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Name's Cullen Bloodstone. I'm the youngest of the Bloodstone hunters. And I'm a royal bloody fuck up.

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"Ehhhhh." He shrugged. "I dyed it a few times, it just kept coming back… Kinda like Lindsay Lohan’s career… Except she really hasn’t come back yet." Brandon laughed at his poorly executed joke.

He blinked his eyes, his very heavy eyes. “Wha? You’re just really drunk right now.” Brandon pet Cullen’s head. “You don’t even really know me, kay?” Oh shit. The actor drank too much, he could feel his stomach churning, but refused to vomit. Losers vomited and Brandon was no loser. “Jus- Just wait as long as you c-” He dry heaved, but managed to keep the contents of his stomach down. “Can. I wish I did… You know, I regret a lot of stuff.”

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"I like yer hair, mate, don' ever change it." Cullen mumbles, trying to press himself as close to Brandon as he could, thinking that if he was closer his point would come across better.

"No m' not. Yer a cutie an' I'd like t' experience how it feels with ya." He smiles sheepishly, running his fingers through Striker's hair. He notices Brandon's dry heave and stops, looking worried. "Hey, mate. Ya okay?" He asks, rubbing Brandon's stomach lightly. "Ya need t' sit up or somethin'?"

Brandon giggled drunkenly before placing his index finger on Cullen’s lips, shushing him. “Shhhhhh. Stop talking about sorry, okay? I’m not mad~” He smiled goofily at his new teammate.

"I was virgin once and then I met an alien at a bar and he bought me a drink and then bam. Virgin be gone." He took the bottle of vodka and sipped for the final time. Brandon held onto Cullen’s hand loosely as he traced his scar. "When I first found out I had powers I didn’t have control and I got this scar and the white streak in my hair."

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"Mm, okay." He nods groggily, smiling at Brandon as he continued tracing the skin. "The white streak looks amazin', tho." He hiccups.

The Brit pulls himself in and rests his head on Striker's chest, listening to the heartbeat of the other male. "I wouldn't mind losin it t' ya." He mumbles against his shirt. "But I wanna remember it the nex' mornin', and I've never been drunk before. I feel good tho. Since 'm with ya, I suppose."

"Maybe we should cool off then?" Brandon said rolling off of Cullen and lying down on his back next to him. "Sorry for what?" His hand wandered off the bed and onto the bottle of vodka and taking a quick swig. The last thing he wanted to do was to rush Cullen into or make him do something he wasn’t completely comfortable with.

Why was the room spinning? Brandon rubbed his eyes before blinking widely. He hadn’t been this drunk since- well, last week. He wasn’t even at a club this time.Whatever, YOLO and all that, right? He turned his head so he could see Cullen, “You okay?”

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He made a motion for the bottle and took a sip after Brandon, sighing. "Sorry fer seemin' like I'm rushin'. Just haven't felt this good in a long, long time." He sighs again and scoots closer to the other male, curling into him.

"Yeah, 'm okay, just nervous an' all that virgin shit." He replies, studying the other's face curiously. He lifts his hand and gently traces Brandon's scar on his forehead, smiling a little. "Yer scar is kinda hot, B."

As the two rolled over and switched positions, Brandon found a hand resting on Cullen’s neck and the other gently cupping his cheek. Soft moans escaped Brandon’s mouth and entered Cullen’s.His body was yearning for more, he needed it, but he finally began to listen to that voice in the back of his head telling him to slow down.

He continued breathily kissing the other, Brandon’s body pressing more and more into Cullen’s. Damn. Brandon nibbled and sucked at the other’s bottom lip every so often. “Mmmm.” Striker subconsciously began rolling his hips into the other boy’s, grinding their groins together.

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Cullen wasn't used to the fond touches, but he had to admit it was nice being held like someone actually cared for him. The blonde let out a needy noise when Brandon slowed down, and quickly shut up the moment their lips met again.

Pressing his crotch back up against Brandon's, the Brit cursed in pleasure into his mouth. After a few seconds, he backs away, embarrassed. "Never even kissed a guy an' I'm pressin my groin into yers. Sorry, B." He looks down, cheeks red.

