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(This takes place in Reject's room cuz I'm a LAZY CHUD!!)
Reject was laying on his bed like a lazy fucking chud, sighing as he got forced to watch over Ze since Moe was concerned about his dizzy state and.. the 'bite'.. well, actually its just a hickey, but Moe called it a bite.
Originally, he was going to leave Ze to suffer with the hickey, and watch Ze groan in pain. However.. Moe honked at him a lot, telling Reject to watch over Ze, or at least try to at least care for him, and Wakafante, on the other hand, told Reject that wasn't his problem, and that he should probably deal with Ze. He could remember that obvious cheeky grin Wakafante gave him while he carried Ze back upstairs.
He glanced back at Ze, who was hogging up the heated blanket for himself. Ze was even shoving around the bed, giving Reject no space.
Occasionally, Reject could hear Ze mutter and murmur into his pillow. Usually hearing him snore or saying random words in his sleep.
'He snores so damn loud.., and he NEEDS to stop trying to knock me off of MY bed.' Reject thought to himself while trying to scoot back onto the bed, just to hear a silent groan from Ze.
"Whhhh.." Ze muttered. He slowly lifted himself up while he was still on Reject's bed and got a glimpse of the entity from his half-opened eyes. "Uhhh.. You good?" Reject spoke up, watching as Ze looked around confused.
"Dude.. why the fuck.. am i in here..?" Ze murmured as he stood up from Reject's bed. Thinking of walking over to the dresser that had an upper addon, which was a circular mirror that had a tiny light to it. From what Ze could remember, the dresser was a gift from Moe during their Christmas party. Ze took a good look at himself in the mirror for a hot minute, only to spot the reddened hickey on the side of his neck.
"What.. what the.."Ze muttered as he tried to get a good angle at the bite.
Wait a second.. if they were.. and then they.. and then he..
"..Reject." Ze spoke up.
"Uhh.. Yeah Ze?" Reject answered as he focused his eye onto Ze. Hoping he wouldn't overreact about the bite. Reject then observed as he paced out his bedroom.
"Ze??"
"Just.. Give me a minute."
His voice muffled as he strolled out of Reject's room.
'He isn't THAT mad, right? I mean.. I saw how he was enjoying it. Was he enjoying it? Don't tell me he's about to empty a mag just because he has the wrong meaning to this..' Reject thought to himself as he just sat there on the bed, being the fat lazy chud he is.
Ze then busted down Reject's door, gun in hand, and loading up a mag into the shotgun.
"YOU. FUCKING. DICK!!" Ze yelled as he aimed his shotgun at Reject's torso. "WOOOOAAAH WOAH WOAH WOAH-! WOAH. CALM DOWN!" Reject threw up his arms as his outlined eyes showed his shocked expression. Ze still held his frustrated look as he kept his firearm angled at Reject, watching his yellow iris spiral left and right.
"You better explain the damn bite, or else I'M GUNNING YOU DOWN!!" Ze yelled, moving closer to Reject, making sure the gun comes in contact to Reject's body. "EXPLAIN! NOW!"
"OK, OK! Do NOT gun me down for this, BUT.. we might've gotten a bit TOO close with one anot-"
Reject was interrupted as Ze shook the entity's shoulders.
"JUST EXPLAIN THE BITE! DID. I. GET. BIT. BY. THAT. CREAKING," Ze yelled out, his fingers digging deep into the entity's shoulders.
"OR. Was. It. YOU." Ze's voice deepened. Staring intensely into the entity's eye.
".. Uhhhh.. would I be shot 28 times.. if I said it was me.." Reject muttered. Audible enough for Ze to understand. ".. Maybe. Maybe." Ze mumbled under his teeth. Giving back that stern glare from last night.
"I CAN EXPLAIN THOUGH! Lemme THINK first."
Reject exclaimed, watching Ze cross his arms, gun still in his gloved hands.
"Ok so.. Naturally I was fucking around, making sure you were pissed off, y'know? Thats my usual thing. So I thought, what if I got too close just for the fuck of it? Nothing awkward could happen, right?" Reject tried to explain, trying to convince Ze. Watching Ze's expression not move a single inch, still holding that stern look.
"About.. that.. uhm.." Reject stammered, trying to find the right words so he wouldn't weird out Ze,
"Originally, I was just getting close so that I could get some warmth, right? I just didn't expect us to go mouth to mouth. Genuinely." Reject continued to explain, trying to keep eye contact with Ze. He saw Ze rubbing his fingers against the bite a couple of times, as if the hickey Reject gave him was either itching or just irritating the hell out of him.
"I admit it, it's my fault, and.. shit, I should've known! Sorry man." Reject tried to apologize, but his apology was half assed.
Ze slowly lowered down his shotgun, eventually settling the firearm into his jacket. Staring at Reject. He then picked at the hickey again, applying pressure to feel the little pain sensation from his nerves. Rubbing the palm of his hand around the hickey.
