Fixing A Smudge

"No."
We his simple reply as they turned down the hallway and walked to their room.

"Never going to happen." He replied, his voice lowering as he mumbled to himself. "I'd eat them alive." the words barely making a whisper, he held no qualms about devouring humans, especially those to annoyed him.

"I'm not British, I'm just gay."
He replied his accent thickening as he chuckled to himself softly.

"Is that a no you couldn't last a night without my conversation?" Fabian grinned widely. Putting words in the vampire's mouth was easy when he didn't use words all that often in the first place.

"It will happen! You'll get all dressed up and you'll come drinking with me and I'll get you laid." He was determined to get the man laid and that was the perfect time to do it.

The Elf blinked at the vampire. "You're gay! I so called that! Now I know why you never want to call the woman I send your way. Don't worry, I know quite a few nice men that would have you, too."

He clapped his hands together and grinned. "This is perfect. I can set up my friends and my partner."

He whacked the man over the head, Fabian knew what he meant by that.

"Over my dead body."
He replied, there was no way he was going out with the intention of drinking and having sex, that would involve being around people.

"What? I'm not gay, I'm just British."
He replied, looking at the Elf with mild shock. Tricking and confusing Fabian was far too easy and it was one of the small joys he managed to find after putting up with the boy for so long.

Fabian laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

"That can be arranged." Someday the vampire would get so annoyed with him constantly asking that he'd say yes just to get him off his back.

The Elf could keep asking until that day came.

His mouth flopped open and he pointed. "Wait, but you just said... Not British...now now gay... British, gay, British..." His brows furrowed in confusion. Which one was he; gay or British? Or was he both? Was he British and secretly gay? Or was he gay and secretly British?

"Never. Going. To. Happen."
He stated, making his words loud an clear, maybe one day they would get through the Elf's thick head.

Aurick burst into a loud chuckle as Fabian's brain stalled, trying to take in what he had just said.

He waved his hand dismissively and walked into their room, laying down on his bed a little more gently than he normally would, most nights he would just collapse back onto it rather than taking the time to lay down.

"It will someday. And then you'll have the best sex ever and you'll thank me for setting you up."

He laid out on his bed, legs kicking up into the air, grinning at Rick.

"So...are you dominant or submissive in bed?" He had decided that Rick was British and secretly gay and he'd accept his partner being gay because he was nice like that.

And now he wanted to know the details.

"I think you're deluded if you actually think that would ever happen."

He turned to look at Fabian, glaring at the Elf with a death stare.
"Shut your buggering face."
As if he would ever discuss his sexual preferences with Fabian.

He pulled himself from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, locking the door behind him, a shower was the perfect way to escape the man for a short while.

Fabian shrugged. "I think it'll happen eventually."

He pursed his lips as he stared at the man. "Probably not in a long while considering you're so grumpy all the time. You really need to work on that, y'know. No one will go for you if you keep acting like that."

A low 'ooooooh' sounded at the glare.

When the door locked, the Elf grinned widely and called out to his partner. "That mean's your submissive, doesn't it? That's okay, y'know. There's nothing wrong with being submissive."

"Next time I am just going to let the wolf eat you."
He growled back through the door before turning on the water.

"Oh fuck."
He grumbled to himself as he attempted to untie the sling and get his clothes off with one arm.

The Vampire struggled for a few minutes but managed to strip off and climb into the shower.

He grumbled to himself as he washed up, specks of the Lycan's blood littering his chest from tearing his side open.

"You'd miss me," he replied.

Now that the vampire was busy, he could get on with his own things.

Like unpacking or removing his make up before he climbed into the shower himself.

The Elf hummed to himself as he pulled his case from under the bed and pulled out his bag of beauty products. He'd have to set them up in the bathroom or bug Rick for a vanity soon.

He hummed to himself as he removed his smudged make up and brushed out his long blond hair.

Once he was done he braided his hair messily then began unpacking his clothes, shaking them out and hanging them up neatly in his wardrobe by colour and type. Some clothes he folded up and stowed away in the drawers under the wardrobe. He needed to find himself a good iron and have at those soon.

The Elf paused, stroking his fingers over the next piece of cloth in his pile. He smiled softly as he lifted the brown cloth from the suitcase and held it against himself. "I've grown a little since I was seven, haven't I?" he murmured to himself.

He set the cloth down gently on his bed then went back to unpacking. He'd sort out a place for the cloth to go after he had had a shower.

By some miracle Aurick managed to scrub himself and wash his head one handed before stepping out of the shower and drying himself as best he could and slipping back into his underwear and pants before stepping out of the bathroom.

He shook his damp hair as he walked back to his bed and sprawled out on it, watching Fabian unpack.

"God you have a lot of crap."
He muttered as the man neatly put away all of his clothing.

