Deicide

February 14 23xx

Eden woke up and groaned. He rolled out of bed and pulled a shirt on. Silas was fast asleep behind him. After tucking Silas in, he made his way to the bathroom. He peed, washed his hands, and rinsed his face off. He walked back out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

"Dude, what happened to you?" Howlan looked Eden up and down.

"What d'ya mean?" Eden grabbed a mug from a cabinet.

"Have you seen yourself?" Howlan smiled a little and sat down on a stool behind the counter.

"No?" Eden never really looked at himself.

"Just, if we go out anywhere, maybe wear a scarf or a bandana or something." Howlan pointed at Eden's neck. "You're covered in hickeys."

Eden turned pink. "Oh, right." He nodded slowly and grabbed the coffee, filling up two mugs with his back to Howlan. He stood there for an extra second before turning back to Howlan. He set one in front of Howlan and approached the bar stool next to him. He sat down, groaned, and stood back up.

Howlan snickered. "Sore?"

Eden shot him a dirty look. "It's been years, man. He does not take things slow."

"Mornin'," Silas yawned from the doorframe.

"Morning." Eden walked back to the kitchen. He grabbed another mug from the cabinet and poured some coffee. "Breakfast is served." Eden handed Silas the cup.

"Thanks." Silas took the mug and sat one seat away from Howlan. Eden wandered over and stood in between them. "You're not gonna sit?"

Eden huffed at Silas.

"Oh. Oh, right. Sorry." Silas looked Eden up and down. His neck was purple in a few places, and in other spots there were just red bite marks. Silas was sure he looked the same on his chest and sides. "Do you want to sit on my lap?"

Eden looked at Silas' legs. He nodded and climbed up onto Silas' lap. It wasn't great, but it was far more comfortable than the bare seat. "Thanks."

"Of course." Silas wrapped an arm around Eden's waist.

"Man, I'm almost jealous." Howlan rested his chin on his hand.

"What? You could go out and get someone any time." Silas tilted his head.

Howlan chuckled.

"Ah, actually, Howlan's aromantic. He likes sex, but he doesn't want any sort of relationship. He's a no strings attached kind of guy. At least for now." Eden took a big drink of coffee. "Not that I can see him being lovey dovey with anyone anyways."

"Excuse me?" Howlan spun his stool to face Eden. "Is that a challenge?"

Eden blinked. "No. I know you can act, I just can't see you constantly being all lovey and romantic without having to constantly be putting up a front."

"Pff." Silas covered his mouth, "You should've seen him when you got hurt. He snapped at Elaine, and he was all emotional. He hovered around you for a while, constantly checking on you and trying to make you comfortable."

Howlan grumbled. "I thought he was dying, that's all."

"Besides, brotherly love is a completely different kind of thing. Sure, we'd kill for each other and stuff, but we also put heavy laxatives in each other's coffee." Eden winked at Howlan, who looked at his empty mug.

"You little shit." Howlan jumped from his seat.

"Wanna fight?" Eden got ready to hop up too.

Silas just tightened his grip on Eden's waist, "Seriously? First thing in the morning?"