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I was walking down the hallway and my heavy boots were making loud thuds on the tiles. There were no more lectures I had to attend that day, so I just wandered around campus aimlessly. My steps led me into a basement of one of the university buildings. It stank of formaldehyde, ethanol and cigarette smoke in there and there was an aura of misery and hopelessness present everywhere.
The medical science faculty.
I sniffed around and turned my eyes up. In the next moment, someone showed me what a stupid idea it was to not pay attention whilst walking next to the wall. One door flung open with insane strength and hit me right in the face. Horrible pain spread around my nose, centering around my nasal bone. The impact knocked me down. My notebook with all the papers stacked inside of it flew away and landed on the floor.
I cried out in pain and held my nose with both hands. A short maniacal laughter resounded through the hallway, but it shut immediately.
“Bloody hell!” I heard someone screech. “Nice shot! Brilliant! Oh…ey?"
I was groaning for some time and then started looking around. A heavy odor of alcohol punched me with the same strength as the impact and I immediately started wondering if he was doing some nonsense in a laboratory or if medical students just had to drink so much to not go insane. I looked at him and paid no attention to a thin stream of blood running through my fingers. The guy leaning above me obviously did and stared at me with a concerned gaze.
He looked nothing like a medic. I found his appearance rather cool and quite close to my own.
“You fine?” he asked again with a much more pleasant tone.
“Mhmm, uh, yea… I think so. I suppose yes,” I babbled. After an attempt to make me put my hands away he made a rather sour grimace and then showed me where to squeeze the root of the nose to stop the bleeding.
Even though he had a white lab coat on, I could not miss the Saxon T-shirt underneath as well as rather old looking jeans and heavy boots similar to those I had on. The dangerous student was staring at me, trying to have a better look, making strange bird-like movements with his head. It was rather cute. I gazed at his face with many skin sores and pimples. Of course I had those as well, though not as bad as he did. It was after that I noticed four metal stars on his forehead and spiky orange hair.
Very strange future doctor. But I was a very strange future teacher, so there was nothing wrong with him. Except that he almost broke my nose. I tried to crawl to the wall so I could lean against it.
“Stay here.”
He snarled and then went inside the lab. I thought to myself that I had absolutely no intention to move anywhere before my head stopped spinning. I stared at the papers lying around on the floor and wished to become a telekineticist so I could collect my notes and drawings with the power of thought.
The weird medic came back with some tissues. He fell on the ground next to me with a loud thud and metal clanking and offered the tissues to me so I could wipe my nose and face. Then he flinched back, crossed legs and pulled them closer to his body. I held the tissues underneath my nostrils. Then I gave the orange haired guy an admonishing look.
“I am terribly sorry!” he yelled so loud I worried he would disturb someone’s lecture. Luckily nobody was in the deepest university dungeon but the two of them. I smiled shyly. Then more heartwarmingly and after some time, I laughed a little and waved my hand.
“You took hitting on a girl a little too literally,” I said cheerfully. He hesitated for a while and then shook his shoulders, made a rather silly squinting face and tilted his head.
“Ha!” he shouted and grinned. “Eeeh,” he made an annoyed shriek.
“Do you have something to drink? Other than pure alcohol?”
He jumped up and yelled: “Vodka!”
“No, no, wait. Not that either. It’s alright, forget it.”
The spiky head nodded, but he went inside anyway, probably to have a drink himself. When I started to climb up on my legs, he ran around and started collecting my notes and bizarre violent drawings I created during lectures and seminars when they got too boring. So I had quite a lot of them. The orange haired medic picked up one with a lady tied to a stake and stared at it for a bit. As soon as I was sure in my heavy heels, I snatched the picture from him.
"Brilliant,” he noted and seemed entertained and curious.
I coughed shyly and put the wacky drawing in the notebook to the others. He was struggling to say something, tilting his head from side to side, examining me, and I avoided his gaze.
After a while he spoke up: “Hey, I’d try doing this sometimes." His voice sounded joyful and playful. He kept making bird-like movements with his head and shoved both hands in the pockets of his jeans. I remained silent and started panicking. Was he dangerous? Or perhaps just a little perverted? Did he enjoy violence? It would be better to disappear. I waved my hair and quickly escaped on my still shaky legs.

***

I was nervously following my two roommates that talked me into joining them for a party in an unknown house of some unknown fellow students. I really hesitated to go, since I would rather spend the evening drinking alone, listening to Iron Maiden’s last album.. Having so many people around wasn’t exactly my favorite thing, let alone strangers.
The house looked old and dirty from the outside and the same on the inside. So nothing better or worse than the building I lived in. Peeling tapestries, dirty floor and everything sort of tinted into shades of gray. The room was filled with many different people from which I noticed a circle of hippies first. They were having some fun with their herbal therapy and I thought of joining them. Then I took a look at a group of weird anarchist activists from the sociology department I’d seen sometimes in front of the university, protesting against all sorts of stuff. Mostly the police, which was sort of on point, however it would probably be more useful to protest in front of the police station. Apart from these two interesting groups, I only saw ordinary party people having a good time, being all jolly and drunk. I swear I have no problem with others having a good time, but I just don't need to be a part of it.
My two girlfriends got lost somewhere in the large group - very considerate of them, dragging me to a party and then leaving me alone - so I decided to explore the house and shyly went upstairs. On the staircase, I encountered a metalhead with a beard and tattooed shoulder, holding a barrel of lager under his arm. He was already quite smashed, so when he almost hit me and knocked me off the staircase, he didn't notice it at all. I stopped and watched him go down with a very angry face, but then carried on.
