[Sebastian Smythe]

Sebastian Edward Smythe. I lost count of my age a long time ago if I'm honest. 16. Member of the Dalton Academy Warblers. Better than you.

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               "Certainly does.” He replied in the same tone. He gave him a glance at the smile and arched his brow, with a look that said what are you up to? He knew that smile. He sneered lightly at the mention of his name, and shook his head lightly to himself, as Sebastian went on,  “Indeed, because you have always been the poster boy for reasonable, Felix.” He heard him as he went on and clenched his jaw.

“Even you can’t always get what you want now can you?” He smirked, to hide the tight feeling in his lungs. “I haven’t upped my kill count in quite a while, no interest in starting now for you. Goodbye, have a nice week, Sebastian.” He told him as he got out of there before he either punched him in the face or kissed the attitude out of him. Sebastian had a rare gift to make him feel irrelevant when he wanted to, and Hunter did not care for the feeling. Perhaps he’d just have to redouble his efforts to remind him he wasn’t the only one who had pursued him for the last millennia.

Sebastian almost flinched from hearing the name alone, obviously it shouldn't have been unexpected as he'd just pulled the same trick with Hunter, but that was a part of his past he actively tried to push away from his mind. "It's been so long since I had that name. I've changed since." He said, with a little shrug. "But... yes. I'll have you know I can be perfectly reasonable when context calls for it." He said, not stressing the fact that he did not feel like that applied to the current circumstances.

"I was doing a pretty good job at it before you randomly tried to stop me because... why again? You were bored or something?" He knew he probably wouldn't convince Hunter to just leave, but he also didn't want to give the other boy the satisfaction of openly showing just how much he got under his skin. He watched him walk away, and stood motionless for a long moment. Then, he simply sighed.

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  Hunter snorted at the grew more mature, “Sure, Bas.” He said simply, as he finished with his bag before resting against the desk to watch him. “The way you sidestep the subject at hand certainly highlights how mature you are now.” After all, his comment had had nothing to do with that. He taped his own bicep as he had his arms crossed and rolled eyes. “You want to lay claim on a whole continent? Perhaps we should work out a schedule, for how long should I steer clear? One century? Five? Is it just North America, or America as a whole? Or perhaps its the United States, in which case, does that put Alaska off limits?” He snarked, in a tired tone.

His jaw tightened when Sebastian insisted on calling him pathetic, and as he went on he sneered. “No, you’re not, to be rejected you’d have to actually want something. And when have you ever wanted something in your life? You don’t even know what that would be.” He retorted, the teeth of their last meaningful encounter a couple centuries ago biting into him. He pulled off the desk and grabbed his bag. “Well, I’ll truly have to see for myself then, what kind of mystical beast was enough for Sebastian Smythe. Are you sure the boy is a human? Maybe I’ll have a little taste to find out.” He smirked,  a brief gleam of fangs. “Enjoy your sexless week, Sebby.” He reached to pat his back as he moved towards the door to leave.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "It sounds like you don't believe me." He deadpanned. "Odd personal choice, but hey I could never stop you from making dumb mistakes." He continued, throwing the boy what was meant to be his most disarming smile. Since intimidation hadn't worked, perhaps he could flirt his way back into Hunter's good graces, as much as the thought made his skin crawl. "We're not the same boys we once were, Cicerus." He said, using the other's birth name for emphasis. Not missing a beat, he shrugged, as though conducting a business deal. "Look, you can have the whole of Europe." He offered. "That includes... back home. I figured you'd be one to care about such things." Sebastian hadn't visited that particular region in a long time, he didn't like to look back too much. "I'm trying to be reasonable here." He added.

"Look, you don't know me anymore alright? You haven't for at least a few centuries. The boy you once knew..." He paused. "Felix." He shook his head. "Just consider him dead, Hunt." He said. "I do want things though. Like cute boys to keep me warm at night or... for you to leave me the hell alone." He said, before he rolled his eyes. "You're awful." He continued. "Absolutely awful. But if you think your little order will stop me from getting laid... you're dreaming." He continued. "Go on and play with your food or something. If you drink our whole competition dead, is that a win by default?"

