Not Interested In A Scooby Gang

Peter wasn’t expecting such a large welcome when he arrived back at his flat. The concert tour had been way too long for his taste. Way too long. Peter had just enough time to drop the one bag he carried with him as he heard Rose getting up and coming near him. With a grunted oof! the magician felt her arms. He quickly rose his to wrap around her, smiling until she kissed him. Such a sweet taste. “I’ve missed you too love,” He murmured when she broke away, giving him a moment to peck her lips again. “Next time I go on tour—you’re coming with me.”

Hoping that the presumption would not annoy his host, XI darted forward and kissed Peter, lacing it with a dash of psychic desire that hinted at his inhuman abilities.

It was so very difficult to keep his hands at his sides and not touch the man opposite. The temptation was so great that Peter succumbed to it. He didn't much care that he did either. His hands stretched to XI's elbow,just needing a touch as he cupped it with his hand, the other palm still resting on the bed sheets. He hoped it wouldn't be there for long.

”This is real. He’s a real monster and he’s not brooding, or lovesick, or noble. He’s the fucking shark from Jaws. He kills, he feeds, and he doesn’t stop until everybody around him is dead. And I seriously am so angry you think I read Twilight.”