Growling and snarling, I pushed between two lads and ended up in a filthy bathroom. I had a look in a mirror and had to admit - I looked absolutely revolting. My eyeliner crooked and eyeshadow smudged. Who did this to me? Oh yes, I did.
On the mirror, there was a folded piece of paper stuck behind the frame. I reached for it only to find out who probably lived in the goddamn house, so I flinched and let the paper fall on the ground. My own drawing, one of those I dropped a couple days ago and must have forgotten. I sighed, picked the drawing up and hid it in the back pocket of my men’s black trousers with an Iron Maiden patch and HATE YOURSELF written on the left thigh.
Someone knocked on the door and it made me leave as quickly as possible to avoid any problems. When the door closed behind me, I stood above the staircase, rested against the banister and watched people go up and down for a while until I heard a screechy voice: "Heeeey, what are you doing here?"
I turned around and saw the strange punk orange haired medic who must have stolen my drawing. Well, he collected it, to be precise. He looked a little drunk, but still more or less self-aware.
"Leaving," I replied nervously. He gave me a confused look and then widened his eyes.
"No, no, no! No, stay! Wait! Eeeeeeeeh." He was trying to come up with anything to keep me from going away. After some time of contemplating, he just spat out: "Do you think a cuckoo can plant a tree?"
I jerked back a bit and stared at him in confusion with an open mouth.
"What? I mean, it can carry the seed and drop it, so technically yes…"
"Ha! Got ya!"
I had to smile. The absurdity of the situation was hilarious. "Got me how?"
"Made you think about it."
I bent over and then started laughing. I couldn't stop it for quite some time and when I raised my head, I noticed the excited expression on his face. It must've made him so proud that he amused me.
He lifted one leg to rest the knee on the banister. He took a sip of his drink.
"How's your nose anyway?" He barked and his enthusiasm frightened me a little.
"Ah, fine," I waved. "Don't worry."
"Well, I'm sorry anyway. Hey! Here, have some." He offered me an opened, half-empty bottle of beer. I gave it a suspicious look. It could've been dosed up with some drug, but whatever happens, happens. What's the point of anything anyway?
I took a sip.
"What's your name, ey?" he asked.
"Eeeh-"
"Oi, Vyv! Drink with us! Don’t waste time with that bird, she’s ugly anyway."
On the stairway stood a guy, also a punk, who was yelling at the medic while making a very stupid and condescending face. I scoffed, rolled my eyes and looked in a different direction. Exactly what I needed, stupid remarks on my appearance. Vyv, as he was called apparently, frowned and yelled back: "Piss off!"
"Come on lad!"
Medic leaned towards me and said: "Beg you a pardon."
He jumped over the banister and landed on the stairway, to follow his friend down. I watched him disappear downstairs and then shrugged. Whatever, he had other people to spend time at the party with. After a couple minutes squeezing between people in the hallway, I stopped at the window and stared out of it.
The street seemed empty, peaceful and quiet. Lamp light reflected on the wet asphalt and I wanted to be there, to breathe fresh air and to be alone. That thought made me sarcastically chuckle at my own naivety. What a romantic soul I was after all, it almost felt ridiculous.
I ran down the stairs to find Vyv and his friends standing in front of the main entrance. It felt like there was a wall made out of spiked wires and I froze where I stood. Why?
One guy in the group noticed me and pointed a finger at me. I gulped and made shy a step towards them instead of rushing back up which was an extremely hard thing to do. Maybe the alcohol had already kicked in. Someone in the group said something funny and three out of four lads bursted laughing.
Vyv was the only one, who stared at the pointing guy instead of me and then smashed his face with his fist. The guy, rather surprised, fell on the ground. Vyv turned to me and made a gesture to invite me closer. I came to them very shyly and handed Vyv an empty bottle. He took it and crashed it over the sitting guy's head. After that, Vyv's friend lost consciousness.
"Please, move aside," I said nervously. "I would like to leave."
He let me go outside, but followed me.
"Ey, you’re not drunk properly."
"Properly for what," I waved a hand without looking at him or even stopping.
"Have fun?"
"Have fun?" I scoffed. "In a horribly dirty bathroom with someone I barely know and would be smashed shitless at that point?"
I stopped and fiercely pointed a finger at him. "No, thank you."
My sudden hostility provoked Vyv's impatient and violent side, so he grabbed my arm (and it was for the first time he touched me) and yanked me back in a very fierce manner. It startled me and I fought back against his grip.
"Let go of me!"
After a few seconds he released me and squinted, raising one eyebrow.
"Just to enjoy yourself, girlie. That's why you should get drunk."
"I am not a fan of parties," I spat out immediately. "And I only came because my roommates talked me into it and it was a mistake. I can't get drunk enough to actually have a good time."
He stayed silent for a bit and then asked me: "Where would you rather be?"
"I don't know at this point," I shrugged and kicked the stair in front of me with the tip of my shoe. "Outside sounds fine."
He stared at me for a minute and then followed me on the street.
"Isn't that your party? You should go inside. Have fun," I noted. He swung his arm back and forth and shook his head.
"I am having fun," he noted and jumped around.
"So I should just straight tell you how annoying you are then?"
He stopped moving around, hid his hands in his pockets and stopped.
"Yeah."
"Alright then," I said and then looked him straight in the eyes. "You don't annoy me at all."
It made him chuckle and proclaim: "You're so funny!"
I started laughing out loud and it seemingly confused him a lot.
"That was a brilliant joke! Absolutely perfect, really. Nah, I'm terrible company and I don't want to waste your time…"
"No, no, no! You don't." There was a hint of panic in his voice. "Not at all actually."
