Close your eyes and take a taste (Draco! <333)

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Alaric sat staring down at his plate of food. It was so....boring. And so human. He did his best to mimic the food he had grown up on, but it just wasn't the same. He didn't seem to have the knack. And he missed real food, like his parents used to make. The food he had grown up on. He missed the spices and the ingredients.

It had been ages sense he went back to his old neighborhood. He called and sent messages to his family, but things had been so busy with space and the Axis Point stuff, there just hadn't been time to visit in person. And get stuffed with food. His parents were good about stuff like that.

There was free time now though! Alaric brightened a little at the realization, standing up and taking his left overs into the kitchen, putting them away in his fridge. Inside the cooling unit it was crammed full of baked goods he needed to parcel out to people. Not that Remi ever seemed to eat his, but Alaric still gave him treats. Even still, the alien liked to bake and he couldn't keep up with it on his own.

As he put the food away, the pilot worked out his next plan of action. He really didn't want to go alone, but Gabriel had been rather horrified the time he had taken his best friend. And the blond was already dealing with enough stress that Alaric didn't want to dump anymore on him. Maybe he would pay a surprise visit to Gabbykins later, with some cheesy movies and popcorn. And of course chocolate. Because one always should bring chocolate. Alaric was pretty sure that was a rule somewhere.

But for now, he would go bother his other favorite person. His old mentor needed to get out more anyway. It wasn't good to stay couped up so much. He needed to live his life more. And Alaric was just the person to make him live it. And it was just lucky for Remi that the alien never listened to his complaints about making him get out more.

Practically skipping, Alaric headed over to his former mentors room, grinning wildly. He was quite looking forward to this and he had already decided that Remi was going. So actually asking the pilot was a mere formality. He would probably say no anyway. And then the pouting and whining and tugging and such would start.

But for now, Alaric stopped outside Remi's door, pressing the button, "Reeeeeeeemi! Open up! It's me!"

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His eyes hurt. The pastel pink pupiless things that saw through his head ached. Little sleep and waking up early did it. Blame it on that, forget the drinks from last night that were still making his brain fuzzy. which were still open on the table in the living room. Damn. Remi rubbed his eyes and rubbed at his slightly pointed ear while glaring at the door.

It was talking.

That meant someone was on the other side. Damn. A pink glare towards the offending object in the house and Remi shuffled over to it. The most he’d done today was get undressed to have a shower, then he pulled a new pair of pajama pants on and was currently topless with the pants riding low on his hips.

Remi let his hand slap against the button that opened the door and he glared up at his former candidate. Not quite sure if he’s ever seen Remi topless, he kept his eyes casted away from Alarics face. Just incase he felt like staring. His chest was a map of scars. Not small ones, but big slices. Three diagonal cuts from his left shoulder to his right hip, completely destroying his left nipple. He missed it when he looked into the mirror.

Sunshine yellow hair stood up at odd angles and he quietly huffed at Alaric before shimming to hide the booze. Alaric was like the over protective mother hen. Only he wasn’t protective and he wasn’t a hen. Remi still wasn’t one hundred percent on the mother part. If he had babies would he be the mother? Or the father? A pale eyebrow tweaked upwards and Remi pursed his lips for a moment. No matter, Remi could care less if he was the mother or father.

He was already like an uncle to his daughter. Aunt? Remi paused again, bending over to pick up the used glass before putting it in the sink and putting the lovely friendly drink into a cupboard, hopefully Alaric was too busy staring at his chest to notice the stuff. It was likely. Remi could hope.

”Whatcha need, Ala?” Remi wandered over after putting the stuff away and crossed his arms over his bare chest. He smelt faintly of booze and roses.

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Alaric had started to say something when Remi opened the door, probably either some greeting or a chastisement for the smell of booze that wafted out the room. But the sight of Remi shirtless made all those words come to a halt.

It wasn't the first time that the alien had seen Remi shirtless and he prayed that it wouldn't be the last. The scars didn't bother him in the slightest, he found them rather sexy in all honesty. And Remi had a very lovely body. The fact that his former mentor was looking away just meant that he got to ogle to his hearts content. And he was not wasting this opportunity.

"Wow Remi......you shouldn't tease me so much by answering the door like that. It's not nice." Though more then his chest, all three of Alaric's eyes were drawn to Remi's very low riding pants. He could see the top of his hip bones peaking out over the fabric, "It's very hard to remember what I was going to say with you lookin' all....distracting."