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     If Hunter could hear his thoughts, he’d have objections and like to point out that even when he didn’t come after Sebastian it wasn’t long before Sebastian came after him. Furthermore, even when both of them were keeping their distances, many times they’d be thrown together again, by whatever you’d like to call it, fate or what have you. That thing between them was like a giant wave growing in the ocean, always sudden, impossible to predict, never ending, and a lot of times, catastrophic. 

It was lucky he had a long time training in keeping his poker face, so when Sebastian accused him, he had no problems keeping the blasé expression on, as he continued to ruffle through his papers. “I’ve no idea what you mean, believe it or not, Sebastian, not everything in the world revolves around you. I like to lead with a strong hand if you recall.” He finished and closed his bag, before turning and resting against the desk, a smug look on his face as he watched the other. “I am many things, pathetic has never been one of them. We do, don’t we? We also have a lot of times to come up with lies. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel about the boy? I’ve heard you were his fiercest champion.”

Sebastian was quickly growing exasperated. Over the decades and centuries, he'd gotten used to dealing with Hunter, but every time they spent a sizable amount of time apart, he simply tried to move on. It never worked and life - or Hunter himself - managed to force the other male back into his circle, as though they were bound together by some greater power. "I think I just moved on. Grew more mature." He said. "Outgrew you." He concluded, knowing he was laying it on a little thick, but if he wished for his argument to work he simply could not afford to half-ass it. "I just wish you'd leave me alone. We have an entire planet, we don't even need to be on the same continent." He stressed. "Hell, I'm not even trying to make you go hang out with a bunch of penguins, as hilarious as that would be." He shook his head. "I bet to differ. You've been pathetic many, many times." He assured. "What do you want to know Hunt?" He asked. "I wanted him. Feelings weren't mutual. And although I'm not used to rejection I wasn't about to force him into anything. He's enjoying what is sure to be a short-lived relationship with someone who manages to be even more annoying than you."

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Hunter smirked. “From what I heard, I assumed you had a better sense of humor. Trust me. I know all about conservative.” He quirked an eyebrow, then scoffed, “I lost it? Interesting take.” He rebuffed in their low tone, before distributing the list he had crafted around. He smiled at his remark, giving the boys a look that dared them to say Hunter wasn’t a top standard for anyone.

He heard him sigh, then pressed his eyebrows and lips into a line, only slightly, but enough for Sebastian to probably notice, as he talked. He didn’t know how much he believed that. Their shared friend had said she’d never seen him like that with anyone before, much less a common human boy. She had also said he’d been devastated afterwards, and so Hunter had come to see that for himself. Perhaps part from an old concept of ownership, part curiosity, and part because despite everything, maybe he still cared for Sebastian some. Not that he wanted to give that much thought. There were protests at his words, and Hunter looked at the others as they all spoke more or less at once, some remarks reaching him such as He did it for love! and Blaine is fanstastic! He hummed.

“Maybe then I ought to see for myself. I’ll take care of it. You are all dismissed for now. I’ll see you all on Saturday. And gentlemen?” He stopped them, looking over his shoulder as he had been gathering his own things, “I’d advise you to keep your strengths up, I will require all of your energy during practice from now on.” There were murmurs of both acquiescing and complaint, but Hunter ignored them as he finished putting everything back in his messenger bag. He wondered if Sebastian would leave with the others or if he’d come for him now that they would be left alone.

Sebastian found himself rolling his eyes once again. Hunter always did this, waltzing in and out of his life, acting as though spending a few decades apart couldn't possibly change either of them. It was true, of course, that for their kind, decades could be equated to weeks, perhaps, but people changed over time, no matter how long they lived. That shouldn't have been so shocking. Hunter, too, had changed. It was the main reason why they kept walking away from one another after all.

