requested by a anon on tumblr: How bout a fic of Habit and Patrick going on a date and spending the whole time trying to out do each other and be the better one?"
Ayy Michael how're you doing?" asked a snarky multilayered voice.
Patrick rolled his eyes up when he heard Habit's voice coming from behind him. Patrick was in his house, Habit shouldn't be in here, but he wasn't surprised to find that he was.
"My name isn't Michael!" Patrick snapped, not bothering to turn around and face Habit. He was busy planning a murder.
"Nahh I know you're not. I'm just fucking with you Patrick." Habit said wandering around into Patrick's field of vision. "What'cha doing? I like your hat." Habit came over and leaned over Patrick's desk blocking the house layout he was studying.
"Habit." Partick complained leaning back in his chair away from Habit's face, which was now too close to his. "I'm planning a murder I need to plan this carefully." Patrick snapped unhappily. Habit scoffed and rolled over so he was half laying on his back on the table.
"Careful is for pansies!" Habit pouted.
"Ya well not all of us are demons who can skip out of a body the moment DNA evidence gets it stuck in jail." Patrick dryly pointed out, rolling his eyes again.
"Well I'm bored. Do you want the help of an immortal demon?" Habit asked grinning widely up at Patrick.
"You want to help me?" Patrick asked raising both his eyebrows.
"Yep. I'll help you get your murdering done quickly if…." Habit said and trailed off, flipping himself back onto his stomach and pushing himself up so their faces were inches apart again. Patrick refused to back down.
"If what?" Patrick asked, he felt like his eyebrows were about to lift off his face. Habit cackled.
"If you'll go on a date with me afterwards." Habit said grinning even wider. How did he do that? That smile was definitely too big for his face.
"Okay." Patrick said grinning back. This was a challenge more than anything and he knew that, but he also knew that they would both have a lot of fun with this.
"Alrighty then let's get going shall we?" Habit asked bouncing back up off the desk and half bowing to Patrick, mockingly holding out his arm as if he was asking a lady to dance.
"Yes let's." Patrick joked back, completely unfazed. "I need to kill Ashley Kinsley."
"Oh ya?" Habit asked raising one eyebrow. "What has she done to you."
"Nothing yet." Patrick scowled.
"Got it, time is weird." Habit said then snapped his fingers. Everything blinked out in a burst of warping static and then they were in a small room. Patrick could hear Ashley's voice outside of, what he assumed must be, the closet. He started forward snarling but Habit pulled him back so Patrick's back was pressed against Habit's chest. "She's not alone. Are you ready for the game?" Habit growled, Patrick grinned and nodded.
"Well then." Habit murmured and snapped his fingers again. This time an axe appeared in his hands and he offered it to Patrick. "Let's play." Patrick and Habit burst out of the closet. Immediately Patrick spotted Ashley and lunged at her while Habit leapt onto the biggest guy in the room, summoning a knife from nowhere.
Over an hour later the house was silent except Habit and Patrick's panting breaths.
Habit was covered in blood, Patrick had managed to keep it off his shirt for the most part, he hated stains. He looked Habit over appraisingly, he couldn't help appreciate the way Habit looked covered in blood. Even better than usual. Patrick wouldn't admit it though.
"You're sloppy." Patrick said instead.
"Well fuck you too." Habit scoffed grinning at Patrick in a way that made him uncomfortable. "But sometimes it's fun to get a bit messy don't you think?" He asked sidling up to Patrick, his eyes half lidded and his smile seductive.
"Don't you dare." Patrick croaked, his throat suddenly dry. "You'll get blood on this shirt and I hate stains." He was mildly surprised when Habit pulled back pouting.
"Okay." Habit said shrugging unhappily. "I guess I'm supposed to take you out for dinner first anyway huh?" Habit asked, his smile slowly returning.
"That's how it works." Patrick agreed grinning back.
"Well then let's hop to it!" Habit said. This time Patrick was prepared when Habit grabbed him and the world fuzzed out around them. When it came back in, they were both standing in a very nice looking restaurant. Patrick looked down at himself and realized he was wearing one of his favorite suits. Shaking his head exasperatedly he looked back at Habit.
"Really?" He asked sarcastically. "I'm going to be missing about a week when I get home aren't I?"
"You know how it works." Habit asked and held up two fingers to the waiter who came to seat them. He nodded and led them to a table. Once they were there Habit ordered wine for both of them. A very good kind Patrick couldn't help but notice when it arrived.
"I wouldn't have given you credit for good taste." Patrick said grinning mockingly and leaning forward on the table.
"I'm hundreds of years old, I've been around a few times. Have a bit more faith that I know a good thing when I come across it." If there had been any missing the flirtation, Habit cleared it up by lifting his glass to Patrick. Patrick wished he could claim he didn't blush.