Lucio watched as Ansel promptly shoved Ian away, but only after he noticed that his dearest student was watching them. As the professor closed the space between them Lucio’s lips pulled back into something resembling a snarl and he snatched his hand away before Ansel could grab him. “Oh no, of course nothing was happening. You were just relaxing there and he happened to be casually stroking your cock and kissing your neck. Certainly seems like nothing to me,” the boy growled, glaring venomously up at Ansel. “We will talk about this more in the car, Ansel. We’re leaving,” he snapped, an intense fury having taken over his normally calm, charming features. He’d been short with Ansel once or twice in their time together, but never had he taken such a forceful tone, clearly laced in an anger that he was struggling to keep bridled. He then shifted his gaze over Ansel’s shoulder at the boy, who hand ended up down upon the ground. He was laughing as he watched the dispute he’d started, and he beamed from the ground when he noticed Lucio looking at him. “If I ever catch you within ten feet of my boyfriend again, Ian, you’ll pay dearly.”<br/><br/>“Oh, darling, we all know you’re not worth the hassle of commitment. Just because you’ve a pretty face and know your way around a penis doesn’t mean you can command loyalty. Let the man play, just as long as he comes and warms your pitiful bed in the evenings, you’ll both be happier for it,” Ian giggled softly from the ground, slowly bringing himself back up to his feet.<br/><br/>Lucio said nothing as he slipped around Ansel and strode towards Ian. Lucio wasn’t particularly strong, that much was painfully obvious. He usually reverted to words in his anger, and as Ansel had seen in the past he was quite good at stabbing through individuals with them. He was good with his mouth, and yet he knew Ian well enough to be fully aware that words would sway him, he wasn’t dense enough for that. Ian was very much like Lucio in that he fear physical retribution, but when it came to fighting with words he could prattle back and forth all day long. So, instead of responding to Ian’s jab, Lucio grabbed a hold of the skillet on the stove, though the handle was still burning hot and it made a little singing noise as it came into contact with his skin.<br/><br/>“You’re within ten feet of my boyfriend right now, Ian, and it doesn’t seem to me like you plan on moving out of that radius anytime soon,” the man said blunting before swinging the piping hot pan around himself and then launching it towards the man with what little might he had. Ian yelped and ducked out of the way just in time. The skillet came crashing down into the wall behind him and left a sizable hole in its wake, though in the process Ian was pepper with piping hot bacon grease and the bits of burning caused him to shriek. Lucio wiped his burned hand on his swim trunks in an agitated manner and he turned, sweeping past Ansel once again without another word and heading up the stairs to fetch their things. He wasn’t about to spend any more time than absolutely necessary in a house with that piece of shit, as he was sure that if he had to look at his beautiful mug for any longer he’d snap and murder the bastard.