kinda wanna fight, kinda wanna make out

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Sep 20, 2015

@"Poptart"

Bennett wasn't quite sure what he was doing, spending his saturday going to pay a visit to... the sheep, aries, Nacho. Who, in lighter words, was quite a character. In unfiltered words? Obnoxious. Loud. Overdramatic. Certainly nowhere near unattractive, especially when rather red in the face. A bit indulgent for Bennett, if anything. Additionally, out of those he'd met, dearest aries wasn't completely unchallenging, not irritatingly mellow and unresponsive like some people could be, but didn't intimidate him like libra did (oh, he could definitely do without that threat breathing down his neck).

Something flashed in his mind, his own disgust over others being tricked by a pretty liar. A good reminder. He'd always be careful. But right now, he wanted to see that freckleface again. That was harmless enough, wasn't it?

Anyway. There was no guarantee the boy would even be home. He lived with others, it could be just them around. Bennett could drop by, and then be right back out to his car again, after exchanging about two sentences with roommates he didn't give two fucks about. Not that he'd let his not giving a fuck on. Bennett was a polite disdain-filled individual, after all.

Bennett, dressed to the nines as usual, knocked sharply on the door of the loft, expecting both everything and nothing from all of this.

Poppy · Sep 20, 2015

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Saturdays were weird in the loft.

You'd think a bunch of single twenty-somethings living together would have more parties in the weekend, but the sad reality was that the economy was crumbling and they all had work and/or rest up for work or, in the case of Kenneth, worked online at night and spent his days hanging out at a cafe trying to befriend the cute barista with the buckteeth who he "totally heard" worked for the local news station despite her denying any affiliations with them. Asshat.

In Nacho's case, it was more resting up for his dinner performance at that Hawaiian place after suffering from the treacherous WF graveyard shift at the Port's McDonald's. The boredom there was enough to crumble even the most powerful kingdoms. He'd argue something about Marx but he was too damn brain dead to bring up terms he learned at school. As soon as the clock hit 5AM, Nacho was out like a light.

Despite his much needed resting, Nacho was in fact a light sleeper. The knocking woke him up easily. And it was not appreciated. Nacho banged his wall irritably. "Kenneth, you absolute windbag, get the damn door!"

"I'm in the shower, asshole!"

Nacho sighed. He forced himself up and gave the iron man tee on the floor a whiff (passable) before pulling it on, not realizing it was inside out but being extremely bothered by some cloth-related things poking at his side that he scratched off as part of the giant ache that was the rest of his body. He checked his hair for a couple of seconds and tried to push it down, but gave up and acknowledged that the floof was too powerful and he honestly didn't give a fuck anymore, it was probably just the mailman or something.

He grinned as soon as he opened the door.

Mr. Benneth Kozlov, the big Capricorn himself. If Nacho were to box and categorize his feelings for him, it would be that he hated his stupid handsome face and his self-made pedestal, and that made him want to kick his ass and kiss him like he did that night, but only on his presumably nice couch and after he wrote so many rude things all over his plates. Like, all the rude things.

This whole Zodiac thing was so weird.

He leaned against the door frame with the world's biggest shit eating grin. "Well, well, well, look who's here. I finally melted your icy heart after all! So, what's with the visit? Are you looking to fight again?" He raised his fists, blowing on the knuckles. "Because I gotta tell you, I haven't had lunch yet and I'm in the mood for a knuckle sandwich."

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Sep 20, 2015

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Bennett took in the sheep's appearance with no small amount of amusement. Embarrassing. Didn't stop him from wanting to do a great many things to him, but embarrassing, nonetheless. "Oh dear. You didn't have to dress up so stunningly just for me," he commented with a click of his tongue. "But yes. I'm incredibly charmed by your inside out, probably more than a day old shirt, among other things. The 'I was just sleeping' hair, also a delight."

