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It was needless to say that Even really wasn't in the best of moods when he left his room that morning, and he was far from happy when he went to return to it that night. There was just a lot of things on his mind that he didn't really want to deal with that got tossed into his face suddenly, and all he wanted was to hole up in his room the rest of the night and lock the door and refuse to answer it.

So needless to say, when he arrived 'home' to find his room pretty much ransacked, he was frighteningly enraged. There was, of course, one person who he could think of that knew he'd be out, and so he stormed down the hall and practically slammed Murphy's door open. He then slammed a fist against the door frame to get attention as he loomed in.

“Tell me where you've taken my belongings or I'll-” he paused mid-sentence and stared at Murphy like he could freeze him to a block of ice just from looking at him. “Is that one of my books?!”

Murphy heard Even stomping down the hall just in time to move his bottle a safe distance away on the side table where it (hopefully) wouldn't get caught in the middle of any hissyfits.

"Are you trying to break my fucking door?" he said blandly, still holding the book open to its current page. Even was clearly in a bad mood, although Murphy assumed it was due to whatever shit had gone on earlier, and the fact Murphy had gone through his room and taken the vast majority of Evens’ personal belongings. Hell, he'd even taken the other mans fucking duck, even though the goddamn thing had tried to take his fucking fingers off. Said duck was currently confined to the bathroom.

"Yeah, it's one of your books." Murphy finally replied, looking back down to the paragraph he'd left off on. The two main characters were just starting to get all touchy-feely (again), and the margin notes around that particular bit of plot development were somewhat interesting, in a creepy kind of way.

When Murphy just dismissed him and turned back to reading his book, Even's face flushed a deep red and he paused a moment in silence. It was hard to tell just from looking at him if the color was from fury or embarrassment, as both seemed to be viable reasons, and so it likely came down to that it was a mixture of both. Which was a rather bad mixture concerning Even. He was not, after all, one of the most calm and reasonable of men.

He stalked across the room and slammed a boot down on the couch right next to Murphy, in clear emphasis that if he had had a clear shot it wouldn't have been the furniture suffering, and then leaned over to loom over the other vampire. He then reached out and grabbed him roughly by his shirt, shaking him somewhat to make sure he had his full attention.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You've invaded my personal belongings!”

The fact that Even could be just a little bit on the unstable side when aggravated was a fact well known to Murphy. After all, how many impromptu fist-fights had they gotten into over the stupidest little shit? Ah, dysfunction at it's very best.

Murphy's automatic reaction to Even's kick was to sit up suddenly, swinging his legs down off the couch, all too ready to stand up suddenly and shove the taller man away. Fuck Even was tall, and Murphy really didn't fucking appreciate having him rubbing in the height difference with his stupid looming. Features twisting into a scowl, he grabbed at the hand fisted in the front of his shirt, gripping Even's wrist tightly.

"Did it conveniently slip your fucking mind that you did the exact same fucking thing to me?" he snapped.

Even grit his teeth and then curled his lips into a snarl when Murphy grabbed his wrist, and then rolled his eyes at his come back. He didn't want to give the other man the opportunity to shove him away, so he pressed forward, pushing Murphy back against the couch with a knee, and then leaned his weight on him slightly to pin one of his legs down. His body language radiated, 'I'm all up in your space and you can't do shit about it.'

“That's not the fucking same, Murphy! Yes, I moved your belongings, but then I left you and your things alone.”

He made a gesture with his free hand, motioning to the room around him, and then dropped it back down at his side.

“You brought my things here, didn't you? I thought I told you no.”

Even thought he was leaving him alone? Jesus Christ, they saw each other daily now, at least once or twice (depending on when and how much Murphy was feeding Even on any given day). Murphy reflexively pushed back against Even, his hold on the other vampire tightening. Was he getting pissed off? Fuck yes. As far as he was concerned, Even was taking this way too fucking seriously, all things considered.

"What the fuck are you getting all bent out of fucking shape for?!"

He pushed harder against Even, trying to get enough space to stand up.

"It's two fucking doors down!"

Did Even care that Murphy was getting pissed off? Apparently not. His lips curled into a scowl, and when the other vampire pushed him, he only pushed back. Even's intent with the pushing was not, however, to keep Murphy from getting free, but rather just to slam the smaller man back against the couch.

