Doctor's Note: Get A Roommate (CD)

''Not that much faster thoguh'', Sebastian said as he ate, thinking back on the long, lazy afternoons of summer heat, when the few servants that his family did keep seemed no more willing to work than he was to move from his sunbathing spot in the yard, and with him being the only family member in the house, his parents away yet again on one of their business trips, there was no one i the house who would actually force their hand to cook or clean, and thus the time was wasted lazily, in the sun, or in their cases, trying to cool down and wandering how the hell their young biss can stand being out there in the sun during such heat.

Sebastiam tried to analyse the next part od Hari's statement as well, but gave up somewhere around Asian buttlers. He had never seen a Bollywod movie in his life, and thus couldn't think of a thing tobsay about ot; Asian buttlers were just as unfamilliar topic.

The conversation then thankfully returned to their imaginary cooking show, making him grin like mad. ''Well of course'' he said, the said gein never leaving his face as he imagined filming in a studio, in front of a live audience, both men and women whistling and chearing as contestants took off their clothes-and he himself a host leading it all. ''I would be the host-and I only go for the best of men.'' On that note... He frowned.

''I was not kidding'', he said, eyeing Hari's lips as he spoke. ''In fact...'' he said, leaning suddenly across the table, placing his hand behind Hari's neck, tangling his fingers into the soft, short strands of hair he found there, pulling the other man slowly closer to him.

''We should?'' Sebastian asked, repeating the words Hari had just said to him, his mind not quite processing what had just come to pass until suddenly he felt the silk-soft strands of hair he had been holding onto the moment before slowly slipping out of his hand as the other man moved away from him. Blinking, he tried once more to understand what had just happened-he's mind was still convinced that his lips should be connected to something other than air right now-but the only thing he could come up with was that he had been...rejected. And that he could not understand.

In a moment so much shorter than a second, Sebastian's power exploded silently within his mind, spreading once again through his blood like a white-hot flame. He could feel it burning right under his skin, molten lava of which would make another man's head spin, and for a moment, he was tempted to use it; he had seen the look in Hari's eyes, the naked desire he felt for him even though they had just met (just like everybody else) and that <i>Please</i> (it had not been <i>Please, we should discuss this in private</i>; he would not accept that; it was a word filled with an unnamed desire, alone and desperate; it had not been a part of a sentence; he wouldn't accept that). He had wanted it, he knew; still wants it as well... it would be the easiest thing he had ever done perhaps, he would just need to open his mouth and take...

Suddenly, Sebastian took a step back, or rather simply sat back in his chair, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. No, he though, as he wrestled with the tide that was suddenly his power, fighting a wave after wave of naked desire, burning white-hot flame, for this, this was not about that.

He could have anything he wanted, that he still knew; it was still the easiest thing in the world; open his mouth, and speak, that was all that was all he had to do and nine out of ten man would fall down on their knees; that's all it would take. And there within lied the thing which had stopped him. What he was about to do, it was not about taking; he was not doing it for himself, or at least not <i>just for himself</i>. For once, he was about to <i>give</i> as well as take, the difference which probably made sense only to himself, but it didn't matter; what mattered that it was an occasion rarer than the blue moon, and did not work if the other side was unwilling to accept.

''Fine'' he snapped, for the problems of give and take, of using his power and keeping control did not concern the fact that he was still irritated because he should have been kissing the living daylight out of someone right now, but couldn't, because he was <i>rejected</i>, getting up on his feet, as he turned his back to the other man. For a moment, seeing as how the room was still empty, he turned slightly so that he was facing both towards Hari and away, an angry retort about how they were, in fact, in private already at the tip of his tongue. at that exact moment, however, a group of students exploded into the room.

Gritting his teeth in anger, he glared at every single one of them before suddenly grabbing his plate, not wanting to seem like had turned back for no reason, before he started crossing to room, fuming silently as he walked towards the door.