Stepping into the room after Remi, the alien decided to ignore Remi putting the liqueur away, instead he would watch his back move. He would wait until the fae was in a better mood before bring that up. Or maybe he should just start coming over at night more. He really didn't like Remi being alone so much.

Once Remi stopped moving, his arms crossed over his chest, Alaric struck. His long arms were locked around Remi and he was happily hugging the pilot, nuzzling his cheek against that bright yellow hair of his, "Just your wonderful company! I want to go out for dinner! In the city! And guess what! Out of everybody I picked you to go with me! I know this lovely place that serves amazing Shu lian."

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Pink eyes flashed silently while Alaric harassed him about answering the door in nothing but pants. Should he mention that he was commando? Poor blue guy might turn a darker shade at that thought. Or rip off his pajama pants…  Remi suspected that Alaric would likely go for the second.  He had a few more interesting scars on his leg, absently he  drew his fingers over the ones on his face and he closed his eyes briefly before openig his eyes and smiling at his ex candidate.

All grown up.

Still taller than him.

Remi huffed silently and then drew his fingers over the skin under his belly button in a scratching fashion. Then his arms were crossed, and he had an alien face hugger on his torso. Minus the face hugging. On a whim he wondered if stuff like that got the really weird looking aliens off. Face-huggers. Meh. Remi made an exaggerated grunting noise of displeasure even though he really did enjoy the hug.

Getting them so rarely made him almost crave them. Though getting hugs ruined his bad-asshole image, besides, he was an asshole even if he craved physical touched like a swimmer craved oxygen. Remi was a cool swimmer though, he only breathed when no one was looking.

”My wonderful company?” Remi scoffed quietly and wiggled his arms to give Alaric a pat on the back before rolling his eyes at the nuzzling. “Did you want me to ruin someones day? Or should I go change into something that isn’t falling off my ass?” The pants were indeed almost off his bottom.

Gently he pushed Alaric away with a bit of a chuckle and hiked up his pants before his once candidate could see anything he shouldn’t be. “I’ll be out in a second…”

And he was! It took about two minutes, but Remi emerged, his hair brushed, wearing black slacks and his white button up shirt, feet in nice shiny shoes. “Okay… Take me to this…. Shoe Laan stuff.” Remi stuck out his tongue and put his hands in his pocket, checking for his wallet among with other things. Looking up for a moment his eyes looked dazed and he turned towards Alaric. “Hey, do you think that ma- no… Silly… never mind. Ready?” A small polite smile and Remi was all ready to go.

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It was very hard to concentrate with Remi drawing attention to all his scars. They weren't pretty, not by any stretch of the imagination, but there was something about scars that Alaric liked. Made him want to trace them. He had to shake his head to stop thinking about that.

He had developed a thing for his mentor years ago, but Remi had been married then. And then his wife had died, leaving the fae devastated. So Alaric had just always put Remi in that category that Gabriel was in. Someone he loved very much, but just wasn't available. But as with Gabby, that didn't stop Alaric from teasing Remi. Or, ya know, looking.

The alien had spent enough time with Remi to know that the blond man liked the hugs. So Alaric did his best to hug and cuddle his former mentor, ignoring all the feeble protests. Remi knew Alaric well enough that if he wanted him gone, he would know what to say.

Still rubbing his cheek on Remi's hair, Alaric grinned, "I don't think having your pants fall off would ruin anyone but Marshal's day." He did try and sneak a peak to see if he would get to see anything good, but the fae beat him to it.

While Remi was changing, Alaric used the time to straighten up Remi's living room. He should come in and do a good cleaning of the place. Remi never did all those little once a month things, like flipping couch cushions. And the place could use a good airing out.

Glancing up when Remi returned, Alaric smiled, "You look nice. I feel under dressed." He was pretty sure he was wearing all the correct gendered clothing currently. Loose cargo pants hung low enough on his hips that it was apparent that Alaric wasn't wearing any underwear either, a tight IF shirt and heavy black boots gave him a rather casual look. He had done his long white hair back in a French braid that hung down to his butt, which he felt was at least fancier then having left it down.

Ah well. It's not like Remi was dressed that much better then he was.

Remi's dropped question got a puzzled look from Alaric. He tilted his head, strange eyes studying Remi, "What? What were you gonna ask? Tell me! Please!"

