Pleasure and Payne [NC-17 at worst]

Jonathan yawned to himself, holding the small cup of steaming coffee within his hand and taking a deep drag of the scent. The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, creating the cacophony of colors that caught the eye and otherwise astounded a person. The male took this in from the window of the apartment of his latest…victim so to speak, who was still lying on their bed as serene as possible. Something about the image itself was endearing in a way, granted Jonathan simply was who he was.

He was half dressed, in light pink shorts that trailed an inch past his knees, blond hair a mess atop his head. ”okay, I think I’ve enjoyed this place long enough.” He noted lowly with a smirk, turning to the unconscious male upon his bed, placing the cup of coffee on a table and placing a passing peck on his cheek before grabbing his shirt, a few bills and leaving. Stepping out into the city, a soft breeze hit his face as the male closed the door behind him and bit down on a crisp apple that he had…stolen.

Now came the fun part, which was simply letting his body do all of the work, the same wafting scent radiating from him. It was much like the ocean had come to the city, yet as far as he knew there wasn’t an ocean around. Now all he had to do was find the next…unfortunate sucker, or he could simply return to this one if no one else would bite. For the moment however he felt like relaxing, sitting on a bus bench and sitting there, sighing to himself as he crossed arms over his chest and looked to the sky.

Aramis sat there with the proper posture he had been whipped into since he was a young child. He was raised so proper, so well and kind... he was conditioned to be the perfect noble child. Yet here he was now. He was held up in this shabby excuse of a place. It was literally a cleared out storage area or rather a shallow storm cellar that was lit by candles and the light rising from the outdoors. Across from the candle there was his wallet, and on top of it was a picture drawn from the fine leather wallet. The picture was of his family. His father, the Archduke, he the heir to the tile, his little brother peter, his mother and his sister. Oh how the dynamics had changed. His father, whom he assumed trying to be killing him...his mother dead, himself on the lamb. Now it was simply the Archduke with his daughter and his second son. Aramis wondered if his claim to the title was now forfeit. Not that it mattered...if he wanted it back...he would take it back. He had the power...but the inclination? No...not as of yet. The only inclination he had for his power...was to survive...and vengeance. "Best not dally." He sighed as he took the picture and stuffed it into his wallet, standing up and grabbing his coat, stepping up as he moved up the concrete stairs and exiting down an alley way. He left his makeshift home behind for the time being, making sure that he was not being followed.

Today he found his stomach growling, hunger pains would have been kicking in, had his powers not blessed him with passive CIP. He found himself looking back and forth, a near permanent look of disinterest and a scowl. He moved through the crowds well enough, the streak of dirt on his cheek setting him apart from many of the other "civilians" in the area. He cringed internally, being called a civilian or a commoner like the rest of them. As of the moment, Aramis did not hate them...commoners and civilians...normal people. Aramis hated not being called by his title... but he could do nothing abut it now, no matter how much it bothered him. There was a man on the streets, Aramis' eyes focused and then fell to the ground. No sooner had he done that had the man dropped as well, writhing in pain. Aramis did his civil duty, dropping down to help the man up, his hand swiftly reaching in the mans' pocket and taking his wallet while his pain occupied his mind. With the wallet inconspicuously placed into his own pocket he allowed the pain to subside as Aramis played the part of the concerned boy screaming for help (A role he played all too well). The man stood up and thanked Aramis, who walked off down the block, turned the corner and found his way to the bus bench.

Pulling out the wallet he began to inspect it for the cash he would need to make the trip just into the city. He quickly withdrew a twenty out of the one-hundred dollars within it before placing the wallet in his pocket again. He wasn't too worried about the person next to him, for all the person knew it was his own wallet...though the contents may have appealed to the man, but Aramis always had ways of...defending himself. He let out a sigh the morning still just cold enough that his breath fogged slightly. He took a small breath in and while it was cold, he cousl still faintly smell the ocean...the smell he missed from being at their summer home across the pond.

