five-hundred pounds, THIRTY REPS [[damian]]

[jax xavier halestone]

Jax removed himself from his enormous weight bench as their instructor signaled the end of class. He had been doing some light, toning work up until then, doing a few hundred pounds multiple times, at about thirty repetitions. He loved being a demon, although he did scare a few of the human girls in his class, lifting all of that weight, but that didn't really matter. During weight-lifting, most of the demons stuck together, most being able to lift excessively over the normal amount. Yet, as Jax finished up, he lifted himself from the bench and began moving towards the locker room. He situated himself beneath his gym shorts and lifted his tanktop to wipe the sweat off of his face. He then smiled as he turned to watch a few of those human girls giggle at his tattoo. He loved the thoughts that would fill their heads with.

He continued walking, that smirk plastered on his face as he swung through the doors and headed towards his locker. They were breaking for lunch, so his next class wouldn't be for another two hours. He had time to shower at least. Reaching the bench in front of his locker, he opened the metal frame, pulling out a towel and his change of clothes. He left the hooks empty for his dirty clothes as he placed the fresh ones on a shelf halfway down the locker. Pulling off his tanktop and sliding it into the locker, Jax sat down, working off his shoes and ankle socks. Stashing them away too, Jax finished up by removing his shorts and boxers and heading for the showers, his towel draped over his shoulder. He tried not to laugh as a few people stared, mostly at his tattoo.

Reaching the showers, he hung his towel up and went for a showerhead. Turning it on, he splashed under it, soaking in the water for a few good minutes. He loved walking through the lockerrooms naked, showing off his tattoo and other things to his classmates. It gave him ideas of who he could potentially fuck around with. Usually he would do so drunk, but certain things he just deemed 'guys hanging out.' He had fun, and he didn't consider himself gay or bisexual, just open. He really only had feelings for girls, namely Bella, so he didn't have to worry about anything. Shutting the shower off, Jax grabbed his towel and did an initial 'dry-off,' mostly getting his lower body. Then as he continued towards his locker, he dealt with his upper body and head. He was pretty much dry as he reached his locker, wrapping his towel around his lower torso.

[damian vito rivera]

Gym, is hell, and the gym teacher is the devil, or a crazy military guy always yelling for you to do more, it’s hot, you sweat, then you ache. Why would anyone wanna get all hot and sweaty with people all around staring at you as you moved, now if someone really wanted to get to doing something and get all hot and sweaty, hitting the sheets sounds pretty damn good. Well that’s what Damian thinks at the least. He hated gym with a passion, if he could kill gym he would of by now, probably ten times if he could that is. But he can’t so instead of changing into some gym sweats, run, crawl and jump like he’s some circus dog he decided to just stay in the locker room, plotting, reading, drawing oh and you cant forget smoking!

And that’s what he was doing at this exact, as some of the students here love going to gym and working out and letting the sweat run all down your soon to be aching body with people staring at you like your some hot model, he sat in the locker room, sitting on one of the benches in the back away from the people, with his back against the lockers, his knees up balancing a book and a cigarette in his left hand and his right hand about to turn to the next page of this horror thriller about a killer who rapes his victims, it’s from his point of view and hell did Damain love this book! One of his favs by far! Damian smiled to himself as he inhaled the last of his cig slowly enjoying the taste of the carcinogens slowly eating away at his lungs, like it mattered to him anyway.

Damian is usually the only one in the locker room but it was slowly turning into the end to the period and then it would be time for another class and that class had his friends the wolfe brothers and Saphira, he was excited he missed them. Oh well he rolled his eyes when he heard the sound of someone in the locker room as well, Damian waited till he heard the sound of the showers start and he dropped the still light but of his cig where all the ash was and stepped on it as he placed his leg down, he put his book in his backpack and stood up fully to his proud 5’1 body. Hey being short had plenty of advantages. But oh well, he started to head out of the locker room till he noticed Jax, he was ok with him, when he first meet the guy he wasn’t very fond of him like most people. But he was ok. “working out extra hard today Jax?” he asked the other male leaning against the lockers.

[jax xavier halestone]

Jax moved his towel around his body, finishing off his quick drying. It took him probably half of the time it took humans to dry after taking a shower, probably because the demonic heat within him. He wasn't exceptionally hot, like some demons. In fact, if it wasn't completely rediculous, Jax would start a movement to redefine demons. Jax had never thrown fireballs, nor had he visited hell before. Sure he enjoyed a little suffering and was an ass to most people, but he did it kind-heartedly. He was just informing them that their existance just bothered him, along with most other people. He was warning them, doing them a favor. Jax was just a fallen angel; he had faded scars to prove it.

Either way, Jax found the point irrelevent. He shrugged it off and threw his towel to the side, pulling his clothes from the shelf he had previously set them upon. Stepping over the bench between him and the locker, he pulled his flip-flops out also, stashing his shoes back inside of the locker. He never actually wore shoes except for in gym, so he wouldn't need them; and, if he did, they were easily accesible. His towel he hung in place of his dirty clothes, which he had pulled out to wash. He turned around to start dressing when he heard a relatively familiar voice near him. He looked up to find Damian standing near him. Jax pulled his body up from reaching for his clothes and nodded in recognition. By now he ignored the fact that he was entirely a foot taller than the boy.