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A quiet huff. Alaric had did a quick clean up of the apartment. It was stale in here, it’d barely changed over the past few years, with him trying to keep his wife alive in objects and memories. The bedroom hadn’t changed at all, he had taken to sleeping in her spot, and in the living room an odd stack of cheesy romance novels huddled off to the side, the dog ears on the kinky parts she’d read out to him before bed. A blush stained his cheeks at that memory and he figited with the ring around his finger.

Quickly he cast his gaze towards Alaric then looked down at him self. “I always dress like this…” Remi rolled his eyes slightly when he got a good look at his friends shirt. “That band… You’re not obsessed are you? I don’t see why you like them so much..” He leaned in and looked at it and poked his chest a few times. “Isn’t the lead singer a candidate? Hmph.”

Remi licked his lips and put his hands in his pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet lightly before offering a smile and quickly thinking of something else. Distractions… Get his brain off of this specific question and lets see what happens.. “I… Was going to ask how many times of day you masturbate.”

Then Remi thought of a question he’d really rather have not tried to figure out.

Which section of parts DID Alaric play with? Remi cast a glance at Alarics hips and quickly raised his eyes to his friends face before quietly coughing, grabbing his forearm and pulling him out of the house. “lets go, shall we?” An overly large smile, a faint blush on his cheeks and rampant images ran through his head that he’d rather not have.

((Blame this post on Draco’s sleepy brain))

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After dinner he was definitely giving the place a good clean. The whole place. He wouldn't ever throw out anything that had belonged to Remi's wife. Alaric rather missed her as well, she had been a wonderful woman. But keeping her memory alive was one thing, which Alaric did worry Remi wasn't being very healthy about, but it was like Remi was trying to keep the dust she had made, the air she had breathed. It wasn't good.

"I wouldn't say obsessed, no. I do like their music. I'm not like those crazy candidate girls we have." Grinning, Alaric struck a little pose as Remi jabbed him in the chest, "Gabby got me into them, so blame him. And besides, you're probably too old for their music." Smile.

Heading toward the door, Alaric nodded as he pressed the button to slide to door open, "Yeah. Vaughan. He's one of Gabbykins kids. I haven't really met him yet. Though I wonder if the band will ever visit! Then I could meet Jace!"

Remi's next question had the alien turning to give him a strange look. Alaric was pretty darn sure that was not the question Remi had wanted to ask him. Raising one white eyebrow at Remi, the pilot shrugged, "Um. I don't know. Depends on the day. Probably once or twice."

Then Alaric got the stray end of that thought as his friend started dragging him out the door. He couldn't help but grinning wildly at him, highly amused, "I like to play with both parts. Not generally at the same time, bit too awkward to stimulate both at once. But they feel very different, so it depends on what I want at the time."

Alaric really wasn't bothered by talking about it. He was hard to embarrass about things like that. He just didn't see the point to getting flustered about it. But it was quite fun to make Remi blush, "How many times a day do-" Pause. Think. Men had penises, "Jerk off?"

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A quiet snort left Remi and he looked at Alaric. First he says he’s not a weird fangirl, then he goes and hopes that they visit the candidate so he can meet a Jace fellow. Right. Not obsessed at all. Of course the look he got made Remi crack a smile, he couldn’t help it. As bad a cover of the question it was it made him even more curious.

Which part did he use for sex?

Remi felt his eyebrows lift high on his forehead and he smirked.  Then he blushed. Crap. Should shield around other psychics. He’d been living alone for so long, and generally went without company that  could read minds. Like books. Remi liked books. And work. His work couldn’t read his mind. Alaric could though.

Answered his question too.

Remi would answer the one back to him before asking the second one. They were halfway down the hall heading towards the elevator before the sunshine yellow blonde answered his past candidates question. “Two… maybe…” Remi made a face, it was only kind of a lie. Pressing the button for the elevator, he decided to delve deeper into Too Much Information Land.

”So… When you have sex… Do you do the women or do you get done by men? I know I don’t need to know…. But curiosity and what-not. And I haven’t had sex in like… five years.” A bright smile, a bright very obviously fake smile and Remi stepped into the elevator and pressed the one, keeping a firm grip on Alarics elbow.

Wouldn’t want to lose him to the dreaded hallway or the elevator. Oh no.

