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[lockon2urheart]

[Lockon woke up with an arm sprawled over Tieria, terrible bedhead and about a tenth of the blanket, as he did most mornings these days. He yawned quietly - what time was it, anyway? Far too early - and snuggled closer to Tieria with a gentle nuzzle and a judicious tug of the blanket from wherever Michael was storing it all. (Eventually, he'd cure Michael of that cover-hogging habit. One of these days.)]

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[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael rolled his eyes] Fuck that. Not until we get this sorted out.

Are you trying to tell me that this is all a lie? [Now it was Michael who looked like he was about five seconds away from snapping.] That the way I-- we feel about you is complete bullshit?

[Softly, dangerously,] You trying to tell me that I don't love you?

[lockon2urheart]

[Lockon reached over and put a hand on Michael's arm, recognising the tone in his voice. He felt Michael's frustration just strongly, but someone had to try and stay calm here. He couldn't quite keep the edge from his voice as he spoke, though.]

Don't say it like we're keeping you prisoner. You can't blame us for trying to stop you when you're running off without giving us anything except the bare minimum of information - we just want to figure out how to fix this, Tieria. And as soon as possible, 'cause believe me, it is really hard to see someone you love acting like this.

[nonesodangerous.livejournal.com]

[That did it. That tipped things over from "seriously bizarre" into "absolutely messed up".]

Love? Love?!

[Tieria looked at the way Lockon touched Michael, and let out a derisive snort.]

What is this, then? Some sort of three-way relationship? You both love me? And each other? You two hate each other! This is ridiculous, it's not even February!

[His voice was getting louder and louder, and a faintly hysterical edge was creeping into his tirade.]

Is this even a virus? Or some sick joke? Did you tell him, Michael? Is that it? You told him, and you were so amused by the-- the obvious disgust that you both decided to gang up on me? Is that it?!

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Never in a million years would Michael ever admit how much Tieria's careless dismissal of how he felt - especially since it was a bitch for him to even recognise it for what it was in the first place - hurt. His fists clenched; he had no idea how to deal with any of it: a hysterical Tieria, the goddamn virus fucking everything up, his own fucking feelings...

And in typical Michael fashion: when in doubt, lash out.]

Just shut the fuck up! What the hell are you talking about? You're not even making any goddamn sense. Why can you just fucking listen to us when we say that we love you? Why the fuck do you always have to be so fucking paranoid? [He shook off Lockon's hand and shoved Tieria back, already drawing his fist back to crack Tieria across the face.]

[lockon2urheart]

Michael, no! [A fight was what none of them needed right now - as tempting as it was to try to shake some damn sense into Tieria (How could he hurt Michael like this? Hurt both of them like this, even under a virus?), breaking his jaw wasn't likely to do anything but make this situation worse. Lockon moved as fast as he could with his lower body still entangled in blanket, grabbing Michael's wrist in one hand and Michael's other upper arm with his other hand, and holding him back with all his strength. He didn't have any breath to spare for Tieria just yet. He wasn't entirely sure he could trust himself not to follow Michael and shout yet anyway.]

[nonesodangerous.livejournal.com]

[Tieria knew an oppurtunity when he saw one, and took this one to escape. Going for the bedroom door would put him too close to the others, so he dived for the other side of the room, hurling himself inside the closet, slamming the door, and locking it. He wasn't entirely sure why there was a lock on the inside, and didn't really want to know, but he was definitely thankful for it right now.]

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael fought viciously to free himself from that grip. He was only half-aware that it Lockon who was holding onto him; everything was being drowned out by the white noise in his head.]

Let go of me. [He barely even noticed when Tieria made his escape.]

[lockon2urheart]

[Michael was stronger than him, Lockon knew that, so holding him back was never going to be a long-term solution, but better to stop Michael doing something he'd regret when he calmed down in the best way he had than worry about that. Tieria running off after that wasn't surprising, but he let out a frustrated sigh anyway and held onto Michael grimly.] Are you done being violent yet? Michael, listen to me, trust me, this isn't going to help anything. Calm down.

[He spoke fairly lowly, albeit through somewhat gritted teeth, and cast a glance over at Tieria's new hiding place. Great, they were going to have to have this conversation through a closet door.]

[nonesodangerous.livejournal.com]

[Slumped in the bottom of the closet, Tieria sat there trying to both get his breath back and work out just what to do next. He couldn't stay in the closet forever, he'd have to come out at some point.]

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael finally pulled himself free from Lockon hold, immediately moving away from him and off the bed. He was too pissed off; his skin felt too tight and too hot to be so close to someone else. He felt out of control, like he was watching someone else control his body.

Michael glared over his shoulder at Lockon and snorted.] Yeah. Sure. We'll do it your way then.