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Damien tilted his head as Akin came into his room. Normally the other male wouldn't come here. Damien wasn't even sure if akin trusted him fully yet, but he didn't blame him. After all, he had tried to destroy his soul.
Akin shook his head viciously, his long green hair, which he kept in a ponytail, swayed before he took another step and sat down on the black-haired's bed.
Damien stared at him, confused, before he sighed, closed the book he has been reading and turned his chair around, so he wasn't facing the wall but Akin.
"I take it you didn't came here just to spend quality time with me?", he asked.
Akin snorted.
"I wouldn't put it that way..."
"You did?", the black-haired asked, surprised.
"I just can't stand being with Amy and Pheobe at the moment. I swear, one more hour of their chit-chat and girly activities and I'll begin to paint my nails!"
Now it was Damien who snorted, while Akin growled frustrated.
"I mean, I've nothing against them... it's just... all this girly stuff really makes me want to kill myself sometimes."
Damien snorted again.
"I need someone manly around", the green-haired added.
"And you deem me manly enough?", the older one asked amused. The teen gave him a look that clearly said 'Fuck you!'.
"You're the only other male around besides me."
"Touche." Damien shrugged, grinning. Akin growled again and put his head on his hand. The other male watched him. Ever since they had joined forced – albeit reluctantly at first – he had begun to feel more and more attracted to his rival. But he would never admit his feelings to the other. He cherished his new home and life way too much to risk it so headlessly.
"Akin?", a girly voice, definitely Phoebe's, sounded way too near.
The green-haired's head shot up.
"Crud!"
"Just tell them you want some time alone", Damien told him.
"It's not that easy." The teen looked around franticly. He was way to big for the wardrobe or to crawl under the bed. There was no hiding place except...
"WHAT THE...!!!" Damien gasped as Akin crawled under the desk.
"Sshh!", he scolded. "I'm not here!"
Damien had just enough time to turn around again and to open his book, before Pheobe's head popped in through the door.
"Hi Damien!", she greeted cheerfully.
"Hi Phoebe", he answered, less enthusiastic. "Ever heard of knocking?"
The girl just smiled.
"Have you seen Akin?"
It was then that Damien noticed two things. First: He would have to lie to Phoebe, the walking lie detector, who happened to be viciously unforgiving whenever something involved Akin. Second: The very same Akin was between his legs.
He had spread his legs to give the other male some space and even though it was nearly impossible he could swear he felt his hot breath against his thigh. Shit.
"He's... he's..." Damien tried desperately to get his brain to function again. "...out."
"Out?", Phoebe asked suspiciously.
"Yes, he's gone... for a walk", the man finished, mentally congratulating himself.
"Oh." The girl blinked.
"That sounds good", Amy commented from behind her friend. "Think about it, Be. We've been inside all week. Let's go outside, too!"
"Good idea!" With that, the girls were gone.
"Phewww..." Damien rolled back, relieved. Akin came out and gave the door a look, before his eyes settled on the older male.
"What?"
The teen stared. Finally he asked: "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"What do you mean?", the older one asked with a distinct fear that he knew what his friend meant.
"I had the slight feeling you enjoyed having me between your legs", the green-haired stated with a deadpan look.
Damien felt like he paled and blushed at the same time.
"Wh... what... makes you... think that?!?", he stuttered. Akin's eyes narrowed and he answered.: "You're reaction now and your body's reaction earlier."
At the words 'body's reaction' his gaze traveled meaningful down south.
Either the temperature had risen roughly 70° or Damien was boiling from the inside. Damn his body! Damn his body to hell!
Akin grinned dirtily.
"So you are gay!", he exclaimed, which added to his friend's embarrassment.
"Do you like more guys or just me?", Akin asked mercilessly, eying the other curiously.
Damien mumbled something.
"What was that?"
"Just you...", the black-haired whispered, keeping his gaze down.
Akin blinked.
"Just me?", he asked. Damien nodded slightly.
"But... but I'd have never tried to... to...", he stammered without finding the right words.
"To hit on me?", the other finished quietly.
The black-haired nodded.
Akin seemed to think something over before he asked: "Why not?"
"Because I like having you as my friend...", Damien confessed, still starring at the floor. "And I didn't want it to turn awkward..."
At this he got an amused look.
"You tried to kill me numerous times and nearly took over my body to kill my friends... wouldn't that be awkward enough?"
Damien winced.
"I guess...", he gave in.
"Well, now that I know", Akin went back to the bed and flopped himself down on his back.
"What do you intend to do?"
"You don't seem to be terribly disturbed", his friend commented. He got a shrug in return.
"Or maybe you like being liked?"
"Maybe...", Akin answered with a sly grin.
Damien contemplated for a moment, then he stood up and went over to the bed.
"Maybe is enough."