Jonathan considered the apple that he clutched within his hand, a few bites already having been taken out of it. The white flesh underneath the red apple skin was enticing, and his hungry stomach was simply craving any sort of food, even if it was a simple apple. Biting into it again, he reveled in the juices of the fruit that washed over his tongue and with each chew he could feel them once again, until he swallowed and repeated. He did not really take notice of the male sitting next to him until he opened his eyes and exhaled deeply, eyes falling over the one sitting next to him.

They had what one would call a pretty face, tan skin and strange hazel eyes having an allure to them that he could not quite deny. He would complain about the male bot being his type, but Jonathan really had no type, so long as they were vaguely attractive and had a phallus. While he could not quite check on this stranger, it was safe enough to assume that was the case. It was upon feeling the slight interest that he decided to slowly amp up the scent that wafted off of him, perhaps enough to draw the attention of the male and maybe even convince him to start conversation with Jonathan.

Not everyone was so open to such persuasion at an early stage, but then again John had his ways with people, and even the straightest of men eventually found themselves wrapped around his fingers. Granted they were never mistreated, and Jonathan made sure that both parties benefited in some way; he just got the better end of the deal.

The blond mutant would not make any sort of interest obvious, considering the half eaten apple for a moment before taking another bite, eyes fluttering from the pure enjoyment of it before he swallowed the food and sighed. It was always best to let them bite first, especially in such an open situation as this.

He would have been cautious...he SHOULD have been more cautious, it was just him and this stranger in the middle of nowhere, the bus now just barely catching into view still a good ways off. The smell of the ocean only strengthened and it forced him to relax a little, the muscles in his back loosening and his jaw no longer clenching. He didn't really trust the situation...but there was no given reason for him to distrust this situation...save for a potentially homicidal father hiring people to go after him. Granted this male didn't seem like a murderer. He seemed a little too lax for that. Unless that's what he was supposed to think. He couldn't really come to a conclusive thought at the moment, it made him.... cautious, but that in no way meant he couldn't be courteous in how he conducted himself. "Good morning to you sir." he said, his English accent saturating the words with a white smile as he turned his attentions back to the road, and the bus that was still on it's way. So far so good, now it was just time to keep himself on the down low. He was still slightly irritated by the grime on his cheek, the small "scratch" of dirt that smudged him.

The objective was to lie low. He could still accomplish that goal, given he didn't need to tell anything about himself to anyone and he could still get away with his "pseudonym". It wasn't like he intended on the bus driver asking him his name or anything, but that would have been rather interesting. He found himself almost...not anxious, but excited about the smell of the ocean. He only knew a smell like that from his summer home, it was almost unique to the place, the place of good memories. He rolled his tongue in his mouth and bit his lower lip and looked to the bus expectantly, wanting it to hurry up and arrive, but wanting it to vanish all the same. He finally let out a little ehum as the bus was beginning to encroach, hopefully he could hurry up and ask a question and be on his way.

"Hey erm. If you don't mind my asking, what kind of cologne would you be using?" he asked, finding himself both mentally kicking himself for risking his life with further conversation, and somehow embarrassed that he was inquiring about the scent of a strange man he'd never met before. The bus was beginning to encroach as well, and hopefully he could hear the answer within the next two minutes.

So Jonathan had gotten the male to talk, which was a massive start to whatever it was that he was planning to do. The sound of an English accent was the first thing that caught his attention, something about it interesting within its own right, and suggesting that this guy was not a native of this country, or he somehow picked it up from somewhere. Of course to get such a reaction he had to do a little work, but nothing that Jonathan wasn’t used to, so it was all fine really, a low smirk forming upon his lips as he adjusted his sitting position and took another bite of the apple. Turning to the male, he would take brief notice of the smudge of dirt that adorned his cheek and part of him wanted to clean it off, if only to avoid having a handsome face from being marred by dirt.

”And a good morning to you too.” Jonathan answered with a toothy grin, charisma oozing into his tone as he swallowed the chewed bit of apple. He could hear the bus approaching, though it would not be there for a good few minutes, male tossing the apple into a nearby trashcan and taking interest in the next question that was thrown his way, something about it more interesting than the last. ”What type of cologne do I use? Well I think it’s called oceanic something…Oceania perhaps.” He didn’t say it in a manner that could be construed as scatter brained but more aloof, carefree than anything. ”Why do you ask? Do I smell good?” He said unable to control the small amount of playfulness that seeped into his tone.

