Oh, like this isn't funny.
Hallelujah Knows Best
For the longest time, Lockon could not get past a makeout session with Allelujah.
He couldn't figure out why either. There seemed to be some sort of a pattern to it, however, where, just as Lockon was beginning to get comfortable, and he knew Allelujah was too, Allelujah would try something just a tad more daring than usual—slipping his fingers under Lockon's belt, tugging slightly, or running his hands through Lockon's hair as leverage to push his tongue in a little deeper— when just like that, he'd stop. His fingers would fumble, his tongue would hesitate, and there would be an awkward pause where they just sat there with their tongues still buried in each other's mouths. Lockon would open his eyes to find Allelujah blushing terribly, drawing back and muttering a hurried apology. He had this look in his eyes like he wanted to continue, fingers still caught on Lockon's belt buckle, but didn't know how now that the flow had been interrupted.
"What happened?"
For the longest time, Allelujah would just shake his head, his face ripening to a deep cherry color, and even though Lockon would laugh and pull him back, Allelujah would just sit at the edge of the bed and only let himself be pulled in for cuddling and nothing more.
It was damn irritating.
"Allelujah, what is wrong?" he asked one day, exasperated with what he assumed was Allelujah trying to get out of his nunnish ways but not quite succeeding. He'd at first just thought it was shyness, but they had been going at this for months.
Allelujah covered his face with his hands, opened his mouth once or twice, and finally sighed. He kept his gaze pinned firmly in the amazingly fascinating hem of Lockon's capri pants, which they all admitted looked great on him, and finally spoke.
"It's Hallelujah."
Lockon blinked and immediately switched his features into ready-to-listen mode, "What do you mean? Does he not approve of this or something?"
Allelujah shook his head quickly and made a little noise in his throat like he was dying, pressing his hands further onto his face as if to erase himself.
"It's… he… keeps making background commentary."
Lockon did not understand, "Like what?"
Allelujah chanced a mortified glance, "Like telling me I'm doing it all wrong and that this is how I should do you—it, I mean! He keeps mentioning … handcuffs," he returned his hands to their rightful place guarding his skin from the frying rays of the fluorescent lighting.
"Oh." Well. That explained a lot. He supposed his next challenge was to get Allelujah to listen to Hallelujah, since it sounded like his little alter-ego knew something or the other.
Review. And for goodness's sake, someone who can go further with this, please do. I mean... the possibilities are endless as to how Hal's interference can be played out :)