“I told you no. I don't even like to live so near to others, let alone share a room,”he growled, and his knee was pressing into Murphy's waist now.

“Do you know what kind of people sleep in the same room and share the same bed? Don't say Ruby – Ruby's a whole different story that I don't want to get into because it would take me off topic. What kind of people?”

Even had the size advantage here, and the leverage to back it up, so it should come as no surprise that Murphy found himself rammed back against the couch with a bony knee digging into him. He winced at the impact, finally releasing Even's wrist in favor of propping both elbows against the couch behind him to prevent himself from being completely squished.

"Would it really be so fucking bad to be around someone?!" Murphy snapped back, although the irony of him saying that didn't quite escape him, given the current situation. "You already fucking see me twice a day! At least!"

He struggled for a moment, half-heartedly pushing at Even's knee before going still. When he next spoke, his tone was was subdued and almost accusing.

"What kind, Even? Tell me what kind of people sleep in the same room."

When Even was angry, his one eye did this little thing where it got really squinty and started to twitch. It clearly wasn't a purposeful thing either, as Even didn't even seem to realize that his eye was doing it. You could kind of gage how angry the redhead was from it. If he was really pissed, his other eye would get really wide. If he was calming down, then the twitching would slowly stop.

At Murphy's tone change, Even inhaled sharply and stiffened up like he was going to strike him, but then relaxed. “Married couples,” he answered simply, and only after he spoke did he realize how naïve he sounded.

He blinked a few times, and then a flush came over his cheeks as he loosened his hold on Murphy. He was embarrassed his argument suddenly didn't seem like a very good one, and as he replayed that line in his head, it was not all that hard to hear the fantastical tone to it.

Murphy's eyebrow shot up, almost disappearing behind his bangs. Was Even serious? Dear god, just what kind of fantasy world did he live in? Probably read too many of those stupid books. He tried to look annoyed, but only managed to pull off a blank stare, followed by a massive, thoroughly exasperated sigh.

"Do you think they're the only people who do that?" Murphy didn't sound angry in the least anymore, only mildly taken back. He paused for a moment, then snorted quietly.

"...You'd be right at home in the 1800's, you know that?"

“They're the only people that should,” Even said defensively.

Right now Even had resigned from trying to argue more to just trying to make his statement sound less ignorant. He ran a hand through his hair with agitation, and then sunk down onto the couch next to Murphy and crossed his arms. He arched his brow a little at the other vampire and carefully considered his words for a moment.

“...Wait, but... I don't hate homosexual people.”

Murphy would've been lying if he'd said he wasn't relieved when Even seemed to be finished bitching about him moving his stuff (for the moment, anyways) in favor of this fresh new, far less intimidating argument. He visibly relaxed when Even stopped looming over him and sat down on the couch, shifting in his seat so he was facing Even.

"I fucking hope not. Otherwise you've got a hell of a self-esteem issue to work out."

Murphy made a small sound of annoyance and rubbed his hand over his face. This was retarded.

"Lots of people sleep in the same room, Even."

“I'm not gay,” Even snapped, sounding annoyed again.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from Murphy, tensing up as the other turned towards him. Even though he was done arguing about his belongings for now, he still felt on edge. Security issues? Clearly. The redhead pretty much radiated “INSECURE” in neon. He wouldn't even touch Murphy right now.

“Clearly for indecent reasons, unless you're related.”

"Yeah, I know." Murphy responded. He meant it, too. As much as he poked fun at Even about being queer, when he thought about it, both he and Even were probably in the same boat; straight guys who just happened to be involved with people who... weren't women.

Guh, he tried not to think too hard on that. Too fucking weird.

He sighed. Everything about their fucking... whatever it was (friendship? relationship? He couldn't find the right word) was too fucking weird. Talk about feeling out of your depth.

"Is that what you think I want you here for? 'Indecent reasons'?"

“I-” Even began, but then cut himself off as soon as he started. As much as he wanted to say yes, to accuse Murphy of being that pervert he has claimed he was since day one where he bit him in the nude and to blame this all on physical desire, he just... couldn't. That was all an accident anyway. It wasn't like they expected any of... this.