Description
Damien tilted his head as Akin came into his room. Normally the other male wouldn't come here. Damien wasn't even sure if akin trusted him fully yet, but he didn't blame him. After all, he had tried to destroy his soul.
Akin shook his head viciously, his long green hair, which he kept in a ponytail, swayed before he took another step and sat down on the black-haired's bed.
Damien stared at him, confused, before he sighed, closed the book he has been reading and turned his chair around, so he wasn't facing the wall but Akin.
"I take it you didn't came here just to spend quality time with me?", he asked.
Akin snorted.
"I wouldn't put it that way..."
"You did?", the black-haired asked, surprised.
"I just can't stand being with Amy and Pheobe at the moment. I swear, one more hour of their chit-chat and girly activities and I'll begin to paint my nails!"
Now it was Damien who snorted, while Akin growled frustrated.
"I mean, I've nothing against them... it's just... all this girly stuff really makes me want to kill myself sometimes."
Damien snorted again.
"I need someone manly around", the green-haired added.
"And you deem me manly enough?", the older one asked amused. The teen gave him a look that clearly said 'Fuck you!'.
"You're the only other male around besides me."
"Touche." Damien shrugged, grinning. Akin growled again and put his head on his hand. The other male watched him. Ever since they had joined forced – albeit reluctantly at first – he had begun to feel more and more attracted to his rival. But he would never admit his feelings to the other. He cherished his new home and life way too much to risk it so headlessly.
"Akin?", a girly voice, definitely Phoebe's, sounded way too near.
The green-haired's head shot up.
"Crud!"
"Just tell them you want some time alone", Damien told him.
"It's not that easy." The teen looked around franticly. He was way to big for the wardrobe or to crawl under the bed. There was no hiding place except...
"WHAT THE...!!!" Damien gasped as Akin crawled under the desk.
"Sshh!", he scolded. "I'm not here!"
Damien had just enough time to turn around again and to open his book, before Pheobe's head popped in through the door.
"Hi Damien!", she greeted cheerfully.
"Hi Phoebe", he answered, less enthusiastic. "Ever heard of knocking?"
The girl just smiled.
"Have you seen Akin?"
It was then that Damien noticed two things. First: He would have to lie to Phoebe, the walking lie detector, who happened to be viciously unforgiving whenever something involved Akin. Second: The very same Akin was between his legs.
He had spread his legs to give the other male some space and even though it was nearly impossible he could swear he felt his hot breath against his thigh. Shit.
"He's... he's..." Damien tried desperately to get his brain to function again. "...out."
"Out?", Phoebe asked suspiciously.
"Yes, he's gone... for a walk", the man finished, mentally congratulating himself.
"Oh." The girl blinked.
"That sounds good", Amy commented from behind her friend. "Think about it, Be. We've been inside all week. Let's go outside, too!"
"Good idea!" With that, the girls were gone.
"Phewww..." Damien rolled back, relieved. Akin came out and gave the door a look, before his eyes settled on the older male.
"What?"
The teen stared. Finally he asked: "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"What do you mean?", the older one asked with a distinct fear that he knew what his friend meant.
"I had the slight feeling you enjoyed having me between your legs", the green-haired stated with a deadpan look.
Damien felt like he paled and blushed at the same time.
"Wh... what... makes you... think that?!?", he stuttered. Akin's eyes narrowed and he answered.: "You're reaction now and your body's reaction earlier."
At the words 'body's reaction' his gaze traveled meaningful down south.
Either the temperature had risen roughly 70° or Damien was boiling from the inside. Damn his body! Damn his body to hell!
Akin grinned dirtily.
"So you are gay!", he exclaimed, which added to his friend's embarrassment.
"Do you like more guys or just me?", Akin asked mercilessly, eying the other curiously.
Damien mumbled something.
"What was that?"
"Just you...", the black-haired whispered, keeping his gaze down.
Akin blinked.
"Just me?", he asked. Damien nodded slightly.
"But... but I'd have never tried to... to...", he stammered without finding the right words.
"To hit on me?", the other finished quietly.
The black-haired nodded.
Akin seemed to think something over before he asked: "Why not?"
"Because I like having you as my friend...", Damien confessed, still starring at the floor. "And I didn't want it to turn awkward..."
At this he got an amused look.
"You tried to kill me numerous times and nearly took over my body to kill my friends... wouldn't that be awkward enough?"
Damien winced.
"I guess...", he gave in.
"Well, now that I know", Akin went back to the bed and flopped himself down on his back.
"What do you intend to do?"
"You don't seem to be terribly disturbed", his friend commented. He got a shrug in return.
"Or maybe you like being liked?"
"Maybe...", Akin answered with a sly grin.
Damien contemplated for a moment, then he stood up and went over to the bed.
"Maybe is enough."