Avenging Maria

Chapter Three-You're a Dick

 Ezekial Batrix was not perfect. From the outside, he just might appear to have perfect tendencies. For example, he was fluent in four languages, had a natural talent at wind instruments, and was fairly good with numbers. Nearly all of these things seemed to make Mazon Han hate him.

Ezekial was alright with this, as Mazon was obnoxiously annoying himself. All he had tried to do was be nice to him, and Mazon had used the given energy to slap Ezekial back in the face. Ezekial didn't think it was fair to say he hated the kid, but he was definitely a nuisance. He managed to ruin any good mood Ezekial was ever in by sulking about and glaring at him, often muttering insults under his breath or to his little friends.

Given all this, it would be more than acceptable to assume that Ezekial was rather shocked to end up, well--here. It seemed like a reasonable question, since here was a remarkably regrettable position that he was sure to hate himself for later. Said position was against a locker, making out with none other than Mazon Han himself. Ezekial was quite uncertain of how they ended up there, entangled in an open hallway, when just moments ago they were at each other's throats--but frankly, he was not going to complain. It would be viable to say that he rather liked the way his thin lips fit over Mazon's fat bottom one, that his hands were perfectly curled in Mazon's hair. It would be fair to say that Ezekial enjoyed the pounding of his heart, the excitement that they could be caught any moment, the warmth he could feel radiating off the boy that was currently a physical part of him. He figured it was undeniable that, at the least, the feeling of the boy's tongue in his mouth was definitely pleasurable.

When the gentle breeze began to stir the hallway, Ezekial didn't stop it, because it simply seemed right. Everything in that moment was exactly as it should have been--magical even without the wind.

And then they were pulling apart, and before Ezekial even opened his eyes Mazon's were snapped wide open, and all too suddenly there was the denial-- "I'm not gay."

"Yes, obviously," Ezekial chuckled, smirking at the boy before him. Mazon scowled, and Ezekial didn't even try to pretend it wasn't hot.

"Look, douchebag, I was just trying to get you to shut up."

"Of course, so logically you decided to suck my face off," Ezekial said, shaking his head and smiling in an amused manner. "Yeah, Maze, I do that to everyone I'm annoyed with."

"I--whatever," Mazon grumbled as his face flushed. Ezekial smirked triumphantly as he watched the boy before him. For once, he had been the one to stump Maze.

"So, would you like to come back to my place to continue discussing how you are, clearly, not gay?" Ezekial taunted, already knowing the answer. He watched Mazon squirm uncomfortably a moment, thinking, before answering.

"Fine," Maze huffed, letting out a breath he was holding. The poor kid looked kind of defeated, and Ezekial almost felt bad for him. He lead him out of school, and once they got outside, the brat's little friends were waiting. They looked fairly shocked to see Ezekial with him, but Ezekial figured that was more than fair.

"Hey, are you coming back with us?" Elijah asked, his voice heavy with concern.

"Not right now," Mazon told him. "Don't worry if I don't come back, yeah? I'll see you tomorrow at the latest."

"Okay," Elijah replied, giving his partner a look. Ezekial glanced sideways at Maze when he suggested he would stay the night, raising his eyebrows before they passed by his friends and into the woods. Mazon followed Ezekial's lead in silence.

"Where are we going?" Mazon finally asked. Ezekial was expecting that one minute into the walk, rather than five. "You aren't dragging me back here to kill me, right?"