Whatever this was. Even didn't really like to call it a relationship since it was nothing like he imagined a relationship to be like. Or maybe it was for some other reasons he didn't want to think about.

Gods, when did he become such a girl about stupid things? He was a man and scientist. Moronic emotional drama like this shouldn't matter to him. He made a soft tch sound of irritation and curled his lips into a scowl, then raised his eyes back to Murphy's face.

“Why do you want me here again?”

Murphy had been expecting Even to call him a pervert, not ask him why. Fuck. The last thing he wanted to do was explain himself- he wasn't even one hundred percent sure he knew what he wanted.

"I don't..." I don't know.

No. That wasn't quite true. Murphy sort of knew why he wanted Even around, he just... was sort of in denial about it. He sat perfectly still, eyes averted from Even. The beginnings of an embarrassed blush were just starting to heat up his cheeks, and all in all he managed to look thoroughly awkward and uncomfortable. He took a moment to tell himself to just suck it up and bite the bullet already (it really shouldn't be that fucking hard, what the hell was wrong with him?), before answering Even.

"I'm lonely, I guess."

It wasn't like Even really helped these sort of situations either. He allowed the awkward silence to fall for several moments, with nothing really said and no noise from him except for a few embarrassed shifting and the occasional sigh. It wasn't like he didn't understand being lonely; he felt lonely himself fairly often. However, he dealt with it in a much different way. Instead of seeking others out, he withdrew further.

He was withdrawing right now, looking to his lap and stiffening up because he didn't know how to respond. For one, he wasn't really used to people actually enjoying his company. He knew he had a terrible personality. For another, he was terrible with dealing with others. He fretted over this, shifting in his seat and running his tongue over his chapped lips.

And then he reached out impulsively to run a gloved hand through Murphy's hair. He chickened out though, once his hand came close to the other's head, and hesitated a moment before placing his hand on the couch behind him. He leaned forward, but he kept his eyes averted from Murphy's face.

“Alright.”

Murphy was used to dealing with people with shitty personalities. Mostly because he had one himself, but the fact still stood. Yeah, Even pushed his buttons, but everyone did that to Murphy at some point, some of them more so than others. Only problem was, his method of dealing with people was generally outright hostility. He had to take a different approach with Even, one which left him feeling distinctly insecure and out of place.

"So... You'll stay?" he mumbled, trying to drag his gaze up from his lap and only sort of succeeding. He was attempting to look nonchalant, as though he could give a shit either way how Even answered, like he didn't really care about the question in the first place. In reality though, if Even said he wouldn't... that he didn't want to, Murphy would care, even if he wouldn't try to force him to stay.

Fuck, this whole thing was making him think too hard about stuff that he'd rather ignore. He wanted their discussion to end already and, even more so, he wanted a fucking drink.

Even glanced away from Murphy almost the instant he realized that he was staring down blankly at the other man's crotch. Just a little bit awkward there. With his free hand he rubbed his face, and then he inched a little bit closer, making sure it looked like he was doing it to relieve some strain on his back and not to just be closer to Murphy.

“I'll stay... for now. The first reason you give me to leave, I will.” From the tone of Even's voice, it was pretty obvious he wasn't fucking around either. He knew quite well that he really didn't give Murphy any breaks, but he personally felt that he shouldn't if he didn't want to end up hurt later.

Paranoid? Quite.

Even hesitated for a moment and then leaned in and nuzzled the skin along the line of Murphy's jaw. He loved that part of him, often giving it the most attention, as he was doing now. Teeth grazed Murphy's chin, and then he trailed his lips to the bit right under his ear and sucked there softly.

Murphy enjoyed the nights he and Even ended up crashing together, and he wasn't talking about the times they ended up messing around (oh fuck, why'd he have to think about that). These days he mostly blamed Ruby or the Twins for getting him used to having someone around at night, but really it was just old habits coming out of a 100+ year hibernation. Or something like that, anyways.

In any case, he wasn't going to be in a fucking big hurry to do anything to piss Even off. He did that enough without trying anyways.

As Even closed the distance between them, Murphy had to suppress the urge to sigh in relief. It looked like they were done talking for the moment. Breathing a quiet murmur of approval as lips settled onto the side of his neck, Murphy's hand automatically moved up into Even's hair to hold him there even as he shifted his position on the couch to allow him to move closer. Yeah. Totally not gay.

