you say you want a revolution || Cy

[maxxie oliver;;]

Maxxie was outstretched on his freshly made bed, his chemistry text book lying open to the middle page on his lap. His tatty blue exercise book and parker fountain pen beside him on the quilt.

He had his stereo turned up too loud, the brand new 'The Feeling' CD, loud enough to annoy the hell out of his room mate when he arrived. You could say Max didn't get on with Cy, but it was kind of funny. Maxxie did everything in his way possible to stress him out, although he found him overly attractive.

Tapping his pen to the drum beat, he glanced up at the neon clock above their door, it was nearly 6pm. He wondered where Cy was.
Homework was no fun without someone to bother.
"Electrochemical cell converts chemical energy into electrical energy..." He muttered, scribbling the sentence on the half filled page in his neat handwriting. Despite being abnormally good at Science, he still hated it.

[Ryuu James]

Simon “Cy” Kahn was in a bad mood. He’d been in the library researching for his Geography course work, and IM was on at the same time. Lo and behold, Max was online, and the little bastard had decided to let him know how often he watched him change. It was…disturbing. So he collected up the printouts and what not, and stormed back to his dorm.

Kicking the door open after unlocking it hastily, he glowered at Max as he crossed the room and threw down his research.
“Well? Want to tell me what the fuck you were talking about just now?” he raged, his dark eyes hardened, his mouth a tight line of fury. He crossed his arms over his exposed chest, the word CHAOS was prominent right under his arms. His torso was very well toned, and he was cursing himself right now, because it seemed that Maxxie liked to admire said well toned torso quite often. It wasn’t his fault his shirts didn’t fit across the back.

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[maxxie oliver;;]

Maxxie couldn’t help but laugh as his room mate stormed in the dormitory, looking completely pissed off. Most likely because of himself. He flipped the page in his text book to the next chapter on Electrolysis.
A smirk in place on his face, he opened his mouth, “I think you dropped something” He said, eyeing the pile of papers, half on the floor the rest messily spewed across the desk, where Max’s laptop was open to the chat rooms.

Maxxie shrugged, playing the innocent as usual. “I think you need to invest in some buttons or something” He grinned, copying a detailed paragraph into his Chemistry book. “Your lack of clothes doesn’t seem to help, so its not my fault you’re always half naked” He added, still grinning, this was far too fun.

[Ryuu James]

Cy eyed the papers on the floor, then his shirt situation. Sighing heavily, flustered and irked, he did up a couple of buttons on his shirt - the back looking ready to tear - and bent down to scoop them up. As he straightened up again, he winced. His trousers were far too tight on the crotch area, but he never had any money for bigger clothes.
“Screw you,” he growled, sitting down at his desk with an exasperated look on his face, and started sorting through the print offs.

He kept glancing at Max suspiciously, expecting him to be gazing at him all turned on like whenever he looked up. Getting far too paranoid, he put on shivering, then dug out a jumper from his drawer and pulled it on. It was about two sizes too big for him, and was hanging off one shoulder, but he didn’t care. Flopping back down at the desk, he muttered a string of obscenities as it fell off completely, and he pulled it up onto his shoulders again, glaring at his school work, tatty chestnut hair falling in his face.

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[maxxie oliver;;]

With a roll of his eyes and a smirk on his face Max turned back to his oh so interesting homework. After writing about a page he slammed his text book shut throwing it on the floor, down by the side of his bed.
He couldn’t help but laugh, as Max kept gazing over his shoulder, poor bloke. It wasn’t Maxxie’s fault; if something you liked was right in front of you, you wouldn't ignore it.
With a shrug, he turned of the stereo, the CD had ended, and he couldn’t be bothered to switch discs.

Maxxie pulled himself of the bed, leaving the blue quilt creased from where he had been sitting, and walked over to where Cy was sitting. He couldn’t help but smile, the smirk still utterly visible.
He reached the desk, and purposefully placed his arms either side of Cy’s head. “Don’t get stressy” He said in advance, “Just claiming what is mine” he added, the comment could be taken the wrong way if he hadn’t of grabbed his open laptop by the screen, nearly whacking Cy in the face.