"Hey Damian, skip gym class again?" Jax then stepped back over the bench, not having enough room to dress wedged in between the lockers and slab of cold wood. He reached down for his boxers as he turned towards the boy. "Nah, I barely did anything. I didn't feel like getting too sweaty today," Jax said, stepping into his white boxers, one leg and then the other, adjusting himself after he had finished, "What were you up to while you missed our lovely class?" Jax chuckled and moved on to his jeans. He hated the class itself, but liked lifting weights. He would have to take up Damian's practice of skipping class once they moved on to running in class. Come to think of it, he rarely, if ever saw Damian in class.

Damian and a few of his friends confused Jax, but he didn't have a problem with them. He liked them and everything, partying with a few of them occasionally. Jax was just a more outgoing and open person. He was easy to read and thought of himself as easy to understand. He didn't mind other people who were more reserved outside of their inner circles, like Damian seemed, in fact, he was friends with a few of them. They were cool to hang out with every now and then, but Jax preferred people like Bella and some edgier outgoing people on various other occasions. Overall he did like Damian and knew when it was demonic partying time, he had people to go occasionally hang out with.

[damian vito rivera]

Damian let a smile spread across his face when Jax asked if he skipped class again, his emotionless eyes sparkled with mischief “why yes, yes I did” he said to him as he watched him started to get dressed, Damian will admit he was bi but he wont admit it to people he’s not tight with. He likes what he likes and that’s that. Nothing can really explain who he is other then a crazy sadistic teen. ”not to sweaty? I never knew you thought of such a thing!” he said acting shocked that Jax had said that. ”well if you must know. I was smoking the whole time while I read a book the a killers eyes and enjoying myself… and let me guess you were lifting weights?” damian said looking over to his locker.

”I mean seriously what does this say to you?” He asked letting his hand rest on the handle of the locker with his name scratched into the front down to the silver under the paint. He pulled open the locker and let out a sigh and looked at the untouched dusty gym clothes with his gym sneakers and spider webs all in it. Damian noticed a packet of his favorite pop tarts and took them out ”no wonder I was so hungry that gym day oh so long ago… I forgot my pop tart!” he said disappointed and ended up tossing them out in to the trash can and shutting the locker once again never to be opened every… well that it till someone other then he opens it.

Damian looked to his neatly filed nails, one of his pet peeves bad nails. That’s another thing he did what he was read and smoking, he painted his nails black, nice and neat. He looked up to the jock and took note of his extremely good body, hey it’s not like he’s drooling over him. But he will admit his mind would think about what he could to with a guy with the kind of body, imagine what else was nice and toned. Damian’s eyes traveled down Jax’s chest stomach and then lower. Till he got all the way down he looked back up to him. He doesn’t normally have friends from the other side… the bright and cherry side of things where everyone is prefect and tanned and toned and all spoke all happy and everything is right in the world…. Please no he doesn’t like perfect people.

”so…. Jax what are you planning on doing now? Since you seem done with gym” Damian asked him. Hey it doesn’t hurt to ask he was pretty bored and he kind of didn’t feel like going to his next class just yet and he knows Jax doesn’t have anything to do for a while, why not do something? Anything to him really sounded good. Eating, drinking, just talking, walking, fucking, drawing…. And so on. He was bored and it was time for some sort of entertainment.

[jax xavier halestone]

Jax laughed as his friend proudly owned up to skipping class. He admired people for their blatant honesty, no matter how menial the facts were. He shoved his hands down his pants subconciously, a habit that Jax had formed from who knows how long ago. He thought about it one day and figured out it stemmed from his high school football career in his initial, normal life. Something about a jock and adjusting oneself just seemed to mesh. Besides, jax didn't really care, especially in the guy's locker room. He wasn't the only one to do it anyway. Jax then again laughed at Damian's sweat comment. "Yep, between sex and lifting weights, sweat just comes naturally to me." Feeling adjusted enough for now, Jax realized what he was doing and removed his hand, buttoning and zipping his jeans.

Jax fed his belt through the loops on his jeans as he listened to Damian. He nodded at the smoking and listened to the part about the book. Interested, Jax laughed a bit. "Hmm, I've had enough years and enough kills that reading books just don't do it for me anymore. Remind me to tell you about Figueras, 19..." Jax trailed off, trying to remember the year he killed half-a-dozen policemen on a demonic rampage, "...67? That sounds about right. Now that was a good time." He nodded affirmingly and laughed, reaching for his shirt. He lifted it over his head, sliding his arms through the frayed holes he cut from the sleeves, his muscles bulging outward. He clapped his hands on his tomach and began looking around, forgetting where he had put his shoes.

Realizing his flip-flops were right behind him, under the bench, Jax sat down, looking up and Damian showcase is dusty locker. Jax smiled and shook his head, "Nice man," was all he said as he slipped his left foot in the shoe. He gazed into the cobweb-ridden metal frame and then back to his shoe. "Well, if I ever need extra clothes, I guess and could borrow yours. You probably won't be using them anytime soon." jax knew with the foot height difference and the inevitable difference in their waist sizes, Damian's shorts wouldn't contain his lower body. He slid his other shoe on and threw his dirty clothes back in the locker, not feeling like washing them just yet. He would come back to that later.

