The Seven Stages of a Relationship
Summary: Ghostwriter has read books on relationships. He's written them. But he's never actually had a relationship. So when Technus turns up at his library one day, Ghostwriter isn't quite sure what to expect.
Warnings: Gay love/yaoi/slash/male x male action! No like, no read. There's also enough fluff in this to choke to death on, so be careful, okay?
A/N: Gahh, sorry for the uber slow update, but school is busy sucking at the moment. So yeah. Blame my weekend full of homework. And my week full of schoolwork. (Bleh.) And flu. (More bleh.) And general procrastination. (*Is brick'd*)
Anyways, thanks to The-Other-Ghostwriter, AnhyrMoonstar, and xXxMartelxXx for reviewing.
Chapter 4 - First Kiss
It was now two weeks since Nicolai had asked Andrew out on a date. Since then, they had been to Ibiza for the night (Don't ask; Nicolai's idea), gone to see a performance of Shakespears 'Loves Labours Lost' (Andrew's choice) and been to a few comunal areas of the Ghost Zone together. Of course, the tech-ghost had insisted on holding the novelists hand the whole time, which at first was mortifying for the shyer of the two. Thankfully, by the fifteenth time someone had given the two curious glances, Ghostwriter was over most of his embarassment and more interested in the conversation he was having with Technus, and he got less and less concerned about what the humans might have thought of them being together.
Sitting in his library, Andrew was typing up a new chapter of his latest novel on his Typewriter - which was not going well. The keys kept jamming, which was irritating the writer to no end. Fighting not to throw the contraption out of the window (through the wall, more like), Andrew stood, grabbing his empty mug, heading for the kitchen. Nothing helped sooth his temper better than a fresh cup of hot chocolate. Placing his cup down next to the kettle, he poured water into it, flicking the switch and leaning against the worktop waiting for the water to boil.
A knock on the door brought Ghostwriter out of his stupor. Walking through the corridors, he made his way to the door, looking through the window before opening it.
"Hi," the novelist smiled, as Nicolai walked in. "I wasn't expecting you to come round today."
Technus smirked. "I thought I'd surprise you. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
Snorting, Andrew closed the door, heading back to his hot chocolate. "Depends on the surprise. Are you planning on dragging me out somewhere to be 'sociable'?"
"Weeeeeell ... I was hoping ... "
"Hope again. I detest those ghosts."
"Awwwh, come on! It's Ember's Deathday! Everyone goes to her parties!" Nicolai said, pouting.
"Everyone except me," Andrew scowled.
"But you're invited! You can go if you want!"
"Which is precisely my point. I. Don't. Want. To. Go," snapped the writer, spooning various things into his mug before pouring hot water in, mixing it. Still pouting, the techno-ghost wrapped his arms around the smaller mans waist, resting his head on Andrews shoulder.
"Pleeeeeease?" Nicolai whined. Scowling, Andrew pressed his fingers to his temples. He was so going to regret this later ...
"Why did I let you talk me into this?"
"Because of my charming personality and witty sense of humour," Nicolai replied with a smirk.
"You must be thinking of someone else," grumbled Andrew, landing infront of a huge building that looked somewhat like an abandoned warehouse despite the flashing lights in the windows and the music blaring through the walls. Grinning, Technus pushed open the door and entered, pulling the unwilling ghost behind him.
"Technus! Glad to see you could make it!" called a baritone voice as the pair entered.
"Skulker! Taking a break from trying to skin that Ghost Boy?" the techno-ghost snickered, an innuendo thinly veiled in that comment. Snorting, Skulker turned and noticed Andrew for the first time. Raising an eyebrow at the shorter man, he looked back at Technus.
"I didn't think you'd be able to persuade him to leave his Library. Ever." The mech grinned. Andrew blushed, partially with embarrassment, but most of it was nervousness. Did the whole Ghost Zone know that he and Nicolai were ... involved? Skulker nodded sagely. "Nic told me you two bumped into each other after he got on the wrong side of Plasmius and you've become good friends." Fighting not to collapse with relief, 'Writer nodded, trying not to shake.
"Well, you could say that, yeah ... "
"It's good to see you outside of your Library for once! I'll be seeing you later, I need to go make sure the deathday girl's okay." And with that Skulker left, completely missing the huge sigh that came from Andrew. Nicolai sniggered.
