ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ａｌｗａｙｓ ａ ｃａｔｃｈ - mr. wonderboy and Rivkah

[Rivkah]

The demon eventually retreated to his room, having really nothing else to do and needing a little while to cool down. Sighing heavily, he leaned against the threshold of the door frame and closed his eyes. Not wanting a headache to form in his already ringing head, he rubbed at his temples and tried to focus. He couldn't let his temper loose on the boy, he didn't deserve it. It was Nathaniel who was so intolerant of the entirety of the human race. He really had to work on that sort of thing, he was getting worse about it.

After a while of calming himself down, he finally came down the stairs and peeked into the living room. Seeing the boy napping there, he smiled weakly and sighed softly. Knowing the boy wasn't going to sleep well on the couch, he paused hesitantly before slipping in and picking his rather lightweight body up with much ease. The young man's face was just that type that you couldn't stay mad at. Chuckling softly, he tried to stay quiet so not to wake Julius. He looked so peaceful despite the stress between them both.

With a small smile, he slipped into the bedroom he had given Julius and set the boy down gently upon the bed. His fingers tapped the lad's forehead fondly before he yawned and exited the room, throwing an innocent glance over his shoulder before he shut the door behind him. With a small yawn, he shook his head and moved back downstairs.

Honestly the demon had no idea what he was doing. But the deal was the deal, and that was that. He took pity on the boy, really, and hoped that he could help him along. Besides, things were hard for Nathaniel as well. It was brutal on him, trying to survive when eating human food did nothing but make him sick in lost quantities. With a heavy sigh, he sat down, rubbing his forehead tiredly.

[mr. wonderboy]

The young male was steadily tossing and turning around on the bed he was placed on, making it seem as if he was having a nightmare, but was only throwing a tantrum. Angry mumbling could be heard if you listened closely, they were harsh, and all directed to himself. He sat up slowly and a glance out the window told him he slept far too long. Rubbing at his tired eyes with a balled fist, he yawned softly, and stretched his body out. He was in a room, unsure of how he had gotten there, and blushed softly when he realized that Nathaniel must have brought him here. Running a hand through the lengthy locks of blonde hair, he threw his legs over the edge of the bed, and pushed himself up onto his feet.

He figured he should apologize, as well as thank him for bringing him to a bed. He sighed softly, suddenly feeling prideful, and took a deep breath. "You can do it. You can." If anything, Julius despised apologizing the most, for obvious reasons. For one, he hated be wrong. Two, he feels stupid when he humbles himself. And three, he's always afraid that person wont accept it. Therefore, he chooses not to, but this was a different case. He almost contemplated banging his head against the door, but he refrained from doing so. Opening the door, he peeped his head out, looking around, and began to walk painfully slow as he tried to come up with an apology to offer Nathaniel. His nerves were in overdrive, panic starting to swell up inside of him.

Julius froze when Nathaniel came into sight, forcing his brain to come with something if anything decent to say. The fumbling of his fingers resumed as he shuffled quietly into the room. His tongue was tied in a complex knot, leaving Julius to stare at the demon quite numbly, and he forced an awkward chuckle. Maybe he used that to acknowledge the demon of his presence, for he hadn't even known why he laughed himself. He walked around the chair to stand in front of the other, arms instantly folding across his chest. Again, eye contact seemed to be the impossible, so he went for staring a little to the left of the demons face. His apology came in an unsure murmur, and a frown indented his forehead. And he tried again.

"I didn't... I... Er. ImsorryforwhatIdidbutIdidn'tmeantoan-" He paused taking a deep breath, "andIwontdoitagainandthanks for... bringingmetomybed." He'd never spoken so fast in his life, and almost stumbled over his tongue a few times. Feeling a mixture of familiar emotions he wasn't fond of, and he finally turned slightly to look the other in the eyes. A nervous yet charming smile dashing across his lips.

[Rivkah]

Nathan did his best to relax, but as always his senses were grossly alert. Hearing Julius moving downstairs, he paused, and even managed a smile at the chuckling. However, he was not prepared for the high speed apology. His buzzing senses took a moment to process this before he grinned. He slowly got to his feet with a sigh and reached over, tilting the lad's chin so they made real eye contact. "I am not angry," he said softly, "and I accept your apology. But I think it's me who needs some forgiving. I've been told I am a bit of an arrogant fool at times."

