Stealing The Moonlight [SEBBY]

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   It was Christmas already, right? Kind of. It was December, anyway, so yes it was definitely Christmas in Brent's mind. He'd 'borrowed' some of Sebastian's money so he could go out and buy a load of Christmassy clothing for himself as well as the ingredients needed to make a chicken korma. He was going to get lots of Christmas decorations to go up around the flat too but decided to leave that for another day as he'd have to carry it all home. Brent couldn't be bothered with that. Also, he'd got some free Christmas CD full of all the best classic songs out of the newspaper which he was listening to while he cooked. Currently, Brent was singing along to Cee Lo Green's version of White Christmas and was pretty much drowning it out by singing along at the top of his lungs. He hoped the neighbours didn't mind... Brent knew that he apparently had a voice that wasn't actually that bad so, hey, they should be happy! They got free entertainment. Well, about ten minutes ago they would've heard Brent screeching and cursing after he'd practically cut his thumb off when attempting to cut up chicken breasts which they -hopefully- didn't enjoy. To his credit, after a minor freak out, Brent was now continuing to cook. He'd kind of gotten blood everywhere that needed cleaning up but... he'd sort it later. Or something. Possibly. He was proud of himself for not just giving up already. Which might've been because he wanted to show Sebastian he wasn't completely useless. Brent was attempting to stir fry the chicken and marinade like the book told him to but it was kind of gross because his wooden spoon was covered in his own blood and it wasn't nice to have to touch it which meant that he wasn't holding it properly and therefore everything in the saucepan was starting to stick and burn. Brent's glasses were steaming up too, which made everything about 398% more difficult. Maybe he should've just stuck with tacos. [/style]   TAG: Sebbykins NOTES: ...I just... *facepalms* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian smiled as he closed the door to Brent's apartment. He'd had a good day; recently, he'd picked up his wallet from where he'd hidden it. He'd just been out to buy Brent his Christmas present. He hid the gift and smiled to himself as he listened in to Brent's wonderful, loud of White Christmas. Despite the fact that the singing was ever so sightly out of tune, Sebastian still felt that it was perfect. He loved Brent's singing, although he was rather certain that the neighbours weren't as keen on it as he was. There'd been several curses audible within the last few days from them, telling Brent to shut up. He never did, though.

He slowly headed toward the kitchen. Slightly worrying smells emanated from the room, but Sebastian wasn't that concerned. Things tended to go wrong when Brent cooked, he'd been warned of that. It was the thought that counted, though, right? He glanced in, and was slightly more than alarmed. There was blood over everything. The worktops had drops of blood over them, the chopping boards, also. In the middle of the blood-covered chaos, however, was Brent, seeming to be oblivious to all the mess. He was violently stirring a pot of what was probably supposed to be resembling chicken korma. It certainly didn't, though. Sebastian wondered if Brent was aware quite what a mess he had made; the younger man's glasses were so steamed up it would have been a miracle if he was able to see a thing.

Switching off the CD player, Sebastian said, "Er, Brent, what is quite going on? You seem to have been... busy." One thing was for certain; if chicken korma was going to be made, it'd have to be made again. Brent's attempt was definitely not edible.Oh well, Sebastian thought inwardly. ...Like I said, it's the thought that counts.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Brent had been too preoccupied with his fail-curry to even notice Sebastian enter the kitchen. He hadn't even heard him come through the front door thanks to how loud the young sprite had been singing. Brent didn't suppose that it particularly mattered though. Thankfully Brent didn't finally stop singing when his flatmate turned his CD player off which meant he had one less thing to concentrate on; that was probably a good thing. But, at the same time, now he had to try and not get distracted by Sebastian's presence which was actually a lot easier said than done. "I'm cooking." Brent smiled brightly, his smile maybe a little bit forced. Cooks did not smile, they just... cooked and swore at people. Like Gordon Ramsay. Hang on, no, Brent was definitely not going to go around comparing himself to that guy. He was better than him. "But it's kind of not going as well as I hoped it would." the man forced himself to admit that, no, he was not actually perfect. Despite what he believed other people thought about him. In defeat, Brent turned off the hob and threw the bloody spoon into the saucepan with a little more force than necessary. With an overly-dramatic sigh, Brent turned around to face Sebastian. "There's some pizza in the freezer. I hope." he commented as he removed his glasses and wiped them on his new Christmas pudding jumper. He was totally not sulking now. [/style]   TAG: Sebbykins NOTES: ...I just... *facepalms* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian could tell that Brent was sad about not being able to cook. He saw right through the forced smile and could tell by the far-too-loud noise the spoon made when it hit the pan that far too much force had been put behind the throw. Despite the fact that Sebastian would have been happy with pizza, himself, he wanted to make Brent happy. Placing a hand on each of the younger man's shoulders, he said, "No, we're not just going to have pizza, okay? You wanted to make food, so we shall make food. I'm sure we have enough ingredients for one more go, yes?"