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At the snort, Alaric just made a face at Remi, "What? I'm not obsessed! Just because I want to meet the best member of the band doesn't mean that I'm obsessed. Stop looking at me like that."

The blush he got from Remi just made Alaric rather smug. He got such a kick out of actually getting the fae to blush. It was just so satisfying. And hey, he had asked. Well, he had thought about it, which counted.

He really should spend more time with Remi. The fae had effectively driven just about everyone else away with his grumpy attitude and asshole facade. And Alaric knew that's all it was. His ex-mentor was still in a lot of pain that he couldn't deal with, so he lashed out at the people around them. Drove them away so he wouldn't get hurt again.

And Alaric chose to utterly ignore any and all attempts Remi made for getting ride of him. On days where he was feeling slightly more sadistic and curious, he toyed with the idea of actually leaving when Remi pushed him away, to see what the fae would do. But he was pretty sure the blond would end up just feeling even more lonely and sad. So he had never done it.

"Two maybe?" It was Alaric's turn to snort, "Riiiight. I believe that. Do you even masturbate?"

If Remi hadn't been holding so tightly onto his elbow, the tall alien would have stumbled when Remi asked the question. He still misstepped and had to recover his balance as it was, staring at Remi, surprised at his friend, "Sense when did you start being so curious as to my rather pathetic sex life?"

The shock wore off a bit as the elevator continued down and Alaric grinned at Remi, "It totally depends on my mood and my partner if I'm being done or doing, but I enjoy both. If I'm lucky I get to do both at the same time." When Alaric tended to get sex, it was with prostitutes at the Pilots bordello. And sense he was already paying for it, he tended to get two. It felt more natural that way. Though he tended to over tip and apologize to the people he hired there, as he felt really guilty for making them sleep with him. So he didn't tend to go often.

As the elevator got closer to the bottom floor, Alaric's smile widened into a smirk, "Haven't had sex in 5 years and you start asking me about my sexual exploits. Kinky Remi. Though I could just lend you some porno, it would be much sexier."

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It annoyed him slightly on some level that Alaric wouldn’t listen to him and just go away. Though the alien was right, if there was no one around then he wouldn’t have to feel torn apart if they died. Remi wasn’t sure if he was strong enough mentally, physically, even spiritually to go through someone else he loved dying, so he just didn’t love anyone.  Not even his own daughter. He’d been trying to send her and his parents to somewhere safer for a few years, getting a spider web of connections, ones that would probably get him into lots of trouble after he got her away. Though at least she’d be safe.

Remi shook his head slightly and pushed a hand through his hair and wished he could smack his forehead to a wall. “Okay, fine. I don’t. I don’t need to.” The blonde chewed on the inside of his cheek before muttering quietly something that had the word ‘impotent’ and then there was a quiet huff and he eyed Alaric. “My sex-life is pathetic. At least you’ve had it with more than one person, and I’m curious because I’m still a little buzzed.” A bit of a goofy smile and he stopped completely and looked at his friend.

“Both? At the same time?”  No fair. Remi sighed  and then stuck his tongue out at Alaric, “Yup. Five years, barely an erection. There was one time I got like… half of one.”  He shook his head and then chuckled slightly. New topic time.

“So, where are we going again? Something to do with the word shoe?”

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It was too bad for Remi that Alaric wasn't going away. Not unless Remi crossed some serious lines, and even then Alaric would probably forgive him and start coming around again. He cared about the pilot quite a bit, he was like family. Family with a very nice body. Alaric had ditched Gabby to be there for Remi when his wife had died. Gabriel. There were few people in the universe that Alaric would do that for.

At Remi's discomfort, Alaric's smile faltered a little. He hadn't wanted to make Remi feel bad, that was kind of the polar opposite of what he wanted. Then he blinked, all three eyes, "Wait....really? You don't get aroused anymore? Well....that kills some fantasies. And I don't think that having payed people for sex is better then only one person. I think I  would really rather have that."

The buzzed comment got a slight from from the tall alien, "You're still buzzed? How much did you drink?" Yup. Remi was not allowed to be alone so much anymore." Then Alaric was grinning, he couldn't help himself, "Yes both. It's really quite amazing. I can't imagine not being able to experience the sensation."

The subject change was just fine with Alaric. He wasn't sure he wanted to keep talking about his rather sad sex life. And getting to in detail about it might reveal the complex Alaric had developed about his gender sense living at the ATC. He was starting to really hate that part of himself.

