Reese Billings (reeseinpieces) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-05-13 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | fox, reese |
Sunday: May/18/08
Who: Reese and Fox
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: starting in THEIR room, E1... then the pool
What: first meeting and swimming
This was so fucking pointless. Reese should have been continuing toward his degree in architecture in Florence, not driving from D.C. to fucking Danvers.. some shit hole town near Boston. As his Audi R8 weaved through the streets, Reese found himself growing more and more depressed. This was going to suck. Reese's hopes rose ever so slightly though when the massive structure of the school came into view. The building was beautiful. Peyton said something once about it being an old mental hospital. Looked mid to late 1800's, Victorian, and was clearly the brainchild of Thomas Story Kirkbride. Reese easily recognized the layout. The design itself was intended to promote mental health and treat lunacy, but seeing as how Peyton was still fucking bonkers, it seemed a failed design.
Rolling up and taking a space that was marked as reserved, Reese climbed out of his car and surveyed his surroundings briefly before grabbing his laptop bag and a monstrous duffle. It would take another ninety minutes of mind-numbing proceedings to check-in and get the necessary paperwork filled out before he was given a welcome packet that included a map and his key. Room: E1. Roommate: Todd Wiley. Roommate? FUCK! Why couldn't he be back at his flat in Firenze? He could be sipping wine in the piazza overlooking the river. Instead, he was shacking up with someone who was sure to be a freak, with his violent sister just down the hall.
Not even bothering with knocking, since it was his room and he had a key, Reese entered and tossed his duffle to the floor. "Move your shit over to your side," were the first words out of his mouth.
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Fox, thankfully, had been warned ahead of time that he would be getting a roommate as of Sunday. He did a fair about of bitching about it, but apparently there wasn't much to be done and it was already locked in stone. Goddammit. He had the week to clear out his stuff from the new guy's side. Though since Fox didn't have much in the way of possessions, there wasn't much to move. He had finished it within ten minutes on Friday afternoon and spent the weekend wandering around the campus, trying to annoy Angel. Things seemed to be progressing rather well on that front.
Arching a brow at the man barging in, Fox could only assume that it was his roommate. Wonderful. "Well, since none of my shit is on your side, looks that that's not gonna be an issue, is it?" He stayed where he was, stretched out on his bed, with his laptop in his lap and the bottle of Jack on the floor next to the bed. For once, he was actually wearing a shirt along with his jeans, but that was more because he was considering going to the gym later in the afternoon. "So is this your fucked up way of saying hello something I should expect?" Fox sure as hell wasn't a pushover and wanted to let this guy know it, whoever the hell he was.
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"Then who does this shit belong to?" Reese asked. There were linens on the bed and some other junk lying around. Apparently the school provided some necessities, crap that Reese would be throwing in the garbage as soon as he finished unloading his car. He wasn't sleeping on those sheets. They couldn't be more than five-hundred thread count!
"Expect whatever the fuck you want, Todd." Who was this blond douche bag? Reese would have to give his father a call immediately to get this roommate problem resolved. Maybe. Jack had a new son on the way. Reese was old news, his freakish new scales evidence of that.
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Fox looked at the sheets, shampoo, soaps and towels laid out on the bed. "Yours. Part of the welcome package. And I'd prefer it if you'd call me Fox." Remembering what the office had told him about his roommate, he returned his gaze to his laptop, casually checking the websites as he talked. "Make you a deal. You call me Todd, and I call you Jackson." It seemed the secretary gave out handy information like that. His roommate preferred to be called 'Reese'. Well, fair was fair. Though Fox didn't really give two shits about the pissant that had strolled into the room with the stick up his ass, he could make the other man's short stay hell if he wanted to. Right now, it seemed like it would be fun.
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Jackson wasn't so bad, but Reese refused to be called 'Jack' or 'Jackie'. "Whatever, dude," he said dismissively. It seemed to irritate Fox a hell of a lot more to be called Todd, and Reese would put up with 'Jackson' if it meant he could continue to piss off his roommate.
Before starting to unpack, Reese yanked the bedding free and threw the other junky supplies into the bundle. A second later, he deposited it all into the hallway for the maid or whoever to pick up. This place damn well better have maid service! His side of the room now genuinely cleared of crap, Reese started to unpack his duffle. All of his belongings looked brand new, a good deal of them were. Dad had been a dick as far as the DNA experimentation was concerned, but Reese still had a damn good line of credit, and he didn't have to pay the bills.
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Fox probably would call Jackson 'Jack' at some point. Hell, Jackson was a mouthful as it was, and as soon as Fox realized it would get on his roommate's nerves, he'd keep it up as long as need be. Partially curious, he watched out of the corner of his eye as the other man stripped the bed, tossing the articles into the hall like they were trash. Eh well, suit himself for throwing out decent sheets. The guy seemed to be a major asshole, and if he hadn't been living with Fox, he may just like this new guy. Oh well, them's the breaks.
Reaching down for his glass, he filled it with the amber liquid from the bottle, taking a healthy swig before setting the glass on the table near his elbow. He had nothing to say to the other man, so he'd wait until he was spoken to.
