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tell me something, something that can move me

Shane was slowly getting used to the fact that he had finally moved out of his house and into the big world of adulthood. Sure, he lived with Xan, so 'adulthood' was a big word if you looked at the two of them, but it wasn't as if his mom was still there. Because she wasn't and Shane was perfectly contented with that. Finally. Ofcourse it had been hard, since he was italian after all, and his familia meant everything to him. and he was a lazy bastard so he had been dreading the moment to move out for soooooooooo long, but he had to admit that now he had finally been persuaded to take the step (and sure, kinky sunday morning games had helped a lot with that), Shane pretty much liked living on his own, even if it meant watching his own money, making his own food (though once again, being italian that was not really a problem) and the fact that he was no longer tempted. Shane as that dude who still went home twice a week to have dinner there, because otherwise he'd miss his family. Those mediterranean families. ofcourse his mother had cried when he had left, because she was gonna miss him. but shane knew she no longer needed him. she had her boyfriend to take care of her now, and she no longer needed her son to do so.

it were his own youth traumas that had kept him from moving out for so long. what if something happened and he wasn't there? the only reason they had survived last time, was because shane had smelled the fire and got them all awake and out on time. but xan had gotten him this far and he had to say he liked living on his own, self dependent, even though he missed his mother cleaning up his mess after him and cooking for him. he knew how to cook quite well, he was italian after all, and pizza were a plus, but still he needed to get used to her not being there constantly. that he could just do whatever he wanted and to hell with what she thought of it. today he was gonna buy a new guitar or whatever, because his old guitar (named 'madison', who he claimed to be his only love) was near dieing and though it pained him, if even ducktape couldn't save her anymore, he wasn't sure what the hell could. And he was a musician, so his guitar was a vital part of his life and he could not survive without it. now, he did already have like.. 4 guitars, 2 acoustic ones and 2 electric ones, and madison was his favorite acoustic one (even customized by annette and the band with autographs and text and shizz, so he was gonna keep her), so he needed a new one. the logics were strange, he knew that, but neither did he care.

so shane got dressed in something simple that would guard him from the cold, a pair of trousers, a simple grey vest, his black beanie (seriously, when was he not wearing beanies?) and a scarf. kicking his feet in his vans, shane lit a cigarette on his way out of the house and was on his way to demonic music, his favorite store when it came to everything related to music. whether he came there for guitar tabs, cd's, instruments, whatever, it was the best store in the whole of manuka when it came to music. he was a frequent visitor, and the employees recognised him usually, unless there was a newbie again, but that wasn't often. he smiled at one of his pals who worked there too (it happens when you usually socialize with musicians, some happen to work at a music store). "Shane! what can i help you with?" his friend asked as he entered the store, since obviously it wasn't very busy and he needed something to do except for just standing there. "i need a new guitar. madison is close to dieing." the shapeshifter said with a pout, because seriously, he was like a big kid who had just found out his spider was dead. or his rabbit, even worse. his friend mockingly patted him on the back and then they walked towards the area where the music instruments were to be sold. Shane dropped himself on a stool and grabbed multiple acoustic guitars to try out. after all, it was all about the feeling. people would call him gay for saying that, but whatever, he was pan anyways, so no offense taken bro. after a while a guitar caught his eye that was just luring him to try her out. shane liked that attitude in guitars, the little confidence they had, like madison had had. jesus, it was nearly as if they had a mind and personality of their own. but to shane they did. He took the guitar gently, carefully and allowed his hand to caress over the neck and body first, before starting to play.

"Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
And send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
'Cause in these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings that no one knows."

the feelings was there, it was right. the moment shane stopped playing, a thriumphantic grin was plastered on his face. he had found his new love, they had connected just by that one song. she was his. "i choose this girl here,phil." the musician said with a grin, already pondering on names. she was not like madison, apart from the fact that both of them did not lack confidence. but this one.. no this one was more a temperamental rachelle or something. yes, he liked that. rachelle.