"You better not have left that shirt on the floor."

He'd make good on his promise to swap out every shirt he left on the floor with a midriff shirt.

He stood and stretched his arms out above his head. He'd get back to unpacking and finding places for everything after he had had a nice long, hot shower.

He searched through his bag of products, pulling out shampoo and conditioner, humming as he strolled into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

He shrugged at the threat against his shirt, it was blood stained and slightly burnt now anyway, Fabian could do what he wanted with it.

At least he always knew that if he brought something for the boy he would take good care of it, he always had.

He glanced around the room and noticed a ratty piece of cloth of Fabian's bed, it kind of stood out amongst all the perfectly folded, pristine clothing.

A rag?

He questioned, his brows furrowing as he stood up and picked up the fabric out of curiosity,

No, not a rag, it was what was left of an item of clothing. He brought it to his nose and inhaled.

It smelled strongly of Fabian but the scent was off, he inspected it for a moment before the memory sparked, this would of been one of the first pieces of clothing he had ever brought for the boy when he had found him, times were a bit harder back then.

A small smile pulled at his lips as he placed it back where he had found it and lay back on his bed like he had not moved at all.

Fabian took a great deal longer than Rick did in the shower.

When he had finished, he strolled out of the steaming room, a towel wrapped around his waist, his damp hair sticking to his back and shoulders, his neatly folded clothes in one hand and Rick's singed and stained shirt in the other.

He tossed the vampire's shirt in the bin with a sigh. Not even he could save that shirt. It was well and truly dead.

His eyes flickered to Rick for a moment before falling on his bed. The Elf did a double take, brows furrowing. "Are you smiling?" He didn't see the man smile often. It was a big shock to the young Elf.

"No."
He replied in his usual deep and bored tone before stretching his arms over his head and glaring at the Elf.

The Vampire yawned and rolled over, facing away from Fabian and leaning over the edge of his bed, dragging his suitcase out from under it.

He shuffled through a few items in the case before pulling out one of the few books he kept with him on their travels, laying back on the bed and flicking it open.

Fabian gave a soft sigh at the denial.

"What had you all smiley like that?" He wouldn't let go that he had seen the vampire smiling like that. He hadn't seen him smile in years. It was a shame because Rick looked much more handsome when he smiled.

Not that Fabian had been checking him out to see that he was handsome.

The Elf dried himself off and pulled on his usual loose pair of black pajama pants.

"I assure you, I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't smile."

He replied grumpily as he buried his nose in his book only partly paying attention to the words on the page.

He gave a soft sigh as he stretched out his long legs, his joints giving a satisfying crack as he relaxed.

"I'm beginning to believe that's true," he sighed as he plugged in his hair dryer.

He could count the number of times that the vampire had smiled in his presence in the last few decades on his hands.

He brushed through his hair, blow drying it straight with a soft hum.

"Were you thinking about your secret boyfriend?" He flashed the man a cheeky grin over his shoulder.

Aurick raised as eyebrow at Fabian's question, ditching a pillow at the back of the Elf's head as he started blow drying his hair again.

He gave a soft chuckle before going back to his book, resting his broken arm on his stomach as he propped the book up on his knees.

He was not the kind of person that just put on a happily looking exterior, his expression always matched his mood, uncaring mostly.

He laughed when the pillow collided with his head.

"I'll take that as a yes," he sang, throwing the pillow back at the vampire with a grin.

It felt nice to be able to mess around like they usually did even after the events of the evening. The light-hearted teasing was nice and a common occurrence between the two of them.

"Are you thinking about him fucking you or are the two of you just cuddling?"

He shook his head at Fabian's question, two could play at that game.

"Do I really seem like the kind of man who 'cuddles' honestly."
He replied with a snort.

Aurick didn't do such cutesy things he should know that by now, how many times had he denied the man a hug or forced him away when he got to close.

"Okay then, he's fucking you."

He brushed out his hair after he finished drying it, running his fingers through the soft locks.

"Is he being tender or rough? Which one do you prefer, anyhow?" He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his bare chest, cocking his head to the side.

"Is me making you scream or whimper?"

"Why don't you tell me since you seem to think you can read my thoughts."

He found it amusing that Fabian randomly jumped to conclusions like that.

Aurick lay the book down on his stomach and gazed over at Fabian, curious to see what assumptions he would make about him.

Fabian hummed as he stared at the vampire.

"You don't seem the type to like it overly gentle, but I don't see you encased in leather being whipped until you scream, either."

He ran his tongue over his lower lip slowly.

"He's probably being rough, but not overly so."

"And you have simply decided that he is the one fucking me?"
He chuckled softly and shook his head.

This conversation was proving more interesting than he first thought, all because he had smiled for a moment.

"I'd delve into your sex life but I don't particularly care and I know you are all too willing to boast."