Expertly, he washed the bloody chopping boards, knives, and spoons necessary for making the meal before setting them out once more. "In fact, I am certain that we do. I found some other chicken breasts yesterday that we will be able to use." Getting the said chicken out of the packet, he chopped one of the pieces deftly into smaller pieces. "Now, it is your turn." He gestured to Brent. "Cut slowly." Smiling, he said, "Don't worry. I'll be there to help you, should you need assistance."

He wouldn't just let Brent sit there and mope. No, if he wished to make a chicken korma, then he would.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Not expecting the sudden contact, Brent's head snapped up quickly when Sebastian put his hands on each of Brent's shoulders and told him that both of them were going to attempt the korma again. Oh... he really hadn't been expecting that. But hopefully, with Sebastian's help, Brent wouldn't completely cock it up this time. Honestly, he still believed that was rather likely. Brent and cooking didn't go together especially well, something he'd always known but had wanted to change. Cooking was a hobby of Brent's, but one he had no talent for whatsoever which put him off it a little, understandably. "Uh, okay. That'd be awesome." His smile was genuine this time. So, Brent stayed out of the way and allowed Sebastian to clear up while he finished fiddling around with his glasses before finally putting them back on. Finally, he could see again! And the kitchen was a lot cleaner now too, which was a great relief. Brent just remained unusually quiet as he watched Sebastian show him how to cut up the chicken breast properly. Although he was quiet, Brent was still as restless as ever and ended up impatiently bouncing from foot to foot. He hated standing around, it was impossible. Brent always had to be doing something. When he was told that it was his turn, after what seemed like forever, Brent walked over to the counter so he was stood right beside Sebastian. Other things that didn't go well with Brent were knives and the world slowly. The three of them combined was just... not going to happen however hard he tried. "M'kay... but I don't like how you make this look so easy. 'S not fair." he pouted as he took the knife from the shape shifter. And, as part of Brent's mind had already predicted, it wasn't long at all before he cut himself again due to his inability to actually cut the chicken neither slowly or with any degree of control. It cut him in almost the same place as last time. Brent didn't scream this time though, he just made a slightly panicked whingey sort of sound instead. "I can't do it!" Brent snapped, his level of frustration peaking as he got closer to just giving up. He just wrapped his bleeding finger in his jumper, rolling it up a little. At the moment, Brent didn't care that he was getting blood on it, surely it would wash out. [/style]   TAG: Sebbykins NOTES: ...I just... *facepalms* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian winced inwardly as Brent sliced his finger once more. He'd been pretty sure from the way the sprite had been hopping from foot to foot he was finding it hard to concentrate, but Sebastian had hoped he'd have gleaned some sort of information from the demonstration, at least. Apparently not, however. As the knife sliced the same finger- in almost the same precise spot, as well- the shapeshifter couldn't help but wonder whether or not he should have just said yes to the easier option of an oven pizza.

He glanced at the mutilated chicken breast on the board. However he looked at it, there was so way it could be saved. Looking back at Brent, he sighed. "We've got one chicken breast left, okay?" He said. "We will have a chicken korma by the end of the night, I swear to you that we will." He untangled Brent's bleeding finger from the new jumper- it was never something he'd wear himself, but suited the young fire sprite perfectly. There was a slight blood stain, but would hopefully wash out.