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Judas actually got a break for one day. It seemed weird, giving off his baby off to Basil for the day. The vampire had pleaded to see Sabriel, but Judas had been so reluctant. However after a month or so, he finally gave in; Basil could have her once every two weeks. The male had readily agreed to the merman's conditions, and today was the first day that he had taken her. His stomach lurched at the thought of Basil just taking her away and never bringing her back, because really, that wasn't something that Judas would put past him. Sucking in a deep breath, the scolded himself for worrying too much, and decided that he could use this time to go out without worrying about looking after Sabriel. He would head and buy some clothes for the girl, maybe visit a music store. He had an iPod, but nothing beat looking at covers for CD's, and the actual solid feel of music. Too bad he had no affinity for music, and no one to teach him, or he would have learned an instrument. But Judas's talents were very limited. Not that it was important to be able to play an instrument, but it would be nice.

Putting on a jean jacket and a coloured scarf, the merman was ready to go out. Feeling weird that his arms were empty of his baby and other baby things while going out. He was going to embrace the temporary freedom, and not worry about her too much. Making his way out of the door to his apartment, he looked back at it, and thought that he might need to move sometime. He had a good sponsor, Caroline was happy to provide him with money, as she was since he was thirteen. Because of her, Judas's life was a million times easier. Of course, there were a few conditions, but essentially, Judas owed her a lot. With a small shrug, he hunched his shoulders into himself, having underestimated how cold it would be, and he prayed that it wouldn't rain, or he'd need cover fast and right then there was no cover. With a small sigh, Judas walked head down. It was common now, for his head to be down when he walked anywhere, wanting to blend into the background, and he had the foolish notion that if he couldn't see people, then they couldn't see him either. That might not have been accurate, but it made him feel better.

He walked slowly, taking his time just because he needed to clear his head and try not to think about anything. He refused to think about anything that happened in the last few months, so his mind was like a fortress, keeping away the things he never wanted to remember. Putting his hands in his jeans pockets, he felt his phone vibrate. Pulling it out quickly, he checked the screen, rolling his eyes a little as one of his room mates texted him, asking what everyone would like for dinner, seeing as they all took turns cooking. He was really lucky to have these lads as room mates, even Adam who he never thought would speak to him again. Life was finally looking up, and Judas was grateful for that. His bright blue eyes scanned the area, and settled on a shop. 'Demonic Music'. Sinister name, but the window displays had instruments, and he was sure there would be CD's and such there which he could look at. Music was something that Judas enjoyed greatly, he would go to local clubs before everything happened especially when live bands were playing. He had taken Jason there one time, but he refused to think about how fucked up that ended.

Making his way over to the store, Judas didn't take a moment to look back or anything, just welcomed the enveloping warmth of the building. Walking down the first isle, his eyes took everything in. Really, it was quite something, and he wondered why he hadn't been in here before. Some records caught his eye, and he headed for them. There wasn't anyone about in that moment, but the next thing he knew he was so focused on looking at the records, that the sound of a voice broke his reverie. Damn, it was good. Judas frowned a little, one of the records still in his hands as he followed the voice, eyeing the male with the guitar. He guessed he wanted to try the instrument before he bought it, and Judas listened up to the end of the song, and then it was over, and Judas was about to head back, not wanting to seem like a creeper, but it seemed like his fingers were weren't working as the record slipped from his fingers. He cursed loudly, not thinking that they'd hear him, and bent over to pick it up, his jean jacket revealing pale skin he hadn't wanted to reveal. He was back up in a flash, a blush spreading over his cheeks as he glanced quickly back at the man with the guitar, and someone who looked like they owned the store, completely embarrassed.

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tell me something, something that can move me

Shane was literally obsessed with music. Ever since he had been a little boy, it had been all his life existed about. Well, that and food, when he had been a kid. Food was something that belonged with the italian culture and was part of the society. It was like Mardi Gras for New Orleans, or Starbucks for New York City. Still apart from pizza and pasta, Shane did not know how to cook. He had the talent, so his mother always said, but Shane had just been too lazy to ever do so. Why do the effort if he had an awesome mother who would do the trick for him? Shane did not get that, so while living at home, he had never done a thing. Rosa always cooked, alone or with his stepdad, It was a change now that he was on his own, well sort of on his own, since Xan was also there obviously, but both boys were too busy with.. other things to remember cooking until it was nearly too late to go the grocery store. Whoops.