I looked around and then jumped up a short wall to sit on it and rest against the fence. The concrete was wet, but I didn't care. He walked closer and stood in front of me, our faces on the same level. He shoved his right into mine and tilted his head from one side to the other in a very jerky manner.
"So, Vyv?"
"Vyvyan."
"Jane, hi." I offered him a hand so they could shake them. He laughed and slapped my palm with his.
"Ha, Janie!" he shouted and made a step backwards so he could flail his arms. “So you like the Maiden, ey? Like, for real?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes,” I replied, annoyed with that kind of question, “yes, I do really listen to Iron Maiden.”
“I just asked,” he raised his hands in defense. Rosalie sighed.
“Yes, like everyone does,” I spat at him. “Sexist. Boring. Exhausting.”
Vyvyan paused for a moment.
Of course he was doing the best he could to ogle me on every opportunity he got since the first time we met.
Of course he thought the same thing as his mates when he saw the Maiden patch and Judas Priest t-shirt. That I couldn’t understand the music.
Wearing these manly clothes didn’t do me justice and I knew it. It was the point to not expose much skin and hide my curves and boobs under baggy clothes. They all wanted to see more and were angry because I didn't show it.
I tried to deny my femininity so others in the community would accept me, but instead of being seen as an object and sexualised to the limit, most metal and punk guys bashed me for not being the object. It seemed like there was no way to be just an ordinary metal fan and a woman at the same time and I felt trapped in a hopeless circle.
“Hey,” he said after a while, “I’ll bring some more lager.” Without hesitation, Vyv ran inside the house and I sighed, sort of glad he went back and enjoyed his party. His words escaped my mind in no time and I was absolutely sure he wouldn't come back. My boots made a loud thud as I jumped down. I looked around and then dusted off my jacket that got dirty from old leaves from the bush behind me.
“Oi, where are you going?”
“Uhmmm… Home.”
“Bloody girlie,” Vyvyan shouted and ran towards me to hand me a beer can, “One doesn't watch you for a minute and you're on your way.”
I shook my head and then smiled faintly, hiding my face behind the can when drinking. Shortly after that we got into a conversation about music for about half an hour that was mostly me praising Steve Harris but then I got cold and started shivering. Vyvyan was still trying to get a glimpse of my body (and hid it very badly) so he noticed the shaking and voiced his concern: "You're cold."
At first I tried to deny it, but my body didn't support my claims, so I had to admit it.
"Um, a little, yes."
Vyv looked around and then hugge me. Just slightly pulled me towards his body and I laid my face on his chest. He wasn't that warm. It might have been due to his lower body temperature that he wasn't feeling cold at all, standing on the street, wearing just a t-shirt with the denim vest on top. However, his closeness made my heart go wild which warmed me up a lot.
It didn't take long until I wrapped my arms around him. His clothes gave off an awful smell. I took a whiff of beer and possibly other alcohol, a hint of petrol and what I thought was sweat hidden behind a lethal dosage of deodorant. But I didn't mind it at all, even though it tickled my nose and almost made me sneeze. That moment made me feel so peaceful I haven't felt in a long time.
However I started wiggling to get out of his embrace and he was very unhappy to let go of me. We said our goodbyes and as I walked away, I heard as he punched the fence so hard one of the pales broke.
Then I heard the sound of the door being opened by someone screaming who fell down the stairs which got Vyvyan's attention.

***

I was sitting in the hallway next to the lab door, hoping I would bump into Vyv. Of course he was on my mind all the time.
I went there to wait for him on every occasion I had time, but after four days it began to become boring and stressful. He wasn't coming for sure. Yeah, he certainly looked like the type of student that really doesn't care about school.
I shrugged and got up to aimlessly wander around, humming a melody to Running Free by my favorite band. Then I lifted up my head and started to mess around with a thought that seemed rather crazy and absurd. I mean, I knew where he lived…
I shivered and the thought but on the other hand, I had to overcome the stupid shyness and fear and just jump right into things. I was a punk after all, wasn't I? There was no time to wait around and hope that stars would align. Action must have been taken. No regrets, no consequences, no future. Time to live is now.
I ran outside the university building and rushed right to the place I knew he lived at. Maybe he would pretend he's never seen me before but at least it would give me peace of mind.
However, when I stood in front of the house, my courage disappeared and I came to a stop in front of the building, staring at it as if it was a haunted house. Suddenly, I heard an explosion and a sound of breaking glass as something flew through the front window.
My will to get inside disappeared and I would've left if a long-haired, very tall and slim guy didn't run outside to pick up the smoking teapot that flew on the porch.
"Hello," he greeted me shyly and I came closer.
"Hi. You must be a flatmate of Vyv, right?"
He stared at me as if I was a ghost or some kind of illusion. I walked up the front stairs and stood next to him.
"I'm Jane, nice to meet you."
He flinched back and before he could say a word, someone started shouting from the inside.
"Where are you, Neil? Making a new teapot from scratch, or what!?"
"The-there's someone at the door. Vyv?"
"What!?"
I heard the familiar screeching voice and Vyvyan appeared in the entrance like thunder, wrecking the poor hippie to the side and very violently holding back someone behind him, occasionally punching him with an elbow.
"Aaa! Hello, girlie!" he shouted. That cheerful greeting made me smile. I waved at him.
"I was just passing by and thought I might crash in, but you seem busy…"
"No way!" He grabbed my hand to pull me towards himself and then inside. "No, no, God bless. Busy my bottom. I'll just kill Rick and I'll be right with you."
The person whose hands kept sticking from behind Vyv whined and then ran up the stairs, his dark blue robe opening despite his attempts to hold it closed.