The name was Oceana or Ocean something. Aramis remained as apathetic as always, not really caring about the situation. He did think to himself Of course, it can never be a simple answer.. Of course he had something to go off of, Oceana or what have you and that he could work with. He knew that should fortune ever turn in his favor and he find himself with the money to afford the luxury, he would need to locate the brand. He then found himself rather caught rather off guard by the next portion of this interaction. He was posed a rather simple question, the question if the man smelled good. It was simple enough, and honestly it was easy to answer. The only real "issue" was the rather... "cat and mouse" nature of the question. It was a strange feeling being under his gaze...like looking upon a cat who played with it's food. Needless enough to say, it was not something Aramis enjoyed... even if he was reading into it. The man was...friendly and playing. The people in the company of the Payne family was normally just a kind smile and that was sufficient interaction with friends. This stranger was already pressing boundaries.

"Yes, yes sir you do." Aramis said rather timid. He sounded like a little servant boy, to the degree that his father would have likely chided him. This was good at the moment however. In his mind, he considered what the man had asked, he suddenly came to a rather irritated feeling...no not quite irritated... just... bleh. No, doesn't smell good at all, I just inquired about it. Twit. He thought, though he still smiled at the man before the bus rolled up. Aramis stood up with a little groan as he stepped forward, not wanting to leave, but knowing it was likely for the best at this point in time. Who knows how far he needed to travel at this point. He was lost as it was, now the last thing he needed was to be delayed any more than he already was.

The way that the boy answered his question was amusing enough, seeming to fold into a more timid persona upon hearing his question, instead of perhaps the usual indignation that most would normally would show. In a way he had turned into a timid child  almost, like that would make you want to just hug them. The boyish curvature of his face did not help any, though the shark like nature of his personality was no help really, seeing as how Jonathan was always the one to follow the scent of blood. To say that he was not being adorable would have been a lie, yet Jonathan wondered if even under his influence the male would simply attempt to run away.

”Glad to think you do. The cologne was one of those expensive designer ones, so I would hope it made me smell good.” He noted with a smirk, crossing arms over his chest as he looked to the male curiously, and then to the bus that was approaching them. Surprisingly enough he had planned to take this bus, and the male was simply coinciding with his own plans for transportation, even if he was also taking interest in his newest quarry.  Where this went depended on how the male reacted and how Jonathan wanted things to go.

He did however take note of the reluctant groan that signaled that he did not want to leave, and that only made him want to follow. A low chuckle escaped from his lips as he followed after Aramis, stepping up onto the bus with deliberate steps, choosing to take a seat beside him, considering that most of the others had someone in them, save for the one that the male had taken. A perfect enough of an excuse to keep close, and to learn more. Jon was a predator for sure, but he was a curious predator. ”So with the accent, I would be correct in assuming you’re from England?”

Of course. The man would just so happened to be going to the same place as him. Given the full bus it was too much to ask that they be forced into separate seats. Aramis took the seat nearest to the window and sat with the same perfect posture he always had, crossing his arms and looking out the window. Of course he felt the landing of another person in the seat as well. He looked over, starting at the floor and then shooting up as he noted the familiar shoes. He smiled simply to be courteous and then nodded as he looked back out the window his smile slightly fading. He was content to look out the window, but he noticed that the male next to him was slightly close. Aramis apologized as he scooted over slightly and pressed himself up to the window and looked out it again. He then realized that if this man were here to kill him he just wedged himself against the bus wall with nowhere to go. He quickly resolved that is he were going to survive this encounter his powers would be required. He needed to be ready to use them in a heartbeat though....something he never had tried before.

