Andres is too taken aback to fight, electricity zipping down his spine as their lips connected. It takes about a second before he snapped into action, pushing himself against Onyx and biting at him as he chased the kiss. He'd regret this later, but for right now? He can't think at all. [break][break]

Any thoughts about how maybe this was a horrible joke or a trap are shoved far back into his subconscious. He doesn't care, searching for relief from everything that he had pent up tonight. There's no time to consider how or why right then. He just wanted more.


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Horrible. That's how he feels when the skin under Onyx's palms felt like it was burning. Or when his breath hitched when Onyx called him cute. His ears were ringing, and his throat clenched shut. His face flushed in the low light. He's caught completely off guard by how much he liked it. If only it didn't feel degrading. All he can manage is a low, "Don't-" barely able to finish his warning. Because he didn't want to know what would happen if he heard onyx straub call him that a second time. [break][break]

He swallowed hard. "Do you have to be a dick about everything?" He doubled down, and avoided unpacking what exactly he was feeling.[break][break]

And then there's that smile, mocking him like Onyx had him all figured out. Why is Andres the only one who's worked up here? It's not fair. Narrowed eyes widen in distress, and a bit of the mess of emotions inside his brain pools at the corners. Sunshine would've been cute from anyone else. He'd always been a crier, but he never expected it when he was angry and in public. "You are so full of shit." His voice is unsteady, much like the rest of him.

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He hated how small he felt, even as Onyx looked up at him. He thought he was better than this. He was supposed to be better than this. He'd successfully convinced himself he didn't care anymore and yet here he was getting his feelings hurt all over again. And the only person he could blame was himself. Perhaps the loss of inhibitions makes the hurt throb worse but there's nothing he can do but hold it together. Which he doesn't, and its plain as day despite the low lights of the rave and the dizzying pounding of bass through the walls. So much is going on around them that nobody can see or probably nobody cares about the possible fight that's about to erupt. [break][break]

Andres is so worked up he's begun panting, the energy building up inside. He's like a dog desperately watching the door so he can bolt outside of it. His head pings weirdly at the pet name. something flashing in his eyes as he felt the last few straws of his patience beginning to snap. "Don't call me that." he practically spat back, eyes narrowing as he continued his sarcastic remarks. [break][break]

Gods, he would love nothing more than to go back to getting crossfaded in a bathroom with handsome strangers. He could've still been having fun all on his own. why'd he have to pursue this? His hand goes to Onyx's collar trying to smack his head flat back on the wall if he even moved it. "What the fuck is your damage Onyx?!" he practically yelled, though it made no difference to anyone else. The music muffled most sounds. "The fuck does it matter if fuck everything that moves?" He's shaking. He felt so awful. He wanted to simultaneously punch Onyx in the face and go home.

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He reached over to grab the phone before he knocked it off the couch, finally tearing his eyes off the movie long enough to focus on something else. He's quick to make himself a new contact, inputting his number and name ( Andres 🐶 ), before turning to hand it over to his guest. "She's….sassy." he said with a laugh, eyes catching jsut a bit of his companion in the light of the TV. [break][break]

He doesn't mean to look, only meaning to tease. They were both guys after all. Nothing weird about changing in front of your boy. Nothing at all. Even with all this in mind, he immediately looked away, embarrassed. He had stared. A little. And while the tuft of a happy trail jump started his weak heart, a spider web of scars elicited more questions than he knew what to do with. But it's better not to ask, he thinks. That would invite Onyx to ask for his and he did not want to tell him the few he carried were Onyx's own doing. [break][break]

So he just rested the cellphone on the couch cushion and stared back at the TV. He tries not to look over too quickly, staring at the ominous change of scenery and the sudden precarious situation the men on the screen found themselves in. Timing it perfectly, Andres nudged Onyx's knee with his toe, now looking at him expectantly. "Well?" He asked, smiling as he propped his cheek on his palm. "Better right?" Maybe if he kept talking he would stop thinking about the scars, and the well defined- everything.