"Shu lian." Alaric's accent was soft and rolling, "It's one of my races traditional foods. It's really tasty, you'll love it."

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Pure pink eyes watched Alarics middle one. He always found it interesting, hell, Alaric just looked interesting. First candidate and it was a tall hermaphrodite alien with well… Everything. Horns, pointy ears, a tail, claws. Hey, wait. Remi leaned over and gently ran a finger over the base of Alarics tail. Over the past seven years he’d never poked the tail. It was so interesting too. “Nope! Then again only I’ve tried to get him to stand at attention.” Remi glared down at his crotch and removed his hand from Alarics tail. “Hasn’t worked.” He shrugged and then paused.

Fantasies? About him? Oh… Well, that was flattering.  Another pink colour stained his cheeks and Remi glared at his friend, what a jerk, using every opportunity to make him blush. Knew just what to do too. One of the only people left that he still talked to from so long ago. Everyone got tired of his Poor Soul routine and left him to rot away in his own misery. Everyone but Alaric.

Like one of those plants that you kept trying to kill but no matter what you poured into it, it just bloomed all the more. Coffee made it grow faster and talk, too. Remi snorted at the mental image of Alaric as a house plant and then shook his head and gave his blue friend a pat on the back before exiting the elevator and walking backwards while looking up at Alaric.

“Shu Lian.” Remi gave a quick nod and then chewed on his lower lip. “Your… Don’t tell me what it is.” He said with a chuckle before slowing down to walk with his alien friend, “Does that mean I’m going to be the weird one? Only having one set of .. er… Junk?” The yellow haired man nudged his friend with his elbow in a teasing fashion, not wanting to make Alaric feel bad in case his comment was off putting or just plain mean.

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The touch on his tail startled Alaric. The base of his tail was rather sensitive to touch and Remi's finger on it made his hips jerk forward and he let out a loud laugh, "D-don't! That tickles when you do that!" Glaring at his friend, Alaric jerked his tail away, though he was still smiling.

"You know, I am sure there are plenty of people who would want too see if they could get it up. Like Kasumi." Alaric was a bastard. Remi was going to kill him for that comment. But he couldn't help it. He had too! It was just screaming to be said. He would offer, but Alaric was pretty sure him being involved would make it even harder for the poor fae to get an erection.

But he was scoring on the blushes. It was such fun to make his ex-mentor blush. Remi was always such a stick in the mud about everything. And it tended to mean he wasn't sitting there being all grumpy. Alaric liked when he could start to get him out of his shell a bit.

Alaric just laughed at the question, shaking his head as they headed toward the parking area. The restaurant was actually in the lower mid levels and a bit to far for a walk, "You'll probably get a few stares. Not a whole lot of fae tend to eat it."

It was going to be amazing. He hoped they had that sauce he liked so much, the spicy one. Glancing over at Remi, the alien tilted his head, "Do you want to take my bike or did you want to drive?" He wasn't actually sure if Remi had a vehicle anymore. The fae almost never went out and Alaric hadn't really thought about it much. But he had his motorcycle and Remi could just ride behind him.

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His jaw dropped and he just stared. Remi’s hand came up and pointed at Alaric and he just jabbed his finger at him. Maybe this was a verbal get back for tickling his tail. That was so… Evil. Remi still just stared. No way. This… Shit. “Gods dammit.” Remi snarled, a bit of a purr from the back of his throat and his eyebrows drew into a V across his face and he let out a slow breath.

“I… “ Remi sneered lightly and folded his arms over his chest and growled again. “That wasn’t very nice.” Self-consciously Remi started to play with the ring on his left hand, he’d moved it to his middle finger recently, it had been so long already, the ring on his finger felt awkward now, his ring finger felt naked. Remi looked down at his hand and flexed it. Bah.

“No… y…You can’t mention that ever again.” Remi sighed quietly and pressed a hand to his forehead so that Alaric couldn’t see his twitching eyebrow. He didn’t need some woman chasing after him, anyone Remi met now would always be second to her. His eyes down casted and he cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked over at Alaric, and glared.

