Another Year Older - Beyril's Apartment (MATURE) (Lani and Beyril)

His face burned, blue flickering along his throat as his hands froze. Tony, meanwhile, burst into laughter, icy eyes the same as Rogue's flickering hue.

Beyril blushed, "Awh, I'm sorry..." she leaned forward and gave him a hug, kissing his cheek, "That's my fault, I'm sorry."

Red and blue flashed along his form, eliciting further laughter from his roommate, who was nearly rolling and crying that he looked like a traffic light. The only, muffled retort was that it would require green instead of blue.

Beyril, feeling increasingly worse, wrapped him in a blanket, and went to the kitchen for a drink.

Looking like he was going to sink into his skin, Rogue settling for downing the entirety of his imported whine drink. Tony looked like he was dying, crying on the floor.

Beyril came back, the taste of warm tequila on her lips as she sat next to Tony, tilting his chin up, letting her lips hover before his, "Do you want a kiss..?"

The giggles slowly died, icy eyes locked on her green ones. He smirked, telltale and cool, trying to pull out his bad boy facade.

Beyril led him forward, inch by inch. Holding his gaze like a steady flame draws a moth.

Akira muttered to himself, arms crossed, "You ask for a game, I get Yahtzee, and now no one plays."

Rogue groaned, looking away before rerolling. "Then play Yahtzee, you freaking kyojin." He said, raising a brow almost irritably at him while Tony followed his girl like a begging puppy.

Akira smirked, a slow, sensual smile that pulled at his lips, his long dark hair falling across his brow as he tilted it back. A slight pulse wavered in his throat, a tremble next to his adam's apple. "Kyojin, eh?" he leaned forward, hands on the table as he pressed forward, close to rogue, "You can play with my, kyojin if this game doesn't entertain you anymore."

Rogue's face flushed deep red, the color pulsing across his skin. His throat and mouth went hoarse, dry swallow after dry swallow lending no aid to the endevour as his eyes sank from his face to the man's crotch, seeming to grow weaker.

Akira tilted his face, his lips hovering not a breath above Rogue's, "I'm all yours, yariman."

Rogue actively, loudly moaned, sinking into the floor and biting into his lip as he hands dug into his pant legs.

Akira leaned back, propping an arm around Savannah, "He doesn't want to play with my kyojin, petto. Whatever will I do with it?"

She raised a brow, looking up at him like he was a fool to ask. "Take a few guesses, aijin."

Rogue dry swallowed, looking around as though for some escape. Tony finally drew his attention back towards the room, raising a brow as he took in Rogue's clearly uncomfortable appearance. "Are you torturing my man, Aki?"

Akira shrugged, "Just making an offer."

Beyril shook her head, "You're all so mean..."

Tony gave him a look that screamed bullshit, staring him down with his piercing eyes, "Bullshit. We all know you're straight as hell." His fingers traced over Beyril's shoulders as he spoke, signifying both his displeasure and his trust that Akira wouldn't actually do anything to hurt him.

Akira laughed, openly. Which was a first for all but Savannah and Beyril in the room. A low, rumbling laugh that bordered on what you would expect from a villain on television, albeit a good one. The muscles in his stomach and arms tightened and relaxed with each roll of laughter, and he slid an arm around Savannah's shoulder, "Pity, isn't it?"

He jolted a bit, ignoring Rogue, who was sinking further into his own skin. Shaking his head, he nodded to the woman under Akira's arm. "Not for her. Well, she wouldn't be opposed to bi, but at least she gets you, aye, Savvy?"

The grin she gave him was a you know it, and he shifted a bit uncomfortably at remembering the gaze, nuzzling his face into Beyril's shoulder instead.

Beyril shook her head, running her fingers through the boy's hair, "All of you. Mean."

"They both like it rough. Correction, all three of them." Savannah said, gesturing aimlessly at the room. "None are actually complaining. I mean, Tony is tired of hearing about it, but Rogue gets a little thrill from the flirting."

Tony flipped her off, nuzzling the girl in his arms. "I like this one better."

Beyril's cheeks went crimson and she buried her face in his hair, "Tonyy..." she whined playfully, weaving her fingers into the silver and sighing, "I thought you didn't talk about our sex life with people... You're just trying to make me embarrassed."

"Who said I meant sex?" He grumbled against her. Savannah snorted, Rogue darting off to grab anything to drink.

"You always mean sex." she teased with a smirk.

Tony pulled back, raising a brow at her, "You think that's why I'm dating you, fenices?"