Hey there, everyone~! Just so you know, me and my co-writer were discussing what we want to happen in this fic, and we have determined that it might get kid of long, so sorry in advance if it does ^^''

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The mere thought about exploring with Dirk was enough to make Jake explode on the inside, and it took all of his self-control to stay seated on the bed instead of jumping up and declaring that they get started right away. However, he couldn't help but hug Dirk quickly before letting go at the sound of the buzzing phone. An eyebrow rose in curiosity as he saw the other frown and heard him sigh. "Who was it?" he asked softly, wondering just who would be pestering Dirk at the moment.

"Well, apparently I didn't notice my phone go off earlier, when Roxy messaged me. . . I think she passed out drunk on her keyboard now though, since the last thing I got from her was a key-smash. Dave's messaging me now." He didn't want to be rude to his brother, but he'd rather spend time talking to his boyfriend, then focusing his attention on his phone.

"I'll answer him later." he added, before pulling the green eyed boy close once more.

"That explains why she didn't message me back, then... By golly, she needs to stop drinking so much. It's bad for her..." he mumbled the last part before blinking slowly at the mention of Dave. "Oh, the younger version of your older brother from another universe? Shouldn't you-" The gentlemanly suggestion that Dirk should answer his brother disappeared promptly when he was pulled closer, his head leaning on the blond's shoulder in reflex. His arms loosely wrapped around the Texan's torso again, and a relaxed smile made its presence known on the adventurer's face.

"What were you talking about with Rox? Anything interesting?" Dirk nuzzled the dark hair on top of English's head before speaking again. "And if it's really that important, if my AR's not going to be a dumbass, it'll respond." He breathed in deeply, taking in the adventurer's scent. "You smell nice. . . " The scent was almost intoxicating to him, kind of like a drug, and he was addicted.

"Mm? Oh, nothing much, honestly. Just a few trivial things like movies and such," he answered. Although, really, it was kind of the half-truth. Yes, they did talk about things that Jake said they did, but she also asked when the hell he was going to 'grow smoe balss and tell drik how he fetl'. At the mention of AR, Jake couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. Ah, that lovely Auto-Responder... The same AR that he usually talked to when Dirk was in the shower or something and the same AR that took him forever to figure out wasn't Dirk. "I smell nice? Strider, you must be a loon. You smell nicer than I do at the moment!" he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of the blond's neck to take in his scent. It was just so... Dirk. Really, there was no other way to describe it.

Dirk almost sighed in relief when he heard that Roxy didn't mention anything about him. The girl did know a lot about him. . . Probably more than she should. . . He did, however, chuckle slightly when jake rolled his eyes. "My AR has gotten me out of some pretty bad situations before." He pulled the bespeckled boy onto his lap, resting his chin on the other's shoulder so he could take in more of the other's scent. "To me, you smell mighty fine." He froze slightly, when he heard his accent slip out. It sometimes happened when he let down his guard. He then proceeded to nuzzle the other's neck, hiding his face that was now flushed pink from embarrassment.

"I don't doubt that. But it took me an awfully long time to distinguish you from that blasted AR contraption of yours," he said with a small huff, just barely managing to keep his cheeks from flushing as he was pulled onto Dirk's lap. By jove, he was strong... His eyes widened just a bit at the revealed accent, before he smiled and nuzzled the blond again with a soft chuckle making its way through his throat. "No need to be embarrassed, Strider. I find your accent quite attractive," he said softly.

"My accent's annoying and I hate it." Dirk inwardly pouted, acting a bit childish. He continued nuzzling for a second, before feeling his glasses poke Jake's cheek slightly. He brought his head up, frowning at him. "Sorry. . . My shades are a bit bulky. . . " He heard his phone buzz a few more times, meaning that someone was spamming him with messages. So his AR wouldn't cooperate today while staying on his face today . . . He sighed and took his AR off, leaving his eyes closed, before going back to nuzzling the ravenette's neck.