The man inquired about his accent, to which Aramis just smirked and looked at him. He looked happy that someone took interest in him, but there was part of him that felt odd about the whole thing. People taking....interest in him was something he didn't like. It made him clammy, it made him queezy and it made him paranoid. But for now he would simply entertain this...for the sake of remaining inconspicuous. Of course upon hearing the question he immediately thought No. I'm from Afghanistan... though he did not voice this, and he didn't even mean it in a cruel way he still found it silly that the man even had to ask. "Erm... Y-yes sir I am." He said, still timid and seemingly out of his element. It was probably not helping his situation with the sharkish male, though he was prepared for just about anything at this point.

The kid seemed to go back to playing reserved, or that was really how he usually acted. So proper that the chase felt almost wrong, but there was the word almost that did not stop him. A smile formed upon his lips, yet something about the smile seemed artificial, a simple courtesy that was to be extended to avoid seeming rude, something that Jonathan both despised and understood. Understanding something did not take away ones annoyance with it, it just gave the person the ability to know more about what they disliked. Upon taking note of him, the male scooted closer to the window as if trying to keep his distance, which felt strange enough considering that most people wanted to be close to him.

Something about the idea of a person wanting to move away from him did not sit well with the male, and so he would lay the sauce on a little hotter. While the scent about him did not increase in sharpness, its overall effect would begin to grow, or so it should. ”As cute as the courtesy is, please don’t call me sir. You’re starting to make me feel old.” Jonathan admitted, not really even lying at this point as he snickered, crossing arms over his chest and considering the male. ”Call me John. Its casual, and sir feels like a step below master, which leads us into stranger waters.” He noted with an even tone, face keeping the jovial expression.

"Yes si-erm. Jon." Aramis said with a smile creeping onto his face. That was not intentional, and neither was him relaxing and actually loosening up. He found himself at a rather happy place at the moment, he even forgot about his family predicament... his losses and the impending fact that he had nowhere to sleep this evening, or even anything to eat between now and sunset. For now he could simply enjoy the bus and some quiet. That is if the male didn't think to ask anything or persist on his laughing about it. Aramis took a rather lax posture, something at the moment seemed to even loosen the "Royal etiquette" he followed with years of routine practice as he assumed a slightly slouched posture and placed his chin in his hand, fingers bending and resting into his cheek as he gazed out of the window. The man's comment about being in stranger waters did not register as it was perhaps intended, the only thing little Aramis could think of was the personal retort of Actually, given my status I would likely feel more at ease with you calling me that. as he almost disregarded the male sitting next to him for a moment.

"It's a big city. Really easy to get lost. Been treading every which way and haven't been able to find a bloody thing." He mused aloud, perhaps seeming as if he were initiating conversation. In truth this was a simply slip of the tongue, where his mind normally kept him strictly regulated, it was currently working about three quarters of it's normal, and it was slowly but surely beginning to show. He still was wearing a relaxed and almost dopey grin when he spoke and his eyes blinked slowly and he watched out the window as the city began to pass by. "I don't know that I could ever get used to something so big and I'm used to - well... I guess it seemed big at the time but...." He finished his 3/4th working brain snagging the information he was about to leak about having dinner with England's most renown. He spoke truth however...something about this place was so crowded...it was almost larger than life in many respects. It had little Payne in a bit of awe to say the least... and it had him talking...which was no small feat in and of itself.

The male seemed to be having a slightly hard time keeping himself from calling him sir, not that Jon had any real problem with it; save for it making him sound like some sort of old man. It was endearing within its own way, but then again also slightly irritating, nothing that he couldn’t get over anyway. Reclining into the seat, the blond metahuman sighed to himself and looked upwards for a moment, the dingy looking ceiling of a bus something that he had gotten used to. ”New York is a big city, most people would get lost in it if they don’t know where they’re going.” Jonathan seemed to agree with what the male was saying, licking his lips lightly as he hummed to himself.

He had gotten used to the city of New York and its workings however, so Jon was the perfect one to show a person around the city if he cared to do so. What he said next made Jon snicker, not really even meaning to but he was always one to laugh at a joke when it was spoken, even if it were not the most appropriate time to do so. ”Sounds like someone could use a guide around the city, and I do happen to know quite a lot about the Big Apple.” He noted absently, willing to let the male take the bait himself rather than doing everything for him.

