Scott x Daken
His lips twist into a sneer as the bitter alcohol washed down his throat. He gagged at the bitter aftertaste, but quickly took another sip to hide his disgust from Daken. Then again, he couldn’t hide everything from Daken. Daken set down his mug and called for another refill. Which probably would be his fourth mug already.
Scott pushed the mug away from him and turned his attention to the plate of fries.
“So,” Daken began. “Care to talk?”
“I don’t know what to say,” Scott admitted, taking a couple of fries and shoving it in his mouth.
“Do you starve yourself?” Daken asked.
Scott shot Daken a confused look. “What makes you think that?” Scott question.
“You practically inhaled those fires,” he pointed out and motioned to the half empty plate.
Scott shrugged and made a note to himself to be more self-conscious next time. “They taste really good.”
Daken nodded. “So…” He takes a gulp from the mug, set down the mug and glanced over to Scott. “Are we going to my apartment after this?”
“It’s not yours,” Scott said.
“True, but it is mine now.”
Scott shook his head, wailing in disbelief that he actually he fell for a villain. He forces himself to drink the rest of the beer. He hoped it would help drink away his problems. “So is this going to be a common thing?”
“If you want it to be.”
He wasn’t entirely sure how he wanted to pursue this. He didn’t want it to be mainly a sexual realtionship, but it's a better option for him instead of being in a long-term relationship with a notable villain. Especially Wolverine’s son, but he couldn’t help and indulge himself in such devious pleasure.
“Would he find out?”
“Probably, but should we really care?”
“He can hurt you.”
“I’m not worried about that,” Daken said. He threw in a couple of bills on the table and stood up. “Ready?”
Scott hesitated. He knew it wasn’t right, but he’s so eager to go. Daken holds out his hand and flashes Scott a grin. Scott’s stomach began to stir and a blush crosses his face. Without wasting anymore time, he took Daken’s hand.
“Good, let’s go.”