AH & RT One Shots {Open Requests}

Artistic Amazement {NSFW}

(Warning: NSFW and domestic abuse.)

"33 dollars just for a bloody mechanical pencil? Isn't that a bit too much?" Gavin asked, dumbfounded at the cost of just a mechanical pencil. The 2 men walked down the sidewalk. Michael invited Gavin over for the night, so they can play games and act like idiots. Plus, Gavin begged to see what his house was like. Though, Michael was against the idea at first, he soon gave in.

So here they were, walking towards his house and Michael blabbering on and on about random shit.

"Yeah, but it's the fucking 'Rotring 600'! It's high quality! It has a metal body that doesn't seem like it'll break. So if I rage and throw it, it'll still be intact. Unlike my other ones... Plus, it's slightly heavier than most mechanical pencils, and I don't know! I just love that weight on it. There's also a knob that'll change the type of lead it'll write with. Plus, it's pretty cheap compared to other models." Michael retorted. Gavin's eyes widen at his statement.

"Okay, so how much does the other one cost?" Gavin questioned, eager to hear his answer.

"The 'Rotring 800' is like... 60, 70, 80 dollars... That's why I said it's fucking cheap." Michael commented. Gavin simply smirked at him and shook his head as he softly held Michael's hand. Michael held his hand back.

"Couldn't you just use a regular pencil?"

Michael snorted in response.

"It's like an over glorified treat for me. I can't just use a regular pencil. Want to seduce me? Find me some coupons for Prismacolor Markers and bring me a bouquet of marker refills and brush pens, then I will fucking suck your dick." Michael sarcastically commented as Gavin blushed.

"B-But that didn't answer my question!"

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They soon reach the front door of his apartment. Michael stuck the key and pushed open the door.

Gavin was greeted to an entire living room that was clean and organized. A nice mocha colored rug covered the floor and an auburn colored couch was also placed. A TV set was set across the room. A very nice sized one. A couple of pictures were hanging from the wall, all varying in size. You just walk into the room and it's there. Across the door was a small hall way that led to a couple of rooms.

Michael walked ahead of Gavin as he threw his sweater onto the couch and Gavin followed suit.

"So, why did you desperately not want me here?" Gavin questioned. Michael simply walked down the hall and pushed a door open.

Compared to the tidiness of the living room, this room was a complete 180.

What mainly covered the room was an extremely large desk. 2 monitors were on the desk as a lamp was settled right beside them, and a large cabinet that was organized into little sections. Each section was filled with different colored markers, all organized into their respective colors and shades. A black box was in front of the cabinet that was littered with stickers all over them. To the left of the desk were a lot more cabinets, each filled with their own little tools and stuff, but with no real specified group.

Underneath the desk was a printer and even more drawers and cabinets with papers and pens sticking out. He noticed 2 small machines from under the desk that looked very odd. One, he already identified as a spray paint can with a large tube attached at the bottom. But the other? It was a little machine with a lever and 2 small circular trays on the sides.

Sketchbooks and pads covered the entire floor. Scattered markers and pens littered the desk as Gavin eyed a marker slowly rolling to the edge of the desk.