Well it was an eventful ride none the less. Or so it was turning out to be at the moment anyway. Aramis really couldn't complain about the company he kept as of now (mostly because of he hormone-man's devil magic) and so the man laughing only warranted the arch of an eyebrow and an inquisitive look from the young nobleman, inquiring about what was so humorous that the male would laugh as such. He wasn't really counting on an answer mind you, but he would have liked a rather thorough rundown as to what went on inside the male's head. Of course he was unaware that he would have regretted that experience immediately, and so it was by the grace of God or whatever else that he was not born a telepath. Though it was almost exciting to hear that there was a person around here that could show him about "the big apple" as it was called. The reasoning was entirely lost upon him, but the ignorant American's could do as they wish.

Aramis thought to himself for a moment however. Wasn't he suppose to be lying low? That in it's own was a rather interesting reminder to him. He concluded that without the ability o ensure the male wasn't working with his father he was a threat. It was almost...depressing to think he found the male interesting, yet had to part ways. His stop was right up here, not another minute away. They had saved him a good hour of walking to get these few miles out here. To his Aramis smiled as he pressed the alert button. "Sounds great, but I'm afraid I need to get moving. I don't even know where I'm going to be sleeping tonight, let alone -" Aramis stopped, holding himself to the fire on this one. If living on his own on the streets for two weeks wasn't enough, now he just disclosed he was homeless...or he found it to be entirely obvious as he looked the part and probably smelled the part if he shifted the wrong way. He smirked nervously with a little color and slipped past Jon as he kept his messenger bag over his shoulders and walked of the bus, having a lingering feeling that this was not going to go over well.

Jonathan cocked an eyebrow at the seemingly retreating male, one who appeared to be making a prompt escape from the clutches of his…influence and that couldn’t happen. Should he have amped up the hormone musk thing or go with a more subtle approach to the controlling portion of the little game? Either way, he was sure that by the end of this he would have what he wanted. A rather interesting tidbit of information however was that the male had nowhere to go, and as such Jonathan could sue that for his own purposes, mostly pressing on that now gaping wound until he had some leverage.

Of course he would need to pursue, but then again that was a small price really, considering that full blown subtlety would force him to lose his latest inquiry. Smoothly standing to his feet Jon slunk from the bus, hands buried into his pockets stepping off the bus. ”So where is it that you plan to go?” The question was posed simply enough as Jonathan looked around, sighing lightly to himself and pressing a single strand of hair from his forehead. ”For someone that’s homeless you sure act like you have somewhere to be.”

"Because I do have somewhere to be..." Aramis would say, slightly defensive as he noted the other male had followed him. Now what once was coincidence was just suspicious as Hell. Aramis was finding it impossible to really draw up the desire to do anything about it though, which was even stranger yet. His instincts told him to run, but something kept him from doing so, whatever that would be was lost to him though. He simply looked over hjs shoulder and sighed at Jon, as if contemplating his reasons for following him about. His mind immediately jumped to the man having sympathy for him. That couldn't be right though, the man knew nothing of hjs past.  Aramis was careful to not even give his name. So sympathy was not for this blonde devil it would seem.

   Aramis then began to recall the entire meeting of this man, as brief as it was. He wasn't yet convinced of this... but in recalling the man's first inquiry, asking if he snelled good, it may have been possible that his tone was a littke more... "friendly" than Aramis intended. Then he recalled the man saying about stranger waters. Aramis had no idea what that meant, nor could he draw a connection, but they were apparently in and regarding the same tone. He may have just been stoking is ego a little.. but it may be possible this person was...interested in him? Now he was beginning to question that possibility.  It was...flattering really but he had never really taken interest in anyone before, save for a girl back home. Elizabeth Craine was her name....and she turned out to be a total bitch. Not that it was scarring, Aramis knew these things happened and he moved on. But he did not intend to end up in this....situation.

