Don't Panic.

Son of panic, 23, bisexual

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:.

“True. We’ve just never talked about sex really. So I don’t know how you are with it.” He laughs. “Yes i’m the clumsy one.” Zeffer nuzzles into pax’ side and kisses their cheek. “It was rude you’re hot.” He frowns. “Then distract me.”

“I didn’t know it was a discussion but okay, we’ll discuss it; it doesn’t weird me out that you want to sleep with me because you’re my best friend and it makes more sense to sleep with your best friend than some stranger.” And that, Pax assumed, was the whole discussion, except Zeff was probably waiting for more and earned a sigh for it and a moment of thought. “I don’t know, it’s never seemed like anything strange to be attracted to you or Hadie, but you’re both so emotionally all over the place getting too physical with things just seemed like something that would screw you up worse.” And that, yes, was the full of sum of what Pax had to say on the matter.

Oh, Zeff just had to say that, didn’t he? “Hey, shut up; I haven’t tripped over anything all day today, and I was drunk earlier. Still a little drunk now.” But most of the buzz had faded away and the sober lull was far less appealing but it always came back sooner or later.

“Yeah, not that sort of distraction.” Eyes rolled and giving Zeff a bit of a nudge because too much affection and that problem would be there to deal with all over again. “I don’t think I could even touch you right now without you screwing up your stitches again.” Annoying as that was, yes, but Pax had to be the mature one, shockingly, for once since it was for Zeff’s sake. “I have a surprise for you anyway, that doesn’t involve less clothes, sadly, but it’s still pretty good.”

[paniczeffer-blog]

"So when I'm better we could like, have sex?" He shakes his head. "I'm already screwed up enough." He laughs. "Pax you couldn't find the couch." He perked up. "Surprise. Gimme im excited."

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

“You totally should have said. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Wait you would have done something about it?” Zeffer watches Pax dress his wounds and frowns. “You know you don’t have to do that.” He sighs. “I know I just worry. You’re just so perfect and too good to be true.” Zeffer groans as he licks the blood from his hand. “Okay so my dick was going down but now it’s fucking hard again Pax. Why did you do that?”

“When have I ever been uncomfortable around you?” That was just a given, or so Pax thought, that the level of normality in interaction with Zeff or Hadie just came naturally, there had never been any rules to it. Or if there had nobody had ever informed Pax of that so said rules didn’t apply; the idea that something might when it came to those lines of friendship and such really didn’t make sense in the first place. Those were the people it was normal to be comfortable with, not strangers; the whole idea of interest in strangers was what Pax found bizarre.

And it was a null point about the wound and bandaging, wasn’t it? “Yeah, I don’t have to do anything really, but that doesn’t really mean I don’t want to do things like try to keep your clumsy self from bleeding out on the couch. It’s a thankless job, clearly,” the mock-sigh was drawn out and nearly comical as Pax shrugged it off.

But the laugh was full out amused when Zeff said that, right…perfect. “Gods, have you met me? I’m a fucking psychopath and I’m thinking that’s probably worse because I know it. But I appreciate the vote of confidence and your high opinions of me.” Nothing like a little ego-boosting to make a demon happy, true, and Zeff always did wonders at those sort of things.

There was some sympathy for Zeff and his current plight, but the fact remained the answer was very simple; “The same reason I do anything? Because I wanted to?” Motives were so very uncomplicated when people didn’t make them that way, or bother much with moral implications. “I’m not taking you to the hospital for sex-related anemia from blood loss. Besides, I can distract you with something else right now.” As usual, Pax had a dozen plans at any given time, and most of them weren’t entire disasters.

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"True. We've just never talked about sex really. So I don't know how you are with it." He laughs. "Yes i'm the clumsy one." Zeffer nuzzles into pax' side and kisses their cheek. "It was rude you're hot." He frowns. "Then distract me."

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pax-deimos:

“I didn’t exactly think you would have appreciated me either pointing it out or, you know, shoving my hand down the front of your boxers to fix the issue.” Pax quirked an eyebrow at him with something of a humored sound, because with the way the other demon would go into a random panic it hardly seemed like a great idea to be that accosting about it. “That seems like it would have been more, actually.”

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“You totally should have said. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Wait you would have done something about it?” Zeffer watches Pax dress his wounds and frowns. “You know you don’t have to do that.” He sighs. “I know I just worry. You’re just so perfect and too good to be true.” Zeffer groans as he licks the blood from his hand. “Okay so my dick was going down but now it’s fucking hard again Pax. Why did you do that?”