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He doesn't get this weird switch in attitude. The vacuum of emotion that had just left Andres flailing and snarling at something that was no longer there. Onyx had started this so why- because it's unfair. It felt unfair. something about this whole push and pull felt unfair. Onyx is languid and aloof, but even with how calmly he spoke Andres felt hackles rise. His eyebrows knit together further and his lips from from an angry frown to a full snarl. Like he was trying to keep from snapping or biting in sheer frustration. [break][break]

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked, retracted his hand and straightening up to his full height. His heart kept pumping steadily, increasing in pace but not fully panicked. The adrenaline spike from earlier is still working it's way through his system. The condescension is clear as day. Even if he's taller, he felt like he was being looked down on. And while Andres had never been one to care of the opinions of others, he cared about Onyx's. What had he done to deserve his ire anyway? [break][break]

"You sought me out, finish the conversation. Don't just- just fuckin' run off."

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He settled in once more, eyes on the TV as he once again tried to catch up with the bits and details he was missing. He figured if it was important enough, Onyx would tell him. And it's just the starting 20 minutes, they should be fine. He could still hear some of the scenes as he'd moved around. "Give me your phone, I'll write it in." he said all too casually. He doesn't look back, head canted towards the screen. "I can actually clean up if you let me know before you show up." he added wit ha laugh, making it clear he didn't care when the guy came just that he told him. He liked seeing him after all. [break][break]

Andres made a face at the mention of leather pants, wondering how exactly the maintenance functioned. "Ewww...noted." he slides further into his end of the couch, feet extending forward the center as he watched the movie. He doesn't know how to feel about the coward, but then again he shouldn't be harsh. He was one himself after all. He can't help but feel though, that the guy that survived was going to die. [break][break]

"Yeah, well, it's comfy." Andres insisted, finally looking over at Onyx and giving him an easy grin. "Chuchi's room." he said, his grin growing a little wider at the misfortune of it all. "You can just change over there, I won't look." he added pointing with his chin. He turned his eyes back to the TV letting the little lie settle for a moment or two before piping up again, "Or check the door next to the front door. Not a closet." he added, snorting as he gave Onyx a little bit of a run around.

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He can't get a read on Onyx. Frankly, he doesn't think he'd ever been good at that. Not really. He picked the wrong answer every time. But he doesn't really care about that right now. He bristled, the look Onyx gave him, like he couldn't give two shits- like he didn't care only served to further anger him. He hated it. Like his entire existence was just a nuisance to him when it had been Onyx who'd interrupted his night. Over what? A silly hello? It hurt more than he'd like to admit, and it only added to the fury burning sickly hot in his chest. [break][break]

"That!" the blonde spat back. It doesn't take him longer than a few seconds to elaborate. "The bathroom shit. You interrupt my night, pick a fight with me, and then just- just leave?!" Honestly that's the best case scenario, if he hadn't been told he was this man's life long problem. [break][break]

Andres had thought, or well, he had hoped years apart meant growth. Maturity. A change that meant even with how contentious their first meeting had been, that the subsequent next ones were better. He had thought he was doing ok, holding back from falling face first into what he'd been years ago. Still hoping to just be friends, nothing more. So, why then, every time he thought they were ok and that he could loosen up a little did it get thrown back in his face? He doesn't acknowledge the part of his brain that thinks this obsession goes beyond friendship. Not for a second does he acknowledge anything more. He'd be lucky if he could call Onyx an acquaintance after this. But he's so tired of being patient and understanding and forgiving. He's angry and hurt and sad too. He just didn't take it out on others.

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"Oh...I guess if you're always traveling it's hard to stand still already." he said. He still didn't have a clue as to what Onyx went about. He's quiet for a bit as the movie goes through the weird emotional foundation between the protagonists before settling into maybe the real story. "You can always come lounge here then. Just text me." Andres offered with ease, plucking a piece of chocolate off his shirt and unwrapping the little kiss. [break][break]

The foreshadowing does it's job. It ups the tension, Andres can feel his anxiety spiking just a tad as they move through. He liked exercise, but he'd never been an outdoorsy kind of guy. Gym challenges were one thing. Outside of that? Cities were his preferred haunts. "You'd think they'd be easier to clean though...like fluids would just trail and slip off the leather." He nodded along, chewing thgouthfully as he watched the weird shots of the forest on tv. [break][break]

"You got it~" Andres replied slowly looking back at his companion before sitting up. He lets the candy fall off him onto the sofa and set down his juice pouch. He disappeared into Chuchi's room, where he found her nesting in her little dog bed under stolen blankets, preparing herself for the worst. The walls were thin after all. He snagged more than enough for Onyx. Fuzzy, fall themed socks, some slides, a large crewneck, oversized even for Andres, and most importantly: the sweats. He dumped it all on the Rocket, unceremoniously before scopping up the lost bits of candy he'd left in his wake and setting up again. He forgets to give Onyx the courtesy of using his room to change. [break][break]

His attention is on the TV again. "Cozy time. Cozy time." he chants, albeit childishly at Onyx before focusing on what he might've missed.

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The glass revealed darkness, a patch of moonlight showing a bit of hardwood and the edge of a dog bed. Something brown and fat pads into view, eyes glinting with sudden light. Chuchi is there at the glass door, a much lighter sleeper than her trainer. She's on edge. She can smell the blood, and to see Ziadem, old nemesis she's angry. But her attention is drawn to the other passengers. Blood. She hates Onyx. She hates him deeply. Even so she darted away rushing through the apartment with such force a door slams into the wall. [break][break]

Andres is roused abruptly by the overgrown normal type pouncing on top of him barking and growling as she pulled at linens and bit at her trainer. He's up, confused as she makes noise and runs in circles trying to convey the magnitude of this moment. He rubs his eyes, suddenly panicked. Any intrusion Chuchi could handle without him. What was she so worried for? [break][break]

Perhaps it's another dog? Andres nearly trips over himself as he moved out the room, tailing after Chuchi as she put paws on the glass, the lock too high for her to get. Andres' hand is sliding the lock down just as he looked through, tired eyes widening in shock at the sight. He takes in a shaky breath frozen for a moment as he flashed back to months ago when he had seen something just as gruesome, with Onyx the cause of it all. Now it's the opposite, and Andres doesn't know what to do. [break][break]

He slammed the door open for the trio, whistling sharply to get his partner's attention. "Bring the towels form the bathroom." he urged as the Eevee moved away. Breathing began to get harder as he moved in closer to Onyx, unsure how to grab or move him. "Onyx-! S-Say something. Stay awake!" he said as Chuchi dragged back a light pink towel for Andres to try to wrap around the worst of it. He looked to the Gardevoir for guidance, ready to apply pressure. [break][break]

"Why are you here?! You need a hospital!" he hissed, hand shaking a the state his friend was in.

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He's worked himself up at this point, pulled along by frustration. What the hell had that all been about? What was the point? To just piss off after ruining his whole night? Or well- part of his night. He's too angry to try finding Dracula again, or even checking in with another stranger. His buzz is gone, replaced with bubbling animosity and trying desperately to find the source so he didn't lash out on anyone innocent. [break][break]

The jerk is back to his post, where he recalled seeing him maybe twice already. Acting like nothing ever happened? What the hell kind of mind game was this? Maybe he's falling for it. Maybe letting it affect him this much is exactly what Onyx wanted. But he doesn't care. He wants his fight. He needed his catharsis. Because, thinking back, he'd never complained had he? Thinking back, that was a little messed up of him wasn't it? [break][break]

"Hey." He slammed a palm on the wall next to Onyx's head, glaring at the guy. "What the fuck was that?"

