Still Dangerous

Three

Morgue sighed. "Come on in. Here, let me get you a towel and then you're getting a cab home." He grumbled, ushering Chayne inside. His house was small and cluttered. The walls were kinda grey and there was some artwork here and there. The chains and buzz saw from earlier were on the coffee table.

Morgue disappeared, leaving Chayne to stand just inside the door like an idiot. He reappeared with a towel, which he tossed to Chayne. The blond had put a black shirt on. Chayne couldn't help but feel sad.

He put the towel on his head and tousled his hair until he thought it was reasonable. He then began toweling his skin and trying to soak up the water in his shirt. Morgue was leaning against the counter, watching him. He had the pipe at his lips, inhaling the smoke. Chayne noticed the empty wine bottles scattered here and there, a glass with wine stains twirling listlessly in his vacant hand.

Morgue was expressionless, eyes half lidded and wavering slightly. With his steely eyes pouring into Chayne's soul, Chayne felt numb with jolts running up and down his spine. Morgue spanned the gap between them with two large steps. Chayne could smell the alcohol and weed on him, practically taste it. It was obvious that the blond was drunk and stoned as shit, and that was why his usual harsh demeanor was gone.

Large hands were pressed to Chayne's neck, right under his jaw, caressing him. Morgue's breath stunk of wine and pot, beating down on Chayne's lips. Suddenly, the cold of his breath was replaced with equally cold lips that swallowed Chayne's and holy fucking shit this was happening.

Morgue's eyes were opened and staring down into the younger's, which were blown open as he tasted the alcohol and herbs on his lips. "You should get home." Morgue breathed out as he stepped away. He called a cab as if nothing had happened, and he handed some cash to Chayne for the taxi ride. Chayne was still rooted to his spot, face flushed red.
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The entire taxi ride home, Chayne was staring at the back of the driver's seat, brown eyes wide and blood frozen. He was shaken. Sure, he enjoyed it. For such a social recluse, damn  he knew how to kiss. He payed the cabbie and walked to his new home, unlocking the door. He fell onto his bed face first as he entered his bedroom.

He barely registered Alexan sitting on her bed, sharpening her knives. "What's wrong?" Alexan asked, looking over at her brother. He said something into the duvet, though it was inaudible. "What? Chayne, I can't hear you." She said, exasperated. He turned his head so it was facing her. "He kissed me!!" He whined, face bright red as he shoved his face back into his blue pillow.

"What?" Alexan asked, placing her favourite knife back on its rack on the wall. She walked over to Chayne's bed, sitting next to him. "Morgue was drunk off his ass and stoned and we were standing there and he kissed me and god it was amazing and UGH." He rushed out, a subtle, confused pout on his lips. Alexan just...looked at him.

"Morgue kissed you?!" She squeaked. Chayne turned onto his side and curled into a ball. He wiggled his head onto his sister's lap, and she began combing her fingers through his hair.

The door creaked open and Amanda looked in, spotting her grandkids on Chayne's bed. She leaned against the door frame. "What'd he do this time?" She asked, addressing her granddaughter as her grandson was too busy pouting into Alexan's stomach.

Alexan sighed. "Well, after we left the Freakshow, we got lunch with Asia and Morgue. Well, Jackie offered to drop us off after he dropped off Dove and Cara. He thought it'd be funny to leave Chayne in front of Morgue's house when it started raining. Morgue is a weird guy and a weirder performer, so. According to Mr. Kissable over here, Morgue was drunk and stoned and kissed him." Alexan explained.

Amanda raised an eyebrow. "Really? Wow. Chayne, I knew you made friends quickly but this is just ridiculous." She ruffled his hair and kissed Alexan's forehead. "Well, alcohol and drugs do things to people. You guys should get to sleep for school tomorrow. Good night." She said, leaving the room and cracking the door. Alexan pushed Chayne off of her and stood, moving to her bed.

She peeled off her top and dropped her skirt, wiggling out of her tights and garters.  She slipped on her father's large, button up striped shirt and changed her underwear before slipping between the covers. Chayne shucked his shirt onto the floor and put on a fresh pair of boxers before collapsing onto his bed. He needed some sleep, and he though he deserved it after today.
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A/N~ YES I KNOW THAT MORGUE IS VERY INTROVERTED BUT BELIEVE ME, SOMEIMES THE MOST INTROVERTED PEOPLE GET REALLY HORNY AND/OR SOCIAL WHEN DRUNK AND/OR HIGH. BELIEVE ME. I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.