"It's your funeral." He commented nonchalantly. Once again, he found himself sticking back once the other boys had vacated the room. It wasn't that he particularly wanted to talk to Hunter all that much, but there was truly only so much that could be said through the use of coded language, no matter how clever it might be. Solitude afforded them the chance to be open and honest... or at least, the ability to lie as much as they pleased without having to pretend to be teenagers, who hadn't lived through decades and decades' worth of experience. "Seriously?" He asked, as he tilted his head to the side. "That last comment was totally an attempt at convincing them to stop having sex with me huh?" He chuckled. "You're pathetic Hunter." He declared. "Why do you even care about show choir?" He asked. "If you want to attempt to deal with Blaine Anderson go right ahead... you're wasting your time. You know, that's part of the prbolem. We're pretty much the embodiment of having too much time on our hands."

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       Hunter could almost smell the irritation in the other, and it was profoundly satisfying. He smirked sideways at Sebastian’s commentary, and pretended to recount the copies of the musics list, as he answered, “From what I hear, your legs have an impressive spread. Perhaps we should include splits in our routine.” He mocked. He squeezed his shoulder a little harder than he had to, whispering to him, in a tone only their kind would be able to hear, “I look forwards to watching you dance for me, Bast,” before he let go and moved on to distributing papers to the boys. 

Hunter’s eyes glinted, but he kept his expression deadpan as he checked some things off of his notebook, “If one of those questions is if you can sleep your way into my graces, the answer is no.” He tapped the pen on it and cleared his throat. “Alright, last piece of business, and then I will be dismissing you until Saturday morning, to allow you time to prepare. Who here can tell me what is deal with Blaine Anderson, and why he isn’t in this team or school any longer?” 

He avoided looking at Sebastian as he stared at them, waiting for an answer. There was a general moment of silence, and then several of them began to speak at once, singing praises, offering explanations and excitedly asking if he had plans to get him back. “I see. That depends. Should I try to scout him, Sebastian?” He looked at him finally, with a penetrating gaze. “As a former captain, of course, what is your opinion on this?”

Sebastian honestly didn't bother to hide his annoyance any longer. It wasn't letting Hunter win at this point it was merely stating the obvious, they both knew full well the other male could get under his skin if he played his cards carefully, this wasn't shocking. "I'm not sure judges would appreciate splits, they tend to be older and more conservative." He offered, as seriously as he could, before scoffing away the other's remark. "You wish. You lost that privilege centuries ago." He informed him, before he barely glanced at the paper.

"God no. I have standards." He responded, which caused a few of the other boys to chuckle awkwardly. He gave a sigh at the mention of Blaine. The boy was one of the rare instances where Sebastian hadn't managed to get what he wanted. A sore spot on his resume, if you will. "Well... there's no denying Blaine is talented. But he ditched us once, and there's no guarantee he wouldn't do it again, even if we managed to bring him back here. People are only as good as their word, and Anderson's shown himself to not be loyal, if he's ready to ditch Dalton for the first not-even-cute twink he encounters."

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                                            “I’m Hunter Clarington, I’ve been transferred in from Colorado Military Academy in Colorado Springs, where I was the captain of my glee team, which I took to a Regional’s victory with presidential honors.” Hunter said it all in one breath as he entered the room and strolled through the gathering of boys towards the fireplace. Where he stopped and turned to them, setting his folder down on the desk with a smirk. “I am now your captain, and I look forward to shaping you all up from potentials to winners.” He rose an eyebrow at them, purposefully looking at every boy present but Sebastian. 

“Now that introductions are out of the way, I believe it’s time to get down to business. I will be expecting each and every single one of you to re-audition for me.” Hunter glanced around, seeing some squirm and open their mouths to protest, though initially no one actually did. It was his first Warbler meeting and despite their shock he considered this to be going very well. He smiled. “After all, a team is only as strong as its weakest member, and I can’t possibly know what I’m dealing with until I’ve assessed you all separately. Secondly, I have watched all of your… Interesting competition tapes, and though there seems to have been some progress made, it is very clearly not enough. From now on, no more standing about, nor doing weak routines. No cutting corners. We will combine your vocal strength with a new regimen of choreography to truly push you to the top. Sebastian.”    

