Chez Dante & Anders, Limbo City, Monday Morning

[not_every_mage]

After two weeks of luxury, coming home felt strange. On the one hand, having to pick his own socks off the floor and pour his own cereal into the bowl felt even more burdensome than usual.

On the other ... it was nice not to have to worry about getting hauled into whimsical alien jail if the person he had been mistaken for showed up. That made up for a lot of annoying daily chores.

He'd done some laundry that morning, with only a few giant sighs along the way, and lugged the basket into the living room to fold while he watched some soothing TV. The first channel he turned on was showing a special about imaginary animals, which was enough to have him sighing at the screen even more loudly.

"Why is everything mythical here?" he asked thin air. "It's probably for the good of everyone they don't have to worry about dragons, but they should at least have a few phoenix or deepstalkers somewhere."

[OOC: Open for calls, the housemate, etc.]

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[not_every_mage]

"Doesn't seem like a job choice with much of a future, though," Anders mused idly. "Lousy pay. No retirement plan."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I got paid for it once before," Dante said, stretching his arms back. "I was thinking maybe I should set up shop, see who comes in."

[not_every_mage]

“You’d be good at that,” Anders said, going a shade more serious. “And Maker knows, there’s got to be a market for it here.”

[rebelseekspizza]

"Not that I'm going to stop just helping people, but there's got to be rich desperate assholes out there who want their factories cleaned out of demons, right?" Dante asked.

[not_every_mage]

"No shame in charging the people who can afford it," Anders agreed. "Especially if they'd have to shut down the factories otherwise."

[rebelseekspizza]

"So there we go," Dante said easily. "Punching demons is gonna be my profession." A beat. "You been thinking about this for you?"

[not_every_mage]

"A bit," Anders said vaguely. He'd turned back to the laundry, and was working on it as he spoke. "It's hard, though, because what I like is healing, and I don't want to be in school for the next thousand years to be a doctor. Besides, I want to be able to help you punch demons, and I don't think med school is very good for that."

He gave Dante a speculative look. "I have an idea, but promise not to laugh?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Cross my heart," Dante said easily. "Why?"

[not_every_mage]

"Because the thing I'm thinking about might sound a little funny," Anders said, then added wryly, "says the man talking to a professional demon puncher. Anyhow, I think I could go to school to be a massage therapist. It doesn't take too long and it'd let me heal the people who needed it without having to make a giant song and dance out of it. I don't feel safe being too public about it here, not yet."

He'd never said it out loud before ... but he felt good, now that he had.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante processed that for a moment.

Then: "Aw, I'm going to share your magic hands with people? Shit."

Fake pouting and all.

[not_every_mage]

Anders laughed, relieved.

"Maybe I can save my pinkie for you if you're worried," he suggested. "That can be all yours."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I don't know if I'm gonna be getting what I need out of this relationship now," Dante sniffed.

[not_every_mage]

"And what's that?" Anders asked. On a whim, he scooted sideways on the floor to get within range to launch a tickle attack.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Girth," Dante managed to get out before he was fending off Anders's evil, evil fingers with his hands.

[not_every_mage]

"You only love me for my girth?" Anders returned between guffaws as he attempted to get at Dante's ribs. "Never knew you were that shallow."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nope, sorry, totally that shallow," Dante retorted, attempting to snag Anders' wrists before he got anywhere.

Look, Kathy kept trying, he'd had practice.

[not_every_mage]

"You'll never take me alive," Anders claimed as they play-wrestled, but let Dante grab him just a moment later. He sighed heavily. "... guess I was wrong."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante smirked up at him, using his newly-found leverage for the diabolical task of tugging Anders down on top of him. "You're mine now," he agreed.

[not_every_mage]

Anders let himself settle against Dante's lap, squirming just enough to be comfortable.

"And now you're just going to keep my girth and my magic fingers all to yourself," he sighed. "Poor me, forced to service your every whim..."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Aw, you like it," Dante said, wiggling his eyebrows.

He kissed Anders after that. Because what else were you going to do with a lap full of hot mage?

[not_every_mage]

"Never said I didn't," Anders said, and kissed Dante back. Because what else were you going to do when a hot nephilim had you as his willing prisoner?

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante managed a huff of a laugh against Anders' mouth, letting go of his wrists - he needed his hands free so he could tangle one of 'em in Anders' hair. Mmm. Yep, it felt good to be home.

His free arm wrapped around Anders' waist.

[not_every_mage]

Anders gave himself over to the kiss with a soft, contented grunt, one newly freed hand on Dante's shoulder while the other traced the sharp edge of his jaw.

"Guess you don't care if I finish the laundry," he teased in a whisper, breath hot on Dante's ear. And then he nipped at the earlobe for good measure.

[rebelseekspizza]

"It's not like anybody's here who's going to give us shit for leaving it laying around," Dante said, sounding amused, and then breathless, because mm, teeth.

His hand slid up the back of Anders' shirt, pushing it up. "Laundry break. That's a thing now."

[not_every_mage]

"I'd folded almost half of a quarter of the stuff anyhow," Anders said as he rucked his shirt the rest of the way over his head. (Moving a little fast, maybe, but he wanted his skin on Dante's and it was suddenly very urgent.) "Practically done."

He'd liked that reaction, so he went in with his teeth again once he was bare-chested, nibbling a neat line up Dante's neck toward his earlobe.