I chuckled and when the guy, supposedly called Rick, disappeared, Vyvyan dragged me inside with greater strength than I anticipated, so I was thrown against the hallway wall.
The hippie slipped past Vyv as soon as he could and ran to the kitchen, however he still watched them curiously.
"Ouch!" I yelped after the impact. Vyvyan gave me a confused look and in the next moment he noticed me leaning towards the wall, trying to balance and not fall.
"Still wobbly, ey?" he shrieked excitedly, so I gave him an admonishing look. It made him turn serious for a moment, but not for long.
"I brought you something." That remark turned him back into a cheerful and excited mood and it caused him to jump up and land on his spread legs.
"What, what?" he shouted and bent forward so he almost headbutted me, but stopped at the last moment. This contact nature of his made me feel strange, not uncomfortable though. It was amusing and funny and I was glad that there was no danger of awkward silence around that crazy ball of energy.
I took a dirty paper out of the pocket of my trousers and handed it to him.
"I kind of stole it and wanted to give it back."
He snatched the paper and giggled like a little kid. "A-ha! Brilliant!"
"Hey, uh…" the hippie yelled from the kitchen, "would you like tea or something?"
I wanted to answer, but Vyvyan was faster: "No, Neil. But have the supper ready!"
Then he made a gesture at me so I followed him upstairs. It took me some time to gather strength and courage to start moving. He pointed at a door next to the bathroom and energetically jumped towards it to get inside.
"Hahaaa, my mother would call me extremely stupid," I said after joining him inside, "for going into a bedroom of a guy I barely know."
He laughed and closed the door. His room didn't have much furniture, a shelf, a bed covered in army green bedspread and a short table with chemistry glass and a cage full of hay. It may have had some animal inside but I didn't see any. I, however, noticed a couple of chains hanging from the ceiling near the bed and immediately got thinking about what he used them for.
I suddenly felt and heard his breath behind my left ear and got startled, so I turned around and unintentionally punched him in the head with my elbow. He made a couple small steps backwards, shaking his head and making hilariously confused grimaces.
"God! Sorry, sorry, sorry!" I started apologizing frantically, but stopped when he started manically laughing.
"W-what?"
"That's fun!"
He pushed me lightly (or so he thought) and I fell on his bed, looking at him with dread. He was grinning, seemingly very amused, not bothered with the fear in the eyes of his guest.
"Ey," he threw himself next to me, "so what now?" I shrugged and sat straight while Vyvyan made himself very comfortable, resting one of his feet (still in the shoe) on the bedspread.
"You dragged me here. I thought you had a plan." Then I looked at him and pointed at his vest. "Does the "love you dead" sign mean that you're going to kill me and then do things to my corpse?"
He stopped for a moment and then started laughing again. Shaking his head, he remarked: "Who can tell."
"I would prefer you didn't though. Hey, Vyvyan, what did the guy say so you punched him? I mean, at the party."
"Eeeeeh," he whimpered softly and squinted, tilting his head to the side. It made me a little unsettled. Did I say something wrong? Was he uncomfortable? What was he going to do next?
Vyv cleared his throat and then looked at me with something resembling anxiety present in his eyes. "He… Well, he said that you're ugly and that he wonders if you even have tits, but he'd shag you anyway." Vyvyan stared at me waiting for my reaction. Maybe he even got a bit nervous, because his eyes started wandering around.
"And you don't agree?" I asked nervously. He turned back to me and sat up so he could get his face close to mine.
"What? Nah."
"Ha," I smiled and flailed my arm, "you wouldn't even get your way with me!"
"You bet I would!" he shouted and got even closer. Then the both of us froze completely after realizing what they said.
My cheeks went completely rosy so I attempted to hide them with my palms, but bumped into Vyv's face with the left one. He squinted.
"I do have breasts," I said after a while.
Vyvyan made a couple of bird-like movements with his head and then moved it lower from my neck to the chest. Very close and not even trying to hide his intention, he stared at my black t-shirt, not exactly able to make much sense of what may be hiding beneath. Definitely not an enormous pair, that he must've known for sure.
I was watching him and found the whole situation rather ridiculous. An idea sprung in my mind and I bit my lip. After a few minutes of contemplating and watching the orange spiked hair, I put a hand on his head and pulled it towards my chest. He twitched, but quickly realized what just happened so he nestled down in the spot. I heard a subtle growl.
"You can tell me how they are, don't you?"
"Yes," he mumbled.
I was waiting for him to carry on, but he was very still with head resting on my chest. It made me smile, but after a while he lifted his head for a moment and gave me a confused look only to happily snuggle up against me.
He pressed himself to me so hard, he pushed me down on the bed and paused because of worry that I would pull him away. I just made a happy noise and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Vyvyan, hold on," I whispered softly. He pulled himself up on the free arm and stared at me. I shook my head a bit and then took off my t-shirt. He wanted to dive back in, but I put a palm on his forehead, the metal stars on his forehead poking in my skin, to stop him.
I arched my back to undo my bra and threw it next to me.
"Eeeeh," he snarled.
"What?"
"Nothing," he replied excitedly and bore his head deep into my cleavage. It was sort of strange, stripping myself in front of him whilst being eaten alive with my body issues. I'd always found my body weird, ugly even.
Vyvyan seemed to think the exact opposite and expressed it with passionate touches of his fingers and cheeks. It took him quite a long time to gather the courage to kiss my skin and try to see how far he could go. When his hot and hungry tongue touched one of my nipples and I made a faint moan, he lifted his head and stared at me.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing. It's… Uhm, Vyv…"
"Did I hurt you?!" he screeched alarmingly and widened his eyes. I smiled and scratched him behind his ear.