"Yeah, I’m good. I was just making sure you’re okay with all of th-" he was interrupted by Cullen again tickling him and he let out a small yelp as he squirmed under the other boy. "Can you not?" Brandon hiccuped after Cullen released him from his tickle torture.

The fact that Cullen had no issues or reservations about this whole making out thing, he shouldn’t either, right? “You are juss a ball of sex energy.” Brandon smirked before placing his hand on the back of Cullen’s head and pulling him into another kiss.

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"Didn' mean t' tickle ya." He mumbles. "Dexterity isn't that great when 'm drunk, obviously..." He stifles a yawn, snuggling closer to Brandon, and makes a small noise when he feels the other's hand on the back of his head.

"A ball of sex energy? Th' hell that's supposed t' mean?" He asks before he's kissed again, and he grips Brandon's shirt lightly as he kisses him back, rolling off so he pulls the black-haired teen on top of him.

Making out with Cullen was definitely not what Brandon had in mind when welcoming the new teammate. It was team bonding. Yeah, that’s how Brandon looked at it. Just harmless, teenage fun.

He parted his lips when the hunter’s tongue sought entrance. This whole scene was slowly beginning to escalate. Brandon accidentally let out a slight whimper as Cullen’s hands ran down his sides. Fuck that tickled. He again pulled back, this time in order to catch his own breath. “Wow…” He sighed softly, “That was… Just wow.”

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Cullen leaned further to lick into Brandon's mouth when he had pulled away, a little confused by the sudden stopping. "Ya okay? ya initiated this so I figured that...."

He pauses, hearing Brandon whimper, and realized he caused that. He repeated the motion where his hands traveled down the hero's sides, smirking a little bit. "Hope for a firs' timer I'm up to speed on all your lip-action, B. I gotta say, I really like kissin' you. We should do more instead of talking."

Okay okay okay, cool it down. He’s a little closeted twink boy, but damn he’s a good kisser. Brandon pulled back slightly “We-we should probably stop.” He leaned up until his lips made contact with Cullen’s again. Come on man, you just met him! Brandon ignored every voice in his head, lust took over and Brandon was now a vessel for one of the seven deadly sins.

Freeing his arms, he wrapped them around the younger man’s neck, closing however much space the two had between each other. He could feel the pitter-patter of Cullen’s heart and smirked into the kiss.

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This was different. Good, but definitely different from everything Cullen's experienced in his life. He's never been this physical, this intimate with someone before, and honestly, it felt somewhat liberating.

"Ya wanna stop?" He asks quickly, but is cut off by Brandon's lips again, and then he feels the other teen's arms hook around him, drawing him into the older male. He makes a positive noise, parting his lips in an attempt to open-mouth kiss Brandon, his arms nervously sliding down to his sides, resting there.

Brandon hummed the Star Spangled Banner loudly as Cullen spoke about snogging. Such a weird word. He only hummed because in his current state he’d never be able to remember most of the words, sorry Cap. Cap had such a nice ass. Wow it was nice. Oh what? Okay, you have a Cullen on top of you. What type of name is Cullen and what the hell type of last name is Bloodstone. Oh my god. What if he’s actually a Twilight Vamp who took on the Cullen’s last name as his first name and just put blood in front of his original last name? Yes, Brandon was very much drunk.

He looked up at Cullen and squinted fiercely. “Oi, ‘M tha bloody Juggernaut!” He snorted out in bad Irish accent. “Wait… He’s Irish right?” Brandon lifted his scarred eyebrow trying to keep things as casual as possible. Though, he had a boy who kissed him earlier pinning him down on a bed; any hopes of a casual night went out the door long ago. Brandon leaned his head up, his lips inches away from Cullen’s . No, don’t do it. A voice sounded in his head, but right now he didn’t care.Throwing caution to the wind, he closed the gap between their lips. He used his teeth to gently tug at Cullen’s bottom lip, strategically so Cullen’s head lowered and he could rest his head on the bed.

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What the hell was Brandon doing? He was humming (very badly) the stupid America song and looked like he was oogling at some guy. Unless it was Cullen? Was Brandon oogling at him? His cheeks flushed a little at the thought, and his grip on Striker's wrists loosened a bit, but tightened when the teen spoke again, making a face.