"You thought I'd told him, didn't you?" the techno-ghost smirked.
"Yes, I did!" the smaller man hissed back venomously. "You haven't told anyone, have you?" he asked, glaring suspiciously at the green ghost, who just snorted.
"Skulker might be my closest friend, but I don't tell him everything about my life, much like I wouldn't expect him to tell me everything about his." Technus paused for a second. "Not that it stop him, mind." He shrugged. "No matter. Let's go get something to drink!" he announced, grabbing the novelists wrist and dragging him over to the bar.
Practically sweatdropping as he looked at the drink menu, Andrew pushed it away, grimacing. "I don't really want anything alcoholic ... I have a really low tolerance for ecto-alcohol ... " he muttered.
"Oh, come on! One drink won't do you any harm!" Nicolai grinned flinging his arm around 'Writers shoulders. "Not to mention - it's a party! Live a little!" He snickered slightly at his own joke.
Again, Andrew got the feeling he was going to regret this big time. "ONE drink, no more, alright?" he said, caving in (in his opinion) far too easily.
"Great. I'll order for you, okay?" Technus said, grinning in an almost evil fashion. Before 'Writer could complain, the bartender had floated over and Nicolai had pointed to something on the menu, still grinning broadly. "Two please."
As soon as the guy was out of earshot, Andrew grabbed Technus and pulled him down so he could hiss in his ear. "What did you order?" he glared.
"Nothing bad, just two of something I used to drink all the time, alright? They're fine. I never died from one," the techno-ghost smirked. Letting go of the taller mans shoulder as the bartender came over, he looked at the drink suspiciously. It was a mix of bright green, electric blue and glowing red liquids, one on top of the other. Nicolai grabbed his immediately and took a large gulp then grinned. "See? Nothing bad."
Still suspicious, Andrew sipped it and was pleasantly surprised. The drink was sweet, almost to the point of bitterness, but in a very addicting way. Feeling a bit more confident, he took a larger sip. Technus smirked again. "That's more like it!"
Within ten minutes, both of them had finished their third drink.
"Come on, lets go dance!" the green ghost exclaimed suddenly, grabbing Andrew's wrist and tugging him towards the dance floor, the novelist having much less reserve about it now than he would have fifteen minutes ago.
The pair staggered onto the dance floor, Andrew a lot more giggley than his partner, and they started to sway to the music, no one in the crowd really paying attention to them. Suddenly 'Writer lurched forwards, flinging his arms around Technus's neck for balance.
"Eh?" the green ghost asked, surprised, but in a nice way.
"The room's spinning again ... " Andrew slurred out, his eyes unfocused. In the back of his mind he knew there must have been a lot more alcohol in the drinks than he realised. He cursed whoever it was that decided that it was best to hide the taste of alcohol so you had no idea how much you'd had to drink. He looked up at Nicolai, who was smirking down at him. "Wipe that smirk off your face, mister!" he said accusingly, jabbing a finger into the taller mans chest.
"Make me," Technus snorted, still smirking.
"I will!" Without any warning at all, Andrew jumped up and pressed his lips firmly to Nicolais, mentally celebrating as he felt the green ghost's jaw slacken. A second later, said ghost had wrapped his arms around the novelist's slim waist and was kissing back fiercely. The pair were so caught up in each other they failed to notice that everyone had stopped dancing or chatting to stare at them in disbelief.
Breaking away from Technus, Andrew looked at him triumphantly. "I told you I would," he grinned before promptly collapsing unconsious into the shocked ghost's arms.
'Well,' Nicolai thought, looking around at everyone, before picking up his partner, bridal style (Of course), and carrying him through the crowds, heading for his Lab. 'It was good for a first kiss.'
A/N: *Snickers* Sorry. Drunken Andrew was just so much fun to write. I love how different he is when you feed him ecto-alcohol. And I'm writing this in school instead of dooing homework or other mundane things such as studying. So celebrate. AND I FINALLY GOT IT UP, SO DON'T KILL ME, ALRIGHT? Not as long as I would have liked it to be, but I got stuck. *Cries* BUT, I'm working on some other things too, so yeah. I should have a Dan/Clockwork oneshot or two coming out soon, so stay tuned. (They're for older readers only, sorry. *Smirk*)