“Of course I’ll get a few stares.” Remi poked out his tongue, “ Have you seen the colour of my hair?” His eyebrows lifted upwards and he tilted his head before blinking. Bike? The yellow haired ex-mentor frowned slightly and he blinked a few times, “Bike?” Remi didn’t really… Go anywhere so no vehicle for him, and he could always call a taxi service when he needed to go somewhere.

“Uh, lets do the bike thing.” A nod and Remi looked around. “I’ll follow you, and since you’re bigger than me it won’t be awkward to sit behind ya.”

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"Hey, can I help it that you're so irresistible that even crazy cyborg woman can't help but throw themselves at you?" Alaric couldn't help it. It was just too funny. Of all the people for Kasumi to get a crush on, it had to be Remi.

He shouldn't tease. It was mean...but it was just so funny. And Remi just got so adorably confused and flustered by it, "It just amazes me that you're snarly attitude haven't driven her away screaming yet." Alaric didn't interact with her much, but she weirded him out a little with her random switching to psychopathic robot mode or whatever it was.

Alaric reached over and patted his clawed hand on Remi's shoulder, that Cheshire cat grin still plastered on his face, "Don't worry. If you do go insane and decide it's a good idea to sleep with her, I promise that I'll take you out of your misery."

Well, really he would take him to get counseling. Or maybe electroshock therapy. Because there would be something very wrong with his poor friends brain if that happened.

"What about your hair? I admit it's a pretty interesting color, but have you seen what some of the candidates look like? At least blond is a normal shade, even if your's is a bit more yellow." Alaric nodded at the question, changing course slightly to head to where he parked his bike, "Yeah. I got it a few years ago. I had to get a custom one, cause of my height."

The bike was a sleek street bike, made for speed, maneuvering and style. The alien had to save for quite some time to afford it, but he felt it was worth it. Made him feel all badass when he rode on it.

Swinging his leg over the bike and settling down, Alaric passes Remi the spare helmet. He had thought about getting a pink one, just to make Gabby wear it when they went places, but he had decide to go with a simple blue instead. It matched the dark blue, white and black bike better, "Put this one and make sure you hold on to me real tight now."

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Remi bit back a snarl at the crazy cyborg woman comment and he rolled his eyes and just glared ahead. Maybe if he ignored Alaric for the moment he’d go away. It amazed Alaric. The…. “I tried!” Remi barked, his hands forming mini-claws by his hips in a frustrated fashion. “I tried barking at her!” He huffed and then crossed his arms over his chest and grumbled.  “Thanks, imagine if I slept with her and got her pregnant? You’d have to really draw out that torture. Remind me not to sleep with women.”

After losing his wife, Remi always wondered if he really liked women anymore. He was head over heels for Izyasica, when he was a teenager just thinking of her got his motor going, now, thinking of her made him sad, and thinking of other woman made him feel like a huge jerk. Maybe it was a fae thing, he’d have to ask his mother. Did they do the Mate-For-Life thing? Was Remi doomed to life out the rest of forever alone? If he ever got over his bout of impotence would he have a long list of whores and one night stands?

Remi blinked at Alaric, still amazed at the bike. “You’re not that tall.” The yellow haired man said, rolling his eyes, not wanting his ex-candidate to gain any pleasure in the few inches he had on him. He’d never forget the first few minutes after standing beside Alaric for the first few minutes of their meeting, Remi, a almost fresh-pilot, shorter than his teenage candidate.

Pushing the memory towards Alaric, he yanked the helmet and got onto the bike behind the other man… Woman… Alaric. “Damn right you didn’t get a pink one.” He mumbled, catching the tail-end of Alarics thought of embarrassing Gabriel, at least Remi was still taller than Gabriel.

With the blue helmet covering his yellow haired head, Remi wrapped his arms up around Alarics torso and held on tight, his chest melted to the his friend back. Having never been on a motorcycle, he simple rested his head down and closed his eyes, willing his heart to go a little slower. As thrilled as he was for getting dragged outside, moving at fast speeds with only a person to hold onto made him a little nervous. “If you kill me, tell Izzy I love her.” Remi muttered before shaking his head and smiling.


(Izyasica is his dead wife and Izzy is his daughter 8D THEY HAS NAMES! Whoot)

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Tisking lightly, Alaric shook his head, "Oh Remi. You really don't want to know what I would have to do to you if you got her pregnant. It would just be bad." Though, honestly, if Remi ever did decide he found someone he wanted to be with again, whoever it was, Alaric would do his best to support Remi in his choice.