Sebastian wrapped the finger in a plaster he'd found earlier, washing the wound out first- it was a basic health precaution. Retrieving the last chicken breast from the packet, he set it down on another board. He returned to Brent keeping a grip on the other man's hands.. "Have one more attempt, for me. Now you go to that board, and you start cutting up that chicken." Still holding the other man's hands, he practically dragged him back to the counter.

He nodded at the knife. "Have one more try, for my sake. I am aware you may be reluctant for my assistance, but I'm going to help you, nevertheless." However, if he was going to be helping, he hoped he would start focusing. He was ever so slightly distracted by how close he was to Brent. He'd have to be careful, otherwise he'd end up chopping off Brent's hand. Which probably didn't count as helping.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Even after Brent had cut himself again, Sebastian was still adamant that they were going to make the curry. Seriously, Brent would be very much okay with settling with the pizza by now after he'd cut himself twice already. If it happened another time, then he swore he was never touching a single knife again. Those things seemed to have it in for him. Of course, knives liked Sebastian though, it just wasn't fair. "Fine." Brent grudgingly agreed. He let Sebastian sort out his finger without fussing too much. He was inwardly cooing over how cute it was the Sebastian had actually fixed up his finger and was now holding his hands. Gosh. Brent shouldn't care about it as much as he did but... he couldn't help it. "I don't like you." Brent complained weakly, but allowed himself to be dragged back over to the counter. Automatically, Brent found himself glaring at the knife but, hey, Sebastian would hopefully stop him from doing anything else idiotic. Even if having him within such a close proximity, with the older man's hands covering his own, was really very distracting for Brent. He'd survive... possibly. "Alright.. so.. uh.." Brent picked up the knife, anxious that he was going to end up hurting himself again because it was actually really painful. Helplessly, he looked up at Sebastian and tried not to get distracted further by how very close they were to each other. "I'm too young and pretty to die." he ended up whining for the thousandth time since he'd started cooking his curry instead of doing anything productive. [/style]   TAG: Sebbykins NOTES: ...I just... *facepalms* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian let out a brief, breathy laugh. "I am certain, Brent, that you will not die. That is something I do not doubt, okay?" You're certainly right when you say you're too pretty to die, the shapeshifter thought. He made Brent's hands curl around the knife, and practically cut the chicken himself. He was chopping in silence; a minor task such as this wouldn't normally take as much attention, but with Brent so close... well, he didn't want to risk cutting him.

Before too long, the chicken was cut. Sebastian finally removed his hands from Brent's and backed away. He took a shaky breath; he was finally able to breathe normally again. He'd somehow managed not to slice Brent's hands off, which was a relief. That wouldn't have been a very friendly thing to do. "See, Brent? You've managed to do it. All that it took was a little assistance." He grinned, then thought that it was a bit strange to smile about cutting chicken, and stopped.

"Right, well now...." Sebastian racked his brains for the recipe. "We just have to make the sauce now. Which can be done in the blender." Before he changed his mind, he hugged Brent very quickly. "I'm certain the korma will be ready before we know it!"

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Brent felt a little twitchier than usual and the fact that he was now partly in control of a knife was not helping at all. Luckily, Sebastian was mostly in control of the knife at the moment so hopefully neither of them were going to die. But if they were, Brent thought that it would probably be both of them that would end up getting injured. As long as it wasn't him for a third time, then Brent was perfectly happy. Not that Sebastian getting cut was going to be anything good at all. He even managed to keep quiet while Sebastian helped cut the chicken but basically just did it all himself so 'helped' probably wasn't the best word to use. Brent assumed that the Italian just needed silence in order to concentrate or something. That made sense. He got that. Soon, the chicken breast was all cut up in what Brent presumed to be the correct way and Sebastian moved away. And Brent was most definitely not inwardly sulking about that. It was extremely tempting just to pull the other man back over to him again, he didn't though. Just about. Brent just managed to shuffle back over to him. They weren't as close as before but, meh, it was better than nothing he supposed. "Yeaaah... just a little." Brent snickered, elbowing Sebastian in the ribs as he spoke. Sebastian said something about blenders and sauce or something. Truthfully, Brent wasn't entirely listening. That wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him. Oh, and then he was hugged. Sebastian even smelt all nice and expensive and Brent kind of liked that a lot. And that hug had been way too quick. So... Brent kind of flung himself at the shape shifter, clinging to him tightly in a way that possibly resembled a monkey. Smiling, Brent nuzzled into Sebastian's neck and murmured, "I like you. I'm glad you're my puppy, Sebbykins." [/style]   TAG: Sebbykins NOTES: ...I just... *facepalms* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