It wasn't exactly easy for Nathan to apologize either, considering he was used to always being right with no question about it. Admitting he screwed up was never a pleasant thing. "I need to be more considerate of the fact you're mortal," he mumbled. He then moved forward and tapped the boy gently on the shoulder. "We're going to get past that, though, so hopefully neither of us have to apologize anymore." Clearing his throat, he ruffled the boy's hair playfully and muttered, "Come on now. It's at that awkward point between lunch and dinner. Want anything to eat?"

With a light shrug, the demon sighed. He had never been the friendly type but he knew he would have to adjust for Julius, and the boy would probably have to adjust to his flirting as well. They'd both have a lot to get used to, really. Because Nathaniel couldn't survive without a better way to feed than to hunt for people off the street, and Julius couldn't survive like he had been, never knowing whether or not he would survive. As much as Nathan hated to admit it, he had a bit of a soft spot for the boy, and he wasn't really the merciless type.

He took a step back, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, and glanced at the boy. He managed a little wink, grinning at him despite how at a loss for words he was. He wasn't really all that good with the touchy-feely aspects of talking to someone. Of talking period. Biting his lip, he shrugged softly and sat back down. "I'm sorry I'm not a very accommodating host, either," he muttered, looking away.

[mr. wonderboy]

Julius studied the other carefully, eyebrows raising considerably, as he tried to figure out if he was forgiven. The points of the needles of syringes full of panic were pricking the skin, as well as being injected into his bloodstream. The effects were immediate as the pounding of his heart increased, the temperature in the room shot up, and he felt as heavy as an elephant. The last thing he wanted to be told was to get out and fend for himself. That single thought terrified him, but that was what he prepared himself to hear. He hadn't even realized he shut his eyes until he felt a hand tilting his head up. Reluctantly, he opened them, and stared blankly into the eyes of the other.

For a moment, he wondered if the other could feel all of the emotions radiating from off of him. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the others voice, and allowed the shock of his answer fog up his eyes. He was mildly confused as to why he was being forgiven, for he knew that the demon needed humans to feed, and that he could find a better and more compliant catch than him. He continued to listen, watching carefully as the other stepped forward, and stopped himself from taking a step backwards. He allowed himself to relax, to feel relieved, and let a shaky sigh spill from his pale lips. He could feel the affects of the panic wear down, and soon found himself returning to a normal and calm state.

He grumbled when he felt the hand in his hair, patting it down so that it wouldn't be so wild. "I guess." He muttered softly, moving into the kitchen, browsing through the small selection of food. He shut the door of the fridge closed, looking through the cabinets, and grinned when he found what he was looking for. Clutching the wide, brightly colored box, he turned around, headed for Nathaniel, and thrust the box into the others hands. "Mac and Cheese?" He asked hopefully as he gave the other a pleading stare. "If you make it for me, then I'd consider allowing you to cuddle me till I fall asleep." He bribed, not bothering to acknowledge the others comments on being a bad host.

[Rivkah]

The demon ran a hand through his copper mess of hair, thoughtful. He then turned his gaze to the boy, listening and pausing, biting down on his lip. The bribe was a sound one and he had to admit that was one of his weaknesses. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck, hanging his head slightly. "Oh alright, I suppose so," he muttered sheepishly, trying not to grin broadly. With a little laugh, he searched the cupboards silently before finding a box of macaroni and cheese and putting it into a bowl. He then put it in the microwave, yawning softly.

He had to admit, the boy had him. He wanted to be able to get some affection - some real affection - without being pushed away. Even if it was just a bit of... "cuddling" as Julius called it. The demon bit his lip, thoughtful. Really Nathaniel wasn't used to the touchy-feely stuff, he was more of an impulsive, action type of guy, more physical than mental, so he didn't stop to think what effect his words and actions might have on other people. It was where he fell short at times, unfortunately for Nathan.

Chuckling awkwardly, he took the bowl out, grabbed a fork, and gave it to the boy, tilting his head. "Here you go." Smiling weakly, he ran his fingers through his hair once more and bit his lip. He had to learn how to behave himself. After all, he didn't want any more fights like they had been having. With a little sigh, he leaned against the counter and managed a little grin at Julius. Yawning, his wings fluttered slightly and he glanced out the window.