When Shane got older, he also got other interests apart from food and music, but together with flirting it came on the first place. It was a tie. He could not deny that as an italian charmer, he had to keep up his reputation, and he really enjoyed flirting. The shapeshifter just liked to share his love with the entire world, male, female, old, young, Shane honestly didn't care. He was peoplesexual and everyone deserved some love. Even if it wasn't love they got, but lust,because Shane and love were not friends. At all. Commitments were icky and scary and though the man obviously did not like to be alone, since he practically filled every night with another person in his bed and if he felt like his sluttiness was going out of hand he borrowed Xan as bedbuddy for a couple of nights (he never seemed to mind), but the real deal... No that was not for him.

And that was hardly a secret to the world. Everyone knew Shane only loved his music, his family, his guitars and his friends. No girls, no boys, no significant others, none of that. Shane would rather have a harem. That sounded like fun. And now his mind was wandering off about harems and how that would be, what it would be like to own one and what it would be like to be in one, and all these kinky fantasies entered his mind and no, Shane really had to dismiss the topic. He had other things to think about. This guitar for example, who felt like God had crafter it himself, the soft feel, the strings, it was all just perfectl. Rachelle. He'd call her rachelle. after playing a tune, he was completely convinced of it all. He was about to get up and handle the whole sales thing with phil, when the sound of something smashing on the ground disturbing him and caused his eyes to move.

What he saw, he liked. there was this dude standing there, blushing because he had exposed some skin he hadn't wanted to expose, but honestly, if one asked shane, he really really didn't mind. Shane was all up for this handsome stranger to show some skin. his eyes curiously scanned over the other man's body, and it became clear to him that this one was as gay as one could be gay. it was pretty easy to see, once you had developed an eye for it. plus, one knowing shane knew he really didn't care about people's sexualities. he'd found out soon enough anyways. He got up, walking towards the other man and looked him in the eye, gently taking the cd out of his hands to observe it. "good choice," he said with a smile, a rather charming and boyish smile that most people found attractive. and yes, he did that on purpose. his eyes kept locked with the other guy's until phil called for him and shane shrugged lightly at the stranger, turning around to go to the counter and pay for his guitar. he got some discount, he always did, which wasn't a surprise when you considered how often he bought stuff here. and then, his new posession swung losely around his shoulder, his eyes scanned through the store again, to find the man he was looking for. "hi, i'm shane. what's your name?" the italian man introduced himself as he appeared besides the stranger again. somehow he was rather curious about this particular one.

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Honestly, Judas was way past blushing like a teenager. He was twenty-two, that was not something he did, but he couldn't help it. He should have worn a longer coat. Never mind, nothing he could do now. Picking up the CD and holding it between his fingers, he hadn't realised that the guy who had been singing had walked up to him. The CD was out of his hands, and apparently it met the guys approval. Okay, so Judas might not be looking for anything other than music in the store, but he was a man, and he had to admit that the male had a nice smile, clearly knowing that he had charm and wasn't afraid to use it. Judas glanced down at the item in his hand and shrugged a little. "I'm glad my taste in music meets your approval." He chuckled, tilting his head to the side. Judas owned a computer, and he could easily download music if needed be, but there was something about the physical comfort of being able to place a disc in a player and let is play. Not an iPod, not a computer, just the old fashioned way. Call him weird, but that was what he preferred. He subconsciously moved to roll up the sleeves of his jean-jacket, revealing some of the tattoo's that he had, but only because it was hot in the store. Honestly, usually he forgot they were even there.

