Fox Hunting {Salem}{M - language}

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville sat on the top of the hill, looking down and smiling. Just above the sports pitch was a small, isolated part of the grounds covered in wild trees and undergrowth, leaning to a steep drop down to the astro-turf, where the students would play certain sports. Today, it was the girl's turn to play tennis, which was exactly why Melville was sitting there, a cool box full of beer, and two prop up chairs, one for himself and one for Salem.

He took the liberty of opening one of the bottles, taking a sip and leaning back, waiting for his companion. He was determined for Salem to show some interest in women, and setting up meetings like this was his way of getting him back for all of the pranks Salem had left him over the years.

[Salem Oldwood]

Of course, Melville didn't notice the male slinking along the ground, silent as a mouse, further approaching his pray until-
WHUMP.
Salem leapt, clinging to the other man's head and promptly dragging them both onto the ground.

"Ello there." the male cooed, gently stroking the boy's head. "Brought us out to a secluded location, ehh? How romantic."

Snickering quietly, the boy clambered off his friend's head, moving instead to sit on what had previously been Melville's folding chair.

"Ya even kept it warm for me. Good job."

With a click, the chair moved backwards into a reclining position, and Salem adjusted his sunglasses, placing his hands behind his head.

"So, you got me out here for a reason, right? Other then to make out. Judging by the cloud cover, it's not to work on my tan."

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville fell forwards with the force of the other boy on top of him, ready to jump up and beat him senseless when he heard Salem's familiar voice. He gritted his teeth, realising that with him violence solved very little. Salem would always be Salem, no matter how many times you broke his nose.

He did have to resist attack as he marched forwards, completely taking the territory as his own. It was like watching two animals fighting. Melville sat on the other seat taking back his bottle, which had half spilled out, and taking another drink, "Very funny," he told his companion in a low voice, imagining what he would look like with a snapped neck. "And nice sunglasses, by the way. They your mum's?" he asked snidely.

He pushed himself low into his seat, turning back to girl's sports lesson. "I was here to show you the view, but its obvious that girl's obviously aren't your type."

[Salem Oldwood]

"Hmm, my sunglasses?"

Salem smirked, laughter sparkling in every movement.

"Au contraire. Women are very much my type. Just ask yer mum. Oh, and thank her for the sunglasses if you get the chance."

He couldn't help it then: he laughed, loudly. Thankfully, the women down the hill didn't seem to hear. Reaching into his pocket, Salem pulled out a pack of cigarettes, snapped his fingers, and promptly lit it. He placed it between his teeth as he slipped the pack back into his pocket.

"I'm not one to care about a view, is all. Bet you half of those ladies have more weight in their bloody double Ds then they do in their heads."

[(Seth) Melville]

He shook his head. If there was one thing that got him fired up, it was people insulting his mother. He knew, however, that Salem was joking, and even then it was hard to not throw a petty insult back.

"You could've fooled me," he said, admiring the women as he passed Salem a bottle, enjoying the smell of smoke in the air. He'd wished that he hadn't left his packet back in his room, the smell was driving him mad. What sort of person doesn't offer others a cigarette, anyway?

He dropped the bottled from his lips as Salem spoke his last words, "You say that as if its a problem. Come on, you're not fucking their personalities, are you?" he said, laughing as he took another drink, "I knew you were queer. Right from that time that Johnny Ash said he caught you with that old guy in first school."

[Salem Oldwood]

"I'm not in it for the fucking, I'm in it for companionship. I don't want to be stuck with an air headed moron for the rest of my life."

As a wind blew by, Salem let the smoke out through his lips. It floating in gay... err, dizzy circles, before creating a perfect skull and dissipating into the ether. He took the beer from Melville, glanced it over, and finding it of a cheap brand, casually put it down next to the chair.

"I guess my hormones just aren't as nutty as yours are."

Salem let out another puff; this one became a pentacle.

"There was no 'old guy', and you know it. Johnny Ash had a head like a fuckin loo: full of shit."

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville smiled, looking at his friend dubiously, "Dude, seriously, you realise you're only seventeen right? You're not exactly going to find the love of your life right now so why not play the field a little?" he said, sitting quite comfortably as he watched one of the more attractive women leaning over, ready to take a serve. "Take the blond there, for example," he said, pointing her out, "You really think it matters if you don't be in her life for the rest of it? It doesn't matter to her." he said.