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Perhaps Andres spent a lot of his time shifting and changing clothes. Outside, the school, his gym, dinner dates, lounging. He did laundry more often than most just because of his schedule and juggling the different dress codes for them. Maybe that's why he cared. Still, he doesn't stop extending the offer. "Well, like I said, you can borrow something of mine. If you want." he said again. [break][break]

Andres looked back to the movie, feeling sorry for the guys. But that's the safest option right? Especially with a gun involved. Whether or not it was loaded for sure. He sipped his juice pouch idly before looking back at his friend?? companion? "You're always out and about?" he asked, tilting his head at Onyx in mild surprise. He seemed like an introvert lately. Back as kids...well people change. But even Andres got tired of going out. He liked this kind of thing too. Regardless of homoerotic undertones. He made a note to buy Onyx sweatpants for Christmas. If they survived and civilization as they knew it didn't cease to exist. [break][break]

It's hard not to mourn the friend, and his commitment to his own wedding band. He didn't know what he would've done in that situation either. Though, chances were they would've been murdered regardless, ring or not. But even so the gunshot made him jump a little and frown. He'd been hoping they'd live a little longer. His response is delayed as the scene played out before he let out a sudden laugh, at the mental image of Onyx in leather pants. [break][break]

"No way-" he turned, eyes glinting with curiosity at the Rocket. "Wait- leather pants and the leather jacket?" he asked. "You go through a T-Bird phase?"

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Andres did his best not to showcase the drop he felt when Onyx spoke again. He felt- he felt bad, frustrated. Like a failure. Like he was powerless and nothing had really changed between them. He watched, a little happy to hear him perk up but smart enough to know it's not that genuine. Just a way to brush this whole encounter under the rug.
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He tried to smile back, forcing a silent laugh as he grinned back at Onyx. "Uncanny ability, huh?" but him and Acrimony are gone. And now it's his side that Churro returns to, leaning his weight on one of Andres' shins as he felt utterly empty and used up. His expression dropped as quickly as it had brightened, eyes on the stone path before he slowly crouched down and hugged his knees. This makes it easier for the Furfrou to sniff his face and lick his cheek. "I'm sorry, guys." he murmured as he took a moment to collect himself. His pokemon is patient, tail wagging slowly behind him before he nudged Andres to his feet and led him away from this whole mess.

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Andres' entire body is gearing up for a fight, an opportunity to lash out and bite as at a person that had been making him miserable for more years than he cared to count. Onyx doesn't explode on him, and that worries Andres. Becuase perhaps he's encoutnering something different. Something liek the kind of deadly silence that led Onyx to string up those men all those months ago. A painful scene Andres never forgot, and probably wasn't meant to see in the first place. The relization Onyx was in Hoenn, despite running form him all those years ago. [break][break]

Now he expected something jsut as painful and deadly from the quiet man. He braced himself, staring daggers into Onyx's eyes and not resisting when he peeled away his hand from their neck. When Onyx backs up, he thinks the guy is getting somethign hard. A weapon of some sort. But when the sounds of the club sift into the bathroom he stayed put, waiting for the shoe to drop. [break][break]

And waiting. [break][break]

And waiting. [break][break]

"He's not coming back?" the words that leave him are indignant. All thsoe horrible feelings, all that negativity bubbling and burning inside his chest are left there roiling wildly as the realization hits. The fight still left unfinished. If that even qualified as one. [break][break]

Unsteadily, he stomped forward ripping the door open to the club, glaring at a mob of people. He's looking for the son of a bitch. He wouldn't be left wanting when Onyx had been the one to interrupt and disorient him. He no longer goes with the flow of the crowd, not bouncing and shifting along with it from one lover to another. He's no longer grinning with ease, or laughing when he felt people touch him. He stands as tall as his drunken self can, swaying and following the walls as he tried to find the mother fucker in the crowd. He slapped away at hands on him, shoved people out of his way before swiftly disappearing into the mess of the party. His head is spinning, and his jaw is clenched so tight his cheeks hurt. Where was he?

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