Jax then rose to his feet, shutting his locker and adjusting his hand-made tanktop over his belt buckle. He then stretched, pulling his arms behind his back, and stepped over the bench. He sat back down, not needing to stand and continue talking to Damian. He figured that would be more awkward to stand until they figured something out to do. So, as Jax took a seat, he cracked his neck and thought. "Well, I have some food and beer in my dorm room. We can go chill there for awhile." He looked up at Damian and gave him a look that said he was waiting for his approval. "And I might have to take care of some stuff, for some reason lifting weights makes me horny as shit." Jax laughed his booming laugh, figuring something with chemicals caused him to get that reaction.

[damian vito rivera]

Damian stood there listening to the other male talk about lifting weights and having sex, that the sweat just comes naturally, well sex comes naturally to most sexually active teens now a days, like himself oh how he loves the feeling, the idea and the ways to do the deed. The first time he had sex was at the age of thirteen with this girl from his other school, it was ok, the girl was kind of annoying and moaning like a crazy cat. But it was fun he enjoyed the feeling of having himself inside of her tight body… just thinking about it makes his excited. Damian just smiled to himself as he thought about wanting sex now. He’ll find someone now or later to deal with his wants. ”I bet it does” He said to him.

Listening to him talk about killing people was interesting, but far different from the way he kills people. Damian smirked, Jax would go on rampages in his demonic form, as Damain would pick someone and plan the kill, slowly he would wait and plot and makes little contraptions to make the killings worse then that they had to be, he missed killing people, he hasn’t killed anyone in what two weeks?! He missed the screams and the smell of someone frightened in his hands, oh how he loves the Squad, best thing that’s happened to him other then coming to this school. ”you enjoy killing people?” Damian said making it sound horrible that he would think such a thing was fun like a sport. Well… maybe it was a sport the only one Damian would do gym for.

His locker was pretty dirty oh well, like he cared if a simple locker was dirty, now if it was his room it would be different, Damain literally had to tape a line down the center of the room cause of his room mate was such a mess. Oh yes, he was one the long list of people Damian needs to find a reason to off with him. He’s warned him time and time again that if his things end up on the line or over the line onto his side he was going to destroy them. Damain’s things had a place and his side was very clean somewhat looking bare with drawings on the walls taped up perfectly, his bed made clothes in the dresser and in the dirty hamper, everything was in order… ”you know… if you even tried on my clothes people would think you just came from the overly gay fairy convention. that’s how tight they would be on you” He snickered at the thought of him as a gay guy.

Damian’s ear perked up to the sound of food and beer?! Ooooh oh how he loved the sound of that! He loves food and he loves alcohol! What a perfect day so far. ”then were off to your room!” he said with his eyes still emotionless. Damian smirked when Jax added when he did weights he got horny maybe he would get laid today. He thought to himself. It wouldn’t be that bad. He’s been fucked by plenty of guys, he likes getting fucked by guys but likes to fuck girls. It seemed like a good process!

[jax xavier halestone]

Jax laughed at Damian's simple response to his sweat comment. However, as Damian posed his next question Jax almost grew confused. He was a demon, and regardless of how much of a big teddy bear or horny teen Jax appeared to be, killing would always be fun. It was his secret passion. He figured his love for sex was out in the open, so why not have one skeleton in his closet? "Of course, I find it rather enjoyable. It only comes second to one thing," Jax stopped, realizing Damian probably knew what he was speaking of, yet he continued nonetheless, "And that is sticking my dick in warm bodies." Jax laughed again, loving how he was this open with Damian. He figured he could pull off this 'guy talk' to try and figure out if he could screw him later. A few beers and some relaxation and Jax knew that something could happen.

"Ya, I guess your slothes wouldn't fit too well," Jax said, knowing that he probably couldn't fit a thigh into Damian's jeans, Things would be falling out of your gym shorts, which wouldn't show everything off in the best way possible." Jax smiled and thought of him coming from a fairy convention. he would never, especially as he wasn't actually gay. He was just...open. He was sexually active and would really screw anyone willing, provided they placed a six or more on his attractiveness scale. Curently Damian was hitting about an eight, which put him up for extremem consideration. "The fairy convention wouldn't work for me. I may screw anyone, but I wouldn't call myself gay. Just an overly-active horndog."

Jax began thinking of sticking it in the boy in front of him, imagining every detail, yet he had to stop in fear of growing too excited. Rising from the bench one last time, Jax walked closer to his friend, putting his arm on his shoulder. "To my room, then?" He said it in a fun, carefree way, by no means trying to indicate sex or anything. That would just simply happen if it was meant to. Jax didn't push things. He waited for people to come to him. It was how he worked and that was that. While he would screw anyone, he did very little work to get to that point. With guys, simply walking around the locker room would entice a few, maybe even his personality, but for girls, he had to just walk down the halls and he could count on getting laid at the next party or social gathering.