dexdark snippets
Dexter sputters. "I-I do not like you, Mandark," he exclaims, crossing his arms.
Mandark scoffs and walks over to him, invades his personal bubble like its his laboratory. He puts a hand against the wall and corners him. "Liking me and wanting to fuck my brains out are two very different things, Dex." He says, smirk plastered on his face.
Dexter backs up against the wall, trying to put as much distance between himself and Mandark as possible. It's slight, but there's a faint quiver in his shoulders as they press against the wall. From the way Mandark's gazing down at him, it feels like he's keenly aware of every minuscule vibration, down to the last atom.
"There are no brains to - " Dexter starts to retort, but falters, "....to do such a thing to. A-anyway, please leave. I have much work to do, and we are at war here."
"Do you mean the Fusion War, or the war you're currently at with your own feelings?" Mandark asks, leaning in close. His breath tickles over Dexter's ear. "Because you're losing both. Badly."
"Mandark," Dexter has a steely edge to his voice, but there's a flush on his cheeks, "Get. Out."
Before Mandark can pull together another dirty pun about how clearly Dexter wants him to get in to something, Dexter reaches a gloved hand out and shoves him backwards. Its enough to make Mandark stumble, and by the time he catches himself, Dexter has already turned and is striding through the double doors of the atrium. He doesn't even look back as he steps through. The doors slide shut behind him with a faint hiss. Almost immediately, the indicator light at the top blinks red. Dexter's literally locked himself into his laboratory.
Undeterred, Mandark smirks up at the security camera, seeing himself reflected in the spherical glass. "I'll be in my lab, if you want me." Mandark says, before turning heel and walking away.
