late and crappy. Sorry Zuu~
- Jam

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe batted his lashes in innocent denial at Zac's exclamation, chewing on his lower lip and wiggling his pinky finger at the cashier as a small goodbye, other hand curled around the bag. "Moe can be aggressive when he needs to be." He muttered softly, moving against the older boy, nuzzling into his side. "When he needs to get his way."

As they left the shop and headed down the street, Moe looked down at the bag of goodies for his brother, then back up at Zac. "We'll go post this first." He decided simply, plumping his hair up and wiggling off, giving the blonde a nice view of his backside. "Then go look for a nice apartment for Moe." The brunette reached the post office in record time, probably because he was purposely depriving Zac of any contact, then looked over at the packets and paper. Grabbing a card and a large packet, he thrust the items in Zac's face, then curled his tiny arms around him, pressing their bodies together. "Will Zac sign the card?" He asked sweetly, eyes warm and gentle, as though he'd never been flirting at all.

Of course, this all had an ulterior motive, as displayed by Moe's free hand circling Zac's abdomen in a rather sly manner, biting on his lower lip. It was only when the post worker asked if she could help that the brunette broke away, writing a very sweet little message to his brother about how much he missed him and hoped he could come to Hammel and visit one day, then offering the items over, spelling out his postal address. Zac seemed almost forgotten as he chatted sweetly to the worker, checking the address a few times, then nodding and fishing out his purse from his bag.

When the parcel was just about to be sent, he snatched the card, blew a little kiss to Zac and popped it in with the sports gear. Job done.

Well, sort of.

The brunette returned back to Zac's side, pulling them out of the way of the worker and behind a large display of brightly coloured envelopes, hands on his hips. "So, Zaczac..." He began, pulling the taller boy down once more to kiss him, guiding his hands up his skirt to rest on his thighs. "Sure you can handle a Bad Moe?" He giggled, tugging lightly on Zac's lip, then wriggling slowly out of his panties, throwing them into the poor boy's face. "Because I don't think you can." He smiled deviously, shoving Zac backward and then fleeing, feeling all rather pleased with himself.

Outside he fanned himself, cheeks hot, and realised that this was probably one of his better ideas to date. Nothing was more distracting than a very aroused guy chasing after him, and Moe reckoned he could push the buttons pretty damn well.

(zomg it is crap DDD: )