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[Ryuu James]

Cy literally twitched in fury when Max loomed over him, and nearly thwacked him in the face with the laptop. Groaning in exasperation, he stood up, taking off his jumper - it was really itchy, he knew now why he’d never worn it - and took the laptop away from Max gently. He had an odd expression on his face, one of masked frustration, plastered over with a weird kind of affection. He stepped closer to Max, and grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him close. His dark eyes burnt into his, and he dropped the shirt, firmly grasping the older boy’s face between shaking hands. A look of revulsion crossed his face, before he kissed him. It wasn’t a nice kiss, he bit at Max’s lip savagely, hoping to draw blood, and his nails dug into the side of the blonde’s head. He moved a hand up to twist in his hair, yanking at the golden strands. When he thought Max had been ‘punished’ enough, he pushed him away roughly, and turned. Sitting back down at his desk, panting slightly, he vowed to never think of that again. Ever.

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[maxxie oliver;;]

He frowned as Cy removed his laptop, thinking he was going to throw it out of the window or something. That would not be a good idea, definitely not.
But Maxxie was ultimately surprised when he felt Cy’s hands move shakily to his face.
Well this confused him. He found he had to steady himself when Cy pulled him closer, this seriously couldn’t have been that easy, one minute ago the guy wanted to kill him.

Then afterwards Maxxie understood, he tried not to show pain, even though the fact the younger boy was literally trying to pull his hair out and make him bleed wasn’t helping. “Shit, you idiot” He said, after he’d pulled away and felt nail marks on his shoulders.
He whacked his hand over Cy’s head, and jumped back onto his bed, surprisingly he was still smiling, even though he was massaging his head. If his hair started falling out, there was going to be hell to pay.

“You never kissed someone before or something?” He asked, determined not to give up his pestering, “I think you need lessons” He grinned, crossing his legs over each other. “I’d be more than willing to help, though I think you ought to stop with the biting” He frowned, staring at the back of Cy’s head.
He hoped Cy knew what his actions meant, Max was determined to try that again, but this time his way. Of course.

[Ryuu James]

Rubbing the back of his head from Max’s whack, and muttering murderously under his breath, he realised with the most horrible sinking feeling that his idea had had the opposite effect. Max wanted him even more now. Well shit, that worked. Sighing witheringly, he spun on his chair; ankle rested on knee, and glowered at Max.
“You’re the most idiotic person in the world. I bet you enjoyed that, didn’t you? If you tell anyone I’ll murder you, then incinerate your body, got it?” his tone was stiff, and harsh, dark eyes burning out under his matted hair.
“Now if you would be so kind as to keep your eyes off me, I’m going to shower,” his tone was like velvet over sand paper, and he snatched up his towel, stalking into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. Unfortunately letting it slip his mind that Max would probably be idiotic enough to go into the bathroom because he hadn’t locked the door.

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[maxxie oliver;;]

“Why thankyou” Max answered sarcastically, he was enjoying himself, this was better than he’d though it would be. Although he knew how much Cy hated him right now, it still didn’t stop him from being the most obnoxious prick in the world right now. He like never acted this way.
He laughed to himself, Cy didn’t want anyone to know about that, well that could easily be used both ways. A threat for a threat.
Rolling his eyes Maxxie stuck his middle finger, of course he wouldn’t follow him into the bathroom. Yeah right.

After signing out of IM, he shut down his laptop and threw it on his bed. Now he was bored, and all he could think of was Cy in the shower. Sick yeah, but whatever.
Hopping off the bed, Maxxie headed to the far right of the room, ‘forgetting’ to knock, he pushed the door half open. He wasn’t going to be a pevert and peek, that was wrong, even for Maxxie, and although he wanted to he didn’t.
He made sure he was quiet enough not to be heard over the water, and reached out for the flush lever on the toilet.
Deciding to be utterly childish and mean, he flushed the toilet, hopefully either scorching Cy or freezing him, either would be funny. He then quickly hurried back to his bed, where he resumed his ‘reading’.

