"Where do you think you're going?" Xenith said sternly as he grabbed Maxciel's shoulder.
"Haven't I already told you you're not allowed to leave until your mind is sound?" Xenith added.
Maxciel smiled helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't act as if you don't remember! I know you remember everything I say because you're creepy" Xenith grumbled with a frown.
Xenith knew Maxciel could easily leave, his talent was teleportation. Yet here was, still scolding him for stepping his foot out the door. Wasn't his future lover so cute? When Maxciel falls in love, he's what most people call, delusional. He was sure his Xen knew he'd been leaving all the time using his talent, he'd been doing a lot of grocery shopping for Xen and picking up other things that made him feel more like Xen's roommate (lover), like a cup where they put both their toothbrushes, and silly throw pillows because it made him feel like Xenith's wife when he'd scold him for putting them out. But his Xen was very prideful, he didn't really mind if Xen left as long as he did it without him noticing. Because if he noticed, Xen took it as a blow to his pride, like Xen wasn't intimidating enough to get Maxciel to listen. If Maxciel really wanted to leave, he would've just teleported. But Maxciel didn't want to leave, he just wanted his (one's sided) boyfriend's attention. Xen was so cute when he was angry and embarrassed, he really couldn't help it. Can the fault be pinned on him when his Xen was making such a cute face right now? Anyone would do anything to see it, in his unbiased opinion. Maxciel smiled and barely resisted the urge to reach out and cup Xenith's cheek. He could just imagine how cute and red his face would go. One thing that made Maxciel quite ecstatic was that he was well aware his Xenith returned his romantic feelings. But one thing that took that ecstatic feeling and turned it into something depressing, was that his (one sided) boyfriend was so stupidly dense that he somehow didn't notice it. But Maxciel wasn't a fool, he'd seen people in love, lots of people were in love with him, confessing to him left and right. He knew that look that Xen gives him, the way he acts around him it was all comparable to the men and women who were helplessly in love with Maxciel. And Maxciel, due to his trait of having working eyes, could easily notice that. How could his (not his) man be so obvious yet so dense?! It was so stressful. So he vented his frustration by teasing him. Xenith, with a red almost shy face, grabbed Maxciel's arm and pulled him away from the door. Maxciel felt ecstatic, his man touched him. His arm had the slight bruising to prove it! Maxciel couldn't hold back a dopey smile which seemed to piss Xenith off.
"You bastard what're you smiling about?" He complained through grit teeth.
"You touched me" Maxciel said with a grin.
"You- why does it sound so… wrong when you say it?" Xenith mumbled forgetting his anger as it was momentarily replaced with slight disgust and confusion. "You're so creepy, weirdo" Xenith scoffed and shoved his hands awkwardly into the pockets of his pants.
"And you're so cute. I have such a cute boyfri-" Maxciel cut himself off and immediately zipped his lips. He could already see the anger returning to Xen's face just at the first half of that sentence alone. He looked like he was gonna rip his head off at the first phoneme of that last word. But he can't help it. He keeps forgetting they're not official yet. They even argue like they're married, can you really blame him. And anyways, they were gonna be boyfriends soon anyways. Soon they were gonna be husbands for crying out loud, so what's so wrong with calling his future boyfriend his boyfriend. Maxciel's thoughts were reeling along those lines as Xenith's nails dig so deeply into his palms Maxciel could see blood getting caught under his nails. "We're NOT, boyfriends you creepy bastard, don't you ever call me that!" Xenith yelled. He'd seen Xenith angry, it made up most of the emotions he'd ever seen Xenith express, after all, they were mortal enemies. But, he'd never seen his Xen looking his angry at him before. He wanted to grovel at Xenith's feet and kiss the tops of his feet. He wanted to take it back. Making his man angry wasn't how he was gonna woo him! That's getting him further from his goal! God he's such a fucking idiot! He's trying to get into his pants not get into a casket! Though… he wouldn't mind if he were buried along side his Xen… and… honestly… if his Xen killed him… he wouldn't mind… the thought… well, that, that thought kinda turned him on… god this wasn't the time for that either! He absolutely cannot get hard right now! His supposed to look pitiful and remorseful so his Xen will forgive him with more ease, not like a horny beast, that's how he makes his man break up with him before they're even official! Fake tears, please lord let him start crying, surely Xen isn't so heartless as to hate a crying man and if he's thinking depressing thoughts surely he'll stay soft!
…. Meanwhile Xenith was seriously about to knock Maxciel's lights out (no he wasn't, Xenith is about as strong as a newborn baby, it was a surprise he could even keep his head up sometimes)! He barely held himself back by gripping his firsts and biting his lip. He could taste blood in his mouth. Honestly, he didn't know why it even made him so angry and upset. If it were anyone else but Maxciel, he would've ignored it or maybe just corrected them and insulted them a bit. But because it was Maxciel, he wanted to kill him for calling him that. He couldn't understand it, he couldn't understand anything when it came to this bastard Maxciel. He'd never felt so lost of confused over his own person since he'd met Maxciel. Maybe that was part of what it made him so upset to hear Maxciel call him so intimately. Because Maxciel made him confused. He'd never been unaware in his life. When he was a student he was the top of his class, he had a 5.2 GPA with all honors courses, he'd never not known something. But when he was with Maxciel he knew nothing. He hated not knowing, being clueless and unaware, it was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. He brought his bloody hand up to Maxciel's face and wiped his bloody palms along him. Smearing his blood around from Maxciel's cheek, to his nose, to his chin, forehead, other cheek. Seeing him covered in blood, he could sedate himself, he could pretend he defended his honor and his pride. He dropped his hand to his side and shot Maxciel a glare. Maxciel looked confused, his face red from more than just his (one sided) lovers blood. He looked shy, embarrassed….and hard. Luckily for him Xenith didn't notice those things. But Maxciel could feel his heart pounding. His precious boyfriend just caressed his face. The touch was so light and gentle, it almost felt loving. He never wanted it to end, he wanted to grab his Xen's hand and bring it back to his face, he wanted to live that rest of his life with his head in those hands. But Xenith walked away clearly still tense and pissed off. Selfishly though, Maxciel swore he'd never been happier, this was cloud nine! Bliss! Heaven! But he supposed, a small part of him felt guilty and upset. His Xen wasn't gentle or loving, his Xen wasn't like this which meant something was wrong. He wanted to run over and comfort him but he knew, despite it not being ideal, nor at all what he wanted, Xen didn't need his comfort, he needed time to himself. So he hesitantly forced himself to hold back and went to shower the blood off his face.