Bennett, disliking just waiting outside for too long, slipped into the loft without permission, and no small amount of brushing up against his host as he passed. He absently cast his eyes around once he'd gotten a few steps in, but wasn't really paying attention to much other than the one and only aries, and stayed put after that. He deigned to reply to Ignacio's questioning (and cheesy commentary) while he did this. "Haven't had lunch yet? Is that a suggestion we go out to eat, and then roll about with our limbs tangled and a bit of heat afterwards? 'Cause I could treat you."

He turned back to the other and smiled. "But if you'd rather just skip to the rough bits, I suppose I could oblige this time around."

Poppy · Sep 20, 2015

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"Wait, what?" Nacho looked down and... "Shit." He felt embarrassment rush to his face when Ben pointed that out. Aw, man, that totally dampened his rad as hell commentary about the power of friendship. As soon as Bennett was done brushing all against his personal space (giving him an apt opportunity to smell him, curse you, Goat mafia), Nacho pulled his shirt off and put it on the good and proper way. There. Now all comebacks will be a hundred times more effective.

Did he just ask him out for lunch?

He sidled up next to him. "Ohhh. I see what this is! You've been seduced by my raw sensuality and my rad fighting skills and my..." He patted his hair downward. Nope, it wouldn't budge. He frowned. "...gravity defying hair so you're asking me out." Ahh, that felt great to say. The big fancy goat man. Asking him out. What a glorious day.

Like most things in life, Nacho was going to dive into this with no fear.

"I'm up for it. And then I'm going to sock you in the face, you weird goat." Without warning, Nacho got on his tiptoes and gave Bennett a small, close-mouthed kiss with promises of more to come. And then he got behind him and started shoving him out the door, chanting 'go go go' and picking up his keys, wallet and, after a second, breath mints from the nearby table. As soon as they were out in the hallway, he closed the door behind them.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Sep 21, 2015

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"You brought up not having eaten, I'm a guy with a sense of manners," Bennett said with a mild shrug. "You want to label it like that? Go ahead, if it brightens your life. Who am I to protest?"

It seemed like a good enough way of screwing with aries.

Promises of fighting were nice, and so were the ones that went along with the kissing. It was tempting to just hold the sheep to those promises now, but he was doing this with style now, wasn't he? Capricorn was more than decently patient, and confident in that. It didn't stop Bennett from enjoying the occasional impulse. Like all the ones he had about grabbing this person in front of him, and not letting him escape until he'd been wonderfully ruined- in more ways than one. Mostly in ways that involved touching him a lot. Appreciating that blush. Seeing how many damn freckles he had.

Bennett was quickly being pushed out of the place he'd just entered, for a very impromptu date of some sort. There was a lot of impulse involved here, he couldn't really deny that, but the more he settled into it the more he figured it out. The more it lived up to being a very indulgent course of action, just in general.

Once they were out, it was Bennett's area again, and he was taking strong strides forward, expecting his sheep to follow. "Did you want to walk somewhere, or drive? I took a car here. Additionally, is there a particular place you'd like to go? Preferably somewhere with real food?" Just because Bennett, as an official goat demon, could eat pretty much anything, didn't mean he should or wanted to.

Poppy · Sep 22, 2015

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It was a date. Taking someone out for lunch so you could have sex with them: that was the very fucking definition of a date. Where the hell did he got off not saying that it was? "Well." He huffed. "It is! For the record, if anyone asks, this is officially what this is. So there."

As soon as they walked in the hallway, Nacho felt the power dynamic shift and that irritated him. No, it downright pissed him off. He never had that happen before. It was a situation that made him feel like he was going to fumble, and that made him walk faster to catch up with Bennett. He made sure to catch up to his confident strides but he wasn't really the type to walk like that, so it came out like a sort of half-skip half-jog sort of deal. When he reached him, he instinctively grabbed on the cloth of his sleeve.

"Are you hating on fast food chains? They're the backbone of this economy, Ben. For shame." He chuckled. He glanced at the passing window, briefly surveying the busy streets of the city to get an idea of where to eat. In this situation, his response was usually, I dunno, where do you wanna go? but no part of him wanted to give Ben the satisfaction of choosing where they ate. "There's a Spanish place a few streets down from here. Gustavo's or whatever. I wanna get on your car so I can tear open the leather with my dank swiss army knife."