"Not at all," I replied warmly. "I like it."
He raised himself on his arms and made a happy face.
"Really?"
"Sure."
"So I can...go on?"
"Of course."
I didn't have to tell him twice. He bore his head between my breasts and snuggled with me for about thirty minutes, but then exhausted himself so he just laid on me, wrapped his hands around my torso and rested. I closed my eyes. It was pleasant. His excitement really pleased my ego and besides that, he was a very good company.
The moment was interrupted by someone's shouting: "Neil! Where's that tasteless chow, hippie!?"
Vyvyan lifted his head up to catch my confused and startled stare.
"Ah, that poofy bastard," he growled and stretched while still laying on top of me. I had to laugh at his silly movements.
"I should probably go," I suggested and Vyvyan frowned.
"If that bastard makes you leave, I'm gonna shove a cricket bat up his bottom."
"I don't mean because of him. But I guess you must be hungry, it's time for supper."
Vyvyan shook his head.
"I could eat you," he suggested with a happy face. I shivered and covered my chest as I sat up and thus forced Vyvyan to get off me. He made a sad, annoyed noise and quietly watched me looking for my clothes. He noticed the bra was lying next to him, grabbed it and wrapped it around his wrist.
"Ey, can I keep this?"
I smiled and then replied shortly: "No." Then I snatched my underwear from him. "I only have one."
Vyv chuckled. "And that's a problem?"
"Yes, mind you!" I shouted with an amused smile on my face. Having my clothes on felt comfortable. Despite the previous hour I felt embarrassed being half-naked in front of him when we were more or less casually talking. My stream of thoughts was interrupted by more shouting: "Neil! Do you want to starve us to death, for Cliff's sake? You lazy hippie, where the hell are you!?"
Vyvyan sighed. Someone knocked on the door very angrily.
"Vyvyan! Where's Neil!?"
"Piss off, Rick," Vyvyan replied after he pulled me close and hugged me to prevent me from leaving. I bore my head into his neck when he straightened his back to not shout into my ear. My close presence seemingly calmed him a lot, because otherwise he would get up, push Rick down the stairs and give him the fingers.
Luckily, Rick went on to look for their house slave so he let Vyvyan be, not at all aware of my presence. I stood up and dusted off my t-shirt.
"Hey, do you want to see a magic trick?" I asked out of sudden. He jumped up and down excitedly and nodded.
"Turn around and close your eyes," I instructed him. He did what I said and after a couple moments, he voiced his concern: "You're gonna hit me with something, right?"
"Patience."
"No, you're definitely gonna smash my head. I know it. Cause that's what I do when I do a trick. That's my trick, you know? I tried to be creative once out of boredom and almost lost a finger. That was fun. Hey, just do it already, I'm waiting!"
He felt the warmth of my body when I pressed myself towards his back and bent over to stretch my arms so I could reach my hands in front of his face.
"Open," I whispered in his ear. Vyvyan did so and screamed happily when he saw that I was holding a piece of black lace underwear.
"Aaaaaay!"
"You can keep that, you filthy pervert," I whispered in his ear playfully.
"Wow!" Vyv grabbed the underwear and hid it in a pocket on his vest. Then he turned to me and reached for me to give me a kiss. Or something that resembled a kiss and it made me giggle.
He pulled himself away a little, still holding me in his embrace.
"What?"
"You've never done this, have you?"
He looked in another direction and squinted as if he was trying to come up with some kind of comeback. All of those he could think of were too violent since Vyvyan was used to insulting Rick or Neil.
"How can you tell?" he asked after a while.
"Either this or you're just terrible at it."
Finally, he made an adorably sad face and nodded. "I'm doing my best!"
I smiled and laid my palm on his face, softly reaching towards him and giving him a very subtle kiss. Just shortly touched his lips with mine, so I could follow with a much more insistent one.
"Hey, let me," I whispered when he wanted to show initiative in his adorably sloppy way. It took him a while to get the hang of it, but he was a great student. After a few minutes, I stopped him and rested my forehead against his. He squeezed me tight in his arms and didn't show a slightest sign of letting me go, but I managed to free myself of his grip.
With the jacket laid next to me on his bed, I started to get in my boots that I had to take off to get the unusual present for Vyvyan.
He rested his head on my shoulder until I stood up. "Bye, Vyv."
"Hey," he jumped up, "will we hang out sometime again?"
I looked at him and then made an adorably awkward face.
"You'd like to?"
"You bet!"
I smiled, put my hand on the hem of his vest and straightened it up like a nice, caring wife. Then I proclaimed: "So we shall then."

***

When the doorbell rang, Neil rushed to open it. Arguing with the guys to get someone else to answer was meaningless, so he just did it.
"Hey," I greeted him in a very polite and friendly manner. "Neil, right? May I come in?"
The long-haired hippie stood there as if he saw a ghost yet again. He shivered a little and made a couple of strange gestures I wasn't able to decipher.
Before he got his thoughts together, I just squeezed around him and went right in where I could see three guys sitting on the floor in front of the couch, examining some papers spread around. All of the guys raised their eyes towards me and started exchanging panicked looks. One of them (one I haven't met yet) walked towards me.
"Oh, you must be the dark angel I'm expecting!"
I gave the mobster look-alike a suspicious, sour look and then shook my head. "No, I don't think so."
Before Rick could even speak to me, Vyvyan threw a screwdriver in his direction to stop him in the middle of the first step towards their visitor. It missed the anarchist by a hair's breadth, unfortunately.