[mr. wonderboy]

There he stood, a good half a step away from the demon in front of him, feeling awkward in all of his glory. The smile that was now wiped clear off of his face, took a detour at the stretched silence hanging about in the room. He found himself staring intently at the other, or, the way the other was biting his lip. It was oddly distracting. He blinked a few times, turning slightly to the side, as he fought down the imposing blush. Hearing the other sigh, almost had him believing that he wouldn't eat his macaroni, and that his bribe was no good. That alone, almost had him letting out a sigh of his own. He turned around to face the demon, a pleased smile lit up his face, and he cheered silently.

"Thank you~" He said in a sing song voice. He watched as the other did his duty, fetching his food, pouring the contents into a bowl, and tossing it in the microwave. It had honestly been quite a while since he heard one, finding the soft buzzing noise annoying like a fly, but the beep to signal that it was all done was like a small piece of heaven. He quickly shuffled over to the counter, sitting up on one of the stools, and grinned wildly when his food was in front of him. If there was anything that made him relatively close to happy, it would be food. He watched as the steam rose in the air, a hot and fresh meal, how pleasant. He was sure that he had a greedy look upon his face, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care.

Muttering his thanks, he picked up his fork, and stuffed his mouth with the cheesy goodness. Before he could stop himself, he gave a soft moan of appreciation, savoring the taste on his tongue. "Amazing..." He groaned. "It's been forever since I had any." He said with an awed look on his face. "Best stuff ever!" If possible, his smile seemed to widen. "Want a taste?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, as he held out the fork to the other.

[Rivkah]

The demon watched the boy eat his food and found himself unable to hold back a chortle. Turning away so not to so blatantly show his entertainment in this, he smiled. "Glad to see you're easy to please," he said cheerfully with a little grin. "I will most definitely keep that in mind." However, his face fell a little at the offer. "I can't..." he said, voice slightly sorrowful now. "You convert food into energy. But because I receive energy in its final form, I have no need to digest food. I usually can't hold down what I do eat." He had been victim to some bad experiences with throwing up food, so he rarely even tried anymore.

Wings rustling, Nathaniel ran a hand through his hair and sighed gently. "Anyway, take your time eating," he mumbled, not wanting to ruin his chances at a meal for the night. The boy had promised him cuddling for the remainder of the time he was awake, but Nathaniel knew if he nagged or pressured Julius, that would more than certainly go away. He didn't know quite what to expect out of the boy, but he told himself to he careful nonetheless. Fights like the one this morning were not something Nathan wanted.

Clearing his throat, he murmured, "When you're done you can put the stuff in the sink and I will do the dishes in the morning, if you would like," before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and nervously. "I will go ahead upstairs and wait for you in your room, I suppose. There's nothing really for me to do down here unless you want me to stick around for whatever reason." He shrugged absently, taking a couple steps toward the door.

[mr. wonderboy]

Julius quirked a brow at the odd sound that fell from the others lips, and offered a soft chuckle of his own. He lifted his head away from his bowl, eyeing the demon, and playful glare splattered across his face. His lips parted just the slightest, hand gently pressed against his chest, and he inhaled sharply. "Am not!" He exclaimed, laughing softly, twirling the utensil with his fingers. Poking his tongue out at the other, he took a bite of his food, and questioned the others expression.The high spirit in the room flew out the window, bringing in something he was quite adapted to. He found himself wishing that the other hadn't sounded like that, it was depressing on many levels. He preferred to see the other smiling, more cheerful, for whatever odd reason.

Brushing the thought off, he simply thought of it that he liked seeing others happy, and he was pleased with that conclusion. He stayed quiet, looking thoughtful as he held his gaze on the other, until the rustle of his wings. He almost pushed the bowl of food away from his, feeling his stomach lurch unpleasantly. He shuddered, taking a shaky breath, and smiled weakly at the other. The wings were so abnormal, but so was Nathaniel himself. He looked down to the half eaten bowl of macaroni, nodding to show that he heard the other. Taking another forkful, he chewed slowly, and swallowed. He repeated the process three more times before the other began talking again. He listened, ginning when he acknowledged the tone in the others voice, and chuckling softly at the awkwardness he was emitting.

He waved his finger, dismissing the other to go to his room, before returning his attention to his meal. If he were to be honest with himself, he found it rather adorable that the other was so eager to cuddle him to death. Taking his last bite, he rubbed his tummy, glad to be full for the first time in a while. He turned on the water, grabbing the soap and sponge, and washed his bowl and fork. Putting the dishes away, he nervously turned to the hallway to his room, and scowled. "No need to be nervous... Its only cuddling. You like cuddling. Hn." He ran a finger through his blonde locks, taking smaller steps than usual, and stopped at his doorway. He shot a glance at the other, walking to his dresser, and pulling out a spare t-shirt, boxers, and pajama pants. "Five minutes darling~" He teased, making the other wait a little longer, just so he could calm his nerves.

