Michael opened the door and dragged Ethan in.

"Welcome!" He smiled. "This is home for me. A place to stay for now, for you."

Ethan was dragged in and looked around. "Nice place you have here." He commented.

"Damn straight! You want the bed, the couch, or..." he paused and added seductively, "do you want to SHARE the bed?"

Zema looked at Mechael and moment then grinned. "Wouldn't you like to share a bed with me." He chuckled, stumbling over and taking a seat on michaels couch? He was tired of standing. xD

Michael took a seat beside him, and leaned in close. "You can bet I do," he whispered into Ethan's ear.

Ethan blushed slightly, then made himself not blush. He turned to face Michael. "Your so straight forward." He responded, smirking.

"Why wouldn't I be? All I can do is hope you won't slit my throat." Michael put his arms around Ethan's waist and put his lips to Ethan's neck, biting gently.

Ethan blushed, noticing what he was doing. He could feel his face getting hot. This was the first time something like this was happening. He laughed, it tickled.

"I can see you enjoy this? I must be in the clear." With that, Michael kissed Ethan aggressively.

Zema's face was probably blood red. Michael had done it now- he had stolen his, or hers, first kiss. And he had had his first kiss not even in his true form! He was surprised how aggressively he had come on. And as a reaction from the surprise, without Zema herself realizing it her change began to change color slowly, from the black to the blue. But only the hair changing. He pushed Michael away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Whoa tiger, not so aggressive." He laughed nervously. His first kiss.. :[ xD

Michael looked up and to his surprise, Ethan's hair was changing colors. What the fuck?!

All he could do was stare wide eyed.

Zema raised and eyebrow and followed Michaels stare, to notice his hair changing too. Of course he stopped it at once. Waiting a few seconds he looked back at michael. Should he kill him now that he knew...? "I can... explain?"

"Please.... do.... Or am I hallucinating?" Michael could hear the fear in his own voice.

"I wish you were. or just to drunk." He muttered, the hair that turned blue going back to black. "Michael.. I'm." He hesitated and noticed- he had never told anyone this before. That and unless he wanted to get blood all over his clothes he'd have to he supposed. "I'm a shapeshifter."

"Awesome... now... does that mean you're actually male... or... what?" he said curiously, thinking of all options to kill his still horny mind.