"Hi," I waved at Vyvyan with a smile. He jumped over the couch and ran towards me as fast as he could.
“What are you up to, boys?” I asked with a smile, eyeing the mess. Vyvyan moved between me and whatever was laying in the drawing room, but it didn't stop me from walking past the orange haired medic and bending over the couch. Vyvyan made a terrified screech when I took one of the nasty magazines and opened it on a random page. It wasn't exactly the most hardcore pornography I've ever seen, but nothing one can casually buy at the store either.
Vyvyan stared at me with absolute dread, stunned and speechless, and Rick started sneering at him with hands on his hips and a cheerful grimace in his face.
“What a shame, isn't it, Vyvyan? A girl visits you only to find out you’re nothing but a sexist pig! These magazines! So vulgar…”
“Give yourself a break,” I spat in Rick's direction. “It's not exactly like you didn't have a look, is it?"
I shook my head and my combed up black hair flew around. Then I straightened up to give Vyv a very serious look and with my hands wrapped on my chest, I went a few steps towards him. He stared at me until I grinned and put my arms around his neck, lifted myself on my toes to give him a very slow and intense kiss in front of everybody.
“As if I didn’t know that you're a nasty pervy, Vyv,” I growled and touched his lower lip shortly. The magazine didn't interest me anymore so I threw it back where it was, however I missed and it fell on the ground. Then I let go of Vyvyan and headed to the entrance.
“W-what is…?” Rick babbled. Vyv gave him the fingers and grinned while tilting his head from one side to another, making a very smug face.
“Well, have fun, boys." I waved at all of them and then turned to Vyvyan. “Have a good time. Pick your favorites and I'll recreate the poses for you." I winked and touched my cheek. "See you later, lads! Bye!”
“No, actually," Vyvan said in a thoughtful manner, "how about I ditch these bastards and walk you home, ey?”
“If you prefer.” I shrugged.
“You bet!” He ran towards me with his typical grace and elegance of a wildebeest. Just when we were about to leave, Vyv reached back and made a rude gesture at everyone in the room. When outside, he put his arm around my shoulders, and we walked aimlessly down the street, very close to each other.
“Ey, thanks, girlie."
"For what?"
"What you did. The looks on their faces, especially Rick’s! Perfect. Brilliant!” He was flailing his free arm around. I shrugged.
"I can be a prize," I remarked with a faint sigh. "It's what I used to be."
He made a strange confused sound and I shook my head.
"Hmm, forget it."
Vyvyan went unusually silent because he got struck by a feeling he's never felt before. Empathy, probably. Strange interest in someone else's well-being and worries. He took a breath and thought of the best way to put his thoughts into words, but without success, so he just pulled me as close as he possibly could. My subtle chuckle made him smile. But he was struggling hard and I could sense it.
Before I could say anything I tripped over something that I realized was his foot. He held me very tight so I didn't hurt myself in any way, but he stopped walking anyway.
Without a word, he gave me a short, but passionate kiss. I gladly resigned myself to his touch. After the short meeting of our lips, we just stood silently, holding each other and exchanging awkward but soft glares. Vyv got a little nervous under my gaze, probably afraid he did something wrong. I, on the other hand, felt relaxed with peace of mind. Vyvyan’s closeness made me feel so nice I didn't want to let go of him ever again.
“Girlie?” he spoke up softly, still watching me with his vibrant blue eyes.
“Yes?”
“Does that mean you're mine now?"
I smiled and made a suspicious grimace. Then I grabbed the hem of his vest very passionately and held it in my hands very tight.
"I am," I whispered. "I am, Vyvyan."
He leaned forward and held me so close I bent backwards, but his arms held me tight. Then je found my lips with his to give me a long, thirsty kiss. I must have admitted that it was the best and most pleasant kiss of my life and that Vyv was a goddamn fast learner.

***

It was for the first time in history the front door was opened by someone other than Neil. Vyvyan knew I was coming because he invited me to watch Bastard Squad with him since I didn't have a television at my house.
He stared out of the window the whole day, so he almost rammed through the entrance at the sight of me. Some parts of the door made crackling sounds, wailing in a desperate effort to stay in one piece. And I didn't even have to ring the bell.
I fell in his arms with a happy chuckle and would jump up on him if I wasn’t so scared we would fall down and that I would drop the can in my hand. Vyvyan didn’t care for that at all and grabbed me to lift me up. The other two, Rick and Neil, were watching us from the kitchen, with a gray cloud flying above their heads. Neil was just down, as always, but Rick was eaten alive by jealousy that Vyvyan - that bastard with zero charm and disgusting sexist remarks - found a dedicated girlfriend that seemed to be all over him.
He heard a thud. Vyvyan dropped me on the floor which caught Rick’s attention immediately. But when I started laughing and accepted Vyvyan’s helping hand, his vile joy was swept away.
“You stupid bastard!” I yelled. Then he put my right arm around his neck so he could support me and walk me to the couch. We were moving as if we were drunk and we were, but not with alcohol. Yet. It was the laughter that caused us to lose their balance. Well, at least me.
"How dare you drop me?" I shouted.
"You can't squirm so much, girlie," Vyv responded.
Neil moved towards us and sat in an armchair next to the couch so he could watch Bastard Squad as well. It felt strange that he would've been the third wheel, but the show was obviously more important. And I personally didn't mind at all. Rick sat on the other side of the couch and rested his head on his forearm. He looked unimpressed, disgusted even.
Vyvyan fell on the couch with a happy face and I settled on the armrest, resting my legs in Vyvyan's lap and putting my feet on the cushion. When I opened the can, Vyv tried to snatch it, but I stretched my arm out.