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pax-deimos:

And there was that point when Zeff lost it, just like his dad, and got all twitchy with the anxiety; but it wasn’t anything all too new and only required a bit of directional calm to keep from a full blowout, hopefully. Granted, the past few moments had done wonders to sober Pax up a bit, but had also made the physical distraction even more demanding. 

But Zeff was bleeding and that wouldn’t have bothered Pax if the tables had been turned, it clearly had the other demon freaking out. Among other issues, evidently.

“Yeah, if you’re freaking out about me seeing anything that’s currently gouging me in the thigh you can calm down man, really.” Ah, poor Zeff, how anyone so rough at the edges could be so hopelessly anxious over some things was comical, but Pax didn’t actually tease for once. “The idea of you all worked up and bloody really only hits the point of highly morally questionable turn-on when that blood belongs to someone else, so we should probably calm it down right now and get you fixed back up.”

“I’m not going to see anything that I don’t want to.” Pax chuckled and did lean up just enough to try to pacify some of that anxiety with a kiss, one less demands and heat and more subtle reassurance in the slow effort before drawing back. “But when you pass out from blood loss this is going to be decidedly less fun.”

“You knew I was hard and you didn’t say anything? Rude.” He looks down an moves over. “I think it’s okay. Just a gauze change from the postition I was in, hand me the gauze please? It’s normal for the blood. It’s actually not as bad as it was to be honest.” He takes deep breaths, trying to calm his hard on. “I don’t want you to think all I want is to sleep with you. I really like you obviously and I don’t care if we sleep together. If we did that’d be amazing, but if we didn’t it wouldn’t kill me you know? You’ll always be my Pax.” 

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frostypina:

“Ohmigod, no, you totes have to go!” Pina whined “It’s the biggest game of the season, and it’s always the biggest blast in the world!”

“Okay I’ll check it out but you have to teach me about tourney.”

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

Zeff was turned on but he tried his best to hide it. This wasn’t a hook up, this was Pax and he loves them so much. So he sat on his knees as much as he could. Zeffer nuzzled their neck and kissed it. He groans and makes sure to leave a mark. He looks back to admire it. “Mine.”

It was curious to watch Zeff in that state, on some level out of the three of them it had always been easy to see Zeff as the most human, Pax held very little opinion of having much in common with that and Hadie certainly had a stronger streak of it but not nearly as much as Zeffer. Not that the sort of emotional extremes that went with desire were strictly human, but emotions always ran so deep with the other demon and Pax found that endearing about him.

“Hmn,” It was nothing at all like a protest to the idea, or the lulling sting left in skin marred by that rough sensation; that faint hum along eager nerves felt incredibly good. “Well it only took you..you know…twenty-something years to figure out,” light humor, because that heat was still running high in Pax’s blood but so was the dire need to breathe for a second. Now, if Hadie would just clue in on that fact too then things would be just about perfect.

Stretching, alley-cat lazy and still with that glint of contentment lurking in those sharp blue eyes, Pax shifted and started to reach to drag Zeff back down when the motion pressed too close and it was difficult not to notice something damp between them. Never subtle, shoving a hand to the spot on jeans that felt a bit uncomfortable in the first place, Pax drew that hand back with fingertips twinged dull crimson.

“Uh? Fuck, Zeff, your stitches,” brow furrowed at the notion and the blood, Pax couldn’t help finding the situation amusing in spite of everything, “I forgot about that.”  

[paniczeffer-blog]

Zeff went to another spot to mark them and groaned. He gasped when he noticed the blood and panicked, not a good panic either. "Fuck I can't move because you'll see something you don't want to see and oh gods i'm embarrassed you're going to think bad of me. Just don’t worry about it. It’s fine. Just focus on kissing me okay?"

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

“You’re not leaving me you little shit.” He didn’t know what had come over him he’d had a few drinks at the bar and was buzzed, but lip biting was a turn on. He kissed Pax hard, pulling their hair. He came up for air and panted. “I wanna kiss your neck. Can I leave a mark on you?”

Pax just snickered at Zeff’s determination over the matter, of course nothing short of no way around it would have been enough to leave Zeff and Hadie as they were very literally the only people that mattered. Even necessity might not have been enough, when it came right down to weighing that with want; and giving up things wanted was not something Pax was very often willing to do.