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Those linens were trash. Generic shit bought at Wal-Mart probably. Thank fuck Reese brought his own, though he was going to have to do some more shopping in Boston, because this room was in need of improvement. A little light construction work, and it would be livable... at least it would be once Fox's ass had been booted.
"Do you know Peyton Billings?" he asked as he neatly re-folded his clothes and arranged them perfectly in his dresser. Since Lyle had been an unhelpful asshole, Reese would have to get information about his sister from other sources.
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Fox had no intentions of going anywhere, at least until the summer. Shekinah said he had to stay here a year, she never said it had to be through the holidays. He was already planning his cross country trip. The few bars he wanted to visit again, places he hadn't yet driven to. San Fransisco sounded fun. So he opened up a new tab in his browser and started researching places in California.
"Hmm?" He glanced up for a moment, thinking about the question. "Peyton Billings. I believe I've seen her around." He gave a short shrug. Fox had no reason to give his guy any information, even if he knew much. An attitude adjustment was needed, or common ground to be reached or some bullshit for Fox to tolerate him.
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San Francisco was nice, and Reese could have told the guy all about it. It was an architectural hot spot, so of course Reese had spent a good amount of time there. Of course, Reese wouldn't just up and start sharing tips, because he didn't like Fox or care to help the guy in any way at all.
"Do you talk to her at all?" he asked, giving Fox a 'don't be a douche bag' look. "What about her boyfriend?"
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It took a fair amount of his will not to laugh at the look. Who the hell was he kidding? Asking Fox not to be the jackass when Mr. Douche himself was sitting on those freshly open sheets. Ludicrous.
Deciding, for once, to be friendly, Fox set his laptop aside and shifted to put his feet on the floor. "The school's not all that big, so I've talked to her once or twice. Same with her boyfriend. But are we friends and do we hang out? No."
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"Is he as big of a prick in person as he is online?" Reese asked, focusing on the boyfriend rather than Peyton for the time being. He had already decided that he hated Lyle. Either the ass wasn't telling Peyton the shit Reese said, or he had and just failed to get Peyton to listen. Either way, Lyle was fucking Reese's baby sister and that shit wasn't cool. It didn't matter that Reese and P.J. didn't get along, she was too young for that!
Reese went back to unpacking, pulling an interesting looking case out of his duffle. It was hard and bound in leather, with some sort of locking mechanism holding it shut. The way he set it gingerly on the night stand indicated he cared about the contents.
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Fox wondered what was in the case while he thought about his answer. Unless he got lucky enough to see Reese open it, he may just go on a lock-picking venture one night. Wouldn't be too hard. "Eh, I don't know him all that well, but he hasn't impressed me much. So you may be right, you may not." It wasn't very helpful, but again, Fox had no reason to be.
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Wasn't very helpful? Fox hadn't told Reese squat. Putting a stop to his unpacking for a moment, Reese fished out his wallet and opened it. He started thumbing through to see how much cash he had on him. "Tell ya what, you give me some real information, and I'll give you five-hundred bucks. Deal?"
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Five hundred bucks? Arching a brow at the way the man casually threw his money around, Fox had to bite the side of his tongue to remain casual. He pretended to consider it for a moment before shaking his head, shifting to lay back on the bed. "Nope, no deal. I don't give a fuck about your money. I may help you out if you stopped being such an inconsiderate ass, a trait I'd admire in anyone else. But right now for cash? Nah."
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Reese shrugged and pocketed his wallet once more. "Fine. You wanna keep on wearing that second-hand shit, be my guest. Someone else will talk and take the money that could have been yours."
Returning to his duffle, Reese paused, "Though, if you do know about Peyton.. and our father by extension.. then you know what a mistake it would be for you to open that box." Yeah, he'd caught Fox eying it. Of course, Reese was bluffing, but he was a damn good poker player, and it was doubtful Fox would recognize the lie. Hopefully he'd think twice about trying to pick the lock out of fear over what might happen to him.
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"I do well enough on my own, thanks." Fox could even afford to buy the expensive shit that Reese had. He had the money Joe had left him, but it was still currently sitting in some bank vault. He couldn't bring himself to touch it. He wanted to prove to Bronsky that he could do it on his own, and so far, he had. He'd do it if it killed him.
What Fox knew about Peyton could fit in a thimble, whatever the hell that was, and even then ninety percent of it was rumor. So the threat from Reece didn't phase him at all. Picking up his laptop, he went back to drinking his whiskey and planning his summer. Giving one last chance at being nice, Fox spoke, "There's a second glass on my bookshelf if you want a drink." It was a subtle overture at peace. He didn't really care for then guy, but he had to put up with him for at least tonight. It'd be nice not to constantly bitch like women.
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Shaking his head, Reese sounded quite arrogant when he replied, "I don't drink cheap piss." Jack Daniels? Seriously? That shit was so low-brow. Reese preferred wine over all other forms of alcohol, but when he did drink hard liquor and beer, it was expensive imported stuff. He wouldn't be caught dead drinking some crap that could be bought at the local supermarket or gas station.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, attempting to make other conversation. Reese still had no plans on playing nice, but he was bored and curious about his temporary roommate.