Talking was definitely done now. Now it was time to make up. Even's lips sought the section of Murphy's throat where his pulse beat the strongest, and he sucked hard there, intending to mark. He only released the skin until a large purple bruise had formed, and he pulled back a little bit to inspect his handiwork. “You bruise too easily,” he said in a tone more suitable for speaking about one of his experiments than about his... well. His something.

Even was unsatisfied and uncomfortable with Murphy's shifting, and so he decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. He hooked an arm under one of the other vampire's legs and lifted his hips off the couch, then pulled them forward against his own. He then used his own body as leverage as he turned Murphy so that he was laying across the couch with his legs open. Even, of course, had made himself cozy between them, and was now leaning over him.

Making up was probably the best part of their fights. Maybe be liked it a bit too much, but Murphy craned his neck to give Even better access regardless. He didn't have to worry too much about hickies, thanks to the healing factor. At least it was good for something. So long as he didn't leave his room in the next half hour or so, he wouldn't have to worry about anyone spotting the marks.

"It's not my fault you're part leech." he huffed.

Murphy was made just a bit uneasy when Even started rearranging him on the couch, although he put up minimal resistance. Not only did he end up on his back, but Even was between his legs, looming over him. Yeah, he was just a little bit uncomfortable with that. Maybe if he'd been less sober he wouldn't have minded, but as it was he couldn't help but tense up.

His instinct was to shove Even in the chest and end it now, but he forced himself to lay still. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Even, particularly when they'd just finished arguing. He hesitated for a moment, before grabbing Even around the shoulders and pressed their lips together.

Even would have probably had something snarky to say about being part leech, something along the lines of 'Whose fault is that?' but luckily Murphy busied his mouth with something else that didn't involve verbally displaying how much of an ass he was. He responded with teeth and tongue, and just maybe a little bit leftover aggression from the argument earlier. After all, he had a point to be made.

He eventually settled himself nicely on top of Murphy, but found himself struggling to find a comfortable position for his arms considering the length differences between them. He first tried putting his arm near Murphy's head, which didn't work. Then he tried threading it through his hair and behind his neck, which worked alright until his other arm trembled from the strain of holding himself up.

Even made a noise of discomfort after a few moments, and then wiggled himself in next to Murphy so that they could instead lay side by side instead of having a top and bottom. Guuuh. Murphy needed to grow a few inches, please. The height difference always seemed to make things a little awkward.

He was less than impressed when Even kept moving around, trying to find a position that worked. Why the fuck did he have to be so goddamn tall? Regardless, he scooted over to the edge of the couch to make room for Even, rolling over onto his side and wrapping his free arm around Even's back. Murphy moved in to resume where they'd left off, nipping at the taller mans lips before properly kissing him.

Unfortunately for them both, the couch was not meant to accommodate two full grown men laying beside each other. Distracted as he was, and already on the very edge, all it took was Murphy trying to find a more comfortable position for his other arm to knock himself off balance. Murphy slipped off the side of the couch, the arm around Even tightening as he tried to catch himself.

Even had been pretty distracted by Murphy's mouth to really realize that having him on the edge probably wasn't a good idea. So when the vampire slipped off the side and yanked him down with him, Even made a loud yelp of surprise. He wasn't pulled off entirely, but instead his hand slapped down to the side of Murphy's head, and he hung off the couch awkwardly over him, his hair draping his face like a curtain. Why did something bad happen every time they were getting intimate? ...Why did he think of it that way. Oh gods.

His eyes were already particularly wide, but then his cheeks colored significantly, and he squirmed a little and struggled to try and get back onto the couch. When that didn't work, he allowed himself to slide the rest of the way off, and nearly belly flopped on top of Murphy. ...Luckily, he didn't. He then scootched a little to the side and placed a hand over his face in humiliation.

“Where did you put my pajama pants?”

Murphy hit the carpet and yelled, jarring his elbow on the floor and finding himself treated to the joys of a protesting funny bone. Was there swearing? Fuck yes. A steady stream of curses ran from his lips as he waited for the sensation to subside, laying back even as he stared up at Even, just a tad accusingly. After all, his head was currently hurting from where Even's hand had connected with it during his fall.