He smiled, and said, "Yeah, I know there was no old guy, I was the one that fucking made an example of him, didn't I?" he told him, remembering how he had put Johnny Ash in his place. Back then, no one dared make fun of Salem if they wanted to live to tell the tale. "Still a fag." he said shortly, "And what's with the show-off smoke rings anyway? You trying to shove it in my face that I haven't got a fag?"

[Salem Oldwood]

"Does it really? How the bloody fuck do you know?" Salem muttered. "Look, I don't want to be a heart breaker or a cheater. If there's anything I've learned from life on the road, it's that people have feelings, and messing with them gets you nowhere."

Salem paused, listening to Melville's complaint before giving a sharp toothed grin. He casually sat up his chair, and then rolled over the arms of the chairs, landing himself in Melville's lap, straddling his hips, cigarette balanced between two fingers and hands placed firmly on the other boy's shoulders.

"If you want a fag," Salem said, voice a sultry whisper, "You've got one right here."

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville was in no mood for jokes, particularly those concerning him being gay. He wouldn't call himself homophobic, because that implied that he was afraid of it, though in all truth he slightly was. "Fuck off!" he said, pushing Salem back so hard he was worried for a moment that he would have pushed him right off the hill. It would have been in self-defense, though, he justified, standing up over him as he looked down, "You're a fucking cunt sometimes, you know that?" he asked, looming over him, ready to start a fight if Salem tried anything more. He didn't care what happened; he didn't care if he was punished or if his body was broken in a million places - that was one of the things that made him such a good fighter.

"An' you're a hypocryte, saying you don't mess with people. Or are they only people if they have a pretty skirt?" he told him, sitting back down

[Salem Oldwood]

He almost DID push Salem off the hill: he tumbled backwards, flopped onto the ground, his cigarette extinguished in the wet grass. Salem glanced at his cancer stick, frowned.

"Asshole." he muttered, sitting up, brushed clumps of mud and blades of grass off his back, climbed back onto his own chair. The tennis girls noticed them now: one of them waved up at Salem, who gave a casual wave back. They went back to playing.

"I know what I said." Salem muttered, lighting another cigarette. He didn't offer Melville one. "You're just so fun to tease."

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville gave Salem a dark look, particularly now that the girls could see them, some of them giving them dark looks and most of them trying their best to make sure they covered themselves properly in front of them. "Well, its not funny." he said, holding onto his glass bottle and restraining the urge to smash it over Salem's head. "And now you've just ruined our entertainment. Fucking fantastic, knobhead." he said, taking another drink as he watched some of the women making unpleasant gestures to them.

[Salem Oldwood]

"You're the one who tipped me off my seat." Salem said, watching them gesture and growl at Melville while he stayed, err, conveniently out of view. "It's your fault."

A series of concentric smoke rings rose in the air.

"We could always watch porn or something. I hacked the TV in our room. Apparently magic barriers are no match for good old fashioned technology."

[(Seth) Melville]

He continued to stare down at the class, refusing to even look at Salem, he was still angry with him, "That's because you were being an ass." he said, taking another drink in contemplation. His bottle was quickly emptying, not helped by the fact that Salem had spilt half of it earlier.

He gave a slight smile, turning to Salem finally, as he said, "Smart move," holding out his glass for Salem to clink together with his. "Though its a gay idea to watch porn together, fag. Speaking of which, are you gonna give me a cigarette or what?"

[Salem Oldwood]

"Well, it's lesbian porn, so if it's two guys watching then it's totally cool, right?" Salem joked, bonking his fist gently against the glass. It make exactly the same sound as glass when it hit his skin. He pulled his fist away, acting like he hadn't heard the odd sound.

"And I'm not entirely sure you'd like my cigs. They're a bit... stronger then what you're used to."

[(Seth) Melville]

He scoffed and shook his head, finding it hard to believe that his friend could be so naive. "No, it's not alright." he told him sternly, whispering under his breath "faggot," not looking in his direction as his glass hit Salem's fist, so not noticing it didn't sound like it was supposed to.

He threw a stern look at Salem, knowing fine well that he was probably walking into a trap. "Stronger? Do I look like the sort of guy that gives a fuck?" he asked. Whenever Salem made something sound tempting, prodding at his daring side, it usually meant something bad for Melville. But, like a moth to a flame, he could never resist.