The question was so bizarrely unneeded that it inspired an amused giggle, cut short by the hitch of breath that came with those tugging fingers, words tumbling out even as Pax’s head tipped back with that none-too-subtle coaxing, throat bared. “You think you need to ask?” Pax was wired for those rougher edges when it came to affection and wasn’t ashamed of the fact by any measure, hands sliding to catch at the other demon’s shoulders with nails dragging; it just wasn’t much fun if there wasn’t a hint of tension in it.

[paniczeffer-blog]

Zeff was turned on but he tried his best to hide it. This wasn't a hook up, this was Pax and he loves them so much. So he sat on his knees as much as he could. Zeffer nuzzled their neck and kissed it. He groans and makes sure to leave a mark. He looks back to admire it. "Mine."

[brokcnmaddy]

paniczeffer:

“I got hair extensions and my roommate made fun of me.” He nods. “I DID send my roommate a crush basket but only because they love food, okay I have a crush on them but I will never say.” He sighs. “Okay that was off topic. I’m not sure if I’ll get involved either.”

“Well - that wasn’t the nicest thing was it..” she hummed and shook her head, chuckling as he spoke, “Well that’s alright - I’ve not been too involved in it myself, I kind of avoided those basket things personally but - maybe something more fun will come up soon.”

[paniczeffer-blog]

"They hate anything to do with school." He sighs. "Someone sent me one and Pax is going to have a meltdown."

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paniczeffer:

“Good. If you get sent back i’d have to go back. Not living without you.” Pax kisses him and he smiles. He loves the hands on his hair. Then he bites his lip and he growls. He grabs him by the shirt and pushes him towards the couch. He shoves him down and straddles him, kissing him roughly.

“I appreciate the moral support but if I get run off back there you better stay here and keep Hadie out of trouble; I’ll survive back home but who knows about you two here without me to supervise you.” Teasing, the words trailed off into another of those rather intoxicated amused sounds that bordered giggling. “Besides, I’d figure out a way to sneak out before long, you know I would.”

It was sudden, one moment looking at Zeff and the next there was the couch, and the motion causing a dizzy sensation just trying to keep up. Sudden, yes, but that wasn’t exactly something to complain about, even if it had been possible before any chance of speaking or breathing was cut off by that intense kiss. Well, clearly something must have been a button to push; there were all sorts of interesting little spots to learn on Zeff now that their friendship had begun to turn more physically affectionate.

“Hnm, okay,” Pax managed in a second before that kiss took over again, a smirk dissolved into it with a tiny shiver creeping along tense muscles. Well if Zeff wanted to kiss like that Pax wasn’t going to argue the idea, just planted palms to the couch to push up enough to meet the dip of Zeff’s head and the searing eagerness in that kiss.

[paniczeffer-blog]

"You're not leaving me you little shit." He didn't know what had come over him he'd had a few drinks at the bar and was buzzed, but lip biting was a turn on. He kissed Pax hard, pulling their hair. He came up for air and panted. "I wanna kiss your neck. Can I leave a mark on you?"

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

“I’m sorry I just didn’t want you to freak out like this. I had plans to handle Farid.” Zeffer laughs. “Okay do not kill him and get sent back Pax.” He whines. He pulls a bandage from his pocket and dresses the wound after Pax inspects it. “It does hurt. I hate pain. I’m more into anxiety.” He pulls him close. “Cuddle me, maybe a kiss. Just make me smile.”

“Urgh...fine, I’ll just give him crushing emotional and mental trauma, but only because you asked,” cheerful, that agreement, even though the bloodshed would have been fun but Zeff did have a logical point and getting banished back to the Isle would make the rest of those grand plans impossible. Damn details; how was a demon supposed to get anything done? Eyes rolled at the notion if having to tame down that bloodlust a bit, Pax wasn’t exactly thrilled but would tolerate the necessity.

Watching Zeff dress that wound only stirred up the desire to help but not the best idea in that state so there was some waiting involved until the job was finished, and then the words drew Pax’s attention again. “Well, if we were both masochists that probably wouldn’t end well,” there was too much potential for far too many mishaps for the sake of entertainment. A nod, a smile sliding over Pax’s lips before they were put to better use in stealing that kiss, fingers buried into Zeff’s hair to draw him in closer. Oh, a kiss was perfectly manageable right then, indulgent too with that alcohol still humming along Pax’s nerves, dragging that kiss out and nipping at the other demon’s lower lip before drawing back just enough to catch a breath.