Thankfully the angle of the hickey was only around the bottom of his neck that led to his shoulders, but the love bite was still an issue.
"You good, Ze?" Reject asked.
"Ze?"
"Just.. Lemme think about it." Ze told Reject before he decided to walk out.
Ze let out a sigh while strolling back into his own room. He got one of the smaller empty rooms that were in Wakafante's tower, since that Moe wanted the larger room, which was agreed upon, and Reject got the other room that was regular sized. For Ze? It's the size of a 4x4 room.
(Basically a small ass room)------
His new bedroom was comfy though, so he couldn't argue about that.
He unzipped his white jacket, and let it cover his pillow. Ze then took a good look at himself in the mirror that Reject probably stole from the Ikea that was still.. there. He then walked up to the mirror to get a gooooooooood close up of the hickey. So.. there's a few marks from Reject's teeth..(?), and the bruise was starting to form a purple-ish hue along the red mark.
What time even was it anyways? Ze glanced back up to his alarm clock. Reading 1:12 A.M.
Man.. he's been out for a while, either he was actually tired and exhausted, or that he was severely dizzy and needed to nap, but what does he do now in this situation?
Does he head back and tell Reject how he felt? Does he express his emotions about the hickey?
Does he even know HOW to tell him?
After all, Reject did seem to understand that Ze was uncomfortable after he remembered the hickey, but seeing Reject desperate for forgiveness was an odd sight.
Fuck, he should think of something. He can't just leave Reject without any sort of acceptance of forgiveness or any denial. Ze NEEDS to say something.
Ze crept back into Reject's room, but he saw Reject staring at the floor, hands behind his neck. Ze then knocked on the wall to catch the entity’s attention back up to him.
"So.. about the apology. I'm glad that you’re at least trying to hold yourself accountable, but why the hickey in the first place..?" Ze spoke up, trying to keep his voice low, since he didn't want Wakafante to be yelling at him for disturbing his beauty sleep.
"Ze. I'll be dead honest. I got too.. lovey dovey? The minute we started to just hug each other, I.. God, you were so warm, I just.. I couldn't resist.." Reject tried to reason, but his words were close to stuttering. His vision now focused on the floor so that Ze couldn't see his flustered look.
Ze, on the other hand, walked over to Reject and sat back down on the bed.
The bed genuinely smelt horrible, but the scent was Reject's horrible scent.
"If I'll be honest, the sudden contact with you.. just getting all kissy and all that shit, I kind of liked it. Not saying that I hated it, but yeah. I mean.. I’m glad you didn't go too overboard." Ze then admitted, having a little smirk on his face. There was even a hint of Ze's face having a rosy tint on his cheeks.
"Dude. YOU COULD’VE JUST SAID THAT WITHOUT MAKING ME WORRY!" Reject yelled as he gave out a weak push onto Ze, getting a little chuckle out of him. "Shit, OK. I could've said that earlier, but I wanted to see how far you would try to explain." Ze replied back. He then laid down on Reject's bed, not caring about whatever scents was engulfed in the mattress, and only focusing on Reject for now, he was instead rubbing the hickey, sort of picking at it.
"I'm concerned how you can just dismiss the smell of literal trash." Reject told Ze as he laid down alongside him. Facing him. Staring at him.
Reject then felt Ze's arms wrap back around his shoulders, feeling the familiar warmth from last night.
He couldn't even imagine what would happen if Ze was still gone for the time being, especially if he was in the state of wanting to cling onto somebody.
Reject then slithered his arms around Ze's back, pulling him close to his cold body to mix their body temperatures.
"Ze. I don't think I ever got to tell you this directly, but uh.. I love you, and I mean by that. Actually mean it." Reject tried to sound serious for a minute, but that gained him another chuckle from Ze.
"What? I'm at least trying to be affectionate! You Jackass." Reject then grumbled. The outline of his eye giving Ze a disgusted look, but he snuggled his.. invisible head into Ze's shoulder, hiding his embarrassment.
"I love you too, dude, but you gotta promise not to take advantage of this, alright?" Ze then mentioned. "Dude. You think I'm a fucking idiot? Of COURSE I wouldn't do that stupid shit, and if i did, you would’ve shot me dead by now." Reject muttered into Ze's shirt after he stared back up at Ze. His invisible head snuggled back onto Ze's warm shirt afterwards, even inhaling in his scent.
Ze then remembered about the hickey, he rubbed his palm against it again, but he didn't bother picking at it, he just needed to figure out on how he could try to cover up the hickey.
After a couple of minutes of silence and snuggling, Ze could hear a few audible snores coming from Reject, if that even IS snoring. Ze's attention was focused back onto Reject, taking in the sight of his calm and collected slumbering body that was covered up by the heated blanket. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.. Ze should probably get some shut eye for now.