"Your accent is no where near annoying, chap." Jake was not going to let Dirk get away with calling his glorious Texan accent annoying when it was far from it. Once he felt the glasses poke him in the cheek, he closed one eye but laughed a little nonetheless. "They are a bit bulky, yes, but they suit you, Strider," he murmured as he heard the other's phone go off again. "You don't think you should be answering whoever's messaging you? Isn't that a bit... Ungentlemanly?" Seeing AR removed was, to English, an absolute miracle in of itself... Although, he couldn't help the small huff and the very slight pout that came across his face as Dirk kept his eyes closed to hide the no doubtly brilliant color that lie beneath his eyelids and, despite the nuzzles, the slight pout didn't leave the adventurer's face even as he returned the affectionate action.

"I'll let my AR handle the messages. I just want to be with you. Apparently it's not going to respond to any messages unless its not being worn today." He continued nuzzling, pondering what he was going to do. He then turned his head and smirked against Jake's neck, before innocently nibbling slightly on it. He was half afraid that by doing so, he was moving their relationship along too fast for the other, but he wouldn't do anything the other didn't want him to.

The 'I just want to be with you' comment was enough to shut Jake up about Dirk not answering the messages himself. God, he really knew what to say, didn't he? Upon being able to feel the smirk spread across his boyfriend's lips, he was about to question what it was all about before the nibble sent a pleasant shiver down his spine and he had to keep his cheeks from flushing. He said absolutely nothing against it, but instead tilted his head slightly to offer just a bit more of his neck to the other.

Dirk's smirk grew slightly as he felt the other expose more of his neck. He nibbled and sucked at the same spot until he was sure he had left a mark. He then began raising his head, grabbing his shades and putting them back on his face while smirking at the other.

Jake couldn't help the few moans that slipped past his lips thanks to the work of Dirk Strider. Well, it wasn't like he had to work very hard, anyway, since he was not used to that type of affection at all. By the time the blond stopped, the adventurer's cheeks and ears were tinted a rather dark shade of red. Despite his blushing face, he huffed at both the smirk and the shades that were put back onto the other's face to hide his eyes. "I didn't expect you to mark me up so soon Strider," he said teasingly, punching him in the arm lightly with a very small smile.

Dirk continued smirking when he saw Jake's blushing face. He was just so adorable like that, especially with the slight pout on his face. "You didn't seem to mind me marking you, so I did." He had taken to ignoring his phone, for now, making a mental note to take a look at it later. For now, he just pulled his boyfriend close and cuddled him.

"Of course I didn't mind it. If I did, I would have told you," he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of Dirk's neck once more to try and hide his face until the blush faded, which probably wouldn't be for a little while. Staying silent for a few seconds, he worded his question carefully. "Dirk... Why do you wear your sunglasses all the time?" he asked softly, hoping that he wouldn't be treading on a sensitive subject or something like that by asking.

Dirk nuzzled Jake's black hair, before tensing slightly at the question. He knew it was going to come up at some point, and there was no way of avoiding it. "Well, I have to keep my AR on me whenever I can." He was still going to try to avoid it. After all, the few people who he did show his eyes to in the past. . . He didn't really get along with anymore. . . Besides his brother, of course.

Hearing his answer mixed with the fact that Dirk tensed slightly, Jake knew automatically that the answer he was given wasn't entirely true but only true to a certain extent. Slowly, he lifted his head and gave the other a kiss on the cheek and decided to change the subject for now. "I still don't understand how you managed to change a pair of sunglasses into one of your machines without making the glasses extremely thick. It's genius," he said softly, tilting his head a little with a curious look. Really, he thought that the glasses would be just a little bit thicker from the technology, but they were just as thin as ordinary sunglasses, just a bit darker.

"It's pretty easy, actually. You'd be surprised how small you can make a computer chip and how thin you can make a computer screen. These shades also have pesterchum on them, so I can respond to people on here." He did sometimes, too, but with the text blocking his eyesight, it was hard to see where he was going, so he usually left pesterchum off. The AR was one of his older devices, however, and he was debating remaking them to be slightly easier to see out of.

