Alexander Waverly

Alex's eyes narrowed, "You're enjoying this entirely too much." It was good practice, but it was also dangerous. The knives were deadly sharp. He spun toward G, looking to slice a button off his lover's shirt. Alexander trusted G to move out of the way rather than take a killing blow. They'd been at it for about forty minutes now and already Alexander was sweating. It was his body's way of reminding him he wasn't twenty anymore.