    Aramis went to open his mouth when a hand clapped down on his shoulder.  He shot up like a rocket as his mouth closed and his heart raced a thousand beats a minute. He turned with hazel eyes in horror as he looked upon a man with black hair and pure white eyes, no iris or pupils at all. Aramis wanted to run, but his mind was too heavily fogged at the moment., thanks to the messed up hormones and the "assistance" of this man's power. The man with white eyes chuckled as he ran a hand through the petrified boys hair. "Ah you little "Payne" hehehe... your father is so worried about you." The man said, which shocked Aramis slightly,  to be totally honest. He saw the man lick his thumb and wipe the smidgen of dirt away before patting his shoulder once more. "I'll be sure Williams sends him your body...and his condolences. " The man said a serpent forked tongue flipping out as he backhanded Aramis into a nearby wall.

"Run along little byssstander, thissss doessssn't concern you." The creature hissed serpent tongue slipping out as his eyes became a pitch black with a sort of red sheen, the reflection of it's blood from within it's eyes. It turned to Aramis with a hiss as his tongue slipped out and rattled like that of a snake. The creature was a mutant of unknown powers to the boys, however it was not by sheer chance that he happened to know what the blonde male was planning to do. The telepathic-lizard-mimic hovered over Aramis and tapped him on the cheek with the palm of his hand, as if trying to rouse the child from sleep. He could feel the intentions of the man behind him. He looked to him and chuckled a little as he seemed to pat Aramis on the head, promising him that he would return soon. Aramis was still dazed, and pretending to be unconscious, though the lizard-telepath knew better. He stepped forward towards Jonathan as his eyes seemed to glow an ominous and toxin green as he seemed to peer through Jonathan's mind for a moment.

  "I'm not sure which is worse... a grown man trying to play with a sixteen year old...." He said with a chuckle as he looked form Jonathan to the boy, Aramis. He then looked back, a toothy smile and reptilian eyes and claws forming from his hands. "Or two parents playing with their sweet...innocent little boy." He chuckled, a rather intimidating draconian growl behind it, taunting the male as he peered into his past pulling some of the darkest thoughts from deep within. The Lizards telepathy by it's nature prevented him from forcing or persuading actions upon another, however it did grant him a rather nice insight of others, and it allowed him the chance to tip the odds in his favor at the moment. Just turn around Jonathan. Walk away. He's just a boy anyway, go find yourself some bigger game eh? the lizard spoke directly to Jonathan's mind this time.

  If Jonathan refused to leave, the man would attack, leaping after Jon and spawning a reptilian tail. His reptilian mimicry allowing him a nice little oomph to his physiology. If Jonathan walked away however, poor little Aramis would be left to a rather serious fate. Aramis stirred slightly as he started to stand on his own.

Jonathan felt as if he had been struck in the gut, losing all of his air within one big gust as he had been reduced to a rather confused state. How the hell did he know about that thing of all things? It were as if….plucked it out of his mind somehow, which was not as farfetched as one would think it would be in a world of mutants and such. Even if he wanted to move, it seemed that his body had other plans as far as walking away was concerned, and his being frozen in place, so he could not really react when the tail lashed across his face and sent the male to the ground with a resounding crash as all sensory went to hell. However even on the ground he was not safe from the beings wrath, as it pressed a foot against his throat, yet gave him all of the time he needed to work up a little…devil hormone magic.

With such close proximity control his emotions would have been child’s play, and he was no child. So with all of the control given to him at the moment, he attempted to wrench emotional control from the lizard, forcing it into a calmer and more pliable state, in the hopes that he would have himself some misery. Hopefully the emotional duress that was falling upon himself did not interfere with the process, otherwise Jonathan would have ended then and there, his body already swimming from the keen mixture of pain that was taking effect.

"Emotion control? Clever." The creature snarled, opening his mouth as if to lash out, but calming down quickly enough. The man had a rather lethal mastery over emotions when it came to being in direct physical contact. Aramis didn't even need to think about what he was doing, he simply looked at the lizard as he stood up and the creature let out a rather ear-grating high pitch screech that almost hit sonic levels. The creature then backed up, grappling at it's head before falling backwards onto the ground, serpent tongue lolling out with a raspy exhale. The creature just lay there, breathing with a death-rattle rasp but otherwise... blank. Just a person laying there in a little subsection of the city. People who had seen the man attack had left quickly, whether they decided to inform authorities was an entirely different story, one that Aramis did not intend to be around to find out.