And think really, really hateful thoughts about that person. All the time. It was probably lucky that the two people he ended up falling in love with weren't the sleeping around type. It would have been luckier to have fallen for someone who would like him back, but that was asking for a bit. He would just have to do his best to not glare daggers at whoever ended up with Gabriel or Remi.

Smirking, the alien made sure to move to stand next to Remi, lording his inches over Remi. And the best part was that he probably had another inch in him. His race tended to keep growing for a while. Ah the sweet joy of bugging Remi, "I do have very long legs. Makes it hard to ride more...normal sized bikes."

Pulling his own helmet on, a black one, it helped hide his grin, "Oh, I don't know. I could still get a pink one, just for you. It could match those pretty eyes of yours." Patting one of Remi's hands that was wrapped around his chest, Alaric tried to keep his heart rate under control. It was a rather nice feeling to have Remi clinging to his back like that, "Don't worry. I tell her that every time we talk."

A slight adjustment of his tail so it wasn't stuck between them anymore and Alaric started the engine. He knew he should probably go slower, not scare Remi half to death, but the bike was just made to go fast. So as soon as they cleared the Complex, Alaric let the bike go, racing down the streets, the machine purring under him, not even straining to reach these speeds.

Alaric knew the way to the restaurant well and there wasn't much traffic out on the streets. Slowing the bike and walking it into a slot, the strange looking pilot pulled the helmet off, grinning like mad at Remi, "Well. You didn't die!"

(Yay names! Now Alaric can call her something besides Remi's wife/daughter)

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The yellow haired man refused to acknowledge Alarics extra inch or so. If he grew to seven feet tall, Remi would still say the alien was only five inches taller. Not a foot. Never a foot. Never six inches, five inches, that’s it. With a grumpy, very loud huff, he clung all the tighter to  Alaric and glared up at his head. A very childish notion ran past his head but he refraied. “I just had the largest overwhelming urge to bite you.” Remi muttered against Alarics back before closing his eyes.

Pretty pink eyes. Remi hated his eyes, it was bad enough he had floaty-girl worthy yellow hair. The pastel pink eyes just sucked. They came from his mother, her eyes were gorgeous, the same pink, Izzys eyes were pink as well, must be a dominant trait. Pink and no pupils. Then again Izzy looked the quarter fae she was, no wings, but much more like his mother than himself. Maybe human genes just weren’t as strong and… Non-human ones.

The ride to where ever they were going left Remi to his thoughts of ‘oh gods, I’m going to die’  with his face secure against Alarics back and his hands tightly clasped at his chest. He didn’t get go until Alaric moved to get off the bike and even then he had to force his hands to let go from around his companions chest. Taking a deep breath, Remi smoothed down the front of his shirt, took the helmet off, careful of his sensitive slightly pointed ears and then just glared.

Glared and glared while Alaric grinned at him like a mad man, if he hadn’t know the man across from him for so long the sharp teeth and insane grin would have made him worry and look over his shoulder for more insane looking demon-creatures. But this was Alaric, he couldn’t remember a time when he’s willingly killed a fly, and Remi knew he wasn’t on top of his friends hit-list.

”Yes… I didn’t die… I might have a heart-attack though. You’re mean.” He wheezed out before looking around and huffing and crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m going to assume we’re were we want to be…” Remi looked around, not really understanding where they were, there had been few occasions where he’d left the top level of Haviah. “ If it’s something weird, you’d better close my eyes now so I don’t see it.”

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Smiling like that, Alaric really did look like some sort of evil monster, just missing some huge leathery bat wings to round everything out. He couldn't help but grin at Remi, wickedly pointed canines quite visible. Having the pilot cling to him like that had been very pleasant.

Once he had stored his helmet, Alaric hugged Remi again, nuzzling his hair, further rubbing in how much taller he was then the fae, "Aw. Don't be mad. You know you love me. Besides, why ride a bike if you aren't going to go fast."

Letting his poor, put upon friend go, Alaric motioned to the building he had parked next too. It was rather old, the outside a dingy, dirty brown color. It held several shops and eateries, catering mostly to the small community that Alaric's people made up. The alien headed to one of the restaurants, the writing on the signs in some strange language.

"Don't worry Remi! It's not weird at all! It's wonderful. I grew up on this stuff. My parents would take me to this place for special occasions when I was growing up." Back in the days before the ATC, before the harsh pilot training and Alaric's self-disgust. Those were such fond memories.

