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Malachy: you don't get it.

Malachy: i have to go.

Aspen: I know you don't have to fucking go

Aspen: I'm fucking sorry I suggested it but I thought we trusted each other enough for me to bring something like that up

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Malachy: it's still me forcing you to consent to sex, which is what you would've told rhys.

Malachy: that's not kinky at all. you don't know what you're doing when i'm charming you.

Aspen: not if I consented beforehand

Aspen: I know what I'm doing, just not why I'm doing it

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Malachy: i'm not ever going to charm you into having sex with me.

Malachy: the fact that you would even ask me to do something like that. it's just a matter of principle.

Aspen: it's something I would've consented to

Aspen: besides, it could be kinda kinky

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Malachy: you were in the middle of losing your mind.

Aspen: what are you even on about?

Aspen: you could've just said no.

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Malachy: what.

Aspen: what the fuck did you just leave for? we were kind of in the middle of something

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Aspen: what the fuck

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Though the fact that Windsor accepted his sexuality was a calming one, Aspen remained fiery and indignant, nostrils flaring and hands curling into fists absentmindedly. "You do realise," he snarled, his anger rising when he felt the beginnings of ice meeting his heat, "that Enmity is a population of bad people. All we want are bad things, and all we do are bad things. You learn to trust even those who can't be trusted." Aspen took a deep breath and cooled himself slightly, staring down at his brother with an eyebrow cocked. "This is what you're becoming apart of."

Aspen’s reaction to his words didn’t exactly shock him. Aspen had always been volatile, prone to anger and easily upset, even as a child. Windsor always supposed it was a product of their environment. “You dating a guy isn’t the problem, I don’t care about that. It’s just this guy. You have to know he isn’t a good person, Aspen,” Windsor defended, the air around him icing over as he watched heat waves pulse from Aspen’s hands. “I’d advise you to be careful, brother,” he retorted.

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Though his body was a regulated one hundred-five degrees, Aspen couldn't help but feel a bit of a chill when he was left standing against the wall, his small frame backed up against the plaster. "Oh, don't be like that," he countered, crawling onto the bed over Malachy and straddling him, sitting back so his rear was on top of the other's thighs. "He pays for this place, I don't want him to kick me out." A lightbulb went off in his mind and he smiled down at Mal, spreading his fingers over his chest. "I mean, if you charmed me into doing it, he couldn't be mad."

Malachy paused, pulling away before huffing rather childishly and sitting on the bed. “Fine then,” he mumbled, his back hitting the mattress. He looked up at the smooth ceiling. He couldn’t find another apartment that he liked— honestly, if he had found one they’d be there right now, Malachy fucking the life out of Aspen. “Go fuck Rhys then, since you care so much what he thinks,” he pouted.

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Not thinking, hoping.

Surprise, bitches. Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.

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Though Aspen hadn't exactly expected a positive reaction from his brother, he certainly wasn't prepared for Windsor to spit out crude comments about his boyfriend. "Yes, I am," he growled, teeth clenched and bared at his twin as his hands heated rapidly over the other's legs. "Is that a problem?" His eyes narrowed and he shoved Windsor's thighs off his lap, standing and crossing his arms defensively. "I'd advise you not to speak ill of him, brother," he spat, lips curled into a hateful snarl.

Windsor, too, paused. Only for a second, though, because the shock disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. “Wait a minute, you mean you’re dating a boy?" Windsor let out a soft chuckle. "Prince Charming at that. How d’you know he didn’t charm you into dating him? That guy is a manipulative piece of shit. I wouldn’t put it past him."

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The question gave Aspen pause; though he himself brought up the subject, he was now finding it difficult to follow through with the conversation. "It's a bit complicated," he began, toying with the hem of his shirt as he spoke, "and if you tell anyone, you're absolutely dead." A deep breath filled his lungs, and as he exhaled, the words came out strung together and nervous. "His name is Malachy." Knowing Windsor likely wouldn't know him by anything but his alias, he added, "Prince Charming."

Maybe that’s the problem, he quipped in his head. He’d keep that in his head. It was clear how Aspen felt about Enmity. He’d do anything, kill torture or die for it, and while Windsor wasn’t quite so enthusiastic, he knew better than to make such remarks, lest he lose his brother just after he’s gotten him back. “Dating someone?” Windsor raised his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his features. “Dating whom, may I ask?”