But then someone called for the man by their name. Shane. Huh. Nice. And it seemed like he was gone, Judas's CD in hand, with a guitar over his shoulder. Definitely a musician, he screamed it. Judas watched for a few moments the care with which he handled the guitar, and it was actually admirable. The only thing Judas himself carried so carefully was Sabriel, his baby girl. Like she was about to be broken. It seemed like a lot of his thoughts centred around Sabriel, and Judas had been lost in thought when the other gay - Shane - he reminded himself was back to talk to him. Well, he did still have the CD which Judas was going to buy. The question from his lips was what Judas's name was, and the merman was quite pleased at how ... normal this conversation was. He liked meeting people for the first time, having a chance to get to know their name and where they're from. Easy going, no bullshit, is what Judas liked. But it seemed like he wasn't lucky enough to have that with most people. Maybe that was why he was still standing there, not walking away like he usually would be.


"I'm Judas." He spoke, tilting his head to the side as if in curiosity, eyeing the male, but there was an amusement on his face too. Shane obviously had confidence, and for Judas it was nice to see someone who did. But it also made him less trusting. He wasn't jumping the gun, but in general terms, he found it very hard to trust new people these days. Because it seemed like no matter how careful you are, things ended up hitting you in the face. Look at Jason, their relationship was ruined just because someone wanted him more than Judas, and he had ended up in pieces. And Leth ... Jesus, he was at a bar and thought she was just a sweet, innocent girl, but she turned out to e the devil in disguise. How ironic. It was laughable. Judas shook his head, he needed to stop getting lost in thought, he needed to stop getting lost in the past. But since Sabriel was with Basil for the day, he needed to focus on distracting himself with the present, at which point he spoke. "And it seems like you're still holding my CD." Judas pointed out, reminding him that he was holding it for a reason; simply because he was planning on buying it.

However, his mind strayed to the song that Shane had been singing, his voice fitting to the sound of the guitar and the lyrics. Judas sort of envied him, to be able to do what he loved anywhere, to get so in the zone like that with just the strum of his fingers on strings. Judas had nothing like that, and for some reason that gave a pang in his chest, a sadness almost. "That was a good song you were singing earlier ... did you write it?" Even if he hadn't, it would not have been a band that Judas had heard of, but Shane looked like a writer to him. Someone who was maybe a little bit cocky on the outside, a charmer like he'd mentioned, but when writing he would put his being on the line. It was obvious that the male loved music, but - Judas could only ever assume things without getting told them first. And a lot of the times, he could be wrong. For now, Judas was going to focus on the present, no matter how short this conversation with the handsome stranger would last.

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tell me something, something that can move me

Confidence was indeed something Shane Vendetta had plenty off. You could call him cocky, definitely, or arrogant even, but Shane saw it as knowing what you were worth. He did not think he was particularly arrogant because he did not necessarily deem himself better than other people, he just knew his strengths and his weaknesses and he knew what he was capable of and what he was able to handle. And life had been a bitch to him like it had been to most people, so he was pretty sure he could handle a lot by now. He couldn't say he was mature, because he as far from that, he was more the insane, irresponsible kid, but he had grown up to be able to take care of himself even if he rode the crazy train like he was the machinist. He knew how to cook (sort of), even though it was hardly necessary since mama still made him food a lot so he did not have to cook and he came home to eat a lot too. Shane was a mama's boy, he'd admit to it, but then again, he was Italian, so could you really blame him?

It was culture and culture has always had a great impact on the shapeshifter. He was 20 by now and though he certainly did not act like it with all his crazy exploits and his pranks and all of it, Italy had made him who he was today and it influenced him a lot. The way he spoke, the way his hands shot up in all directions when he was talking, no matter whether he was calm, angry, happy, they always did. he wasn't ashamed of what or who he was, he was perfectly content with the good and the bad, and like most italians did not really fancy worrying over stuff you shouldn't worry about. Take it easy, enjoy the day and have some fun, that was his motto. Shane lived each day by that day, as if there was no past or future, just now. And it worked for him, it worked pretty damn well for him. Of course he knew he had to pay the rent in advance and take care of that stuff and he did that, really. but the rest, well it would come. He survived on the money he made with his music and though his band wasn't really famous, they were quite well-known in Manuka and made enough money for shane to live on, so he was perfectly fine. the man did not need a lot of money or personal possessions in order to feel accomplished or happy, as long as he could make his music, shane vendetta would be totally fine. si.