The fuming in the kitchen had been silent, for holding the storm that was his power at bay felt like trying to stop the Earth from spinning with his bare hands; had he given it voice, it would have exploded, his conviction and morals, what little he had of them, be damned. The fuming in his room, however, had been anything but. It had been an explosion of anger, a frustration brought to life by the mare sound of his voice, for the rage he had been holding in had finally reached its peak once he had noticed <i>that he wasn't actually being followed.</i> His hands began to shake just as he had put down the food plate, as the lust filled anger, or the anger fuelled lust, he wasn't sure he knew the difference any more, finally overwhelmed the thing, brief control he had managed to uphold. A string of curses which would have made a sailor blush formed themselves in his mind; opening his mouth to speak, he suddenly found himself attacked by a thin, gangly man he had though had left.

<i>"God, you are such a child!''</i> he herd, the words just as angry as he would have been, making his blood boil even more, which was why the moment he had left Hari's lips meet his, he felt himself sink in an almost bruising kiss. His lips moved angrily against the other man's as his hands soon find their way back into his hair and onto the small of his back, his fingers tangling themselves into his hair and pressing hard into his flesh. He pulled him close, pressing him hard against himself, trapping so in a cage made of his lips and hands; lips which still refused to stop moving, sucking, biting at the other pair with more anger and lust and energy than one person should probably have. It was like he had no need for air.

''Sorry about what?'' Sebastian asked, his voice husky and dry as he for the second time in the day found himself needing to work his mind through the lust-filled haze surrounding in order to be able to speak again. He was finding it impossible to do so however, for this time he actually had Hari's hot body pressed against his, his head placed against his shoulder, his breath hot against his exposed skin, making him restless and needing to shift this to the bed, the hands which were almost locked in place while they kissed now slowly began to roam the expanse of other man's shoulders and back, one of them moving progressively towards Hari's hip and beyond, all of which was making it extremely hard for him to think... <i>Oh</i> he chuckled amusedly against the soft strands of hair tickling his nose while at the same time overwhelming his senses with Hari's smell. <i>Something was hard alright</i>

''No need to apologize about that'' he said in an amused voice which filled with lust though thankfully no trace of his power remand in it, the white-hot flame yet again placed back to where it was safe. ''In fact...'', he said, shifting his body just a bit so that Hari's was placed between his legs. ''I have the same problem right now''

Sebastian found himself chuckling lightly at the Hari's obviously unsuccessful attempt to speak, his smile soon morphing into a smirk as he licked his lips almost hungrily, his imagination giving him suddenly quite a vivid image of everything else those lips could-should-be doing instead of speaking. Before he could capture the other man's mouth back into another blazing kiss he had however found himself ready to yell out in protest as he suddenly felt the hot body he was holding onto so tightly moving away from him. Thankfully, he was quick to realise that it was so that the clothes could be removed even further, at least from Hari's gangly frame, he himself not wearing much in the way of clothing (thankfully) anyway.

They had felt himself be pulled onto the bed not a moment too soon after that, his lips finding Hari's with almost no thought of his own, moving just as passionately as before but without black tilt of anger and his power hiding before his every move. No, this time, there was nothing but pure, uncontrolled lust darkening his eyes as his tongue probed at the other man's mouth, wanting to enter there <i>right the fuck now</i>, his body fully following each and every move of his lips, pressing itself heavily against the heat under him. His hands roamed and grabbed onto every thing they could hold onto, each and every patch of skin he could reach caressed again and again and again.

It took him but a moment of this though to realise that there was still utterly too much clothes between them. His pants were starting to feel much too tight despite being of loose variety and he desperately needed more of Hari's skin to scratch, and bite, and lick at, like he was, for example, doing to his neck right now, leaving behind marks he will fully enjoy examining latter. At the moment he could not think of any thing but getting himself out of his damned jeans and tearing the shirt off Hari's lean body. Both though showed to be impossible to do while they were still attached to each other.

Placing his hands on Hari's shoulders and pushing him down into the mattress Sebastian slowly pulled himself upright, taking a full look of the hot mess he had made out of the other man. Smirking smugly at the sight, he soon made quick work of placing his hands under Hari's shirt and pulling it back over the other man's head while he himself wiggled out of his jeans expertly, both items of clothing soon joining the necklace Hari had let fall to the floor before, which only left them with the problem of the tan man's jeans.

''Raise your hips'' Sebastian said huskily, his eyes all but burning holes in Hari's skin as his left hand moved slowly down his chest to carcase the newly exposed skin there, his fingers stopping briefly on a nipple before moving onwards; his right hand was still on Hari's shoulder, pressing him down.