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Fox glowered at the insult. Say anything you wanted about him, but you did not insult the booze. His good mood went right out the window. Fox wasn't interested in women's wine, and why bother importing something when homebrewed worked just as well? Jackson had just solidified Fox's opinion of the man with that rude statement.
After a moment's thought of how to reply, he kept on typing, finally answering brusquely, "Too long."
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Reese's opinion was basically set as well. Fox was beneath him. The douche was white trash as far as Reese was concerned. Too bad he didn't accept the cash, he could have used it to buy some decent booze.
"Wow, that's specific. Months, years, what?" Peyton had been here since she was just ten years old. It seemed unlikely that the tool across the room was a lifer like that, but not impossible.
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Fox would have slit his wrists before being committed to a hellhole like this for years. As it was, he only had to endure the torture of one and that was more than enough for him. Though, somewhere in the deepest, most secret part of him, he admitted that he'd made friends here and it wasn't quite as bad as he made out. Still and all, to be here without ever having the chance, or the choice, of leaving did not a happy Fox make.
He spoke absently, making it obvious he didn't really care about the asshole across the room. "Two, closer to three months I think." And it was one of the longest times he'd spent in a single place. Hell, even attending high school he moved around a bit.
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"That's not long. Try seven years.. then you can bitch." Peyton did ALL the time. Reese could maybe cope with a couple of months. Hopefully, Jack would come to his senses by then and let Reese return to Italy.
The duffle unpacked, Reese took a seat on the edge of his bed and stared over at Fox. "What were you doing before?" The guy was probably around the same age as Reese, but he didn't look like the sort to have been in college.
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Fox ignored the first part of his new roommate's statement. Yeah sure, no one ever had a reason to bitch because someone, somewhere always had it worse. Well fuck that other person. He didn't want to be this far north just yet, so in his mind he had every reason to bitch. He fussed around with his laptop some more, wondering if he really wanted to answer the man's question.
Turning his head, he asked, obviously bored, "Do you really care or is this more of you spouting bullshit?" The man had already made it obvious that Fox wasn't deserving of the ground beneath Reese's feet, not like Fox gave a damn, but still. Why put on the whole act if each knew the other didn't like him?
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It was mostly bullshit. Reese didn't care, he was just bored and putting off going out to his car to fetch more of his stuff. "I was in Florence. Well, D.C. for the last month. But Italy for a few years before that." Had it only been a month? So much had changed in such a short period of time. Reese had no idea when his father told him he was coming home for a 'job' that he was going to be transformed into a lab rat. As he thought about it, the man scratched at his lower neck, feeling those fucking ugly ass scales there still. He'd tried yanking a few off once. Big mistake.
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Florence, Italy? While some part of Fox thrilled to know and meet someone who'd gotten out and seen places, something he desperately wanted to do, the other part rationalized that all that "culture" explained why his roommate was such a prick. "Lucky you." Before Fox had arrived here, he'd been following his nose, driving his bike. Summer would be awesome, when he could finally get back to the open road where he belonged.
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Reese huffed lightly, "Yeah, real fuckin' lucky." Because luck is why he was here now.
He got up from the bed and picked up his laptop case, opening the computer a few seconds later. It connected to the school's wireless almost instantly, and once his IM program was up and running again, he searched for Peyton's name. She wasn't online. Neither was her douchey boyfriend. Reese closed the laptop with a little more force than was needed. "There's a pool on campus, right?"
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Fox listened with half an ear to his roommate booting up his computer and dicking around the room. It was odd, hearing movement in the room that was normally quiet. He barely managed to contain his sigh at Reese. Did the man ever not ask a question?
"Yeah there's a pool. Just like there was a map given with your welcome packet." Picking up his forgotten glass, he tossed back the rest of the whiskey, not even grimacing at the burn that assaulted his tongue and throat.
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The map, right. Reese had tossed it somewhere after finding his room. Where was it? He got up from the bed and fished around a bit before finding it. Sweet. Looked like a big ass pool. Hopefully it was in good shape. Reese could use a dip right now, maybe a long soak in the hot tub afterward.
"You wanna go?" Another question, but his tone wasn't quite so prickish this time.
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Fox finally looked over at Reese, his expression contemplative and just a bit suspicious. "So are you asking me to go with to try and be nice or do you intend to keep telling me you're better than I am?" He had no qualms being honest with this guy. No sense in mincing words if they were going to be sharing space. If Reece was trying to be nice, Fox would go swimming, since he wanted to anyways. If not, he'd tell scaly boy to shove it.
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"I am better than you, and I'm not being nice... I'm just... bored. Now grab your suit." There was no point in lying. Reese and Fox didn't have to like each other to get along. Besides, other than Peyton, Fox was the person Reese knew best on campus. Knowing his recent luck, everyone else on campus would be an even bigger douche. What if Fox was as good as it got?
Going to his newly stocked dresser, Reese fished out a pair of speedos, and a second later he located his goggles and flip flops. "They provide towels there, or should I bring my own?"
