"Loki, please. Just….stop talking. There is no way on Earth that the shit you listen to is even close to classical music." Dontas had set his book down, eyes narrowed, an expression of 'I-dare-you-to-argue-with-me' written all over his face.
Loki, in response, snorted. "Please. Placebo totally screws a few notes on a piano or a bunch of nerds who think that playing an instrument automatically makes them cool. Yourself included."
"Loki." Dontas just shook his head, sighing. "You have no idea what you're talking about. I mean, I understand that your inferior intellect might make it a little difficult for you to have a good taste in music, but I thought that you were just a little smarter than this. Come on."
"Dontas." Loki smiled as politely as possible, laying his palms flat on the table in front of him. "If you can tell me what's so great about Mozart or whatever the hell his name is and explain to me why he's better than Placebo or Helicopter or any one of my favorite bands, I will admit that you're right."
Dontas just sighed, still shaking his head. "Okay, Loki, look. When I was your age--"
The blonde cut him off before he had a chance to finish. "Ohhh no.  No, no, no. You are not going to get all mentor on me. That drives me crazy!"
"I'm not going all mentor on you. I'm going all elder on your. Now shut up and let me prove my point." He glared a bit and leaned forward as well, resting his elbows on the edge of the table and his chin on his hands. "Anyway. When I was legitimately your age, classical music was very popular. And it's a good thing, too; the crap that you kids listen to today is positively repulsive. I mean, how on Earth does a screaming pyromaniac even hope to compare with the brilliance of Mozart, or Bach, or Beethoven?"
Loki sighed and let his head fall for a minute before he looked up, eyebrows raised. "First of all, don't call me a kid. Appearance wise, I'm really not that younger than you are. Second of all, I'm not saying it has to compare. In fact, the screaming of a pyromaniac completely surpasses some deaf schizophrenic scribbling a bunch of notes down on a piece of paper. What was popular when you were "my age," old man, is completely irrelevant in this day and age. Now, the new thing is pop and rock and screamer. Only really, really weird people listen to classical music anymore."
Dontas twitched. "I am not old. Plus, since this is my apartment, Kelly, you're going to be subject to whatever music I feel like listening to. And that music just so happens to be classical. So when you bring your drunken gay lovers back here for a night, you'll be subject to the Bach Cello Suites."
Loki snorted again and sat back, crossing his arms. "And from my bedroom, you will hear the amazing screaming of the moderately attractive lead singer of Placebo. There is no way that some stupid cello can even hope to compare with that."   
Dontas watched Loki for a moment, his expression blank, before shaking his head once more. "Whatever." With that he picked up his book at went over to the large, leather couch that stretched out to cover most of the space in his apartment, seemingly unmoved.
Loki sat at the table for a moment before he jumped up and walked over to the couch, hovering over Dontas and whatever early-twentieth-century book he had engrossed himself in this time. He stood there for a moment, and when the older of the two made no move to acknowledge his presence, he sat down on the arm of the couch, right behind his head.
"Dontas." He said as flatly as he could manage. He heard the other vampire give a distracted 'Huh?' (Loki always hated it when he found these books; Dontas got so engrossed that the blonde often found himself being completely ignored until said book was finished) but didn't tear his gaze from the word covered page.
"I won." Loki muttered, unable to keep the smirk off his face. "You had no come back."
Dontas snorted. "Please, Loki. Don't flatter yourself. I simply found your antics completely childish and didn't feel that I should drop to the level of continuing a conversation with  you. I could've won, had I wanted to."
"Don." Loki laughed and leaned over the other, who looked up from his book and at the blonde uninterestedly.
"What?"
"Admit it. You lost."
"I'm not going to admit to something that isn't even true. And I don't appreciate you trying to make yourself feel more intelligent by insulting my ability to retort. So stop."
"Dude, you're always using really big words. Or whatever. Its really annoying. Can't you speak normally?" Loki leaned over further so that his face was directly in front of Dontas's, but for the fact that he was up-side-down.
"Its how I was raised, dumb shit." He murmured, the corners of his mouth curling up at Loki's current position. "And you did not win. So cut it out." He closed his book and hit Loki on the forehead, who frowned but didn't move.
"I did to! Its not like admitting you lost is going to kill you." He pouted, but couldn't keep the expression for long. It was quickly replaced by a large grin, which, from Dontas's position, looked more like a frown.
"You're right; it wouldn't. However, since I didn't lose, I was merely giving you a break on losing for once, there would be nothing accomplished by my saying it. Therefore, I'm not saying it." He poked Loki in the nose, smirking. "Now move. You're blocking my light."
"You can go without reading for a moment or two." Loki replied. "And I'm not going to give up until you admit you lost."
"And I'm not going to admit I lost. It's a lose-lose situation for you, Loki. You're not accomplishing anything by this."
"Are you getting annoyed and/or irritated?"
"Very much so, yes."
"Then I am accomplishing something." Loki's grin was still plastered all over his face, but he sat up and moved to sit at Dontas's feet, bouncy. "Nothing I do is unproductive. I should think that you would know that by now."
"You're an idiot." Dontas muttered flatly. "I don't even know why I let you  hang around."
"Well duh." Loki rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands. "Its because you love me, Dontas. You would be completely lost without me."
"Your homosexual fantasies serve no other purpose than to further disgust me." The older of the two replied, leaning back on the couch almost in defeat and throwing his book on his end table.
"Oh please. If you knew how to show any emotion other than anger, irritation, and amusement  you would so be blushing right now. You know you love it. Plus," He leaned forward, grinning, placing a hand on Dontas's knee. "You should know from what you've heard that I can make you feel really, really good."
Dontas groaned and kicked Loki's hand away from him. "You're so disgusting, Loki. I don't know why you even try to waste your time with me."
"Isn't there some saying that says something along the lines of 'You want most what you can't have.' or something like that?"
Dontas sighed. "Something like that." There was a moment or two of silence between them, Loki leering at Dontas and Dontas completely ignoring him, before the latter's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Loki."
"Mm?"
Dontas leaned forward as Loki leaned away from him, their faces ridiculously close. "I have a question."
"I'm sure I have an answer."
Dontas leaned forward a little more, grinning. "If I let you kiss me, will you leave me alone about this whole event?"
The blonde swallowed and tried to chuckle nervously but failed miserably. "What whole event?"
"Just answer the question."
"Uhm…try…hell yes?"
Dontas grinned. "That's great."
This time, Loki leaned forward as Dontas leaned back, and frowned. "What gives?"
"Well if you don't remember the event, then there's no point in letting you contaminate my already perfect lips with your…germs." He frowned, giving Loki a quick once over before shaking his head and grabbing his book again.
Loki groaned and stood up, cracking his knuckles. "Whatever. I'm going to go take a shower."
"Don't use up all the hot water again, okay?"
"Hey, Dontas," Dontas glanced up just as Loki grabbed his chin and pecked him on the lips. Dontas blinked, Loki heading towards the bathroom before he could reply.
"You still lost." He muttered, grinning, locking the door to the bathroom as he entered.