   "W-wha- what did you do?" Aramis asked, shocked though in all reality he knew what had happened was likely more his fault than anyone's. He was scared and shocked however, no one had ever reacted like THIS before. Did he maybe pump too much into it? He could never do that before, was he a murderer? No the lizard was still breathing. He looked to Jonathan as if trying to decipher what was going on. There were sirens in the distance, and Aramis didn't quite want to be here. "Hey uhm. Let's go somewhere, anywhere really, as in- NOT HERE!" He said awkwardly as he motioned down an alleyway. He would trail down it, not really concerned about the hormonal powers, though he found the note of "emotion control" to be a rather interesting concept. Was he saying Jon was controlling his own...or that Jon was controlling his?

   Too many questions and not enough answers, but it wouldn't be long before he stopped, panting with sweat beading on his forehead. He kept it going as long as he could, which was better than most considering the pain he absorbed from the screeching lizard and his empowered physicality. He stopped and looked to Jon with a smile, hoping to dear God that they lost the authorities...or that they hadn't seen him at least. Aramis would sit down, pulling his bag close to him and holding it as he looked up at Jon. "So... yeah. Fun right?" He asked, the poor attempt at humor was more laughable than the humor itself in his opinion, but as far as Aramis knew this guy was potentially a mutant as well, and so far it would seem he was not one of the people working for Williams, so the person couldn't be all THAT bad...right?

Jonathan massaged his throat, growling lowly to himself as he felt the soreness that permeated through it. It was not every day that he was nearly killed, but when the days came he came to hate them with a fervor. However now he was safe, and the strange lizard mutant was for the most part sedated by his powerful control over emotions, granted it was his own fault for allowing Jonathan to even do so in the first place. However the lizard creature letting out the ear splitting screech was something that he did not expect, placing his hands over ears as he attempted to shut out the painful sound that could shatter ear drums, bemoaning his luck more than ever now. All of this started simply because he had taken too much of an interest in a fine piece of English flesh, and now his ears were threatening to commit a form of seppuku.

Within a few moments the thing would fall to the ground with a rather raspy and weak breathing, as if something had striken him and simply thrown him down. Jonathan looked to Aramis curiously for a moment, but did not feel as if he should pry, considering that either it was some manner of mysterious mutant that helped him, the kid or the lizard guy was just not having a good day. ”What did I do?” He questioned looking to the English male with an expression that asked if he were serious or not. However from the sound that was playing off in the distance, Jonathan had a feeling that it was best if he did not linger around long enough for the police to find him and his….mutual friend in lizard attacks. So taking the advice of running, the two would indeed run.

The two made their way down a rather nice looking alleyway, one that would eventually lead them in the opposite direction of the police, who were more than busy with the sedated lizard man. Mentally cursing his lacking physical stature, Jonathan would fall against a wall once they were sure that they had gotten out of any real trouble. Turning to the pain empowered mutant, he wondered how this kid was not even the least bit winded, but then again he did not feel like he had the nerve to pry. Turning his own powers upon himself, the male forced a release of endorphins, something to take the edge of the pain off and to simply even remove the sting of fatigue. It was what one would call his usual tactic for such times, and most of the time it worked, the release coming easier when he focused his powers upon himself than upon others.

The other male would speak an attempt at humor, drawing a low chuckle from Jonathan as he shook his head. ”Fun is one way of putting it, though I suppose my definition of fun is far different than that.” He admitted feeling over his throat one more time before shaking his head. ”So, what now? Its not every day I get attacked by strange telepathic lizard men.”

"Oh no? It's a hobby of mine. When I'm not busy struggling to survive I find strange mutants to make mad at me." He said, smiling like a dope as he calmed himself and steadied his breathing. He then looked at Jonathan, focusing for a moment, not even thinking it could me misconstrued as he siphoned all the pain, physical and emotional from him. Granted the work was rather easy, because the man did most of the work himself...hopefully he didn't just give himself away though. Aramis wiped the condensation from his forehead with his coat sleeve and sighed. "I'm not sure what now. I don't know about you but I'm going to find something to eat and probably a place to sleep." He soffered up casually as he leaned back against the brick wall, mouth agape as he sighed. Xaviers school should not be this hard to get to. Granted he had no idea where the Hell he was, but it's not like it was something one simply asked how to get to. Especially since someone might know who he is.