"No, no, that's mine!"
"But…"
"It's a girly drink anyway. So don't steal it, bastard."
"And what is it?"
"Ginger beer."
He made a sour face and looked around. I watched him for some time and then asked: "Do you have any normal beer?"
"Yea. In the fridge."
I jumped up to go fetch him some. When I opened the fridge, the sight was horrific. Just like any other male student fridge, so I just shrugged, reached inside and got the beer can for Vyvyan. When I returned and made myself comfortable again, the program had already started.
It was awesome! It consumed me. Not because the show would be so enjoyable, but because watching the telly was something I wasn't used to. What my flatmates did for fun was endlessly talking about school (since they were both studying psychology) while I was in my room, listening to music and/or reading my notes, being a total swot. Sometimes playing bass guitar, being absolutely awful at it. Or so I thought, but I was studying music after all.
After some time a rather attractive lady with a very tight dress appeared on the screen and seemed to have a submissive relationship with one of the main characters. He slapped her because she slammed the door of his car a bit too harshly.
I rolled my eyes, growled and turned my gaze away.
"Fascist," she heard Rick say and looked at him. "Bloody women-beating bastard."
Vyv turned to him and scoffed.
"Rick, shut up."
"Oh yes, of course, Vyvyan!" Rick clapped back, "you think that being rude to women is very trendy, don't you?"
I straightened myself and curiously stared at the punk. "Yes, Vyvyan. Tell me. Do you think hurting women is good?"
The pressure fell on Vyv and he started moving his eyes quickly, unable to come up with a sensible thing to say.
"How exciting." Rick crossed his arms on his chest and made a condescending and arrogant grimace. I stood up and mimicked Rick's gesture.
"I wouldn't hurt you, girlie."
"That's not what I'm asking, is it?"
Rick started laughing and I threw the almost empty beer can at him so he didn't get the impression I was on his side. My action made Vyvyan chuckle, but he quickly became serious again.
"But I don't care about anyone else but you!" he shouted while spreading his arms in a helpless gesture.
I relaxed my arms and a very soft look appeared in my eyes. I started to regret my actions. On one hand, I got to know the rather idiotic side of Vyvyan that wasn't exactly pleasant. On the other hand, showing off the sentiment in front of his flatmates must have been very difficult for him. Forcing him into it was a very insensitive thing to do.
I smiled, sat next to him and gave him a kiss, so he wrapped his right arm around my hips. His grip was very tight so I snuggled up against him.
The program was almost over and Vyvyan got bored of it anyway, so he let go of me quite soon. Then he got up and started to wander aimlessly around the room and after a few minutes kicked one of the chairs so hard, it launched into the air and smashed into the wall breaking one of the feet. I kept watching him the whole time and threw myself over the armrest to rush to Vyvyan to take his hand and stop him from wrecking anything else. It didn't save the poor teacup from being flung at Rick and smashing over his head. The anarchist just flinched and covered himself with his hands against possible next attack.
With a deep growl, Vyvyan marched forward, dragging me behind him. I followed him and only managed to wave at Neil.
Two pairs of heavy boots stomped on the stairs and then the wooden floor of the hallway and his bedroom.
"I don't care about anything but you, actually," he shouted, turning his back on me and crossing his arms. I carefully touched his shoulder. "Men. Women. Anybody. Anything."
His voice sounded strangled and his words fell heavy. Being the sensitive soul I was, I noticed the amount of willpower he had to conjure to say these words out loud. He squeezed my hand in his almost to the point of pain.
"Vyv, forgive me," I whispered carefully.
"What?!" he shouted and turned around so he had to let go of the hand he was desperately holding.
"I am sorry I hassled you in front of everybody down there." I stepped towards him and grabbed his vest. He made an uncomfortable growling sound that gradually changed into a much softer one. Then he hugged me very gently.
"I'm not mad at you," he said quietly.
"It doesn't mean I can't apologize, does it?" I blurted up. He sniffed and made a couple of adorable tilting movements with his head.
His embrace lightened and then he fell on the floor with a loud thud.
He knelt in front of me, looking up at me with chin leaning towards my belly. If I could, I would pat him, but the orange spikes on his head prevented me from doing so. He started purring, poking said spikes in my skin.
I bent over and grabbed him by the chain he wore around his neck to pull him closer. I gave him a long, cold stare and then a grim smile appeared on my face. I touched his lips with the fingers of my left hand and he snarled very quietly. Then he tried to bite them and I stuck the two fingers into his mouth. He gave me a playful look and sucked on them.
It made me chuckle.
“Dirty deviant,” I whispered. Vyv nodded in agreement and jumped back up.
“Sick pervert," he attacked back, throwing me on his bed, leaning over me.
“Twisted savage."
"Bloody woman!"
Vyvyan bore his head into my neck and started kissing it hard with vicious passion. I knew very well it would leave me covered in hickeys but I didn’t give a single damn. It felt so great. His feral, vicious touches made me so warm, tingly. The need to give in to him rose into unimaginable heights. I've never felt so attracted to someone.
He wanted to look up, but I wrapped my arms around his head - his spiked hair not concerning me in the slightest - and pushed him back down, burying him in my cleavage. He fought back a little, carefully not to hurt me, so he could lift his head up after a short struggle.
“I want to strip you naked,” he cried out in need. I licked my lips and threw my jacket on the side. However, when he reached for the hem of my t-shirt, I stopped him, grabbed him by his forearms and bore my nails into his skin. He didn’t seem to care about the pain it must have caused him.
“Vyvyan," I rasped, "you want to do it, right?"