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"Good. If you get sent back i'd have to go back. Not living without you." Pax kisses him and he smiles. He loves the hands on his hair. Then he bites his lip and he growls. He grabs him by the shirt and pushes him towards the couch. He shoves him down and straddles him, kissing him roughly.

[freckledspots]

paniczeffer:

“Okay but why don’t they do it all the time? Don’t they always want school spirit? I know nothing about school man.”

“I really don’t know - but, I’m kind of glad its not all the time. Some of these school spirit things are a little strange.. to have them going on all the time might get a bit crazy. But it’s fine if you don’t get it, I don’t really either - but, some of the things are fun so - just try and enjoy them a little.”

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"Enjoy. Yes okay. I will enjoy them. Like the crazy hair day was fun. I liked that one."

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

Zeffer was panicking. “How do you even know?” He was exasperated. “What do you mean he told you? Pax calm down? Are you okay? Did the glass break on you?” He watches him panicking and just keeps quiet. “Yeah he stabbed me in the leg. “I don’t care what you do to him.” Zeffer sighs and removes his pants carefully. There’s gauze covering the wound, and it’s not too bloody, but still bloody. “It was two days ago. I got it stitched up at the infirmary.” He takes the gause off, wincing. “It fucking hurts. I did get him with my bat. He threw the knife in my leg, when I went to pull it out he walked up and twisted it.”

“I always know, everything, especially when you’re lying to me and hiding things!” Frustrated, not at Zeff so much as the situation, but it was no lie that when those emotions ran too strong Pax had decidedly little control over them, or the various degrees of mental flux that went with them. The rambling continued with the scrutiny of that wound, both with eyes and a careful touch, just to check the stitches and such, everything had to be exactly right or there would be even more hell to pay and somebody would, whoever had done a bad job at fixing Zeff. Lucky for that poor soul everything looked in order, but that malice still burned hellfire-hot in Pax’s gaze.

“I’m going to fucking peel his skin off, bit by bit,” Pax practically giggled, delighted with the idea actually, “It’s going to be so much fun, but messy…hmn…I’m going to need a big knife for that.” Trailing off, lost in some unhinged plan, Pax fell to mumbling and didn’t fully check back in mentally until a moment later. “Probably better to wait until I’m less drunk to do that, sharp knives and all.” The first moment of sanity in several scattered ones, yes, but that hardly meant that twitchy mood had broken, oh no.

Drawn back, almost standing, Pax stopped short half because those feet were just not steady at all and there was a moment of just looking at Zeff again. “Oh. Zeff, are you okay? I can murder Farid later. Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m not going to run off and just leave you here bleeding.”

Zeff fully the focus once more, distance between them closed with a quick motion back near and a just-so-sweet bout of fussing over the idea, fingers lifted to push the other demon’s dark hair away from those blue eyes, Pax went from killer rage to obsessive concern in less time than it took most people to catch their breath; quite a feat for someone still mildly drunk. Nothing like a fit of mental instability to sober a person up a little. “Does it hurt?” Of course it did, that was hardly a question. “I know you don’t like that the way I do. I’ll rip his lungs out tomorrow, I’ll take care of you tonight, whatever you want. You should have told me your were hurt.”

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"I'm sorry I just didn't want you to freak out like this. I had plans to handle Farid." Zeffer laughs. "Okay do not kill him and get sent back Pax." He whines. He pulls a bandage from his pocket and dresses the wound after Pax inspects it. "It does hurt. I hate pain. I'm more into anxiety." He pulls him close. "Cuddle me, maybe a kiss. Just make me smile."

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frostypina :

Pina didn’t expect herself to feel so bummed after the crush basket day, but she was feeling very down. She knew she was more than who had romantic feelings for her, but it would have been a nice little ego boost. Still, the big game was coming up in a few days, and she had arranged to have off that day, so she was looking forward to it. 

“You excited for the game Friday?” Pina asked to the person sitting next to her.

Zeffer frowns. He was wondering who sent him that damn crush basket. He knew it would cause chaos with Pax, and was wondering how he could hide it from them. “Game? Oh yeah. I may not go. I’ve never been to one, and my roommate probably won’t so I probably won’t.”