As soon as Even had gotten down from the couch Murphy sat up, face burning with embarrassment and feeling the strong urge to blurt 'That wasn't my fault.' God, they really did have the worst fucking luck whenever they got down to... stuff. This was part of the problem Murphy had with doing 'stuff' sober, he always ended up feeling lost and, ultimately, embarrassed when something like this came up.

"Your..?" Murphy's brain went blank for a moment as came out of his personal issues long enough to register Even's question. "Oh. They're in the dresser. Top drawer, left side." he finally replied, jerking a thumb in the direction of the chest of drawers in the corner of the room, near the bed.

Even's face was burning for embarrassment. He felt stupid and ashamed for even starting that to begin with, and now that they had messed up already it was a total mood killer. He had to admit, it was a lot easier to touch and to kiss Murphy when they had a few drinks in them, a fact that was humiliating to Even in itself. After all, he did quite have a picture book fantasy image of how things should go.

Once Murphy had pointed out the whereabouts of his clothing, Even wasted little time in climbing to his feet and skittering over to the dresser. Even though Murphy had pointed out a specific drawer, he pulled out three at a time and started going through him to investigate where his other clothes are. After he had picked out a pair of bottoms – a non-patterned, generic, dark green cotton – he closed up all the drawers and turned around.

...Then hesitated. Did Murphy expect him to undress in front of him or something? Oh, fuck that. Like hell was he going to. Nevermind that he had seen him naked while sober in bright light before. For someone who clothed himself from head to toe in black, his own nudity was obviously something Even was not comfortable with.

“I-I'm getting changed. You do... whatever,” he mumbled, then hastily claimed the bathroom.

Murphy hauled himself to his feet, awkwardly dusting off the back of his jeans as he stood. It was a nervous gesture, rather than an actual effort to clean himself off, something to keep his hands busy. As even disappeared into the bathroom, Murphy permitted a scowl to twist his lips. He wasn't pissed at Even, not exactly, but he felt frustrated all the same.

Crossing the room quickly, Murphy opened the drawer containing his own night clothes. Pulling out a clean tee and a pair of boxers, he used the time Even was in the bathroom to change, throw his laundry into the bin, and give the room a brief once over. As he cleaned up he came across a half-bottle of something that smelt strongly like liquor but lacked a label to confirm a brand or proof. He held it for a moment, eying it thoughtfully as he contemplated taking a swing from it before finally setting it down on the desk. He wasn't in the mood to get drunk, surprisingly.

It wasn't particularly late, but Murphy crawled into bed anyways. Maybe it was the argument, or just his embarrassment kicking him in the ass, but he didn't feel like waiting up for Even to come back out. For all he knew that would just make things worse. He lay down facing away from the bathroom, hugging his pillow to the side of his head, feeling awkward and stupid and completely lost.

Even just needed to get away for a moment. He dealt with things by avoiding them, and he had hardly thought that up and leaving the room without a word would have settled well with Murphy, especially after their argument. He wasn't all that sure why he even cared at all. If one thing was certain, he tried to make sure he definitely was not thinking about Murphy as he was getting changed. ...Which was a little hard, considering he was in the Newfie's bathroom.

He tried to resist the urge to start poking around Murphy's things, but ended up doing it anyway. He quietly pulled out drawers and opened the cupboard then began to rift through through. He picked up a stick of eyeliner, inspected it like it was alien, and then hastily closed up everything which he hoped looked like he hadn't touched anything. Copernicus had been nibbling at his ankles as he leaned over the sink, and with some irritation he scooped his clothes and boots up in one arm, and his duck in the other.

“Murphy, you couldn't even leave my goddamn-”

When he left the bathroom, to his surprise he found Murphy already in bed. ...It made him feel sort of bad. He stood for a moment - awkwardly, quietly – and then deposited his boots on the floor and his laundry in the hamper. He then went and gathered up the book the Newfie had been reading, placed it on top of his journal with a hint of coloring in his cheeks, and then looked back towards the bed. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it and looked to the floor before he did.

Copernicus quacked in discomfort, when caused him to shift his hold on her, and he went to search for a blanket. Guess it's the couch for him.

