"Are you gonna move your ass, or just stand there?" Nick questioned as he glared at the small boy, annoyed.

Maybe he was being a dick, but who the heck just stands outside a party? Not Nick, that's for sure. Nick had been waiting for this all day, he wasn't going to waste free beer for anything.

He felt his eyes drift down to those damn jeans...

Almost anything.

Fyner, no wonder Ben called him a deviant.

The blockade slowly turned around, nearly trembling. They didn't seem familiar, and the only people invited go to... oh? A transfer, how... mysterious. Nick was into it. So a confused little transfer drops right onto his doorstep, fun.

Nick couldn't resist playing with the blockade, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance after all.

"I'm waiting." Nick crossed his arms, "subtly" flexing his biceps. Hey, if you got it flaunt it, right?

The transfer glanced at Nick's arms, not having missed the motion. A split-second later looking literally anywhere else.

Fuck... they're so cute.

"I... um... uh..." Looks like Nick was so devastatingly handsome that the blockade was struck speechless, this is fun.

But let's wrap this up, before they think Nick was an actual dick. So much time for that later.

Nick began walking closer, invading the transfer's personal bubble. Nick never would've tried this if he wasn't sure that the transfer thought Nick was hot, he's not that much of an ass.

"Now, either move aside so I can drink myself to death, or..." Nick let the sentence fall off, he'd always loved theatrics.

The transfer's breath wavered, and they began avoiding eye contact even harder. That wouldn't do, not at all.

So Nick grabbed the transfer's chin as gently as he was able, and forced those void-filled eyes into his.

He could smell the adrenaline coursing through the transfer's veins... wait, he actually couldn't...? Huh, maybe not so easy after all.

But those the flushed cheeks and widened eyes gave it away all too well. No one could say that Nick wasn't a master of his craft.

***

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Patrick was worried about hot boys assualting him with their hotness, but this was even outside the possibilities his over-thinking brain could come up with.

This guy had to know what he was doing, there was a knowing light in his eyes.

Pat would know, he was forced to look into them.

Gleaming emeralds sparkled as they started at him, cocky and arrogant. Exactly his type... What? He never said he was mentally stable.

To avoid looking into the gems more, Patrick chose the lesser of two evils, the rest of the womanizer's -or I guess just manizer- appearance.

A crown of brown waves, body built enough to shame any human, diamond-bladed jawline. There was a definite air of superiority, not as if the Manizer was judging him, but as if Pat should just know who was better.

Totally Ferin, totally a threat, totally attractive.

But there was no time to stare longer, much as Pat would like to, this guy was expecting an answer.

"...Or what?" It was incredibly to egg a Ferin on, but what choice did he have?

The Ferin smiled, expecting that answer, what other one was there? Closer the giant stalked, forcing the gap between them to mere inches.

"Or give me a reason to stay." If Patrick weren't compelled to take off his pants right now, he'd have laughed at the auadacity of this man.

Even horny Pat didn't want to give in that easily.

"Give you a reason to stay? I don't even know you" Horny Pat countered, still debating whether or not to suck this guy's dick.

Were there aphrodisiacs in the air or was Pat just touch-starved? Who knows.

"Well now you know me, I'm Nick."

Nick... what a fuckboy name., still cute though.

Nick waited for Patrick to respond with his own name, but Pat had an idea.

"What, you wanna know my name?" Pat asked, shocked as if he hadn't known. He didn't continue until Nick was forced to nod like a child "Well look who's desperate, give me a reason to stay here talking to you."

This is what happens when you try to beat humans at theatrics, tsk tsk Nicholas.

Nick blinked as he processed his words being thrown back at him, before he grinned at the Human.

"I can give 8 reasons if you wanna get outta here~" Patrick chocked, surely it wasn't- Oh fuck it was. It very much was.

The grin grew wider upon seeming Pat's reaction "Yeah, that's what usually happens after reason 6..."

Patrick did the mental equivalent of a keyboard slam.