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Nodding his head, Fox was satisfied with the answer. At least it was an honest one. Going to his dresser, he pulled out his swimming trunks, slipped on a pair of flipflops and didn't even worry about the goggles. He didn't own a pair as it was. Hell, he hadn't owned a swimsuit until a month ago. He'd managed to find one online and bought it, just so he could use the pool. Normally he used just the gym equipment, but he was starting to like swimming. It was a good workout.
If Fox was the person this jackass knew best, he felt sorry for the douche because he'd be miserable here. "They've got towels and hampers there, though if you're just gonna trash it because it's not soft enough, I'd bring your own." His comment was sardonic, and something he said just to get the guy's goat. They didn't like each other, but at least he wasn't throwing punches.
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"Good call," Reese commented, fishing out a towel. Egyptian cotton and oh so soft. Totally worth the cost. Anything worth having usually cost a fortune, and that included women. You could win any woman's heart if you spent enough money on a date. Chicks were dumb like that. They all had a price, and the cheaper ones were obvious.
Grabbing his keys finally, but leaving his cell behind, Reese headed for the door, leaving it open for Fox to follow. "So are there any hot chicks in this place? You know... non freakish ones?" In his mind, Reese pictured a bunch of chicks with tails and fur.
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Fox followed along behind him, his keys and cell phone in his pocket. He didn't care about the supposed coarseness of the towels. They worked and were better than bare skin drying in the cold air.
"Freakish how?" The only way women registered as freaky on his radar was in the bedroom, and then that wasn't always a bad thing. "But yeah, there's some pretty hot chicks around here. Most of 'em begging for a man's attention since there's a bunch of gays running around." Fox actually didn't mind the men fucking each other. It left the women wide open for him.
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"You know.. freakish. This isn't your average boarding school. I know what kind of people go here." The scary kind. Peyton was a perfect example of that. But at least she looked normal. "I'm not fuckin' some furry monster. Gotta draw the line somewhere, you know?"
They walked outside, and Reese squinted from the sun. He didn't know if it was a new symptom, but he seemed to be more sensitive to the light lately. Hopefully it would go away as his body adjusted to everything. Hell, he'd settle for it not getting worse. What if he ended up like one of the bloodsuckers, unable to go out during the day?
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Fox answered without even thinking. "There's a few shifters around here, some lycans and such, but I don't think anyone's ever fucked them while shifted. Apparently there's a hellhound on staff. But most everyone around here is normal looking." He nodded at a classmate and winked at a couple girls that passed by as he walked with this new man.
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Reese's head spun around to check out the girls' asses. Not bad. "Italian women are hotter.. they like it up the ass too." Mostly because they had it in their heads that they could stay virgins if they only did anal. They could also get away with not using birth control or condoms. Whatever. Reese didn't care. He would stick it where he could!
"We're gonna need some ground rules for bringing chicks back," he realized suddenly. "Whoever makes it back to the room first with a woman, has to leave some sign, and the other dude has to look elsewhere for a place to sleep or fuck. Deal?"
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Fox had wondered just how long it would take before they got the conversation around to fucking. "I've never tried an Italian girl." His mind flitted for an instant to Frankie and that quick kiss they had shared. He wondered for a moment how she'd taste elsewhere. "Though I wouldn't mind trying it out."
Taking the turn that led down to the pool, Fox nodded his agreement. "Yeah. Fine. What sort of sign did you have in mind?"
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"You're missing out. They're fuckin' wild. Really vocal, too. There was this one chick, Elisabetta... fuuuck... she could scream. My neighbors upstairs and down were always bitching. Whatever though, because those asshats yelled all the time while fighting, so I don't see why I can't make the same amount of noise while fucking, you know?"
"The tie thing is so played out, but we could probably find something else to hang on the door. It could be anything, and we'll just know if something's hanging there, that the other dude had a chick inside."
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Fox grinned. He wondered if the few Italian chicks around the school would be like that. "There's a fair amount of vocal women around. If you're into vamps, I'd say have a go at Ana." He let out a breath, still remembering the marks that lady left. "She's damned good."
He agreed that the tie thing was overdone, but he couldn't hide the grin. It'd be pretty damned obvious if a woman's bra was hanging off the knob. "Fair enough. Something's hanging, then you don't enter. Cool."
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Reese gave Fox one of those 'are you fucking kidding me?' looks of horror. "No thanks. I'd prefer to keep my blood in my body. And I'm not letting a pair of fangs anywhere near my cock." It made him shudder to think about it.
They reached the rec center, and Reese walked inside ahead of Fox, but then he let the other guy lead the way. Reese could smell chlorine, but he didn't know if there was a particular entrance they were supposed to use. Maybe they had to check-in or something. "Or you don't enter." Fox made it sound like he was the only one who was going to be getting laid.
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"Ah, well. Guess I'm the lucky one for that. They bite me, they get sick." Fox turned and flashed a grin. "Though fucking 'em is still pretty awesome."
After walking through the door, Fox led the way inside, taking a couple turns before reaching the doors for the men's locker room. Though he was in front of Reese, he still rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. 'You' was a general term, not speaking to you specifically." He knew he wasn't the only one getting laid in this school, and had a feeling he'd be competing for the room with Jackass here, but whatever. The semi-casual conversation had been nice while it lasted.