[Ryuu James]

Cy was sure he saw a shadow fall across the shower, and glared. Was Max in the bathroom? He fucking hoped not, or there would be hell to pay. After a few moments, he relaxed again. And the water turned red hot.
“OW! FUCK!” he yelled, switching off the water and standing, dripping scolding hot water, with the most hellish murder for Max in mind. Stumbling out of the shower he dried off and wrapped his towel around his waist. He was beyond caring, really. Pushing open the door, he saw Max was reading, but doubted he was really looking at the page, and padded over to his chest of drawers, where a shirt and a pair of pyjama trousers were folded neatly. A devilish grin crept onto his face, and he slowly pulled on his trousers, before pulling off his towel and drying off his hair again, making sure his face was totally covered. Taunting Max was actually rather fun. Not that he was gay or anything. Hell no. Kissing him had been hilarious…no…he’d enjoyed it. But he didn’t dare let anyone know, least of all Max. His skin was still red from being scolded, and he was sweating slightly. He then dropped the towel, and reached for the shirt, pulling it on really slowly. Yawning, and stretching up to accidentally reveal his hips - thanks to his low rise trousers - he flopped onto the bed and picked up a magazine, sprawled out comfortably on the bed. He was too pissed off to do homework now.

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[maxxie oliver;;]

Of course Maxxie wasn’t actually reading, his text books were the least bit interesting. He heard the outburst from Cy in the bathroom, and couldn’t help but laugh, although he was sure he would receive a punch or something.

He forced his eyes to stay on the page when Cy left the bathroom, he could easily look away, it wasn’t that hard. Okay maybe it was. But still, he looked down at the dull page of words beneath his hands.
When he did look up, he was surprised that Cy had suddenly overcome his shyness, not that it bothered him. Did he really have to dress so inappropriate, or was he now doing this on purpose. “Nice shower?” He asked looking over at Cy, copying the grin which was also on his room mates face, he didn’t understand why though.

[Ryuu James]

Cy itched a spot just below the waist of his trousers, brushing the hem of his shirt up to show off his abs as he read his magazine.
“Mmm, the hot water’s great for my pores,” he mused, turning the page in his fashion magazine. Cy had a strange obsession with fashion, mostly the punk and 60s vintage styles. Max would probably be the only person in the whole world that would know this juicy bit of gossip as his room mate devoured the pages of a 60s style mag.
“Should have turned the cold on right after. That would have really cleansed my skin,” he added, glancing at Max in what he thought was an alluring way. This was the best fun he’d had in ages; his sweet voice had a terse edge, his alluring gazes laced with acid.

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[maxxie oliver;;]

Maxxie narrowed his eyes, Cy was deliberately teasing him. Oh well, he could handle it. Easily, or so he thought.Turning his head away from Cy he glanced down at his uninteresting book. “Hmm” He replied, determined not to let Cy’s sarcasm destroy his flow of annoying comments.
“Seen any nice dresses yet?” He asked, glancing over again at the other bed; he couldn’t resist. He eyed the magazine carefully; he wondered if this little secret was known around school, that could be amusing.

“Actually scrap the dress, I’m sure you know you look better without” He said with a shrug, turning the page to his own book, which he wasn’t actually reading.
He wondered how long it would be until either Cy got pissed off with him, or how long Maxxie would last without going slowly insane.

[cy]

Biting back a nasty comment, he grinned.
“Yes, I have actually. You’d look divine in this vintage frock,” his voice was dripping poisonous sarcasm, and his yes smouldered(ttly didn’t steal that from Mr Cullen x3). He raised an eyebrow.
“Without? I hope that image in your head is still wearing clothes,” he glowered, but only for a moment, before muttering something about being hot and pealing off his shirt very slowly, tossing it carelessly aside before settling down again.

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[maxxie oliver;;]

“Ouch, sarcastic” Max laughed, pulling himself so he was sat properly up against the wall.Maxxie watched him take his shirt off, this was definitely deliberate. “Since when do you wear clothes?” He laughed, following the shirt, which flew across the room. “Every time I see you, you seem to tear your clothes off, some people may say you want something” He grinned, his turn to raise an eyebrow.

With a yawn, Maxxie stood up, he was bored of sitting down, not doing anything. He walked over to Cy, and snatched the magazine out of his hands, “Why do you read fashion magazines anyway, I thought you weren’t gay?” He asked with a smile, although that wasn’t a problem.