"Yikes, I'm leaving." Patrick slipped out of this giant's grip, and made it seem he was really about to leave.

Patrick was also a master of his craft, as Nick began after the Human, panicked.

"Shit, wait! I was just joking!" Wow, almost genuine worry there, how smooth, Nick.

"Were you Nicky?" Patrick asked. "You seem oh so bothered, or is that just a dagger in your pants?" Patrick glanced down with mock surprise, the Ferin really did have a boner.

The sane part of him screamed that flirting with the scarily-into-it Ferin was a horrible idea. The rest of him screamed at that small part to shit up and let them get some dick.

"A dagger, give my genes some credit transfer, it's a broadsword at least, but I'd be happy to duel..."

"A duel... where are your manners Nicky, this is hardly the proper place for a battle, now your bedroom on the other hand..." Pat didn't finish the sentence, letting the giant soak it in with his tiny little Ferin brain.

After Nick.exe finished loading, something about Nick changed, the air about him unraveled revealing hunger. Not for food, but for Pat.

It was terrifying, but Patrick literally couldn't stop.

Something out of his control pushed him onwards, to go and prod the beast.

Once again the giant ignored the perfectly nice bubble of space between them. Suddenly Pat was against the wall, with the poor lion knocker digging into his back.

Nick whispered, with this terribly hungry look about him.

"I... wouldn't be opposed to a change an scenery." Nick admitted, breaths becoming heavier. Was he about to jizz himself just from the thought? That'd be embarrassing.

And yet, Patrick wanted to see it happen, but he wanted this even more...

He leaned in and up towards the horny teen, so close that the hitching of Nick's breath rung in Pat's ears.

"Nah."

Once again the executable began loading, neurons firing with much intensity.

"...huh?" The Ferin looked utterly dumbstruck, mouth wide open and head tilted. How one could come up with such flirty, cheesy lines to nothing at all...

"I have a party to go to, maybe drink myself to an early grave, but this has been fun."

"Wha..uh..but..." Nick stammered, throughly confused. Nick was a true linguist, not even Crito could match the sheer poetry Nick was spewing.

Gone soft from the shock, Nick was easily pushed off of Pat and out of his prized personal bubble.

"See ya, Ni-" Pat began, turning towards the door before he was, quite rudely, cut off.

"Wait! Uh, I'll go with you, I can introduce you to my friends!" Nick looked desperate at this point, and Pat almost felt bad. Perhaps he was taking this too far...

Something changed.

Or maybe I'm not taking this far enough?

"Oh? And why would I want to meet with your friends?" Patrick asked. Nick scarmbled for an answer, racking his Ferin brain dry hard for Pat. He was al,ost flattered.

"You're a transfer right? I'm like, popular, I can make sure you walk in your first day on everyone's minds!"

"Hmm..." Patrick pretended to sound unconvinced, in all honestly he was down without any convincing, he only wanted to see Nick squirm a bit. Well, not him, but the very incessant force with no survival instincts.

Nick, upon seeing that Patrick looked on the fence, hurriedly added:

"P-plus, everyone wants a piece of the new kid, I can protect you!"

Now that was truly ironic, the Manizer himself talking about horny teenagers. Patrick even said so out loud.

"Did you not also want a peice?"

Nick went white... whiter than normal.

"uh..."

Patrick let to facade drop, else this would go on for years.

"Ok, fine, but only cuz you're like 9 feet tall, let's go."

Nick's eyes lit up and he practically jumped up and down with excitement. It was... cute. Cute to the actual Pat, as well, not the force.

"Yes! I promise you won't regret this... uh... you still haven't told me your name."

Oh, right. Pat had genuine,y forgotten.

"Pat, my name is Patrick."

"Well, Pat..."

Nick shifted again, and sauntered up to Pat with a preadetor's grace. Not so flustered anymore.

He grinned with almost scary levels of mischievousness.

"I also promise that I'll get you back for blue-balling me."

Once again, Fuck.