It was far too hard to think anything that actually made sense, with Brent nuzzling Sebastian's neck. Not that the shapeshifter was complaining- in fact, it was adorable. Brent smelled so nice- not really like anything else he could think of, just like Brent. Which was fine.

Of course, it relieved Sebastian that Brent liked him, but from the way sprite he was hugging him, he could've guessed that. Any tighter, and the older man would have found it hard breathing. As it was, however, it was perfectly comfortable. In fact, just perfect would suffice. Smiling at the air, he said softly, "I'm glad I'm your puppy, Brent." He slowly stroked Brent's hair, while not sure whether the fire sprite minded or not. When he heard no sounds of complaint, he continued.

While he was perfectly content standing in the middle of the kitchen, hugging a far-too-attractive-to-be-fair man, Sebastian was also hungry. And there was a half-finished meal on the counter, that needed to be cooked. Reluctantly, he tried to move his head away from Brent's, but not that successfully. "Excuse me, Brent." He murmured. "I don't mean to sound rude, but the meal does need finishing...." Goodness, it was far too tempting just to stand there for ever, hugging. It was just so... nice.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Sebastian was way too snuggley, clingy-onto-y and just generally asdfghjkl-y for his own good. It wasn't Brent's fault that he'd involuntarily jumped at the Italian and started clinging to him and being all affectionate and nuzzley. Nyeh, so maybe it was a tiny little bit but Sebastian didn't seem to mind anyway. Brent was even forcing himself from doing anything he thought the other man would deem as 'inappropriate'. He deserved a fucking medal for this. He let out a small squeak when Sebastian stroked his hair simply because... there were too many adorable feels inside him right now, a positively ridiculous amount. Which was probably what he was going to blame for moving his head and pressing a gentle kiss to Sebastian's cheek. In a 'friendly' way though. Of course. Yes. Most definitely. "No it doesn't." he whined quietly, this time nuzzling Sebastian's cheek. He clung onto the other man just a little bit tighter, wrapping an arm around his waist. So what if Brent wasn't being fair? "I'm more important than food." the sprite whispered, his lips brushing against Sebastian's skin as he spoke. No. Okay. He really wasn't being fair. [/style]   TAG: Sebbykins NOTES: ...I just... *facepalms* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

The casual kiss Brent pressed to Sebastian's cheek made far too inappropriate thoughts swirl in his mind. Of course, now Brent had moved his head, his neck was now visible. As a sort of revenge, Sebastian placed a kiss there, before resting his head on the fire sprite's shoulder.

As Brent drew Sebastian even closer- somehow, it was possible- his heart fluttered, despite his attempts to stop it. He was Brent's dog, for goodness' sake, surely this wasn't appropriate- he really, really wanted it to be, though.

"Of course you are." The shapeshifter's lips just grazed the jaw of the younger man. He placed his hands on Brent's. "Unfortunately, I really am hungry." With great effort- he couldn't have hid the reluctance on his face if he'd tried- he removed Brent's hands from his waist. The fire sprite was being far too unfair, and Sebastian's brain seemed to have forgotten the art of thinking clearly. Despite how tempting it was, he didn't want to do anything rash.