Hunter looked at him sideways, half of his attention on the files he was going through. “I trust from what I’ve seen that you could take care of that? I would need to give input, of course, but it does seem these boys could barely move before you showed up.” His tone was encouraging, like a benevolent leader but the spark in his eyes showed something more. He’d be very pleased to have more alone time and excuses to boss Sebastian around. He walked to him and clapped his shoulder. “Congratulations, you’d have to prove it of course, but you may also audition for that role, so that would make your little show for me twofold.” He smirked and pushed a paper into his hands, “You may choose from this list - As may all of you.” He addressed the boys then, as he walked around handing out copies of the list of approved songs. 

“Questions?”

As Hunter went on and on, Sebastian found the desire to roll his eyes increasingly hard to suppress. He knew he couldn't possibly get away with it, with that many Warblers around - even if he liked to hope most of them were still loyal to him - he was bound to be seen doing so. Still, he wasn't sure how to feel about his former lover turning out out of the blue in order to... play with what he'd built for his own entertainment? Hunter's motivations were still annoyingly vague too. He'd try his best to put his best foot forward and be the model student he had established himself to be, but he'd be lying if he said Hunter didn't manage to get right under his skin.

Was he going to try to cut him? Sebastian knew he had the talent for this team, of course, but the whole re-auditioning business might just be Hunter looking for an excuse to get him thrown out of the Warblers, the team he'd himself opened a few decades back. The boy had some balls on him, he had to admit. He crossed his arms over his chest, when he was literally called out. "I've been... helping them stretch their legs, that much is true." He commented, grinning at his own pun.

Smirking as he tilted his head to the side, the boy chuckled. "Several, actually." He began. "But I'll be polite enough to keep most of them to myself."

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[youthfulsmythe]

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Back in the day is surely a way to speak about a millennia. I thought you were forever youthful and unconcerned with pesky things such as age and maturity? Gotta pick one, Bast.

I’m a cat person, have been since Egypt. Cats don’t follow people, they are followed and adored. 

Not taking your word for it. You know what happens if you draw too much attention to yourself, don’t you? One would think you’d know better. The one at the center for your mess. I’d like to meet such a mythical beast.

The fact that I’ve stopped counting my age doesn’t mean I don’t remember stuff. Especially when you turn up every other decade or so to make my life hell then disappear back into whatever hole you crawled out of. Why don’t you go bother Sarah some more Hunt?

... Your horrid creature just left the room, why don’t you follow it out of my sight?

I’ve been keeping quiet, Hunt. The only reputation I have is a teenage heartthrob who’s excellent at show choir.

... Yeah, I don’t get what you’re saying. At all.

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Feeding can be pleasurable, if you recall. You’ve tasted my blood before, and it was not because you disliked me. I wouldn’t be surprised if you wished to, again.

I’ve known I’m superior to most people since before I was turned. 

I told you. *raises eyebrow* Sarah told me what a mess you were, and I wanted to check it for myself. Perhaps I will, after I meet the little human.

Back in the day I used to like you, I’ll admit that. It is, however, what you could consider a youthful mistake.

Funny, I remember you following me around like a little lost puppy but... I guess you’re gonna deny that ever happened.

Yeah well I’m doing just fine, I promise. What little human?

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Denial. Not particularly original. Hunter is a perfectly classic, regal name.  And aren’t they? Again with the denial. They ARE our pray, Bast, we wouldn’t survive without feeding from them.  

Right… Your legacy. I think your legacy could use a broad oil painting of this face hanging on the walls for all future generations to come. 

I have no idea what you mean, but as I’ve said, go on. You’re dismissed.

Like I said, I’m perfectly fine choosing who I feed upon. Mostly people I don’t like. You’d probably make the list right now if you were human.

Man, age really has turned you into a narcissist with delusions of self-importance.

Why did you come here really? To gloat? You’ve done so. You can leave now.

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Just people. You’ve always been so shortsighted. It’s going up to 1,700.

*Scoffs* I’m sure they are. We’ll see how long it takes, until you’re bored. 

So cliche of you. I have several uses for women and men. Which is why I live a happier life. Got to your threesome then. I’ve got to get settled anyways. Lots to do in the morning. Boys to command. Trophies to win. 