Walking in, he started to strip off his shirt in front of the lockers, heading for the one he normally used. If Jackson here was shy, he could turn his head.
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"Get sick?" Reese asked, not understanding because he didn't know what Fox was. The admin office only gave Reese the guy's name, not his race. Reese also didn't know about the existence of angel spawn. He knew some of the basics from what Peyton told him when they were still speaking. Vampires, werewolves, fairies, all that shit. What sort of creature could hurt a vampire?
Not at all shy, especially not in a pool locker room, because he'd spent so much time in them when he was younger, Reese stripped down naked and changed into his speedos. The only reason he was even remotely self-conscious, was because he had blue-green scales along his back now and webbing between his toes. It looked as though he was Aquaman's bastard son. He didn't comment on it though. He and Fox weren't friends, so info like that wasn't offered up readily.
Besides, Reese had some questions of his own. "What the hell is up with the red handprints on your chest?" Did someone actually have hands hot enough to burn a guy's flesh?
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Fox kicked off his flip flops and unbuttons his jeans, shoving the denim over his hips as he slipped into the trunks. "I'm half angel. Y'know, holy being and all that bullshit. So if a vamp gets too friendly with my neck, they end up hurling." He stood up with a smirk, the angry red welts visible. "I dunno about you, but I'm not a fan of fucking while puking."
He saw the webbed feet and the scales and had to admit to some curiosity. Okay, more than a little bit, but the information wasn't offered, and Fox didn't feel like pushing the good vibes by asking. Glancing down at his own chest, Fox gave a shrug and turned back to shove his belongings into the locker. "I had a minor problem with a fire mage. He wasn't a fan of me kissing his sister."
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Reese's eyebrows raised as Fox said he was half angel, "Holy fuck, seriously?" That was just weird. Reese wasn't a religious guy, but he'd spent a hell of a lot of time in churches while living in Italy. They had the most ornate and complicated architecture in the country, because back in the day, that's what people spent money on.. Catholicism. Reese loved the buildings. He wondered what the people inside them would make of Fox. "You're not gonna punch me for cursing... and saying Jesus and God, are you?"
Putting his own belongings in another locker, Reese stepped away with nothing more than his goggles and the speedos currently hugging his junk. He used to hate the things when first forced to wear them, but now he was used to them, and trunks felt as though they tangled around his thighs as he swam. "Don't go kissing my sister.. you know, if you're in the habit of doing that shit. I can't blame the guy for burning you."
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Fox turned around and crossed his arms over his chest, giving Reese a 'seriously?' look. "Do you really think I'm gonna fucking care if you cuss or shit? Or have you not been listening all this time you've been staring down your nose at me?" Rolling his eyes, Fox grabbed a towel off the nearby rack and walked to the showers to rinse off before jumping in the pool. On the way, he kept talking. "Tell me who your sister is, and I'll try to restrain myself." Turning the taps on, Fox stepped under the slightly cool spray. As of yet, Reese hadn't mentioned Peyton was his sister, he just happened to be extraordinarily curious about her. Fox didn't think it worth worrying about, so he didn't think too hard on it.
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"I mean the blasphemy, not swearing in general." Reese didn't think he'd said God's name in vain yet in Fox's company, but it was likely to happen, so he wanted to know if that was going to be a major problem. Apparently not.
Following the half angel (so weird), Reese rinsed off too, getting his hair plenty wet. "Peyton. She's my baby sister. Why else would I ask so much about her?" Fox was clearly retarded. "She loves pissing me off too, so I wouldn't put it past her to try and fuck you in my bed or something."
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Fox sighed, grabbing his towel and waiting for the other guy. "If I start spewing off 'Goddamns' and 'Jesus Christs' will that make you feel any better?" He shook his head, smiling a bit. "Really, dude, I don't give a fuck. Some of the other goody-two-shoes around here do, but I ain't one of 'em."
Opening the door to the pool, he was hit by a wall of warm air and loud echos. They were the only ones here, but the motors running to keep the pool a reasonable temperature made it seem loud in the stillness. "So Peyton's your sister. Guess that explains your curiosity then." Fox's mind wouldn't have gone there on its own, but thinking about having the willowy woman spread and open beneath him in her brother's bed had a certain appeal.
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"Yeah, it would. Thanks," he said with a smirk. That would help a lot, actually, and it would be amusing. Wow, if only Reese could tell his friends in Italy about this. He couldn't though, and even if he did, they wouldn't believe him.
Catching the look on Fox's face, Reese glared, "Don't even think about it, asshole. I'll rip you a new one." That warning would have to be enough for the time being, because Reese dove straight into the pool without another word. His form was perfect as he entered the water, barely making a splash. Reese was able to make it more than half way across the length of the pool before coming up for air, when he did, he spit into his goggles to keep them from fogging up, rubbing them quickly before putting them on. "You getting in or not?"
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Fox rolled his eyes, his smile spreading into a grin. "Fine. I'll swear like a fucking sailor around you." Not like he cared, but whatever. The guy could bask in Fox's presence all he wanted.
"Goddamn. What is it with siblings around here?" He muttered as he tossed his towel on a chair and headed around towards the diving boards. "I'm just gonna say fuck it all and go back to the twins." Well, twin, since he couldn't get lucky with Ava without risking his neck. Which reminded him that he still hadn't seen Charlie in awhile, especially since his debacle. He climbed the short ladder for the diving board and stood there thinking. Maybe he'd see if the guy was online. See if he wanted male company and a drink at some point. Just to chill.
Reese's question jerked Fox out of his daydream. "Yeah, I'm coming in." Dashing to the end of the board, he bounced once and jackknifed into the water.
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When Fox surfaced, the first word out of Reese's mouth was, "Twins?! Hot twins?" The architecture of the building was the only good thing about this campus so far, but the potential for a twin hook up totally made his day. He'd kill to fuck twins! "Details man!"
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Fox slid a hand through his hair, wiping the water out of his eyes. "Yeah twins. Blonde. Blonde and stacked." He debated about being truthful, since he'd actually only managed to fuck one, but instead just grinned while he treaded the water.
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The grin indicated that Fox had fucked the chicks already, which made Reese hesitant. But, what the fuck ever, he was sharing a room with the guy, and any twins that were down with a threesome were probably sluts, so it didn't make much of a difference if Reese fucked them too. "Nice. Maybe this place won't be so bad after all. I had this chick I was fucking back in Firenze.. er, Florence, sorry... it sounds wrong in English. Anyway, I guess she thought we were a couple, still does. She's sending me letters and shit, but the sooner I can get laid here, the better."
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"A woman being clingy?" Fox shuddered visibly at the idea. "Good luck with that man." He had no desire to be stuck in that situation. "Not all the girls around here put out, but some are pretty easy to spread their legs for a guy who knows what he's doing. Rumor going round is that the director herself fucked a student or two." He gave a knowing grin before ducking under the water and swimming to the side. They were here to swim, and Fox was getting more just flapping his arms.
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Raising an eyebrow, Reese thought about how hot it would be to nail the director. Jack had mentioned her a few times. They didn't get along. Jack thought the woman was a shrew who needed taming. Maybe Reese could whip her into shape. Sounded like a fun challenge.
He started swimming laps, pausing after a few to enquire more about the director. "So what's the top bitch look like anyway? Blond, brunette, red head? Tall, short? Tell me more about her." She hadn't been the one to greet Reese, though he had no complaints about the woman who made him fill out some paperwork. Reese would be sure to visit the admin office again soon.
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Fox wasn't quite as fast on his laps as Reece seemed to be in the water, those webbed feet seemed to be a serious advantage. Still, he kept his strokes steady and even, breathing when he needed. At the other man's question, he lifted his head, stopping his lap. "She's brunette. Shorter than me, rather slim, but has the look about her that suggests vulnerability. Though she's a firecracker in bed." He paused, "So the rumors go. Of course the rumors also say she could be knocked up at the moment."
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Not fast enough on his recovery. Reese caught the slip up. He splashed the water, huge grin on his face, "Bullshit... you nailed her? Fuck, now I'm gonna be forced to respect you. Asshole." Fox was fucking twins and the school's director? Might not be so bad of a roommate after all.
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Fox just shrugged and grinned. He never said that he'd fucked both twins, but he'd done one of the pair and the director twice. He was also trying to work on the Angelic Lore professor, and things were progressing nicely in that line. "Apparently I'm just irresistible," he teased.
Maybe this Reese wasn't so bad after all.
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Reese was an ass, and it seemed like Fox was too. Maybe they were destined to be roommates. Maybe they'd even start to like each other. Apparently, all they had to do was talk about banging hot chicks, and the rest was easy.
Cutting through the water once more, Reese reached the pool's edge and propped his forearms up on it to think for a moment. "So.. who haven't you banged.. but want to? Because I'm gonna have to put her first on my list."
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Fox followed Reese over to the side, leaning back against the edge and resting his elbows on it to stay above water. "Let's see now." There was Rae, Astrid and Frankie, but Fox doubted any of those girls would be willing to go for it. Hell, all three were either in relationships or just getting out of one. "Ah, I hear there's a little redheaded vamp around. Cute but looks like she's twelve. Of course she also knows what she's doing according to the rumors." Finally he shrugged. "Kinda hard to say. I've had my fair share, and am still making in roads. Of course, a lot of the girls here are either in relationships, just out of one, pregnant or upset over a recent death. Though the last one's good for consoling purposes," he grinned wickedly.
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"I'm not into fucking kids. And I'm still not convinced that vamps are a good time. Fangs and cocks just don't mix." Of course, that was probably one of those things you had to try before you knew if you liked it or not. Maybe vamps would turn out to be his new fetish. Still, they made him nervous.
"Relationships are crap. It's not hard to convince most girls to cheat. Post-funeral sex is always awesome. But pregnant? Shit, man.. I can't deal with pregnant chicks. My mom's currently knocked up, and it's turned her into the world's biggest bitch. She's a total alcoholic, so dad hired the nanny early just to make sure mom doesn't drink." That was a lot more than Reese intended to share with Fox, but they were getting along now, and the water helped calm Reese.