He couldn't bring himself to drop the sprite's hands, but said, "So, rather, the food does need to be cooked. Believe me, you won't regret letting me finish it." He tried his best to hide the disappointment on his face, but had a feeling he didn't succeed. All he wanted to do was stand there with Brent; he could do that all day. But that wouldn't be productive, really.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Asdfghjkl. Brent was trying hard not to let out another squeak/squeal type thing as Sebastian went and kissed his neck in return. Just... hjdkhfjkasldskd, that had caught him by surprise. Brent's head was in major keysmash mode now. He deliberated over kissing Sebastian again but... Brent didn't know if he should really push his luck more than he had done already. The last thing he wanted to do was scare off Sebastian. Yup, but, now Brent was kind of thinking that this was very possibly flirting. Like, really bad flirting that was more than very possibly happening. Gosh. He was flirting with his dog. This was really... a new experience. Well, obviously, none of Brent's pets had ever turned into attractive men before. It wasn't like it was a common occurrence. He was hoping he wouldn't just have to live with savouring the memory of how close he was with the shape shifter right now. Because Brent, of course, was having trouble deciphering what any of this actually meant. Brent saw the disappointment there, right in Sebastian's eyes when he took Brent hands from his waist. He was pretty sure his own face mirrored it too, in fact, Brent's unhappiness was probably a lot easier to spot since he wasn't going as far as to bother covering it up. Look who wasn't being fair now. "...Okay." Brent sighed. No, he wasn't being melodramatic here at all. Brent was practically sulking again as he pulled his hands away from Sebastian's and folded his arms over his chest. Pouting, he glanced up at the other man, waiting for him to do something. [/style]   TAG: Sebbykins NOTES: ...I just... *facepalms* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian felt terrible as he saw Brent's disappointed look. That man was far too attractive. Seeing him with sad eyes wasn't a sight Sebastian particularly liked seeing. Disappointment didn't suit Brent. When Brent pulled his hands away, the shapeshifter felt full of sorrow; far more than was necessary, to be precise. "Brent... I-I..." he faltered, before silencing. His brain still seemed to be incapable of thought.

The older man placed a hand on Brent's shoulder briefly, before removing it. He had no idea how upset Brent was with him, but if his expression was anything to go by, very upset. However, the young sprite was known for overreacting, and Sebastian hoped that was the case now. He didn't want to make Brent sad. At all.

He could think of only one way to change this situation, and he wasn't even sure if it would work. Sebastian didn't have a clue whether or not Brent was ticklish; he hoped so, as it would certainly affect the fire sprite's mood- hopefully for the better. He poked Brent in the stomach, before smiling angelically and turning back to the chicken. "Now, Brent, leave me in peace. I have a meal to complete." Looking back over his shoulder, he said, "You can put the chilli powder in, if you want to."

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Oops, so maybe Brent was a bit of terrible, overreacting sulk but oh well. He did feel bad for seemingly troubling Sebastian more which had partly been his intention although he found himself regretting that by this point. Biting his lip, Brent glanced at the hand on his shoulder and considered just putting up with this pretty pointless façade. However, he found that Sebastian ended up helping with that himself when he poked Brent in the stomach, much like Brent had done to him a few days ago now. And Brent was just as ticklish and he knew Sebastian was, if not, then he was worse. "Nooo!" he squealishly-giggled as a result of the poke. Brent's hand went to his stomach immediately, it was almost like a sort of muscle spasm. He found that he had very little control over his limbs whilst being tickled, which did have some hilarious results sometimes. And, however tempting it was to be put in charge of the chilli powder, Brent was fed up with cooking for a little while. His hand hurt. "Nah, I need to rest my hand." he shrugged, mock-glaring at Sebastian for tickling at him before marching out of the kitchen and belly-flopping onto the living room sofa. Now, Brent was going to try not to fall asleep but he swore that he had to be mildly narcoleptic or something because sleep usually came far too easily to him whenever he got comfy. Regardless the time of day. But, whatever, what harm would a little nap do? ...Brent didn't bother stopping himself from drifting off. [/style]   TAG: Sebbykins NOTES: ...I just... *facepalms* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp