Good or Evil - Writing

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When Steve met eBay.

“Want a shake?” Lore asked, rising from the sofa.

“Hmm,” was Steve’s only reply. His eyes were set firmly on the laptop, eyelids never blinking, every now and again squinting and frowning. He’d been deep in research lately. World Domination, Lore supposed. He’d come home bouncing for joy the night before, waving his new ‘Windows World Domination 06’ CD he’d bought on eBay.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Getting out two juicy human hearts, he dumped them in the blender and flicked the ‘on’ switch. When he’d put the now-liquid hearts into two glasses with straws, he made his way back to his friend and handed one to him.

Steve took his shake without looking at him, and put the straw in his mouth, sucking on it.

“Steve, don’t you think you’re a bit too much into this research of yours? You need a break,” Lore said, half hoping Steve would listen, half knowing he wouldn’t.

“I’m just trying to figure out what the fuck this is,” Steve retorted, brows furrowing in confusion and irritation. “‘Your first plan of action would possibly be to find a confidant, someone to trust. Ask your confidant to find a member of the opposite sex to sacrifice. Once he/she has done that, you must tie them to a stake, load some firewood and set them on fire, while chanting and making absurd chicken noises. This will make the world fear you, which is essential if you want to be obeyed.’,” he quoted.

Lore laughed. And laughed. And he laughed some more. “Steve, you ignorant bastard! You really think Windows would make a World Domination program?”

Steve turned his head to look at him and blinked. “Well…it did sound absurd…but they said that Darth Vader swears by it.”

Lore rolled his eyes. “And you’re supposed to be the smart one!”

That received a glare. “Steve, don’t tell me you honestly think that Darth Vader is real, and that he’d swear by a computer program about making a world domination plan…”

“You lack an imagination, did you know that?” With that, Steve closed his laptop and put it on the table, along with his shake, mumbling something along the lines of “Bloody Italians…”

“So what d’you want to do?”

“Anything but watch another one of your Italian movies. Don’t give me that look, I do understand them, but they just…Lore, to tell you quite frankly, they’re all romances…and romances are for girls and poofs.”

“Well I’m sorry for breathing, Mr. I-watch-Passions-every-night-in-my-room-when-I-don’t-think-my-friends-can-hear.”

Steve gasped melodramatically and laid a hand on his chest. “I do not!”

Lore laughed. “I hear it, I can’t sleep at night because of it.”

“Damn.” Steve poked him. “Well that’s still no excuse. Italians are way soppier than Americans.”

Lore poked back. “Ha! And F.R.I.E.N.D.S. is a nature program! You can’t get any soppier than Americans.”

Poke. “Still doesn’t top off your lovely hobby of cooking, ya poof!”

Poke. “I blame my family for that. Italians, you know the story.”

Hit on the arm. “What about those naked boy sculptures you make?”

Hit. “Art.”

Hit. “Showing their things off like trophies.”

Hit. “Shut up. Hopeful making.”

Shove. “Yeah, you could never have so much muscle. Impossible.”

Shove. “That’s not true! I have almost as much muscle as that. And I’m just as strong as they’d be, minus the werewolf thing.”

Shove. “I’d like to see you prove that.”

Lore tackled Steve off the sofa and onto the floor, wrestling him to the ground. Laughing, the two wrestled, attempting not to break anything while they were at it, since their werewolf and vampire strengths could easily break larger things than humans could. In the end, Steve had Lore pinned on the floor, arms held by him over his head, Steve sitting on his waist with his face towering a few centimetres from Lore’s.

“Just as strong, huh?” he mocked.

“Well of course I’m not as strong as you. You’re a bloody Coven Leader, for god’s sake!”

Steve smirked, that winning, smug smirk of vanity he did so often, that Lore had grown to love. “Yeah I am a Coven Leader. Got a whole coven on the other side of the city, ready to take on anyone who troubles me. I wouldn’t have hesitated to set them on you if you’d have beat me,” he said jokingly but arrogantly.

“Oh I know, Brat Prince.”

“Somebody’s been reading too much Anne Rice.”

“Marvellous books though, very accurate. You might think they’re real.”

Steve pouted. “I’m not a good enough vampire for you? You need more? Oh, I’m heartbroken, I really am.”

“Oh no, you’re enough to tolerate.”

“I know,” he smiled. But then his smile faded, because he realised he was looking deep into his best friend’s eyes, and he was looking back. Slowly and carefully, without really thinking about it, Steve lowered his head and kissed Lore on the mouth.

Lore didn’t respond instantly. He sort of froze for a second, but then melted into the kiss, receiving Steve’s lips gently. As they got caught deeper in the moment, the kiss got fiercer and more lustful. They kissed each other hungrily, like they had been waiting for this for months, and now that it happened, they wanted to devour every moment in its fullest.

Steve was the one to end the kiss. He broke off with a small peck on the mouth, rose his head and opened his eyes. Lore was looking back at him and breathing rapidly.

“Wow,” he said.

Steve smirked. “Ya poof,” he said and kissed him again.

End.

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