"I don' fuckin' remember if he's Irish or not! You sound like me ---" He rolled his eyes, but they soon widened when he realized that Brandon was leaning in. Oh, boy. What was he doing? He didn't get much of a chance to think of anything else because soon he was being kissed, and he was kissing back. He leaned down, letting Brandon pull on his lip, and made a low noise of approval, pulling back long enough to suck in a breath just to kiss him again.

Dropping his eyes, Brandon prepped for the most dramatic of eye rolls only for it to be missed the closeted boy. Okay then, that’s cool too. It stung a little that his masterpiece would have to be recreated and saved for another time. Brandon like the mature ten year old he was stuck out his tongue in response to Cullen’s request not to poke his face. “Pffft.”

"One. Don’t use the word snog. It literally has no meaning in America. Two. I’m not gonna tell anybody dudeseph. And three I ain’t scurred of you and your little guns. I’m the motherfuckin’ Juggernaut." he snorted before taking one final swig and lying down on his back next to Cullen. The last time he’d been drunk in a teammate’s bed they ended up leaving without word. Brandon did have his reservations, but YOLO.

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Cullen's eyes flitted to see Brandon stick out his tongue, and he licked his lips, trying to ignore the finger poking his face. "Yer so immature, ya know that? Makes me wonder how anyone could like you." Oh boy, he was teasing Brandon. This is how Cullen knew he was drunk for sure.

"M'gonna use snog if I wanna use snog. It's a word I've used my whole life an' I don't need an American ruling my speech patterns." He pauses, and rolls over, pinning Brandon to the bed, his hands holding the other's arms down and he has a small smirk on his face. "Oh, yer the Juggernaut, yeah? Ain't that interestin'."

Brandon looked at Cullen leaning into him, before taking a big gulp of the vodka. “You good, bro?” Oops. That last swig did it. He was drunk. Brandon poked at Cullen’s face. “You’re such a lightweight, worse than Sammy, I swear.” He giggled

"No shit you feel good, you’re drunk off ya unicorn." He erupted in laughter. "Get it? Unicorrrn because the whole gay thing… but shhhh, it’s a secret. Don’t tell nobody."

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Cullen made a face, taking a long drink to prove Brandon wrong. "It's my firs' time drinkin', B." He mumbles lazily, not bothering with the chaser anymore. "Stop that. Don't poke my bloody face."

He grumbled, not finding Brandon very funny. He pulls away from the other guy and lays down on his back, stretching. "Ya tell anyone that 'm gay and that we snogged and yer pretty face's goin through the fuckin' roof, ya got it?"

A snort sounded from Brandon as he watched Cullen’s sip. “Well if it were a mixed drink it’d tasted a whole lot better. But this is what we have to work with.” He grinned. Did Brandon do this often? He thought about it and remembered every social gathering he’d been to in the last few weeks; all in which he had consumed alcohol. If he kept this up he’d end up turning into his father. “Eh, not really. Just socially, you know?”

Brandon took the bottle of vodka and took another long swig.”Ahhhh.” His face contorted, but it was a taste he was all to familiar with. Oops, I feel it. Crap. No, be cool. You’re not tipsy yet. Brandon hadn’t eaten all day the alcohol was working on him faster than usual. “Don’t get too drunk, okay? It’s still pretty early.”

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Cullen took the bottle back and tipped back to take another drink, grimacing as he drank the chaser afterwards, shaking his head. He coughs a little, burping after. "Shit --- scuse me, B." He mumbles, his words slightly slurred. "It's hitting me harder than I thought it would."

A warm feeling spread throughout Cullen as the alcohol began to take a hold of him. He slowly sank into Brandon's side, his head resting on his shoulder without thinking too much about it. All he could really think about was how nice the other male smelled, and how it was nice to actually be himself around someone else. "I feel good." was all he said, smirking a little bit.

"That works, and yes the lemonade will do." Brandon wasn’t the lightest of drinkers, but he definitely wasn’t the hardest to get drunk. even Sam could out drink him. Sad, right? Brandon didn’t mind though, he always had the bartender water-down his drinks so he didn’t seem like the lightweight he was.