shane's smile grew wider when the boy replied to him, clearly being just a nice guy buying music. shane preferred people who actually bought the music instead of downloading it, because it was all about musician support. he always bought his music and did not download a single thing because he knew first hand that if people downloaded it, you did not get any money for it. and it was always a nice feeling to know that people would actually pay money for your stuff. that was the best feeling in the world, that pride of what you had accomplished. "that's the first checkpoint, a good taste in music." Shane said with a wink, a boyish grin on his face which showed he was obviously playing around, like he actually always did. phil called his name and shane got distracted, walking back with the cd still in his hand without noticing it. shane was always gentle when it came to his guitars, because they were his babies and probably one of the most important things in his life. the 20-year-old was hardly ever serious about stuff, but his guitars were that matter. nobody touched his guitars but him that was the rule. and he stuck to that.

the man hadn't even realized he had paid for the cd too, until he was strolling back to the guy he had been talking to earlier, the one with the sexy tattoos he had spotted when the guy rolled up his sleeves earlier during their conversations, and shane was a definite sucker for tattoos, and realized he was the owner of the cd the boy had wanted to buy. whoops. he grinned when he heard the other guy's name, nodding in approval. "piacere di conoscerti, Judas. Interesting name you definitely have." the shapeshifter ocntinued, the italian phrase rolling off his tongue before he could stop himself. he really was that way. "oh scusi. nice to meet you." he continued with a chuckle, brushing a hand through his thick brown manes. people often said shane looked more like a fluffy, very hairy puppy dog than anything else, and he was willing to take that resemblance, even if his shifter animal was actually a bear. when judas mentioned the cd again, shane chuckled, biting his bottom lip a bit as he did not know how to bring the fact that he had actually accidentally bought the cd already. so he winged it, like he usually did. "oh, right. consider it a gift, since i cd-napped it." the man said with a chuckle, handing over the cd to judas with a bright grin.

When Judas commented on his music, it literally lit up the musician's face. music was his life and he wrote most of the songs for their band and for his solo stuff, and he was proud of and happy with that he had accomplished. "yeah, it was. thanks." shane said with a smile that could be described as a ray of sunlight. it was music really, that ignited that part of shane that was unlike anything else. it was his true life goal, his purpose, and the only thing he really lived for. "do you play anything?" he asked, curiosity written all over his face as excitement did, because shane was always thrilled if he got to meet other musicians to jam with, he loved that. but if not, he'd still be more than happy to ponder a little longer in this handsome stranger's company. he could fix that. "so, bell'uomo, it'd be unfortunate to break up this meeting just yet, don't you think? wanna go for a drink or something?" the man asked, a bold move probably, but shane had once heard that fortune favored the bold, so why the hell not right? He did not ask people for drinks often, but there was something about this guy that fascinated him for reasons he did not understand. well. you never know if you never try.

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Checkpoint? The merman couldn't help cocking an eyebrow because he wasn't sure what list he was ticking off. Was it personality traits? To see if they were compatible? Or was it just random. God, the words confused the hell out of Judas and it was clear in his blue eyed expression. "I'm sorry, I don't think I understood what checklist I'm ticking?" He asks, a short laugh after the words come out of his mouth, because God, he was being ridiculous. Licking his lips absently he shakes his head in amusement, because that was just so him, being oblivious and low in self confidence to even think that someone might be flirting with him without ulterior motive or anything like that. "But I suppose ticking something off is better than nothing." He offered a small grin and shrugged, though he didn't know who the guy was to be the judge of what was good taste in music and what was not.

Judas watched curiously, the way that the man. Shane, handled his guitar with care, and apparently his CD was scanned too as he crossed his arms across his chest, caught up in watching those hands handling the guitar. God, he needed to stop, he needed to remind himself that attractiveness meant nothing, much less hands that looked like they could do wonders. Judas flushed a little at the thought, never being the person to state such thoughts out loud, and he prayed that it wasn't that visible when Shane was walking back to him and his eyes were following the man's movements. The foreign language was something, he supposed, many people would find an attractive quality in Shane, yet because Judas couldn't speak it he tilted his head to the side curiously, scrunching up his nose cutely in thought because, for one, his name was not interesting and he's had enough Lady Gaga jokes, and for two, Shane could have pretty much been saying anything in the foreign language. The mermans gaze was distracted by the hand running through brown hair, but then his eyes met the other man's. "Sorry, I don't speak that language ... you may need to translate." He offers a smile and a low chuckle. "For all I know, you could be insulting me."

