Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => The Citadel => Topic started by: Rhi-Rhi on August 14, 2011, 01:12:52 pm
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He was such a nice brother. So nice he astounded himself.
Juggling two paper bags and two medium soft drinks, Genesis strode down the hall to Malachi's office. It was his own lunch break and he'd figured, hey, since he was such a swell guy he'd get in some family time while he was at it. It took some more careful juggling and shuffling of bags and drinks before he could open Malachi's door and walk on in.
"Who loves ya?" he greeted as he plopped the bags and drinks onto Malachi's desk, narrowly missing some papers. Snagging an extra chair, he pulled it up to his brother's desk and took a seat. "That's right. Me. I'm so thoughtful I make myself puke. So how's my favorite little nerd today?"
Already he'd dug into his own bag, munching on some fries.
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Malachi glanced up when his door slid open, glasses slipping down his nose. At the sight of his older brother and an armful of fastfood, Malachi smiled. That was just like Genesis. The fact Malachi wasn't much of a fast food eater probably never even entered his brother's brain. But it was the thought that counted.
"And so modest too." Reaching over, Malachi grabbed his fries and nibbled on one, "I feel I should point out, I'm your only little nerd. The rest of the population with enough braincells to work a computer avoid you."
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"Can't imagine why," Genesis said, unwrapping his chicken sandwich and taking a bite. "Bitches don't know what they're missin'."
Swallowing his bite and taking a sip of soda, he grinned at Malachi. "So, how's the social life?"
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"Obviously they haven't seen your impressive table manners or I'm sure they would be swooning at your feet." Malachi ate much more delicately, eyes still flicking to his screen and making a few notes.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Parties, drugs and orgies."
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Genesis lifted an eyebrow, chewing on another bite of food. "Ya got a food fetish or somethin', if manners is what gets ya hot? Figures the dweebs would be the kinky ones." He laughed, leaning his elbows on the desk as he ate.
Malachi's next comment made both eyebrows raise. "And ya never invited me?"
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"Oh, it's far too kinky for you. Food fetishes and all that." Malachi rolled his eyes at his brother, wondering yet again how they managed to be related, "Besides, I wasn't aware you had such an interest in my sex life. What about you? What have you been up to?"
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"I'm interested if it involves orgies. Shit, up 'til now I just figured ya humped your computer and rubbed books on yourself. As for me..." Genesis shrugged. "The usual. Sex, drugs, and missions. All my favorite things. Oh, and visiting you because someone never visits me."
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"Well, that too. I did tell you I was kinky. What can I say? The spine of a good book is just so hot." Malachi kept his expression bland, though it was hard. His brother said the weirdest things sometimes, "And I would visit more, but you're always out. Maybe you could invite me to go with so I didn't have to fuck my computer."
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"Ahh, so it's my fault ya grew up depraved, eh? Huh. Well, guess I can just call it a job well done. Except for the books. That's just weird even for me." Finishing off his sandwich in a couple more bites, he went to work on the rest of his fries.
"So, right. I'm goin' clubbing tonight. You game? Get ya fuckin' some humans, maybe?"
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Malachi was still working on his fries, his burger not touched yet and he grinned at Genesis, "Everything is all your fault. You'll just have to find me someone to go home with. That will be the start of your penance."
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"Penance? That some religious shit?" With a grin, Genesis waggled his eyebrows at Malachi. "Don't tell me you got a nun or priest fetish, too."
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"Always. Something about those long coats and white collars." Malachi took a sip of his soda, "And my point still stands. You're never socializing me as a child made me what I am today."
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Genesis rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah? 'Cause takin' ten-year-olds to wild-ass parties would just be awesome!" he said with a snort, then reached over to ruffle Malachi's hair. "Just gotta make up for all those lost years, huh?"
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"I was a very mature ten-year-old and you know it." Malachi's expression darkened when Genesis ruffled his hair and he reached up to quickly smooth it back into place, giving his brother an unamused glare, "Don't do that."
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"Yeah, fine, I'm so sorry for not throwin' ya to the pedos. Ya have any kids, I'll be sure to drag them to all the crazy parties I didn't drag you to." Withdrawing his hand, Genesis ripped open a packet of ketchup and squeezed it onto a napkin.
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Malachi stared at the mess his brother was making with undisguised horror, "Genesis...what are you doing? You are making a huge mess."
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Genesis returned Malachi's horrified look with one of confusion. "Are you serious? It's on a fucking napkin."
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"And it will leak through. Onto my desk." Malachi's hand twitched with the urge to reach over and snatch the mess of his desk. How he was related to this man, he didn't know.