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Whimpering slightly at the feeling of pressure on his backside, Aspen allowed himself to be pushed back through the doorway that led into his room, his arms threading around Malachy's neck. The way he went about it was so damn smooth that he could feel himself twitching slightly at the thought, inclining his head upwards to allow his boyfriend better access. There were a thousand things he could say to stop this from happening — namely accusing the other of charming him — but something kept his lips pursed tightly shut. "Rhys is going to kill me," he whined, eyes closing automatically at the sensation of lips at his jaw.

Malachy rolled his eyes at that, squeezing his ass once more before beginning to walk him back into Aspen’s room. “PG-13 doesn’t stop it from happening, only stops people from seeing it. So…” Almost as soon as they’d crossed the threshold, he kicked the door closed and pressed Aspen up against the nearest wall. “If I’m not mistaken, we’re now PG-13.” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along Aspen’s jaw.

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Maybe he deserves more, maybe he doesn't — that's up to the Elders to decide. You got back at him, I'm sure Bennie's planning on doing the same. He probably would've died with how you left him if some Comity hadn't brought him to me, so you had him in about the same condition he had you leave Ben in. It's over.

If you believe that was all that he deserved, I would have to disagree.

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Hands off my roommate, Vaughn. You gave him what he deserved.

I see that Bender has returned. Incidentally, so has my urge to kill.

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The sensation of Malachy relaxing around him had the worry in his muscles recoiling, every appendage on his body losing its tenseness. As soon as he mollified into the embrace, however, the feeling of hands on his backside startled him into reality again. "Rhys is home, babe," he breathed quietly, hoping his roommate wouldn't make an appearance though he knew his rules about fucking in the house. "Keep it PG-13."

All tension rolled right out of his body at those words. Aspen had that sort of effect on him, that he could spit out almost any command and Malachy would dutifully comply. He almost immediately relaxed, the kiss melting into a sweet, loving embrace rather than one forged from panic. He proceeded to slip his arms from around Aspen’s waist, drop them to cup his ass and press their hips together ever so gently as he swiped the tip of his tongue along Aspen’s pretty, thin lips.

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The atmosphere around Malachy turned tense, like he didn't quite believe Aspen, but he figured that was likely his mind getting the best of him. Yet he still kissed back with the same amount of force his opposite applied, not wanting to seem any less committed to the embrace simply out of fear Malachy would begin to question him again. "You can relax, you know," he mumbled into the other's lips, a smile quirking the edges of his mouth.

With Aspen confirming that he didn’t actually suspect that Malachy charmed him came a sense of relief. Malachy nodded, his grip around Aspen tightening as he responded, “Good,” before tilting his face up by his chin and leaning down to kiss his lips. To him, it only mattered what Aspen thought. Even so, he intensified the kiss, his fingers gripping the other’s jaw a bit tighter.

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Though his bodily instincts desired to pull away from the physical contact, Aspen knew better than to scare his brother off with his usual jumpiness; it was an acquired trait that most of Enmity had, and he figured Windsor would develop it sooner or later as he acquainted himself with his new clan alignment. The press of icy lips to his skin raised gooseflesh along his arms, but he offered no other reaction, instead wrapping his fingers around his twin's legs and shrugging slightly. "You don't want to talk about the clan, but that's my life," he offered, looking away from the other for a moment. A thousand things swam through his mind to tell Windsor, but he settled on the easiest. "I'm dating someone," he tossed out, nothing liking the taste of the words on his tongue.

How ridiculous, Windsor thought to himself, his brow continuing to knit itself together until a sigh could force its way past his lips. “Okay… Well, I don’t want to talk about the clans anymore,” Windsor huffed, scooting closer to Aspen and slinging both of his legs over his lap. At this point, he might as well have been perched right on his brother’s lap. “Tell me about your life, and all the exciting things that happen in it. You Enmity preach about how boring we Comity are,” he chuckled, pressing his ice cold lips to his brother’s fiery skin. He barely felt the heat. It was only a warm tingle against his lips, but he could feel his body fighting to retain its low temperature.