Judas took the CD from Shane's hands, looking down at it, all paid for, and hell he was not one to accept gifts. He was much too sweet and nice for that, hell he'd feel bad because they were complete strangers. "No, it's fine, really." He tells him genuinely, pulling out his wallet and pulling out the right money that the CD had cost and hands it over to him. "I would have bought it anyway, and you only paid for it accidentally." He reminds him, only an amused look on his face. But then Judas words brought a smile to Shane that was blinding and hell, he could not remember the last time he had made someone smile like that, and his gaze was caught up in it. It felt nice, it felt good. "No problem." He finally breathes, knowing that he shouldn't be like this with a man with so much confidence because, well, it was ridiculous and he doubted that they'd see one another after today, but still.

However, the question came about him playing anything, and Judas shook his head with a small smile. "I wish. I've never had the time to learn anything." He shrugs a little, because if college, and now a baby, there was no way that he could, and even in the earlier years when he was homeless, the thought on his mind had been where he could get food, not which instrument to learn to play. However, he wasn't about to go telling a complete stranger that, so he was satisfied with his own explanation. Though, the Italian and an invitation for a drink had Judas' eyes innocent and wide and he felt himself ... nervous? God, why. He shouldn't accept, he knew that. But Sabriel was out with Basil, and Judas only had an empty apartment to go back to as his room mates were out and he shrugged. "Maybe. Did I meet more of your checkpoints?" He asks, with a small, knowing smile. Alright, but only if you translate all Italian, and I trust you not to lie about it." He chuckles, since the translations could mean something else completely, it all depended on the meanings that Shane chose to express. He ran his own hand through his hair, his jeans jacket slipping up a bit to reveal pale skin between the fabric and his jeans, though he himself did not notice. "Any place you'd recommend?" For drinks, because he had to think about it being careful to make sure nothing was spilled on him because, well, because of his tail.

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tell me something, something that can move me

Shane was rather amused when he saw the confused expression on Judas' face as he tried to figure out what he had just said. It was merely a joke, the italian did not actually have a checklists with personality traits and/or abilities a person should have to be compatible, though he had to say that he was a big sucker for musicians or people who could appreciate good music. since all shane cared about was music, it was one of the main things he talked about. start a conversation with the shapeshifter about music and he could go on for hours in a row, as long as you kept feeding him with responses. the italian was temporarily distracted when the other man licked his lips and since shane was hardly ever able to be subtle about anything, that probably wouldn't go unnoticed, but then he just chuckled. "what checklist? things i like in men, i suppose." the boy said with a lackadaisical shrug, since honestly he did not often really think about the things he said. they just got blurted out and then they were out there anyways so why bother with it? "i am just kidding, signore, i don't actually have a checklists, i just like guys with a great taste in music" shane continued with a wink, before walking off to pay for his guitar and the CD as it turned out.

see that was shane, impulsive like nobody else. he saw something, he went after it and when the time for playing was done he left again, and sometimes things just came along and he rolled with it, like buying this cd for the handsome guy he had just been talking with. his hands glided along the neck of his new guitar with a bright grin, since she was a true beauty and shane always treated his guitar like he was caressing a lover, crazy as that sounded to some people. gently swinging it over his shoulder, the boy took the cd in his other hand before turning around again, facing the guy he had been talking to and catching him watching his movements. well then, that was a surprise. playfully wobbling his eyebrows at judas, shane grinned because he couldn't help but goof around a little, since that was what he was. a big kid. a tall, giant ass kid. people often saw him as a giant, and he'd admit it, much like his animal shape, shane was a tall man. many had to crane their necks and nearly fracture them to look up at him, but he was pretty sure there were many taller people than he was. but he did not actually care about that stuff anyways, his thoughts just happened to wander all the time. "ah, piacere di conoscerti; nice to meet you. and trust me, i'd never say anything in italian to insult you, since 1) that's not my style and 2) i wouldn't even know where to start." he said with a rather light grin, meaning fully well what most implied he'd be meaning. shane was that bold, straightforward guy, he did not sneakily say insulting things or talk behind your back, he just said it in your face. and true, it had often gotten him fists in his face, but the boy couldn't even care about that. bruises faded.