"Wow... But how do you respond to people using your glasses? I mean, do you talk and it automatically types what you say or is there a holographic keyboard or does it just read your mind?" he asked, fascinated with the technology of Dirk's glasses. Really, the most technological advanced thing he had was his skull top but it was an entire helmet, not thin sunglasses. Really, the only time he saw sunglasses or any type of regular glasses that thin with computers in them were in movies, so it was an absolute delight to be able to see something like that for real.

"It's sort of a mixture between it reading my mind, and my AR, actually. If I turn pesterchum on, it'll pretty much type out what I'm thinking, but the thoughts that are supposed to stay in my head, do." If he had made his shades to just read his mind, a lot of shit would've been said to various people that shouldn't have. Hell, his feelings for Jake would've been out there a long while back if that were the case. "The shades only work for me though, so if you were to put them on and turn on pesterchum, my AR would just kick in."

"That's some pretty amazing technology you have there, then," he said with a smile. "You sound like you're able to build just about anything you set your mind to." Jake's head tilted a little bit at this thought and he chuckled softly. "Your glasses are about as amazing as that robot you sent me - which I still haven't been able to beat in a single strife," he said with a sigh, almost disappointed in this fact. "You would think I would be able to beat him at least once already, but he's too good..." he mumbled, crossing his arms.

Suddenly, Dirk started shaking in a very un-striderlike silent snicker. "That might've been because I've been updating the robot after every few strifes you have with it to make it harder to beat. I made it so I was able to control it from my computer." He had fun messing around with Jake through the robot when he couldn't mess around with him himself. He also enjoyed the video footage the robot sent him of Jake, but. . . no one needs to know about that.

"You have?! By jove, I thought that I just wasn't improving like you wanted me to!" he said with a playful glare, punching him lightly in the arm. "I bet that robot of yours isn't as easy to beat in a strife as you are, though," he said with a very small, almost unnoticeable smirk. The tone that he spoke in was casual, although if one paid attention enough, they could tell that there was a slight underlying tone of challenge put to his words.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, English. I'm a pretty good fighter, after all. I'm fast, too." Dirk returned that punch in the arm with his own, before pulling them both back to lie on the bed. "Not today, though. It's getting late, and time travel gives me a fucking headache."

"Don't tell me you can flash step like that confounded robot you sent me..." he mumbled with a very small groan. Oh, how he hated that ability. Not only did it make it twenty times harder to fight the damn robot, it scared the crap out of him every time said bot chose to randomly show up to strife. But, once he was pulled down with Dirk and he shifted a bit to get comfortable, he nodded and just now realized how late it was and how tired he became. "Alright. I'll show you around tomorrow and maybe we'll get some exploring in," he said with a soft yawn, taking his glasses off and reaching over Dirk to put them on his bedside table as his eyes slipped closed. "Good night, Strider..." he said softly.

"Actually, I can flash step. I'm better at it then my robot too." It was the ability that he praised himself for. It made everything so much easier for him, and it made strifes a breeze. He snuggled close to the other boy, before turning off the lights and his phone, kissing the other chastely, and taking off his shades, making sure to close his eyes, in case there was any light that caught them. "Night, English.

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Ayazi: D'awww~ You two are so cute~
Jake: -reading over the newly typed out part- And you are a very big . . . What's the word, Strider?
Dirk: Cockblock. She's a huge, stubborn cockblock.
Ayazi: -huffs- Well, reviews fuel my smut-writting skills and I kind of used up all my skills on that intermission me and Ember decided to do for fun. -bricked-
Dirk: Not cool, man. I better be getting some action soon.
Ayazi: Well, you'll be getting some pretty soon IF REVIEWS ARE READILY AVAILABLE FOR ME TO USE AS FUEL. Also, if anyone can tell me the pattern I use for uploading chapters on this fanfiction, I will write them a fanfic of their choice. Any pairing, any type. You can even give me a starter plot. There will be three winners. The first person will get up to three chapters, the second, two, and the third, one.
Jake: Please review. I want my Strider.