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Oct 18, 2015

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"Noted. If anyone asks, it's a date. I'll remember to recite that, if necessary," Bennett hummed absently.

And then the sheep was lagging behind, clearly a bit… ruffled by his taking over. Bennett felt a slow grin slide onto his face, greatly entertained already. The other wasn't used to this, was he? It probably made him lazy, and Bennett, he was more than happy to poke at that. Or, more accurately, just give it a damn good stomping. Being something powerful was movement, work, it was a living breathing thing. Sometimes it needed a near literal kickstart.

"The fact that unhealthy food is easier to access, cheap and available through all hours of the day, than anything more solid is insulting," Bennett said, both out of the mild urge to snark at things as well as his own serious feelings on the matter. "Another thing to throw in with the never-ending cycle of those lacking money or needing quick fixes suffering. For shame indeed."

He paused and eyed Aries, then the hold on his sleeve. "Walking it is, then," he decided after what had been said, tone mild. Not even an eyeroll. He was being very kind today, wasn't he?

But then, of course, he offered a smug look and said, "...So, what is it? Did you want to hold hands?"

Poppy · Oct 21, 2015

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All Nacho could think of right now was: Wowowowow. He couldn't believe this guy. Like, the nerve of him. He was going to yank his horns out and shove them up his ass, see who's smug then. He let go of his sleeve, flustered, and trailed behind for a bit because fuck him, he wasn't going to hold his stupid hand. It was probably sweaty. So there.

When they turned that hallway leading to the set of stairs going to the ground floor, Nacho saw the perfect opportunity. Nacho took a few steps back and made for a running start.

Halfway through running, Nacho couldn't remember what opportunity he was thinking of, or if there was ever an opportunity in the first place. You know what, there probably wasn't, and this plan was completely half-baked and fueled with anger, but he couldn't stop now so he guessed the plan was to tackle Ben to a wall and. And... Do they fight? He was just going to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him downward, claiming his lips.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Nov 21, 2015

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Bennett swallowed down a snicker, only barely succeeding in not smiling and giving himself away. Aries was so easy. And to think the demon would've gone ahead and held hands if asked, too.

He didn't think too much about what he saw as pouting, at first, but then they reached the stairs. When he turned slightly to look back, there was just movement, and alarm bells instantly rang in his head. Had he gotten too cocky here, screwing around like this? Had he underestimated the other, how he interacted with situations? Was he going to kill him-

Bennett's head was electricity, running on instinct when his thoughts couldn't catch up. He was this ready to claw at the sheep's fucking face, throw a punch, twist them around so he wasn't the goddamn one pinned and ready to get himself murdered. But then.

Ah. Well, this was fine too. He unclenched his fisted hands from his sides, instead sliding them around Ignacio's waist, grip warm and tight. Bennett hummed, and made himself more familiar with the younger man's mouth. He was glad to see there were still sparks for this, not just flashes of it due to thinking he was going to die.

After a bit of biting, Bennett broke this kiss, though his face was still close and fingers still pressed against heat. "I did offer to skip to this, you know," he said, voice laced with a slight growl, though not holding back on smiling anymore.

Poppy · Nov 30, 2015

Nacho took a few moments to stare at Ben's lips with dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, hazy and warm but loud all the same. No thoughts, just. Soft.

And then! He had to go and say that!!

Nacho was outraged. He can't even. UGH. Was he starting something? That punk was always starting something. He couldn't believe they had a nice moment, attack kissing, and then he had to use his mouth to say words that meant stuff and things. Nacho scoffed, glared sharply at him, and backed away, heading out straight to the outside.

Jesus, was it noon already? The sun was a laser up in the sky honing into his eyeballs. The streets were thick with grouchy, busy people, and it was only when Nacho was halfway through the block did he bother to check if Ben was following. Shit, right, it was supposed to be a date, but multi-tasking (walking and paying attention) were both very legitimately difficult things to do. They were already pretty close to the place. He could see the sign from here.

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