"Yes."
"You want to do it with me, right?"
He growled very loudly. "Yes!"
I grinned cheerfully and took a deep breath. Then I shook my boots off so I could pull my pants down.
Vyv stopped me. “Let me,” he requested and unbuttoned the black worn out trousers. His movements became almost unbearably slow as if he wanted to make the moment as long as possible. I hypnotized my thighs being revealed more and more, being squeezed by the hem of my pants and the eager touches of his long fingers and rough palms.
He threw the black trousers aside and I raised my arms up so he could satisfy his wish to have me completely naked. I grabbed the denim vest and violently dragged it off of him, throwing it on the floor with a rattling noise.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered.
“I can’t believe you would really want me, Vyvyan," I whined avidly into his mouth in the middle of a kiss.
“Don't be stupid," he spat out. "And help me take your bra off." I immediately did what he asked so he could get into a long and intense cuddle with my breasts.
“Come here,” I gasped and grabbed the waistband of his trousers to pull him closer. When he got me completely naked and exposed, I started fighting with his clothes. He got into the kind of playful mood that appears from time to time during such situations, and kept challenging me, fighting and refusing to let me win.
“Aaa! Get naked, bastard!”
“So I'm a bastard, ey?” Vyvyan teased me and grabbed my wrists to pin me to the bed.
“You heard me,” I replied in a deep voice and smirked.
With dark, deep snarling, he moved his head down my stomach and stuck his tongue out to lick my body from under my ribs to the right ear that he sucked for a while, happily listening to my breath. He still held my wrists tight and visibly enjoyed my desperate attempts to free myself. It was so fun, the way it amused him, so I kept going even though his grip didn't bother me anymore.
Letting go of one of my hands, he unzipped his pants so he could finally get rid of the pressure he felt inside the jeans.
I arched my back and put a palm of the free hand on his cheek. His thing wasn't exactly the smallest I have ever had, so when I made a muffled painful groan, he stopped immediately. He waited, not knowing what to do, so I pulled him closer and kissed him. I kept kissing him, refusing to let go of his lips, letting him stick his tongue deep inside my throat and squeeze my wrists so tight it hurt. Everything was gradually getting hotter, wetter and stickier. I enjoyed the sort of dirty side of sex so much; the saliva and sweat and after a while, sperm.
He moaned into my lips as he reached his limit to burst out in pleasure that sent his mind in a total wreck. He had to catch his breath.
I didn’t stop kissing him, however the passion of my touches changed into a soft bliss. He let go of me so I could touch his warm pulsing body. Perfection.
Then he realized that, embarrassingly, he didn’t last as long as he most likely wished.
“Uhmmmmmm,” he growled awkwardly. His body started shivering. “I’m sorry.”
I pushed his face away a little and gave him a playful look.
“I’m going to tell everyone,” I proclaimed and made an arrogant grimace. When I saw the shock it caused, I giggled and hugged my finally-not-so-pure lover. "I don't care, Vyv. Not at all, really."
I heard his muffled laughter. For some time, he remained in my embrace, leaning above me, but being careful to not rest his full weight on me.
“I liked it.”
“So did I, obviously,” he replied and kissed me again. And once more. Then he locked his fingers in mine and fell next to me. “Can I do something...you know…?"
I shook my head. "I'm not following."
"For you to…" He made a weird gesture and I probably understood what he was talking about. Still not exactly sure though.
“I feel like it was enough.”
“Was it?” Vyvyan seemed confused. “I’m sorry.” He rested his head on my shoulder and gently stroked my neck.
“It’s not your fault." I whispered, stroking his hair as much as it let me. "It's nothing different from most guys, nothing to be ashamed of. Hey, Vyv, if you never kissed anybody before, does it mean you haven't done this either?"
"It doesn't!" he replied reflexively and then realized he'd better be honest after all that happened and sadly added: "I didn't."
I smiled very softly. "You don't have to pretend anything with me, Vyvyan."
I shivered so he held me tighter.
“Vyv?”
“Ey?”
“Take the chain off your neck. It's poking into my ribs.”
“Oi, sorry,” he sat up and started to get the chains off with frantical movements. I laughed at him and sat as well.
“Or let it be. I have to go anyway,” I said and let my legs off the bed.
He stared at me with the chain halfway on and let go of it so it fell back down with a loud rattle.
“Why?”
I shivered again and reached for my trousers.
“I don’t want to bother you.”
“Bother?” He wanted to hug me, but I avoided him. “What’s that bollocks again, girlie?”
“Vyvyan. You know it.”
“No. In fact, I have no idea what you are rambling about and it seems like a big job. Don’t be stupid, stay here and come closer to me or I’ll make you.”
I turned around and my body couldn’t stop twitching and shivering, so Vyv quickly took a blanket and wrapped me in it.
“Lay down,” he ordered me and it sounded very serious. “And you better be good, girlie.”
I let him push me down and then join me under the blanket to snuggle up. He held me really tight, stroking my cheek with one hand and holding mine with the other.
“I don’t understand you, Vyvyan.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” I chuckled at his remark.
“You don't have any use for me anymore, do you?”
“You’re so dumb.”
“Shut up!”
“But you are. What did you say earlier?" He spoke up loudly. "That I wouldn’t want you? Bollocks. And I don't want you to leave me." He paused. "Ever."
“Vyv, shut up!” I cried out, softly punched his shoulder and then whispered: “I think I love you."
He clicked his tongue and looked upwards as if he was thinking very, very hard. Then he made a very serious and factual proclamation: "I am absolutely sure that I'm hopelessly in love with you, girlie."