Brandon looked at the bottles and found the one with the highest alcohol content and took a long swig. He slightly cringed making a disgusted face before taking the bottle of lemonade and replacing it with it with the vodka. “That is some good shit.” And by good, Brandon meant strong. Good job Tony. He smirked, though he didn’t feel anything yet. It wouldn’t be long before the hero began to melt away and become nothing more than your average teen sneaking drinks from their “parents.”

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Cullen ducked the other two bottles under his bed, and looked up to see Brandon take a swig from the bottle, and cringed when he took the bottle, the smell of the vodka strong. The hunter licked his lips, nervous about drinking for the first time, and he closes his eyes to press the bottle to his lips, tipping the alcohol back to take a sip.

Oh, god, it burnt as it went down. Grimacing, he reached for the gallon of lemonade, drinking from it quickly to get the taste out of the back of his throat. "This tastes bloody awful." He murmured, handing the bottle back to Brandon. "Ya do this often, B? I feel like my taste buds are tryin' to commit suicide on me just from that one sip." He shivers, leaning in close to the other male for warmth.

"Good." Striker said, watching as Cullen pick up the bottles of alcohol. They only needed one, but Tony wouldn’t miss the rest. Brandon occasionally took trips to the Star Tower to collect booze for his own personal stash, but he would never admit that to anyone. "Yeah, that’s fine."

He followed Cullen all the way to his room, making sure to mental snapchats of everything he saw. He’d already collected a few albums of stuff as he plopped down on the bed next to Cullen. “I don’t really care about messes.” He said nonchalantly. “But do you have any glasses in here or do we have to drink from the bottles? And what about chasers?”

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"We need t' drink from the bottles." He mumbles, getting up again to go over to his fridge. Desperately trying to figure out what a chaser was, the teen grabbed the gallon of lemonade he had in his fridge and held it up, hoping it was the right thing. "Will this work?" He asks closing the fridge with his foot and walking back over.

Cullen looked at one of the bottles timidly, afraid of how he'll be inebriated. He hoped he was acting cool enough for Brandon, and was assuming he was since the other male hadn't commented on anything yet. "So... ya want the first drink?" He asks, handing the bottle over with a small smile, scooting closer to Brandon.

"Was she really?" Brandon trailed off, before mentally kicking himself in the ass for being a downer. Don’t let him see you sweat, Brandon. No one can see you sweat."Yeah, she is very radioactive. Very. I was on team with her soooo.” Brandon crossed his legs, keeping his face indifferent.

"Pffffft. No one can see us if we’re in your room. You’re staying here, right?’ He stood and walked, assuming Cullen would follow him. "I think I know where he hides some." He lead Cullen to where he thought some alcohol would be and surely he found some. "Yes! Back to your room? Can’t drink drink out in the open because Tony or one of the other Avengers will see and stop us."

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Cullen stuck his hands in his pockets and followed Brandon to the stash. Peering over his shoulder, he shrugs. "Yeah, I have a room here. S'kinda messy. I jus' did laundry and some of my shit's still thrown laying out." The hunter steps in front of Brandon, bending over in front of the other male and grabbing a few bottles of what looked like vodka, and stood up. "Is this good?" He asks, before stepping out of the way.

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Looking behind him, Cullen makes sure Brandon is still behind him when he makes it to his room. He opens the door and walks in, looking around. Shit. There was still a pair of boxers on his floor. Hoping the other male doesn't see, he quickly kicks the underwear under his bed and sits on it, setting the bottles on the floor. "This is my room. Sorry for the mess."

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Sam blinked at the rather brusk interruption, raising one black brow as he sized up the kid in front of him. Kind of unimpressive, but the boy had learned looks could often be deceiving in a place like this. Hell, Striker was kind of a loser looking guy, but he admittedly had some mild use on the team so he got a pass.

The young Nova grinned, slinging the strap of his backpack higher on his shoulder and crossed his arms, every inch the cocky hero even in his civilian clothes. “Dude, what crawled up your butt and died? You should try to relax more, you’re gonna have a stroke or something if you keep snapping at people. That, or get your ass handed to you. You never know who’s some kind of secret inter-dimensional god around this place…though they do tend to wear capes and say ‘thou’ a lot which is sort of a giveaway.”