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Vamps had definitely turned out to be a fetish of Fox's. "She's older than she looks. Like forties or something. So it's looking like you're fucking a tween, but apparently she knows how to use that body. And is vocal." He turned to the other man and grinned. "I heard her in the showers banging some guy."
Fox arched a brow at the willingness of his new roommate to share information. It was...interesting that he wasn't being as hostile any more. "I've never really messed with a woman who's preggers. But from what I hear, some women want it bad since they don't get the chance to have anything for like, three months or some shit." Fox kicked the water lightly, making small waves for something to look at.
Part of him wanted to ask why Reese came here, but he was pretty sure that he'd be getting it enough from everyone else, he didn't need it from his roommate. Fox was confident that Reese would share when he wanted, so he was happy to wait.
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"I don't care how old she is... if she looks like a kid, I'll think of her as a kid. It's too fucking weird." Maybe some dudes were into that, but not Reese. Actually, most of the women he dated were older. Maybe he had mommy issues, though he'd never EVER admit it.
Reese was fairly certain this baby was not his mother's idea. She didn't directly say so, but he could tell she was resentful to be pregnant again. He wondered what Jack had to buy her to get her to agree to kid number three. The woman probably had something big coming her way as payment. "Whatever, I don't wanna talk about fucking pregnant chicks, because that will force me to think about my parents having sex.. and that's nasty."
"Anyway, name the best screw here so far."
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"Yeah, I get that. I'm not much into kids, so banging her's not high on my list. Just sharing the info is all."
Fox started thinking as well, having never figured out how the hell his father managed to seduce and fuck an angel. He never really though of either of them as his parents. They were just two people. Who somehow managed to have him. That was about as weird as he felt about it.
"Hmm?" His attention was pulled back as Reese asked him for an opinion. Best lay. Hmm. "I'd have to say either Ana or Cissy." Though Cissy had just had her baby, and Ana was a vamp. Sucked that the guy wouldn't rethink his opinion.
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"Names aren't much use to a new guy," he said with a sarcastic smirk. "Try describing them.. you know, if it's not too taxing on your brain. If I see smoke, I'll just dunk ya." He wore a big grin. They were getting along better now, and maybe Fox wasn't so bad. Talking about sex was easy though.
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Fox scoffed and splashed some water at Reese. "It won't fry my brain. Let's see. Ana's one of the twins, but she's vamp. So I'm not sure just how much you wanna know about her." He slanted a glance at the man beside him, gauging his reaction. "Excellent body, blonde and fairly tall. Though I'm pretty sure she'd avoid using fangs if you asked. Cissy's half ice demon and half fire mage. It makes for a," he paused taking a breath. He was damned glad the water was fairly cool. "An interesting combination. Of course, she just had her baby, so I doubt she's up for anything." Fox grinned, knowing that what he gave Reese was pretty much useless information, since he wouldn't bang either of the women.
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"I'd have to meet her to know if she seems like she'd bite my dick off. Some girls are just too fucking crazy to trust them with your cock, you know?" He was into wild chicks, but not scary chicks. There was a big difference.
Raising an eyebrow as Fox described Cissy, Reese decided he had to ask. "It's not your kid... is it?" Because that would be fucked up. Reese wasn't exactly a model citizen, and he'd cheated on lots of girls, but once he got married, he planned on staying faithful to his wife. The same could be said for any woman he might knock up, God forbid!
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Fox gave a look of horror to Reese. "Oh fuck no." And then it hit. He hadn't met Cissy until a couple months ago. "Think about it. I've been here two months. Cissy just had her baby. Do you really think it'd be mine?" Logic. Sometimes it was his best friend. Just like he knew that Hope's kid wasn't his, just because it'd been too long since they'd messed around. Thank god.
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"I don't know when you met her," he said with an assholish tone. "For all I know, you two hooked up before you came here." It had nothing to do with logic. Reese just didn't know about Fox or anyone else here. "Be glad it isn't yours. Babies are fucking anchors. I'm ages away from that shit."
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Fox grinned. "Hey now, don't be getting the stick up your ass now when you've been all tolerable. But I agree. Kids are not my thing and I've no desire to be a dad." Fox looked at Reese for a moment and decided to be honest. "By the way, Ana's twin is Ava. Ava's married to Charlie. Also a vamp and head of security here. I'd be wary around her if I were you. They're pretty tight." It was as close as he was gonna come to admitting he didn't get to actually bang twins. But it was fun to string the guy along for awhile.
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Reese listened carefully to the advice Fox offered. Very good information to know. Reese didn't want to piss off a vampire, though it was a little odd that Fox decided to play with fire like that. The guy was either really stupid or had balls of steel. Although, he had mentioned his blood making vampires sick, so maybe this Charlie dude was afraid. "Thanks for the warning. I'm not interested in having my nut sack ripped open by a jealous husband." If Fox wanted to risk his, well, that was his choice. "I'll stick to single chicks for the time being. Anyone else I should avoid? Chicks with crabs?"