He removed his clothes, taking a warm shower, lathering himself with the grass scented suds. Washing away the germs of the day, he stepped out, drying himself off, brushing his teeth, and cleaning off his face. He put on the plaid boxers, then the pajama pants that were hanging low on his hips. He skipped out on the shirt, disinfecting the wound on his chest, and re-wrapping it with new bandages. Drying off his hair with the now damp towel, he folded it neatly, placing it on the rack, and walked into his room. His fingers absently rubbed the bandages on his chest, as he scooted towards the bed, hanging his head slightly so his hair flopped onto his face to hide the blush. "I guess we should finish the game that ended so horribly. Right?" He mumbled, with an awkward chuckle, as he climbed on top of the bed, making himself comfortable on his back beside the demon.

[Rivkah]

The demon wasted no more time, obediently climbing the stairs. Taking his time, he took a quick shower and changed into a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants, not wearing a shirt as usual. He decided the lad would be more comfortable in his own room, and wasted no time in getting there, just like he hadn't dawdled a second in getting upstairs in the first place. He sat upon the edge of Julius' bed, feeling rather awkward despite himself. Calming himself, he folded his wings tightly against his back, knowing these appendages discomforted Julius.

He raised his head as the lad finally ascended, and chuckled despite himself. Nathaniel was not sure if the mortal was talking to the demon or himself. He did not feel the need to ask, staying quiet. He watched and listened as the boy entered the bathroom and showered, smirking at the name the lad had called him. Great, now it was like they were a married couple. His nose wrinkled at the thought, and he chortled, forcing himself to relax.

He smiled at Julius as he listened, watching him lie down. He moved down next to the boy, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around his waist. "I suppose so," he murmured with a laugh. He noticed the lad's embarrassment and wished he could make that disappear. They had to get past this awkward phase. Making himself comfortable, he murmured, "Let's give it another shot, aye?" Now tired, his Scottish accent began to fight into his tone.

Searching his exhausted mind for a question, Nathaniel finally inquired, "Do my wings bother you? I can put an illusion upon them if you're put off or disconcerted by thr sight." He had truly been wondering about this, as he craved that the boy be relaxed around him. He wanted to make him comfortable, not nervous.

[mr. wonderboy]

Julius was desperately trying not to think about how there was an attractive demon, laying shirtless on his bed, who wanted to cuddle him. It was very hard not to do, considering the fact that there actually was. It was similar to a fantasy these girls had, and it wasn't the most comforting thing to think about at the moment. The fact that Julius did find the demon attractive made things ten times worse, as well as awkward. He knew he wasn't a heterosexual male, so shouldn't it be okay with finding the demon attractive? He could feel a headache pounding at his skull, flinching as he gripped a fading bruise on his side. He heard himself inhale a sharp intake of breath, willing himself to relax as a hand found itself around his waist, and flesh to flesh contact was made.

He felt his eyes flutter close, nodding absently, not really listening to what the other had just said. He took a few breaths, the coloring of his cheeks never dulling a shade, but rising a few. He was scolding himself for acting much like a girl, disliking the fact that he was bruising his own ego. With the shake of his head, he ran nimble fingers through his hair, sagged his body further into the bed, and laid his head on the others chest. It wasn't as bad as he thought, feeling very curious about where the accent came from. When the questioned was asked, he stayed quiet, thinking hard about how he should answer. He knew he didn't like them, they scared him a little, but he figured it was because he'd never seen any on a person before.

He settled for shrugging his shoulders, oblivious to the fact that his hands were moving on their own accord, tracing the defined muscles on the others stomach. "I don't really know. They're weird I guess, I'm just not used to them, but they are cool. In a way. A small, but really terrifying way." He finally said when he found his voice. "I have to get used to them. They're fine really, just until they start moving." He continued on with his rambling, fumbling on his tongue to continue his thoughts. "Like giant bat wings. I was attacked by a bat once. It chased me. Almost gave me a heart attack." He finished with a soft chuckle, finally realizing that his hand hand a mind of its own, and pulled it away. "Since when did you have an accent?"