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"So? And then ya wipe it up. Big deal. Fuck, you're anal."
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"Just because I'm clean doesn't make me anal." Malachi shifted his gaze to glare at Genesis, "Just put something under it. Please."
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"That? Is anal. There's clean and then there's insane. It's a fucking desk. This is what it's for," Genesis answered, sliding a fry through the ketchup.
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"It is for working on asshole. Just put something under it. At least your burger wrapper, that is waxed." Malachi shuddered, watching his brother eat. He just liked things orderly, that was all.
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"And I'm working on my food."
Genesis let Malachi squirm for a few seconds longer, but in the end, he didn't want to listen to him bitch. Sliding his wrapper under the napkin, he rolled his eyes. "Happy?"
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"Slightly. Was that really so hard?" Malachi relaxed a little, going back to finishing off his fries now that crisis was averted.
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"Like my dick," Genesis answered around another bite of fry. "And only slightly? Goddamn. What's a guy gotta do to please you?"
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"Do you try to be that crude?" Malachi snorted, "And I would be thrilled if you used a plate. But I'm aware that's expecting a little much from you."
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Genesis paused and gave Malachi a very odd look, eyebrow arched and fry raised halfway to his lips. "...You keep plates in your office?"
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"Yes. I eat in here a lot and it's handy to have plates." Malachi flushed a little, expression stubborn. He was aware that was a little odd, but he didn't like Genesis pointing that out.
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"Orrrr," Genesis began, still eying Malachi oddly, "you can just...eat like a normal not-crazy not-OCD person. Like me."
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"I do not have OCD. And I am not crazy. I just like things neat. Forgive me for not wanting to work in disorganized filth like some people." Malachi carefully unwrapped his burger, cheeks red, "Anyway. Let's not ruin this with fighting."
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Genesis finished off the last of his fries and fishes around in the bag for any extras. He caught sight of Malachi's blush and that only encouraged him. It was too easy--and not even his brother escaped getting picked on, even if he was a little gentler.
"That's how it all starts. Then the white gloves and furniture covers come on." He popped one remaining fry into his mouth and then crumpled up the bag. "Whatever, though. Whatcha got going after this?"
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"I do not have furniture covers. Those things are hideous." Malachi cracked a grin and just gestured to his computer screen, "Mostly I'm working. Why? Have something fun you want to bring me to?"
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"Like I said, I'm clubbin' after work. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd let ya tag along," Genesis said, finding the trashcan, aiming, and tossing his trash into it.
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"What kind of club?" He wouldn't mind going out, it had been a while and the idea of getting laid sounded wonderful. Maybe he should see what Cross or Raley were doing. Raley was always fun, but it was like walking through a mine field, you never knew when he was going to explode, but the sex was pretty amazing.
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Genesis winked at Malachi. "A gentleman's club," he said with a laugh.
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"Strippers? Oh." Malachi was much less interested in that. Not that he didn't enjoy naked woman, he did, very much. But strip clubs didn't really thrill him, "Maybe another time. I assumed you meant like go dancing or something."
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"Well, fuck, if dancing is what'll do it, fuck it. I can look at naked women whenever." Genesis shrugged. "As long as you'd actually dance. I'm not cancelling my strip run if you're just gonna be a wallflower."
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"Me? A wallflower? Please." Malachi snorted, "Just because I am a quote unquote nerd doesn't mean I am going to hug the wall and wait for someone to talk to me." Malachi wasn't exactly extroverted, but he wasn't some timid wilting flower either.
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"Good, because that's just awkward. Major secondhand embarrassment. So that mean you're up to it or what? You never did give me an answer."
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"If it's dancing, sure. That'll be fun." Malachi stretched, popping his back, "What time should I meet you?"
He adored his older brother, but he often found him awkward to talk to. Not much in common and Genesis always wanted things his way.
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"Meet me at ten, my place, and we'll go from there, eh?" Standing, Genesis stretched his arms over his head. "Sound good?"
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"Sure." Malachi was a little sad to see his brother leaving already, but he knew they both had work to do. He stood as well, moving around his desk and gave his brother a quick hug, "Thank you for the lunch."
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"Anytime!" Genesis answered, giving Malachi a quick hug back before turning for the door. Unfortunately for Malachi, he was leaving without his trash. "Don't say I never did anything for ya."
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Malachi smiled and waved as his brother left, though the second he was gone, Malachi whirled and began to clean up the mess, muttering curses about his brother.
