He wanted to drown in his love. He wanted Xenith to notice. He wanted to rip Xenith's heart out of his chest so he could read the contents of it out loud to him, so he'd understand how he felt. The man of his affections held him in his heart too, but… he was so fucking stupid! Can't he tell that the way he feels for him is at least slightly different than how he feels for anyone else? Realize, realize, confess, confess, he found himself chanting stuff along those lines everything his gaze landed on Xenith (which was very, very often). He just wanted to squish his cheeks, pull his face in and press kisses all over him, that way he'd have to realize something (he doubted that'd help him realize his feelings… he just really wanted to kiss Xenith). He sighed and couldn't help but glare intensely at Xenith as if trying to burn a hole through his very soul. Xenith, who could sense the heated gaze boring into his very being frowned and threw a glare back at Maxciel. Which, well, it definitely turned Maxciel's angry look around. Maxciel smiled and accidentally bit his cheek in excitement. He ignored the slight sting in favor of letting his heart melt into a pool of honey to keep looking at Xenith. God, his Xen looked right at him, what a cutie, all pouty like that. Is that how he copes with his little crush? It was really easy to please and make Maxciel happy if you were Xenith, all you had to do was look at him ever so slightly and he'd beam. Xenith looked away as if annoyed with Maxciel's presence. But for some reason Maxciel's reaction made Xenith's lips curl up unnaturally into a u like shape that he couldn't suppress. Which made him frown in upset immediately after. This was why he hated Maxciel, he made his entire body foreign to himself. All his smiles and expressions were always calculated to exactly what he believed the situation called for, but all ration went out the window when that bastard was involved. He couldn't even control his own face around him. And if there was one thing Xenith hated, it was feeling a lack of control, feeling helplessness. "Bastard" Xenith cursed as he looked back angrily at Maxciel.
Maxciel, his simpy ass couldn't care less what Xenith called him, after all, his Xenith just called out to him! He was on cloud nine , and boy was cloud nine filled with dopey bliss. "Present!" Maxciel said with a grin.
Xenith…. He really, really wanted to kill Maxciel, to kill this strange weed beginning to sprout in bloody garden of his organs. Even just Maxciel's face made him feel feverish and nauseous, how ugly must one be to induce fever like symptoms in someone? He was so hideous he seemed to induce vomiting. "I'm sorry for yesterday, when I called you something stupid" Maxciel apologized hoping the apology would help him gain brownie points with his man.
"We're not dating. I know that" yeah right, we may not be dating YET but keep in mind, there's definitely a yet! A yet in big bold colorful letters!
"So don't be upset with me" Maxciel added and resisted the urge to pat the top of Xenith's fluffy head of hair.
"Just being near you makes me upset" Xenith said dully and pinched Maxciel's arm leaving a little purple bruise blossoming on his arm.
Maxciel didn't mind though, he found it endearing, he liked to gas light himself into thinking it was a hickey, that is was his Xen's way of laying claim to him. The thought made him blush shyly.
"You-you creepy weirdo!" Xenith scolded as he saw the creepy blissful expression on Maxciel's face.
"So gross. You're gross, perverted! I can't even hurt you without worrying it'll get you off!" Xenith said biting his lower lip in anger(?).
"You're pissing me off!" Xenith added and kicked Maxciel in the shin.
He blushed a deep shade of red, a way Maxciel had never seen Xenith before, a look that pleased him… a little too much. Or maybe he already felt too pleased just from all the attention alone. Yep, that second one was it. "You-! Sicko! Creep! Pervert! Die! How-how dare you think thoughts like that about me!" Xenith yelled hiding his face behind his hands. Xenith looked like a shy maiden. This felt like something so out of character for him. Maxciel was ecstatic at that, that was a sign, his Xenith was in love with him too! Love was making him shy, and different. And well, from Maxciel was clearly feeling some pretty strong love right now considering the state of his body. That state was also the reason he got to see this cute side of his Xen.
"Stop looking happy you bastard!" Xenith yelled and bit his lip until he drew blood before leaving the living room.
The more time he spends with Xenith the more expressive the other becomes. He likes seeing him open up to all these new feelings and emotions that Xenith didn't seem to show at all not too long ago. It made Maxciel really, truly happy to be the one drawing these expressions out of Xenith.