"Are you alright?" He asked, suddenly jerked into a great concern, feeling like a dick for not thinking about the man having been nearly killed. It was so easy for him to forget at times that simply because one cannot feel pain doesn't mean one is impervious to damage.

The man offering him for a place to stay was nice and all, and honestly he wasn't likely going to be able to turn it down. Aramis, for the first time actually felt fine with the events that were going on. He didn't feel subconsciously hesitant or critical. Granted him being like that probably saved his life on more than one occasion, but that aside he was relatively settled. He couldn't help but find his mind wandering back to the same question he was asking before this all went down, but the way he was approaching it was a bit different. "So uhm... I'm Aramis." He said, not even bothering to use his pseudonym. Granted this was more of the hormone devil magic playing a lingering effect, accompanied by actions that helped loosen his lips a little. He swallowed, hesitant to even offer that much up, but that was enough...after all, the only thing he knew this guy as was "Jon" of all things.

"I won't impose like that... but uh... out of curiosity, how old are you?" Aramis found himself more marveled by that question than anything else. It was almost killing him at this point. He was fine with absolutely everything else that happened today, but this guy's age or apparent interest in him earlier was the most grating thing to Aramis. It wasn't a big deal or anything, but it was a question that was haunting him, that's for sure. It probably seemed like a ADHD kid kind of question, and probably even comical the way his eyes squinted and his lips formed a solid line, as if it were the mot important and serious question in the world right now.

”Aramis huh? Well my names Jonathan but most people just end up calling me Jon.” He answered still tasting the iron taste of the crimson fluid that had begun to fill his mouth slowly, muttering something to himself before shaking his head.  Part of him was wondering if the male intended on turning down his little invitation or not, yet either way he would be….he would not be fine really. As much as Jonathan would like to think himself a heartless shark always on the prowl for fresh meat, he was still human and had certain emotions that kept him from doing absolutely amoral things. The question about his age somewhat confused him, considering that he never really considered that an important thing within most of his encounters; granted he avoided fifteen year olds. ”I suppose I’m about twenty.” Jonathan noted seeming to calculate something in his head.
 
”Haven’t really had the luxury of following my birthdays as of late, but that’s about how old I am.” Jonathan answered crossing arms over his chest as he sighed lightly to himself. The way that the kid looked at him was almost adorable, in some sort of strange way. ”So, you gonna take up my offer?” Jon questioned simply pushing himself to his feet and wiping away any residual blood.

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Aramis was sort of baffled that the male couldn't even remember his own age. How did one forget that? Then again, it might have been really easy to forget had it not been important. Aramis, on the other hand was just recently made a licensed driver, which was a pretty big deal for him. Granted he would need to "brush up" n it before driving in America, because the jackasses all drove flip-flopped. He began to run his hands through his hair, wrapping a small lock between his thumb and the side of his forefinger, twisting and turning the lock into a coil before releasing it and running a hand over it again, to which he repeated this process several times. He suddenly heard the posed question and his eyes looked up, though he barely tilted his head. Much like a little kid whose attention was just taken by a bird or an airplane. Was he going to take the man up on his offer? That was a bit...difficult to answer. He wanted to...but was that wise?

This man could very easily be the kind of man his mother always warned him about...and not as in the "dating people like this" kind of warning. Like the murderous and creepy kind of warning. Though he found himself biting his lower lip, deep in thought as he looked up at Jon. He let out a little conflicted hum before nodding, being rather shy. As he said, he didn't want to impose, but if the male had shelter then Aramis would take it. It might be nice to have a decent night's sleep on a carpet or hardwood floor even instead of the filthy ground. He would wait for Jon and start to stand himself up slightly, wiping any newly formed perspiration from his forehead and rubbing his right eye, which slightly burned from a droplet of sweat getting into it.