when judas tried to give shane money for the cd, the boy frowned, shaking his head and taking a step back, not accepting it. he wasn't the one to take money for his own mistakes, and apart from that, he had enough money to get around. sure he wasn't mr. rich guy, but he had enough. he had a nice apartment, he had his guitars and his band, what more did he need? and sure, he'd admit his mama would always help him if necessary, but it wasn't necessary. shane wasn't a materialistic guy and he did not need a lot to be happy. but if buying this cd for some handsome stranger made him feel happy, then so be it. shane wasn't greedy or stingy either. "no no no, bell'uomo, i bought the cd for reasons i don't even know, but i did. and it was my own mistake, if i even want to call it that, but i'm giving it to you. and you can run three times around the entire globe, but i'm still not taking your money." he said, crossing his arms over his chest, and trust me, judas was never going to win this. since shane was probably the most persistent and stubborn person on this earth and yet had to find his equal in that.

it was mainly music that got a bright smile like that on shane's face, unless you of course made him listen to justin bieber or selena gomez or that kind of crap. rihanna. they weren't musicians, their music had no soul. and in shane's mind that was the most important thing. your music was supposed to have a soul, feelings in them. whether angry or sad or happy, or in love, it was supposed to be there. otherwise all you had was a beat and some empty words, but it did not reach the audience. because how could it, if it didn't even reach yourself? "well, i have a guitar, i can teach you, if you like." the boy said with a geniune smile this time, because he was just a sucker for guys who held an instrument in their hands. and whether they were amazing at it or just starting up and knowing they were failing, it was all sexy for him. except those who sucked at it and thought they were amazing. as much as he found confidence incredibly sexy, arrogance was definitely not the same. "I am a really good teacher." he continued despite himself, because he was shane and he really couldn't help his nature from flirting with people, an eyebrow curving at judas. he knew judas was different than he was, but hey, differences were interesting. judas was interesting.

then again, shane was kind of surprised when judas sort of agreed to have a drink with him, yet another unexpected move that kept him interested. what other surprised did this guy have in store for him? i mean, shane wasn't stupid, he knew this guy wasn't going to hook up with him and honestly, shane found himself not caring. people always thought he was only after sex, but that really wasn't it. shane loved to flirt, he loved that stage before the sex, what he liked to call 'the game'. and sure, if it ended in sex, the shapeshifter would never say no, unless you were taken and he knew it because taken people were not his thing, he was honest enough to admit that, but that didn't mean that without the promise of sex he'd give up. sex was like a reward to him, you got it when you had played your game well, and if it took a little longer and you had to try harder, oh he liked that. pretty much like any guy, he loved the chase. "you have met a lot of my checkpoints already so far." the man replied with an amused grin, since judas tended to surprise him and he liked it. "alright, we have a deal. but trust me, bell'uomo, i do not lie. once again, not my style." the boy said with a wink, before grabbing judas' wrist to tug him along, being temporarily distracted when he did notice the patch of skin showing when judas rolled a hand through his hair. hot damn, this guy sure liked to make this difficult for him. "allow me to surprise you." he replied to the question about where they'd be going, since shane didn't like to be pegged down to a decision, he liked to make his decision impulsively. soon though, he pulled the other guy out on the street by his wrist, his grip losely on the other man's skin, before letting go again no matter how good that touch felt. shane was a touchyfeely person, a cuddler, one who liked to invade people's personal space, but he also realized not all people felt the same way. in fact, most people didn't. but that was something else. he gazed to his side at the other guy before turning his head in front of him again, a rather smug, amused grin forming on his lips, since he had done it once again, and the game had started.

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