Bacon And Cheese Burger. (Manxman)

Chapter One.

It was the bell ringing that drew Damien out of the zone he seemed to have slipped into while trying to consume at least a quarter portion of his morning cereal. It's a thing for Damien, just gliding in the clouds. Be it a dark cloud or a beautiful fantasy, Most times, the most casual thing for Damien was slipping into a mind space.

Collecting himself with slurry grunt he pulled himself out from the island... Grunted some more and flexed his shoulders whilst trying to work the kinks he got from sleeping on the couch in his sitting room..
With an exhausted eyeroll, he gave up trying to massage his shoulder muscles and heads straight for the door because the piercing sound from the incessant ringing of his doorbell seemed like the Devil humping his last sane nerve and he knew just about the psycho idiot that derives this twisted pleasure from seeing him cranky.. 'Fitzgerald' . One of the few persons Damien has the tiniest ability of tolerating.. but right now, that ability is worning off.

Damien isn't exactly the cold narcissist folks around passively assumes him to be. He's a boy, a twenty year old with a shattering past. He's successfully deluded himself into believing that he can live above his demons. He's beauty, allure, came with a price. With scars.. emotionally prominent scars. He's experienced love and watched it all just disappear.. he's felt pain and the agony of reality.. he's a walking mannequin with a scary amount of consciousness and awareness of how the society and himself operates and he knows how to fit in just fine. He's raised himself.

 Damien, at twenty, is 6 ft 6inches tall and has the deepest pair of olive green eyes you'd ever gaze into.. his cheek bones- so defined its safe to say they were chiseled by the gods. His auburn silky hair thats never straying beyond control and a sun kissed skin added to this devouring aura he is born with.. wickedly mesmerizing and even more cruel, is his consciousness of his otherworldly appearance. He's a devil, and he knows this very well..
Didn't help that he works out three times every week and doesn't take his proteins measly.
For a boy that's still struggling to wake up, he looked like Nectar and ambrosia.

On opening the door, he could see that fitz was just a breathe away from Screaming bloody murder.  It's still unbelievable how infuriated he gets whenever Damien does this..; after all this years, it's still Damien... The only man that has mastered the art chill..

Rolling his eyes fitz walked in.. "go ahead, tell me. What, this time delayed you?" fitz asked. Looking at Damien with the same passively blank stare Damien has a reputation for always having.. it went on for a couple of seconds before Fitz folded and looked away.. "don't you think this whole blank stare.. glare thingy you do is ti-.. you know what, I'm not going to sweat about that again" . Cause after knowing Damien for this long this emotional aloofness was what he literally always look like..
   

      "Aren't you very cheerful today.." Damien countered with a yawn while stepping away from the entry way for his best friend to enter.

" why! In the hell are you stepping aside from the door as if gesturing for me enter when you are supposed to be stepping OUT of this.. This.. Stupid! Apartment of yours, because you know today being Friday and all, we're meant to be at our job at exactly 8:00am and it's already 7:55am you wart infested 4inch dicked motherfucker!.

I reminded you eight fucking times yesterday EIGHT!" Fitz snapped at Damien..
  

     While Fitz kept going on and on..,
Damien was just wondering why on Gods green earth would his idol Ursula make the mistake of taking sweet little Ariel's voice when she could just wait a century and reap out Fitz's voice box, chord and even lungs and spare the entire human race one less warm blooded talking android robot.
"I swear if you weren't so fine I would I would have ........".