Inside was the normal mix of human, alien and everything between that made up the population of Haviah, though it was mostly dominated by people who looked quite a bit like Alaric, though none had his third eye.

Smiling and talking to the host, Alaric got a table arranged for him and Remi. He got one away from most of the crowd, which Alaric hoped would make Remi feel more comfortable. He knew his friend didn't really like people that much and he didn't want him overwhelmed.

The tables were a strange affair, round with a big pot sunk into the middle, a heavy duty lid covering the top of the pot. Arranged around the pot was a spinning section with a large selection of dipping sauces arranged on it.

Alaric took a seat, flipping a menu open, scanning over it, "Want to look it over or should I just order for you?"

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Ugh. The nuzzling. Remi rolled his eyes, knowing there was as much affection in the hug-nuzzle as there was gloating. Alaric had grown, he was now tall enough to  almost rub his cheek against the top of Remi’s head and his eyes could get a great view of Alarics neck. Luckily it was a lovely neck, so Remi didn’t really mind having that in his view when he turned towards his ex-candidate. Still… The nuzzling. “If you do that again I’m going to have to… I don’t know, push you away or something.”  What a huge evil threat. Rawr, Remi.

Eyeing the funny language, Remi shrugged lightly and wished he’d taken some language classes while he’d been at the ATC. Or even before the ATC, but what thirteen-year-old kid would want to learn another language? ‘Specially one who was teased so much for having pink eyes. Sure finding out he was a psychic sucked, but it beat being treated like a girl.

In an odd sense, Remi liked the scar on his face. Took attention away from his eyes. Remi doubted anything could take attention away from his bright yellow hair, except maybe his tall alien friend. Not in this place though, he could feel the eyeballs on him and his bright hair. The pilot kept his shields up, not wanting have his own thoughts over crowded by the people. Even if he was curious what they thought of the pair. They were strong enough to keep him from hearing normal people, but they were free game to any psychics- Like Alaric.

Remi had never had so many odd thoughts in one day. He was very confused today. Maybe he’d tell Alaric the real reason behind the drinking, because after that little bout of total weird the yellow haired pilot couldn’t think of anything to top it. Ha. Even if he had liked Kasumi, there was no way he’d let himself ruin another womans life. Or man’s. Pink eyes turned to Alaric and he took a seat across from his companion and gently tapped his fingers at the table, looking curiously at the pot and then looking towards Alaric.

Gently, Remi rested his elbows on the table and put his head on his folded hands. The gold band on his middle finger glinting with the artificial light that reflected off of it, giving into his inner turmoil, Remi wondered just what Alaric would be classified as. Is he a boy or a girl? Could he have babies? It’s been seven years he’s known the other man and because he’d been the adult, the married man, the father of a little daughter… And Mostly because he never really saw Alaric that often Remi had never given much thought to just what he was.

Seemed useful though, having both genders. Couldn’t die out, that was for sure. Casting a quick glance around the room Remi saw the aliens like Alaric, none of them had his extra eyeball – Remi had always had the surprised urge to poke it – and they all generally looked the same to him of course he could see a few that were half and half.

Alaric asking him what he’d like from the Menu made Remi’s eyes snap back to his friends, focusing for a moment on the eye on his forehead, it had creeped him out for the first little while before he got to know him. Hell, everything about Alaric spooked him a little, the first few years after leaving his candidate days left him weary of sharp objects, and Alarics claws were sharp.

Did he cut up backs when he did it? Remi’s eyes widened and he ahemed, forgetting that he’d left his barriers thin enough for Alaric to hear his trip down memory lane. It was inappropriate for him to think of his friend this way, and where he could hear, too! Another polite ahem and Remi placed his hands flat on the table. “Ah, No.” Remi eyed the pot and swallowed, whatever was going to go into that thing would probably make him nervous. His stomach was so used to cafeteria food seeing as how he could burn water. Kitchen was where he kept the booze.

”Tell me when they come by too so I can cover my eyes and…” Remi cast a quick look around, not seeing anything too weird before smiling at Alaric, “And not ruin the surprise, eh?” A smile and the yellow haired man lowered his head again to his hands which were propped against the table.

((BLAH! RAMBLINGS!!! Sorry if it makes little to no sense xD <3))