"Dude," the word dripped with a level of love that it was not made for but Xigbar was. Xigbar was simply like that with words. "My man," it was absolutely sticky "Would you make me cookies?"
Vexen gave him an exasperated look on both account that it was 1am and he really should take his key back and that he was in the middle of a match. "Give me six minutes," his focus returned to his screen and the literary of command icons. "Yes, that's Xigbar. Yes my windows are all still intact."
"That Zexmeister?" Xigbar flopped down on Vexen's bed to wait.
It was seven minutes when Vexen removed his headset and turned to look at him. “Why’d they dump you this time?”
Xigbar shot up “Hey, hey, who’s saying he dumped me?” and then he deflated and looked to the floor “We just weren’t compatible or somethin’. So, cookies?”
“What kind would you like?” Vexen asked as he got up. “Xaldin sent me a recipe for cranberry orange ones I haven’t had a chance to try out.”
“Oh, fancy.” Xigbar grinned and wiggled to the edge of the bed to stand. “I was kinda feeling oatmeal.”
“I did pick up golden raisins and more chocolate chips.” Vexen hummed. “You’re doing dishes.”
“A small price to pay.” Xigbar’s grin grew as he fell into step beside Vexen.
His kitchen was down the hall on the right. Xigbar liked Vexen’s apartment. With it’s too many rooms and mixed matched colors from everyone else decorating it. It didn’t scream Vexen. No where Vexen had ever lived had.
They fell into a comfortable rhythm. Xigbar liked to watch Vexen work. He had teased him constantly about joining Xaldin at his bakery but Vexen much prefered being a teacher.
Xigbar appreciated the normalcy. He appreciated the fact Vexen wouldn’t go into questions until the cookies were in the oven. It gave him more time to think.
“Do you ever have trouble with boyfriends because of all the kinks?”
Vexen sent him a glare when the question left Xigbar two seconds after the stove was closed. “I have more trouble admitting it. Sometimes I pick up guys that want it done to them so I wind up feeling... neglected. I don’t mind being a Dom but I much prefer being controlled. What is going through your head?”
“Guy got all pissy because I didn’t want to be blindfolded. We weren’t on that level yet. You know I hate my vision enough as is. Trying to angle my head right and all that in bed sucks. But he kept insisting and I- I walked out.” Xigbar’s shoulders slumped. “So, I guess, we might not really be broken up from his point of view. He’s probably waiting for me crawl back to his place.”
“How is it today?” Vexen asked gently. “Any pain?”
Xigbar shook his head. “I’ve adjusted, mostly. Just, eyes can only adjust so much. Doc keeps suggesting I get a glass eye but I really don’t want them messing with my face more.”
“I think you work the eyepatch look.” Vexen teased. “I’m sorry your boyfriend is an asshole.”
“Yeah, I probably should call him.” Xigbar sighed. “You want to call him?”
“And say what? You’re an asshole and your boyfriend is dumping your ass?”
“Ehh, maybe...” Xigbar wiggled a hand at him.
Vexen leveled him a look.
“Okay, fine. But, after cookies?”