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Fox leaned his head back against the side of the pool, looking up at the ceiling and floating. "Hmm. Not that I can think of. The good thing about most of the people here is the immunities to STDs and shit. Though some of the lycans may have fleas. Dunno." He looked over, wondering if Reese caught the rather bad joke. He probably did and would probably ignore it. That sounded like something a 'I'm too good for this' guy would do. "Most of the people here fall in and out of relationships. There's a shit ton of drama, someone's died every week since I got here. Um, hmm." He thought for a moment, wondering if there was anything else he should warn the guy about. "Yeah, that's about I'd think. I'm still testing out the field, so to speak."
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"No STDs sounds sweet!" but Reese didn't know if that applied to him. He didn't have a clue what the recent changes to his body meant. It was all very new to him, and he wasn't willing to experiment to find out if he was immune to herpes. "I'm still wrapping mine up though. Fleas..." he shuddered, "No thanks."
"Woah, wait... someone has died EVERY WEEK? What the fuck?! I didn't come here to die early. Granted, I didn't come here on my own... dad made me... but still! Sounds like the slutty director is too busy fucking students to worry about keeping them alive. Damn!" That had Reese more than a little worried. "The jealous security guy... is he the one killing people? Because you'd think dudes would stop fucking his wife!"
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Fox released the side to slip under the water for a moment. They were in the pool and he was drying out. In some part of his mind, that made no sense whatsoever. "Bad joke. I'm sure most of the lycans and shifters are safe enough. Which reminds me, the school does some lockdown bullshit on full moon nights, though I think that was in the welcome stuff. Just letting you know, that some people here are newly shifted and can go nutso."
He nodded his head, paused, then shook it. "It may not be every week, but it's often enough to kinda spook you. Recently a newly married student was widowed, and a girl committed suicide in her own room. OD. People around here are still shook up about it, so if you hear anyone mention Simon or Dizzy, that's who they're talking about." Reese mentioned Charlie and Fox crinkled his nose and laughed. "Nah. Charlie's actually a good guy, and has good tequila around. As far as I'm aware, he and Ava are devoted to each other and don't fuck around." He glanced over at Reese meaningfully. "I got close with Ava, but she got called away by a donor. Anyways," he continued on, certain he'd made his point. "Charlie hasn't been himself recently because he killed his sire who was a fucking psycho bitch. Stole his niece to try and get to Charlie. He staked her or some shit. So he's still dealing with that, according to rumors."
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It was the chlorine. The shit dried your skin. That's why Reese had mostly managed to avoid problems with acne as a kid. There were benefits to being a serious swimmer. "They tell you when you can come and go? What the fuck is that about?" Reese wasn't a child. He had sense enough to stay inside when there were monsters going crazy outside. He didn't need someone telling him what to do. Curfews were for kids. He turned twenty-two tomorrow!
"Oh... so you didn't fuck the twins." Reese grinned ear to ear. "So basically, I should assume all your conquests are bullshit." Reese didn't blame the guy with the married chick though. That was risky regardless any other circumstances, but REALLY stupid if the husband had super powers and fangs... and was prone to staking people? FUCK! "Sounds like some fucked up shit around here. Are all, er.. supernaturals," it felt weird saying that, "so prone to drama? And uh.. murder?"
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"Yeah, for awhile they tried to keep up a whole curfew bullshit for our 'safety' and because we're 'students' though most of us here are legal adults, and some are a couple centuries old or older. It's pretty much died off. Most of us don't have issues getting off the grounds and nothing's happened if you're not in bed at whatever time it's supposed to be." Fox was grateful that they stopped trying to enforce that stupid rule. It was pointless since most of the students never gave a damn.
Fox rolled his eyes and returned the grin. "I managed one. I decided I liked my balls intact, so I didn't fuck Ava. I did get to see her tits though. Pretty hot." He gave a shrug and splashed at the water absently while thinking of the way to answer Reese's question. "As far as I know, Charlie's actions were valid, and it's been the only murder. The drama, I've no idea, but I know it's drama central. Astrid seems to be the head of the gossip mill, though she's cool for a witch."
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"Good to know, but then what the fuck is the point of the rule? They may as well toss it out." Maybe they would over the summer. Reese was apparently stuck here through the summer, which he was REALLY annoyed about. School would be out soon, and he'd have to stay put. He would have liked to go back to Italy during that time, but his dad thought that was unwise. Ass.
Reese agreed that if someone kidnapped a family member, you had every fucking right to kill them, but it didn't make the dude any less scary. Reese would be avoiding security now that he knew what Charlie was capable of. "Crazy shit. I got enough drama in my family, I don't wanna be part of anyone else's. Anyway.. time for serious laps. I get in a hundred a day. I remember the way back if you don't wanna wait up."
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Fox gave another of his all-encompassing shrugs. "I've no idea why the hell they still have the rule. Hope, that's the director, has gotten pretty lax recently. Dunno if it's the possible kid or what, but whatever. It's working in our favor, so I'm not gonna question it."
Fox pushed off the wall and started lazily swimming towards the other end of the pool. "I won't try to keep up waterboy, but I may wait around. If I leave before you're done, you're on your own. I won't be nice and come looking for your ass." Grinning, he dived under the water and swam to the far edge of the pool, deciding to do a few laps before some more diving. Reese didn't seem half bad. He wondered how long it would last.