Listen, I don’t care. Whatever my age is, I look good for it. And I’m sure as hell not gonna put enough candles on a cake for it to matter. Besides, we keep faking our own deaths and taking up new names every so often... I’m surprised you’re still going by Hunter. A bit on the nose, isn’t it? Still seeing humans as prey?

You’re absolutely ridiculous. And if you think I’m gonna let you step all over my legacy, I guess I’ll need to remind you my great grandfather set up this school.

... Yes, that means it was me, of course.

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[youthfulsmythe]

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Are you that old that you forget demonic spirits existed long before Christianity claimed them? And how would you describe us? Benevolent gods? Bestowing our grace upon humans?

Loyalty, you always had a little trouble with that. Can you even recognize it? I shall have fun watching you try. If you don’t end up in my bed first.

I should be the one saying that. Karma comes around eventually, Bast. If we learned anything… Are you munching on these poor fools as well?

Just... people. We’re just people, Hunter. Our age doesn’t matter. To tell you the truth, I’ve stopped counting long ago.

Your bed? No thanks. Been there, do that. Besides, I had a threesome penciled in for tonight with these 2 cuties named Jeff and Nick. Much better than you ever were, I must say.

I’m not. I don’t like to play with my food. Feeding me is what the sister school is for. I have no use for girls.

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I suppose I’ll just have to see for myself, which is why I’m here. I think you’re confusing me for you, again. You see, Seb, it’s okay, not all demonic creatures were created alike. 

Correction, you had a harem. And I’ll bet I can keep them in line and much better shape without needing to sleep with the food. Right. I forget you lived paycheck to paycheck until fifty years ago.

*Smirk* I always look good, Bast. 

I take it I’ll see you bright and early for practice, tomorrow?

“Demonic creatures” Did you get drunk on Christianity during the middle ages or something? That’s such an unflattering way of thinking about us. Although the moniker does fit you, if not me.

Please, just because you showed up, they’re not gonna leave my bed. You may be the new captain now but the boys are still loyal to me. I’m gonna have fun running you out of town, honestly.

Don’t think you can show up on my territory and demand anything from me. Especially considering what happened last time we crossed paths.

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I’ve always enjoyed when you put up a fight, even when they were pretense ones. 

Mhm. Sarah said so many curious things, like that apparently you fell in love with some goody two shoes boy and proceeded to maim him. I wanted to see for myself… Never picked you for the lovesick puppy type. 

Oh, really? Over me? I seem to remember you very eager to do just that, quite a few times over the millennia. Specially back in Rome.

Your first mistake was listening to Sarah. Your second was believing anything she said. I thought you’d learned your lesson there, Hunter. But see I tend to forget that you head is like, 25% dead air, leaving very little space for your brain.

And I’m not in love with a boy singular. I’ve got a harem of them letting me fuck them so they can get solos and what have you. Besides, with my investments from 50 years ago, I’ve got enough money put aside to be their sugar daddy for life.

That was a different time. I can’t help it if you looked good in toga.

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I’m not here to join, was never much of a follower. I’m here to take over. 

*He rose an eyebrow* Haven’t you heard? The dean went hunting for a new captain. *he opened his hands in a ‘here it is’ motion.* I always did prefer to be on top.

It’s good to have dreams. Even when they’re clearly unrealistic and never going to happen. Keep on dreaming.

Oh I heard. Just didn’t think they would be desperate enough to drag you out of whatever hole you crawled out from. Seriously, isn’t this planet big enough for the two of us to co-exist without having to bump into each other regularly?

But if you want to declare war, you’ll find out I’m not going to just bend over and take it. That’s never, ever, been my style.

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                                    Haven’t we? Tsk. Had to hear it all the way from Russia. I think you’re losing your touch, Bast… And one would think a harem of boys is your expertise. Are we getting rusty? Too old? You’re definitely too old to be reprising the twink role once again. Not to worry, darling, I’ll fix everything.

Please, I have everything under control here. I mean, I had until you showed up. But it’s really not too late for you to go back into whatever hole you crawled out from...

Because if you’re here to join my harem, the answer’s no.