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Ten rolled by and Genesis was already dressed and ready to go, in a sort of casual chic style. If there was one thing he had in common with Malachi, it was that he at least had taste in clothing, even if they were worlds apart in everything else. Hell, it was probably the one thing he could agree with his brother on: fashion.
Lounging on his couch, he fiddled with his cell phone, glancing at the time. If the lamer didn't show in a couple more minutes, he'd just have to pay him a visit himself.
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Malachi strolled down the hall, a little late but he didn't really care. He looked amazing and he knew it. Black newsboy cap, red button up, black vest, black skinny jeans and sneakers. He knocked once on the door, then let himself in, "Hey big brother. Ready to go have some fun?"
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"What took ya so long?" Genesis greeted as he rose from the couch and headed over to his brother. "Hadda clean your office or something?"
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Malachi rolled his eyes, already absently straightening up Genesis's apartment. He couldn't stand how his brother lived, such filth everywhere. Everything casually strewn around the place. Disgusting.
"Some of us believe in cleaning up after ourselves." He gave Genesis a quick grin, "Besides, I like making my dates wait."
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"Hey. Stop fucking with my stuff," Genesis said, grabbing several cups and papers out of Malachi's hands and putting them back where he'd gotten them. "And some of us believe in being punctual, too, but you don't see me bitchin'."
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Malachi made a face, "If you would just things clean, I wouldn't have to clean it. How can you live like this?"
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"It is clean. Do you see any roaches?" Genesis swept an arm out, motioning to his cluttered apartment. Everything was in chaos, boxes and books and movies and cutlery and random paraphernalia all over the place and piled high on the tables with no rhyme or reason to any of it.
"It's not dirty. I know where everything is. And I live quite comfortably, thanks. So are we going or not?"
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"Ugh." Malachi shuddered, hands twitching with the need to organize everything in the room, "Yes. Let's go."
He gave one last look at the room, then headed into the hallway. How anyone could live in that mess was beyond him. Chaos was everywhere and Genesis did not know where everything was, he just thought he did. That place was a zoo.
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With a laugh, Genesis slung an arm around Malachi's shoulders and lead the way out of the Citadel and to the taxi he'd called ahead for. "You're so uptight, bro," he said. "You needa get laid or something. A couple drinks should help that right along!"
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Malachi let his brother usher him out of the building and into the cab, "Yes, yes. You've mentioned that. I do have a sex life you know. I don't know why you have such a hard time with that."
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"I guess 'cause sex involves all the things you hate. Messiness, clothes on the floor, wet spots...letting go a little." Genesis climbed into the seat beside Malachi and nudged him in the ribs.
"Do you make them wait while you fold your clothes after they've ripped them off you? Oh, wait. That might pop a button!"
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"Well, true. And having a button pop is annoying." Malachi hoped the dark cab and his dusky skin was hiding his blush. It was unfair how Genesis was spot on and made him sound so crazy, "Just because I'm not some disgusting slob doesn't mean I'm prudish."
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"Oh man, and here I was hoping you'd say I was way off base," Genesis said with a laugh. "I'm sure your partners appreciate your...idiosyncrasi es."
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"What? So I'm the crazy one because I don't want ripped clothes?" Malachi huffed, glaring at his brother, "You're the disgusting one. It's amazing anyone would ever want to have sex with you."
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"I know how to show folk a good time," Genesis said with a grin. "In fact, they often come back for seconds. Aha, here we are."
They pulled up to the club then. Genesis quickly paid the driver and slid out of the cab, holding the door open for Malachi like a gentleman.
"M'lord," he said with an exaggerated bow.
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Malachi stuck his tongue out at his brother. Genesis always managed to bring out this side of him and it drove him nuts, "I doubt you are half as good as you think you are. Sloppy in everything you do doesn't say much for your bedroom skills."
Stepping into the club, Malachi took a moment to adjust to the darkness and the sounds and smells, "I want a drink."
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Genesis was more than happy to lead the way to the bar. "Was that a hint, bro? You expecting me to treat?"
He grinned and nudged Malachi with his elbow. "Will you stop insulting my skills when you're drunk?"
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"Of course. You are the one that invited me. Though I wouldn't be surprised if you are the type to make his date pay." Malachi gave him a brilliant smile, "I don't know. Will your skills get better when I'm drunk?"
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"Everything about me's better when you're drunk," Genesis said with a teasing grin. "So let's bring on the shots, eh?"
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"Hell yes." Malachi ordered himself two shots on his brother's tab and threw them back, shivering at the burn, "I'll probably have to get very drunk before your dancing looks any good though."