Knock

I originally wrote this for my artist. The character break-down is as follows:

An\'Desha - my character. You\'ll get his personally real quickly.
Shadow - An\'Desha\'s rather posessive boyfriend.
Rowen - Artist\'s character. He is much fun to pick on.
Xan - Rowen\'s girlfriend. She is rather like Shadow.

Sorry there really isn\'t any history on these guys, but the story should still be fun.

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Rowen heard his door bell ring as if someone were leaning on it. He sighed quietly hoping it wasn\'t the little brat from two floors down trying to get him to buy porn or cigarettes for him again. And even if it wasn\'t, whoever would do that to a door bell was not high on his list of people-I-want-to-hang-out-with. And so, it came as a complete surprise when he opened the door and saw An\'Desha leaning on the wall next to his door. There was something strange about him, but Rowen decided whatever it was had to be better than the constant ring of his door bell.

\"Hey, ‘Desha, you wanna get off my doorbell and come in?\"

An\'Desha slowly turned his head and looked at his friend. A great big grin split his face. \"Sure, sounds good.\" He looked around. \"What is that annoying noise?\"

Rowen raised an eyebrow at him. \"That\'s you leaning on my door bell.\"

An\'Desha giggled at that for a second. He then regained his composure and lurched away from the wall. At Rowen\'s request, he followed Rowen inside, muttering to himself in his native language. It appeared to be something extremely hilarious, because every few seconds, ‘Desha would burst into short snits of laughter. The noise was high and quick, cutting off like a laugh track.

Rowen could only take about four minutes of this. \"What is so funny?\"

An\'Desha looked him and replied in the same language he had been muttering in. Rowen sigh and pointed it out.

\"Oh, nothing.\"

He flopped down on the couch. Rowen briefly wondered how An\'Desha could fit into pants like that at such an early point in the day. But, he put that thought aside in his questions-I-never-really-want-to-know-the-answer-to bin and pushed An\'Desha\'s head out of the way so he could sit down.

By now, ‘Desha had found the remote and was intently studying it. He would push buttons and seemed fascinated by the small red light on the top.

\"I don\'t need this.\" Rowen though to himself. He snatched the remote out of An\'Desha\'s hands. \"What is wrong with you?\"

An\'Desha sat up and looked his straight in the eyes. His own purple ones were slightly glazed. His pupils were reacting funny to the amount of light in the room. After a staring contest of about 35 seconds, An\'Desha fell over, his head on Rowen\'s lap.

From the pocket of his jacket, An\'Desha pulled a receipt and handed it to the confused mage above him. It turned out to be a bill from a place called The 8-ball. There were names for things Rowen couldn\'t even pronounce. Then he saw something he recognized.

\"You\'re drunk, aren\'t you?\"

An\'Desha nodded and giggled again.

\"Why me?\"

An\'Desha looked up at him through some errant strands of hair. \"You\'re safe.\"

Rowen let his head fall onto the back of the sofa. He didn\'t want to be safe. He didn\'t want his friend\'s head in his lap. He wanted to go back to his movie, but that idea was shot. Heaven forbid he turn a drunk elemental loose on the world.

Normally, he was a very patient person. But ‘Desha pushed his limits every chance he got, and while he didn\'t normally mind it, he felt a sense of dread having him here now.

He tried to put that thought out of his head, knowing if were to dwell on it, it would happen. Instead, he looked down. An\'Desha seemed to have calmed down some, and was content to play with his braid.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, An\'Desha dropped the braid on his stomach, tracing the soft hair over his abs.

\"You know,\" he said, closing his eyes, \"you have great hair. It\'s so soft. I bet it\'s nice to play with.\" He paused. \"Xan is really lucky.\"

Rowen just nodded. He really didn\'t want this. He knew that, sooner or later, and probably sooner, ‘Desha would start really hitting on him. And Gods Damn Merrick and his insistence on manners, he was just too polite to just push the drunk off his lap. He knew that if Xan came home, or Gods forbid Shadow showed up, he would be turned into little Rowen crispies. He groaned out loud at the thought of it.

An\'Desha poked him in the stomach, causing Rowen to eep. \"Are yooouuu ok?\" Startled, Rowen looked down. ‘Desha wasn\'t even looking up at him, instead, he was studying the thin happy trail just under Rowen\'s shirt. He was gently rubbing the length of soft hair, whispering on the expose skin. Rowen reveled in the touch for a few seconds before remembering it wasn\'t his girlfriend on his lap.

Rowen put a hand on ‘Desha\'s shoulder. \"Why are you doing this?\"

\"Doing what?\"

Rowen grabbed ‘Desha\'s hand. \"That. Touching me, coming to my house.\"

An\'Desha shifted onto his back again. His eyes had finally decided to stick with \"glazed and dilated,\" and were staring intently into Rowen\'s confused ones.

\"You remind me of the people I trust at home. Garnet, Louis, X, you have qualities of all of them. I feel safe around you. And you\'re my type. If I weren\'t with Shadow, I would pick someone like you. Someone soft and sweet,\" he paused, collecting his thoughts, \"and sexy.\"

Rowen blushed. And cursed himself. He did not like guys, but An\'Desha was so intense, it turned that thought to something soupy and strange. He shook his head to clear it. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. The person in his lap was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Of course ‘Desha couldn\'t touch Xan, but right now it didn\'t matter. They weren\'t being judged by the same scale. He couldn\'t figure it out.