Murphy lay still, trying to calm himself down enough to fall asleep. He would have been perfectly happy to have dozed off by the time Even reemerged from the bathroom, but unfortunately he wasn't quite so lucky. When he heard the bathroom door open Murphy contemplated pretending to be asleep, but thankfully Even seemed to think better of started up a new discussion. He would've gladly left things at that, but as he went to close his eyes and resume trying to sleep he was disturbed by the sound of Even moving about the room.

Curious, Murphy rolled over and popped himself up on one elbow, brows knitting together. Just what the fuck was the other man up to? He scowled, sitting up properly to get a better look. Jesus Christ, he even had the duck with him.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Even paused for a moment as he tried to recall where Murphy stashed the blankets. The time when he was staying in the Newfie's room for a while was a bit hazy is his memories, but he could at least recall where things were stored if he thought hard enough. He ignored Murphy first in favor of going and pulling out a blanket, and then turned towards him and gave him a sort of deadpan expression.

“I'm going to sleep,” he said bluntly, and then climbed onto the couch.

He shifted a little and placed Copernicus down on his belly, before awkwardly curling up his legs. He was pretty much too tall to fit entirely on it. He was avoiding looking at Murphy, and the reasons were pretty obvious if you looked at his face. It was pretty much cherry red with a blush.

Murphy rubbed a hand over his face, muffling an annoyed sigh as he did so. Even was being fucking ridiculous. He even looked ridiculous, curled up on the couch with his duck. It was pretty damn obvious he was way too fucking tall to lay comfortably on it, let alone share the cramped space with something else.

"Don't be a dumbass." Murphy huffed, staring at Even. The lack of eye contact made it hard to get his point across, so (with more than a little embarrassment on his part) he reached over and pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed, scowling.

"Get your ass over here."

Even clutched at his blanket and scowled a little bit, looking particularly flustered that Murphy was giving him such a hard time about wanting to sleep on the couch. He really wasn't used to sleeping next to people. He'd done it a few times, of course. With Ruby, that time he stayed in Murphy's room, ...Xehanort. The redhead felt a pang in his chest when he thought about the other apprentice. Having just found out he had vanished that day, he wasn't exactly ready to move on.

And it made him feel sort of lonely, so he crawled meekly off the couch and over to the empty side of the bed, where he placed Copernicus down on top of the covers before he crawled under next to Murphy. His legs bumped with the Newfie's own, and he quickly drew them away in embarrassment, before he rolled onto his side with his back to Murphy.

“Goodnight.”

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This is short because Sil sucks.

THIS IS SHORT BECAUSE LAINIE SUCKS

THIS IS EVEN SHORTER BECAUSE SIL SUCKS MOAR

EVEN HAS WHIMSICAL FANTASIES.

HE LIVES IN A FANTASY WORLD OF WHIMSY AND BUNSEN BURNS? Also this is rly short and crap lawl

Evem does not hate homosexuals.

Who the fuck is Evem and why should I care if he supports the homosexual agenda D8

Evem is Even's drag queen alter ego.

LAINIE MY TOES ARE FREEZOMG

LAINIE RAMBLES ABOUT NOTHING.

LIKE NIPPLE TAPE?

NIPPLE TAPE AND G-STRINGS.

THANKS LAINIE. ICON + COMMENT HEADER = I NOW ASSOCIATE EVEN WITH G-STRINGS

HE'S GOT THE LEGS FOR THEM 8D

BUT DOES HE HAVE THE ASS?

...MAYBE IF HE HIT UP THE THE STAIRMASTER.

MURPHY SHOULD MAKE HIM COME DOWN TO THE KITCHEN FOR HIS MEALS. AND GO BACK UP ON THE STAIRS.

BUT THAT WOULD TAKE AWAY FROM PRECIOUS SCIENCE TIME. D8

BOOTY > SCIENCE

HAX. Lainie posts to the original post! >:D

Lainie, why are you such win?

I'm just awesome like that. /o/ Even is amazingly articulate in these situations too. 8)

Even and Murphy are such WIN when it comes to each other.

Even's such an emotional bitchslap.

This is short because I'm retarded.

This is even shorter.

MINE IS SHORTER, SO HAH.

THERE IS A FAG IN MY TAG