Wow okay, the format goes a bit crazy here.

Text portions are going to be bold in one part, while thoughts are in italics and clipped between ' blah blah words here'. Hopefully that clears things up for you guys!

Also, ONE DAY I WILL FOLLOW MY OWN UPDATE SCHEDULE- hrgh.

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Chiming pulled the German man from his mind wandering, he casually plucking his phone from his pocket as he reclined into his seat. He raising the phone above his face, letting his hand drop back to the bed as he used his powers to keep the phone levitating. A message from Eddie settled on the screen, the man's odd and terrible writing hard to miss.

yo, sasha im back in town!

Sasha had to chuckle, he shifting where he lay as he brought his hands back up to type a response.

Welcome back, Mr. Riggs. Are you free to hang out?

yeah! lets make it happen man

He chuckled a little at the enthusiasms, able to mentally picture Eddie's voice saying that. How does Saturday sound?

epic see you at the bar?

One day, he'd teach Eddie how to actually text, use punctuation and capitalize letters. One day.

Yes. How about we meet at 7?

hell yeah. we'll make this happen!

Sasha smiled at the text, he resting the phone against his chest as he peered at his clock by his bedside. Sighing a little when he realized he had to get up and get dressed or he was going to miss his shift.

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He idly tapped his pen against his desk as he turned the page of what he was reading. Sasha realizing with some distaste he had lost his spot by this point. He had to sigh a little, marking the top of the page with a squiggle for later reading as he rolled his chair away from his desk. He feeling to lazy to just get up and walk over to the couch as he easily transferred over. He flopping onto the worn fabric and stretching out. He sliding his shoes off, not caring where they landed as he shifted to lay on his side. Sasha using his arm as a pillow as he relaxed for now. He only moving again to take off his sunglasses, TK-ing them over to his desk to avoid accidentally breaking them.

He would levitate his coffee over in a moment, for now he was comfortable. He had most of his work done for the day, so he wasn't feeling worried about rushing through this packet. At worst he'd have to pick up where he left off tomorrow.

He briefly spared his desk a glance before letting his eyes close. His mind wandering as he lay on the couch, he curling into the recesses of his mind with a confident ease.

Some part of him was curious of where the sudden sexual dreams had come from. He certainly wasn't averse to it happening occasionally, nor the affect it had on him. It wasn't a new feeling to Sasha, he had been a teenager once upon a time after all. He certainly hadn't had penetrative sex back then due to not really wanting to take the risks that came with it. With what vague knowledge he had at the time, he assumed most sexual contact lead to some kind of disease. He hadn't been willing to somehow contract something when he was already homeless to begin with.

'I'm not that young anymore,' He mused to himself as he slowed his breathing to take the tension out of his shoulders. 'Not that it is a bad thing, I just don't know how to deal with it. I'm not used to, a sudden libido.'

He easily moved to cover his eyes with his arm, the added darkness certainly welcome, even if it wasn't perfect as he could see edges of the light seeping past where his arm lay. 'Maybe Milla was right, maybe I just needed to relax into things?' He licked his bottom lip, noting it was chapped as he let his mind continue to wander as it pleased. 'She was confident I could, I should trust her confidence more often. Even if it still is, much to strange,' He was comforted by the thought of Milla being right. He trusted her judgement for a reason. Even if she could be pushy about his tendency to keep to himself, he certainly couldn't fault her motivations. She usually always had what was best for him in mind.

'Are those dreams because of her?' He idly felt out where the chapstick was on his desk, TK-ing it over to his waiting palm as he moved again. Applying the balm to his chapped lips with a frown. 'Because of what we've done? Why do I need to rely on them so much to stay erect when we're having sex?'

What comfort lay in his chest was disrupted by that, he popping the cap back onto the lip balm and levitating it back to its usual place. 'No. Of course they're of her. Who else would they be about? I love her. I love her. We're supposed to be together…'

Maybe laying down wasn't for the best. He rose from where he lay, moving back to his desk. He sliding his sunglasses back on as he settled into his chair. Sasha doing his best to pretend he hadn't had that uncomfortable thought wedge itself into the corner of his mind.

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He wasn't quite sure when it had become ritual for the two of them to congregate at the bar down the block from the Psyhonauts headquarters. It just seemingly happened. Eddie would meet him at the door and they would head in. Taking up two bar stools at the end of the bar and conversing amongst themselves. Bars usually weren't places Sasha particularly enjoyed. He'd much rather be at home reading than in such a messy place. He wasn't too bothered by the change honestly, not when Eddie was an honest reliable source of friendship. A solid beacon who wasn't tied into office politics or willing to push him into being overly truthful. Eddie let things be, this was something Sasha appreciated.

It was relaxing to just sit there and talk about nothing.

He found himself laughing a little as he smiled back at Eddie. "Are you always this articulate?"