An\'Desha reached up and tangled his long fingers in Rowen\'s hair, successfully and completely distracting Rowen from his previous thoughts. \"What are you thinking about?\"

\"No.\"

‘Desha giggled. \"That\'s a funny thing to think about. But it\'s a waste of time.\"

He didn\'t even give Rowen enough time to think about what that meant before he reached up and kissed him.

The kiss was delicate, just a brushing of lips really. And that fact is what really kept it going. An\'Desha hovered just below his mouth, breath whispering over Rowen\'s sensitive lips. An almost inaudible, \"please,\" washed over his face, the sweet smell of foreign alcohol dulling his senses.
An\'Desha kissed him again, moving soft lips in comforting patterns. A soft breeze from the A/C blew across Rowen\'s neck, causing him to shiver. A gentle euphoria moved through him. ‘Desha felt him shiver. It drew them that much closer.

Rowen vaguely felt An\'Desha move, but was still slightly startled to find ‘Desha sitting across his lap. They had never broken their kiss. In a drunkenly graceful maneuver, An\'Desha pulled them together, deepening the kiss.

In the back of his mind, Rowen was screaming at himself that this was wrong. He didn\'t feel anything for boys. He was cheating on his girlfriend. He was taking advantage of someone inebriated beyond the point of reason. But that voice come to him through cotton wool. There was something more going on than just a simple kiss, and he wanted to experience it. As their tongues danced, his every sense was stimulated to the fullest. An\'Desha was making soft, contented noises. He seemed smaller and more fragile than normal, bringing out Rowen\'s protective instinct. It didn\'t feel like he was kissing his friend.

It felt like he was kissing someone in a dream. No one part was that good, but with everything together it became something altogether ethereal. The person on his lap (it had ceased to be An\'Desha, or really anyone in particular) snuggled against him, motioning their body for Something More. As Rowen positioned himself to lay them out on the couch, the door bell rang, shattering his illusion.

Rowen looked up at the door as An\'Desha spun around to glare at it. Reality seeped back in as they moved to answer the it, An\'Desha clinging to Rowen\'s braid. He flung the door open, ready to thoroughly bitch out whoever was on the other side.

That never happened.

A pissed off Shadow was the one standing, arms crossed, beyond the threshold. He glared at Rowen, shifted his gaze to An\'Desha, and then returned it to Rowen. A low rumble started deep in his throat and worked its way up to come out as a clipped, terse warning.

\"You are an innocent, so I will not hurt you. This time.\"

Then he spoke An\'Desha\'s name in a commanding tone of voice with a strange accent. Rowen recognized it as similar to the one An\'Desha had been using before. An\'Desha took one quick step around Rowen and fell into his lover\'s arms.

\"I miss you.\" he whispered into Shadow\'s neck.

Shadow pushed him back to arms length and examined him quickly. \"You are drunk.\" he glanced up at Rowen. \"That explains a lot.\"

He turned An\'Desha around, kissing his neck in the process. A firm, but gentle, hand pushed him away as Shadow let the other run through long, silver hair. \"Go to the car beautiful. I have a few things to wrap up here and then we can go home and play.\"

An\'Desha nodded numbly and went off down the hall, presumably to the car. Once he was out of sight, Shadow turned back to Rowen.

\"There are a few things you need to know. But first, I apologize. I was hasty in my assumptions. But,\" his gaze hardened, \"if I find you have touched him again, I will not hesitate to take actions.\"

Rowen just nodded, not sure whether to be frightened or jaded.

Warning given, Shadow ran a hand through his hair, looking tired. \"I\'m not sure how much An\'Desha has told you about his race. But, in a nut shell, they have unconsciously perfected seduction. They don\'t breed well and so have to try very hard to conceive at all. But, that\'s beside the point.

\"An\'Desha was very, very drunk. That doesn\'t happen often, or at least it hasn\'t happened in a long time. But either way, when he is drunk, everything about him becomes appealing. If you have a hint of sexuality in you, you will fall for him. Pheremones, hormones, body chemistry, all of it changes to suit who he wants. So basically you would have had a very hard time resisting him, even if you knew what was going on.\"

Rowen gave a half smile. \"Is that why you didn\'t yell at him?\"

Shadow gave him a look of injured pride, but responded anyway. \"Partly. You see us fight a lot, but we are really very attached to one another. Ask me later, and I will deny saying this, but I won\'t pass up this opportunity.\"

Rowen nodded, flashing a conspirator\'s look.

Shadow cleared his throat an continued. \"Basically, you were under a physical spell. I hope you enjoyed it, because it won\'t happen again.\" Shadow turned and walked off. Rowen laughed quietly to himself. Typically cat, Shadow played it off as he were doing a chore, but his body language screamed excitement and anticipation.

Once Shadow was gone, Rowen went inside and shut his door. He decided that the best thing to do for his sanity was to file this day away and think about it later. Drunk An\'Desha, the kiss, affectionate Shadow, all of it was too weird to work out now. Besides, his movie was waiting for him, and his true love was due that evening.