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pax-deimos:

And there was the floor, suddenly, and painfully, with that glass tossed off to the side but not before the water in it ended up half on the couch and half on the still rather intoxicated demon; Pax groaned and sat up, feeling the room spin and needing a moment to focus once more.

Right, it was a bruise, because bruises made people shriek like that; there was even the slightest hint of anything believable about the words and once the dizziness had passed Pax’s eyebrow shot up with some vague recollection of an earlier text conversation. 

“The fuck Zeff,” Oh no, that lie was far too easy to see through. “Really? You’re going to lie to me? Since when has that ever worked? What the hell happened?” Bits and parts were filtering through that foggy brain and when it hit, the realization, it was like a spike of clarity. Very bitter clarity. 

“I am going to murder that sleazy, gods-damned bastard,” the words were a vicious hiss and the intentions behind them were nothing short of absolute, drunk or not, Pax hardly ever joked about harming people when it was a very real threat. “Going to rip out his eyes and make him eat them,” and that was the least creative thing that came to mind right then, and certainly sounded practically gleeful in fact because now there was a justified reason to do so. Of course there was also Zeff there, miserable and hurt, which clicked into place a second later and Pax had to put aside plans to destroy Farid to make sure the other demon was in fact not going to die.

“What did he do? Bastard told me he stabbed you,” It was nothing short of amazing that there was any ability to move in that rattled brain of Pax’s but it happened, from sitting on the floor to suddenly on the couch, looming with concern…fairly demanding concern, but still. “Is it bad? Do I get to rip his face off? Please let me rip his face off. And, move, let me see so I know you’re okay.” Of course there was fabric in the way but that was not going to stop Pax’s demands. “Take your pants off.”

Zeffer was panicking. “How do you even know?” He was exasperated. “What do you mean he told you? Pax calm down? Are you okay? Did the glass break on you?” He watches him panicking and just keeps quiet. “Yeah he stabbed me in the leg. “I don’t care what you do to him.” Zeffer sighs and removes his pants carefully. There’s gauze covering the wound, and it’s not too bloody, but still bloody. “It was two days ago. I got it stitched up at the infirmary.” He takes the gause off, wincing. “It fucking hurts. I did get him with my bat. He threw the knife in my leg, when I went to pull it out he walked up and twisted it.”

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pax-deimos:

The undignified yelp that sounded with that whole being hauled up off that nice spot on the floor business was sharp and followed by a grumble, but the couch was comfortable enough really, it was just all the motion that was dizzying. “Urgh, you sound like my mom; that is not a good thing,” of course the attempt with the water was met with a lazy complaint even if the glass did end up not tossed back at Zeff. 

Really, it was sweet, probably; Zeff was weird like that but Pax was never one to dismiss the idea of wallowing in the attention of someone, especially when it was the attention of someone important.

Begrudgingly taking a sip, Pax stretched and shifted to get more comfortable with an eyebrow lifted at that flinch. “Eh? I’m not dead, see? Still breathing.” Then with a testing little prod again with one foot at that spot, highly suspicious about the matter whenever Zeff was trying to hide things…as though he really even could. “This has been my day, now what about you, huh?”

Zeffer laughs. “Just drink your water you cute person.” He plays with their hair, smiling at them. When they prodded at his wound he screamed and Pax was flipped off the couch. “FUCK!” He grabbed his leg and rubbed it. “Don’t touch that spot. It’s a ummm, it’s a bruise. Yeah that’s what it is.” He shrugs. “Just went to school.”

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brokcnmaddy:

“The crazy hair thing was fun enough - but some of these other things are more.. strange than anything else. I really don’t know if I’ll get involved in any of them unless I have to.”

“I got hair extensions and my roommate made fun of me.” He nods. “I DID send my roommate a crush basket but only because they love food, okay I have a crush on them but I will never say.” He sighs. “Okay that was off topic. I’m not sure if I’ll get involved either.”

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@pax-deimos

Zeffer rushes home to get to Pax, knowing they’re wasted. He gets through the door and finds them in the floor. “Pax love.” He picks them up and lays them on the couch. He fixes them water and gives it to them. “Hydrate yourself you silly person.” He kisses their cheek and sits down, pulling their feet to rest on his lap. He winces a little as their leg hits his stitches but he tries to hide it. “How was your day?”