NAPS
Xander Cage

Private. Selective.Multi-verse/ship.

Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

Please read rules before interacting or following.

For a crash course in Who The Fuck is Xander Cage, click here:

Xander Cage 101

aforceofchange:

Xiang nearly laughs, seeing that Xander is tempted but also incredibly stubborn. It’s what he expects from Cage by now but that doesn’t mean there’s no weapons left in his arsenal. A slight hum is offered and the sheets rustle a bit as he stretches, splayed out on his stomach now. Asshole or not, they both knew he never played fair. Cheek resting on his arm, he watches Xander through lidded eyes.

“Before you go,” Xiang waits for those eyes to come back to him and there’s a smile he manages to bite back as he makes a show of arching his hips as if getting comfortable.

image

Thighs spread on the sheets and he settles, still under the guise of relaxing – it’s the weekend and for once Xiang has come to appreciate it – before raising a brow. “Maybe you could grab the blanket monster something to drink.” His smile is hidden against his arm as he watches the set of Xander’s shoulders, curling up into the blankets as he turns on his side, the long line of his body visible. Eyes dance with laughter and a quiet challenge.

“We’re notorious for being thirsty this time of day.”

He was doing this on purpose. For some reason, Xander never caught on until too late. Heaving a sigh, he looks back over his shoulder and…damn. The immature five year old inside him wants to grab a drink for him, but then pour it on him instead. That was too immature even for him. Xiang didn’t play fair but Xander wasn’t that much of an asshole. Besides, he was just laying there, all perfect. What a dick. 

image

“Oh, I bet you’re thirsty.” Always wanting to have the last word before whatever was going to happen, Xander did leave the room, and he was gone for at least 30 seconds because he actually did get a bottle of water, holding it out as he walked back in. The temptation to pour it came back, but he took a slow drink, sighing with the pleasure of the coldness hitting the back of his throat. “You’re so thirsty, you come get it.” There was intentionally just a few feet between the edge of the bed and Xander’s legs. He wasn’t going to make it easy for Xiang, not if he was playing dirty.