"I try," The roadie said with a laugh of his own, he hiding his smirk behind a swig of beer. His gaze drifted across bar, brows going on as he lightly nudged Sasha. "Look at her, man. Holy shit,"

The German man blinked a little, peering over at the tall brunette woman down the bar from them. Her hair was pulled into a loose sloppy pony tail, her features were soft to some degree, it only off set by her firm chin and dark eyes. She looked like a metal head, dressed in all black clothing with the red painted on her lips really being the only color.

"She certainly is, attractive," He finished lamely back. Unsure as to why felt so conflicted suddenly. "Are you interested-?"

"Yeah, kinda," Eddie offered her a friendly nod back, "but I'm hangin' out with you, hot chicks can wait,"

"If you're interested, go ahead. We've been here for nearly two hours talking, Mr. Riggs," He sipped at his drink again, trying to hide his uncertainty, failing tremendously at it. "If you want to go have fun, go ahead, I don't want to cramp your style"

"Uh, I'm already havin' fun, you aren't exactly crampin' my style, Sasha." He offered back, his brow going up at Sasha's words. "I can always find her again later, dude. I think she's a regular anyway,"

"I insist, I've been making it hard for you to really go on dates after all," He was able to control his tone this time, pushing a farce happiness to the surface as he smiled playfully back at Eddie. His farce made the roadie pause uncertainly, he looking at Sasha solidly for a moment as if gauging his reaction. "Alright- just, here," He pulled out a 20 dollar bill passing it to the smaller man. "For cab fair, better than goin' by bus at this time of night,"

"Thank you," He reluctantly accepted the money, he awkwardly voicing what he'd do next as he stayed seated. "I'll leave when I finish my drink,"

Eddie seemingly didn't notice the awkward or wasn't about to call him on it. "Yeah, makes sense," He finishing his own drink, rising from his seat at the bar. "Wish me luck, man." He patting Sasha on the shoulder before making his way down the bar to the brunette woman.

Sasha simply stared into his drink, a cold weight settled at the bottom of his stomach as he pursed his lips. He eventually glancing up to catch the woman laughing at something Eddie said, resting her hand over the top of the roadie's own. Almost naturally lacing fingers with Eddie's own. The action was almost graceful, perfect. The furthest point from his and Milla's interactions. The roadie easily able to playfully kiss her knuckles as he said something else to make her go red.

Frustration swelled in Sasha as he chugged his drink, rising from his seat. Ignoring the burn in the back of his throat as he strode over to the public phone tucked in the corner of the bar. He roughly dialing the phone number listed for cabs. Very intently focused on the gibberish written on the wooden inner panels of the phone booth.

"Speck Cabs and taxi's, how can we help you today?"

"I'd like a cab," He bit out more angrily than he intended.

"…Of course sir, where to?"

The German man sighed, wilting a little against the wooden panel, "Sorry, I, need one sent for Michael's Pub?" He rattled a street address off for added information as he stole a glance back at Eddie and the woman. She was making Eddie laugh now, whatever she said warranted such an eased reaction. She pressed a kiss against Eddie's cheek, playfully batting her eye lashes back at the roadie.

"Right away, sir. Please wait outside and we'll send a cab your way,"

"Thank you, have a good evening," He almost robotically answered back, hanging up the phone as he headed outside. He could stand to be in the bar any longer. It suddenly felt too hot in here, too stifling and uncomfortable.

Even with the chill from the crisp February air did little to make him feel less like he was in a sauna. He crossing his arms heatedly across his chest as he stared straight ahead. His lips pulled into a frown as he tried to place what this feeling was.

He only pieced it together when he finally sat down in the cab, buckling in as he stared out the window of the car.

Jealousy. He was jealous. He realization only made his stomach lurch. He clutching at the fabric of his blaze, blankly staring out the window as the cab bumped along. He barely noticing when the car came to a stop, vaguely remembering paying the man and stumbling back towards his home. He felt sick.

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His breath shook as he squirmed where he lay, he chewing his bottom lip as the figure looming over him. Gentle laughter sending a small thrill through the green skinned man. He finding himself threading his fingers through the other persons hair. Sasha trying to tug his lover down to him. "Kiss me,"

The demand was met with a warm chuckle, followed by an eager kiss. The green skinned man biting his lover's bottom lips with equal enthusiasms.

Warm lips brushing across the exposed skin. Sasha found himself whimpering as a warm wet tongue moved across the german man's lower belly. The scratch of facial hair making Sasha's skin tingle, he raising his hips upwards encouragingly to the man above him.

"Eddie-"

He jerked awake in surprise, his heart hammering against his chest as he clutched at his blankets. "Oh no- oh no," He awkwardly crossed his legs, able to feel the heat from his groin. He hesitating before resting his palm against the bulge under the blanket covering him. His fingers nervously twitching for a moment as he brushed his fingers across it. His breath shaking as he gave into impulse, dropping his hand under the blanket.

He had to curse, tumbling out of bed making a beeline for his bathroom. Slamming the bathroom door roughly behind him as he turned on the shower.

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