fatalelukos:

Asya chuckled, hand lazily stroking up Haden’s back. “You’re so predictable.” He said, biting the boy’s ear lightly. Just small touches and nips here and there, little things really. “Simple and volatile little thing that you are.”

“Wh— what’d I do that’s so damn predictable?” Other than, you know, exist. Maybe the fact he was kind of a drop out wasn’t the most surprising piece of news he could give anyone, it was kind of a dick move to say it was PREDICTABLE.

Rude.

“…An’ I ain’ fuckin’ simple.” Volatile, yes. The touches didn’t seem to bother him, though he did notice they were there.

fatalelukos:

“I refuse to believe that.” The werewolve stated, pulling Haden closer again him. He pressed light kisses along the half-demon’s jaw. “There’s no way you were anything but barely average— no offense.”

Bullseye.

“….I could’a gotten better grades if I wanted.” He muttered angrily, shifting himself to press against Asya more comfortably. Maybe he should be pulling away—

Nah. Too much effort.

“I mean— if I actually bothered showing up.”

fatalelukos:

“You’re so dumb.” Asya sighed, nipping at Haden’s neck. “It’s a wonder you could make it through high school, to be completely honest.”

“You know, f’r all the times you insult my smarts, my grades in school weren’t that fuckin’ bad.” Okay that— that was kind of a lie. Well, they weren’t as bad as you’d expect. But they were near fail in almost every class.

Shockingly, English was about average.

…

Almost average.

fatalelukos:

Asya didn’t even try not to laugh. “You smell just fine.” He said, nuzzling into the boy’s neck again. He was already beginning to get used to the half-demon’s smell. And really Asya was sure that by a normal person’s sense of smell Haden would smell perfectly acceptable.

“It wasn’t as if I was worryin’ or anything.” He scoffed, and— oh look. Tsundere alert. “I was just— you know, curious. What kinda things a guy would like t’ smell when everything was…legit an’ shit.”

He deserved an award for his use of the english language. 

“…But good t’ know I don’t smell like shit, I guess.”

fatalelukos:

Asya snorted, shaking his head at the boy. “Are you really asking me what scent I enjoy?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. “I like nature. Trees and flowers and all that shit that probably just sounds so faggy. City smells are terrible. I like the smell of dust after it rains, and the smell of cold.”

….

Yeah that did sound really faggy.

“Dust an’ cold an’…yeah I don’t think any of those scents come in a bottle.” Unless he was going to spray himself with fabreeze. But even that seemed like it wouldn’t work out that well. “…I could go roll around in the dirt.”

Sarcasm.

fatalelukos:

“I try not to gag.” Honest to God truth. Really, there were times where he just had to walk away from someone. He’d just up and turn around and leave. Or cover his nose. “I admit there have been times where I’ve teared up. But it’s not as if I can turn it on or off, it’s even stronger than most werewolves’ noses so I’m basically screwed.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Haden gave the top of Asya’s head a pitying look. “That….fucking sucks. A lot.” He seriously couldn’t imagine having to go around— nope didn’t even want to think about it. “…What do you like then? To— uh, fuckin’ smell an’ stuff.”

fatalelukos:

Oh.

“That’s not necessary.” Asya said, pulling the half-demon closer again. “You smell just fine. Most things smell strong to me anyway I just take a bit to get accustomed to them.” To be completely honest almost everyone he came into contact with smelled bad to him at first. Came with being a werewolf, he supposed.

“Isn’t that a pain in the ass? Having all those senses heightened, an’ stuff.” He quirked and eyebrow, cocking his head to the side and giving Asya a look. “I mean, shit. Some people just smell like shit to regular people— how do you deal with that?”

fatalelukos:

“Well I can pretty much smell you from a block away so when I’m close to you like this it’s—” Like he shoved his face into the oven and took a deep breath. Or a smoke-filled house fire. Either or, really. He really actually didn’t like that scent, but he wasn’t about to tell Haden that. “Incredibly strong.” Hideous. “I’m not used to it.”

The last half demon he dealt with smelled like—

Well. Telekinetic half demons didn’t really smell like anything.

Haden just scoffed, pulling away and rolling his eyes. “You don’t need to try to spare my feelings or anythin’. I probably smell like you just shoved your head into a fucking furnace— though I can’t tell…” He probably smelled like ash to normal people, and up close it was probably hideous. The smell of fire almost made him sick, thank god he didn’t have sharper senses than he did already. 

“….Is it that bad?” He asked, frowning as he tugged at the hood of his shirt. “Maybe I should wear some cologne or something…”

Is that concern?

I do believe so.

fatalelukos:

He nuzzled his face into Haden’s neck, silent for a long moment. Content to just sit there like that.

“You smell like demon.”

Oh, what to comment on first. “It’s kind of creepy to comment on how someone smells, you know.” Haden pointed out. Though, he looked amused by Asya’s observation. “An’ no shit. I’m half demon— what did you expect?”

fatalelukos:

“Well then, thank you.” Asya said, pressing his lips to the boy’s cheek.

Oh, and there we go again with that stupid feeling. Said feeling being simliar to acceptable, and leaning towards….hm? What is it? Lo—

Like fucking hell.

“…Tsk.”