He should at least try to be nice, he could almost hear Maria’s voice in the back of his head, especially when there was a new kid involved. No more fights, he really should try to get along with people. There weren’t that many his own age around besides the rest of his team and the thought of someone new was a bit exciting in an otherwise boring day. He held out his hand in greeting. “Sam Alexander” He said, like the name should be well know. Which it wasn’t. Yet, anyways.

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"Let's not talk about my rear, yeah?" He snorts, trying to analyze the rather obnoxious demeanor the other teen had on in front of him. "What the bloody hell are ya even talkin' about, ya fuckin' chav?" He's downright confused at Sam. "I ain't Thor --- that should be pretty obvious. I use guns, not a bloody hammer." Cullen scoffs now, wanting to turn around again and ignore the other's presence, but he wasn't sure if this was one of his new -- eugh --- teammates.

Oh, now this was interesting. He shakes the other's hand, clicking his tongue. "Shit, yer the new helmet head that everyone's talkin' about? The idiot that crash-landed and started the Avengers and X-Men's battle? Good job, mate. Real good job. I've never seen anyone start a shit storm that big before, an' I gotta say that 'm jealous that ya did that an' not me. Instead 'm known for bein' a little survivor of a madman's Hunger Games." He frowns. "M' Cullen Bloodstone, but I've learned if ya watch YouTube ya know that already."

Brandon squinted at the other. “Yeah. That’s still running.” He didn’t take Cullen as a Whovian, but never judge a book by it’s cover, right? “Another dimension? How’d you manage that? I think America can travel through dimensions .” He thought about it for a bit. before shrugging “The island..” Brandon could feel his heart sink into his stomach, but he tried to hide it. He knew exactly the island Cullen was talking about.

His head tilted to the side, and he forced a goofy smirk onto his face. “Don’t believe me? Ask around, as long as it’s only like Billy… And Cass… If Perry were still here you could ask him, but he’s off taking care of his mom I think. Whatever.” He let his guards down for a fraction of a second. “Can we not about the island. Some of my friends were there and you know. It’s kind of a tender subject.” He smirked. “How about we make this interesting? Tony has alcohol stashes everywhere in this building. How about we find one? You do drink, right? Of course you do.”

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"Yeah, I know Hazmat pretty well, thanks. She's kind of cool, once ya get past the whole 'radiation' thing. At least she's finally outta her suit now, yeah?" He nods, shifting around in his seat a little to get comfortable, and what Brandon says next perks his interest again.

"--- drink? I dunno, B. What happened t' being all Young Avenger-y an' settin' a good example for the world an' all th't shit?" He looks away for a second, trying to cover up the fact that he's never drank before. "Course I do. Who doesn't? Let's go find a stash and get bloody wasted, mate." He bites his bottom lip for just a second. "But I dunno if I'll be good company if I'm rollin' around in empty beer bottles."

Brandon sighed, running his hand down his face. “Don’t worry about it.” Clearly this kid was gonna have a few issues being absorbed into the team, it wasn’t his problem but he could relate, kind of. “Yeah, I gathered. Mr. Hunter.”

"I have been told that." He shrugged. "I’m kind of the team’s go to guy." Lie. "Kind of like a Mr. Congeniality, you know?" Brandon was doing a good job at dancing around the subject of the kiss, but it was clearly still on the other’s mind. Brandon rolled his eyes, but a smirk was present on his face, indicating that it was a playful eye roll. "How about we become friends before you decide you want to just make out?" He chuckled a bit. "Yeah, you’re an okay kisser, okay? Don’t let it go to your head or anything."

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"Is Doctor Who still on?" He pipes up after a bit. "Used to watch old reruns of that show a lot. But I think I heard something about them making new episodes with a ninth doctor." He shrugs. "Between being stuck in another dimension for two years, Braddock Academy, and ... the island, I haven't seen much."

"Team's go to guy?" He snorts. He cracks a tiny smile when he sees Striker smirking, and tugged at his shirt collar in nervousness. "Mates? I kind of just hurt my mates." He admits. "So if ya wanna take the risk..." He bites his lip again. "Yer a good kisser too, B."

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