Closer

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael had sent his son back to school for the fall. Now he was at the bar he so oft frequented just waiting and listening to soft music play, He was moping like a baby,being alone like this. He hated when his madness made him emotional, or perhaps there was more to it, but he was a sad sack of ennui, draped over the bar in his fancy feather coat

[Xarentheus]

As Raphael was stewing in a down mood, a small group of women entered the establishment clearly engaged with a situation outside in hushed tones. "Look, just look! Have you ever seen anything like it?" one asked. "No, and he's beautiful. Did you see his--?". A bartender walked over interrupting them causing them all to blush and order drinks. One of the younger women fanned herself with a napkin on the table they were placed at. "Lordy!" she exclaimed having trouble averting her eyes.

The man they spoke of was none other than a tanned fae Raphael would have found very familiar, stripped to nothing and was bathing in the giant fountain in the middle of the square. There was oddly enough room for his lithe frame to fit in standing; his hands had unraveled his straight black hair that trailed to beneath his shoulder blades, running his pianist fingers through it as the water wet it, then down the rest of his body as his silver eyes closed in pleasure of it all. Exotic tattoos from his homeland wrapped along his back and arms, rippling underneath the muscle he earned over the years. What he was using as bathing solution was unknown...but at this point, would any female, or Raphael, even care?

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael gloomily looked up as the chattery gaggle of women walked in. He was suddenly intrigued by the bustle and the clamour, which thankfully distracted him from his own moping. He got up and walked to the exit, anxious to see who they were talking about. "Those ditsy girls.." he muttered ot himself as he swung the door open. "Who could be so pretty that they go on and o....ohhh." he saw who was that pretty alright. The stunning creature bathing in the fountain was the object of their admiration, and sure as hell was the malk's as well. "Sacre bleu.." he strolled on over and just stood there a moment admiring the rear view before he finally spoke up. "Xarentheus did you come all the wya out here to cheer me up?"

[Xarentheus]

The fae let out a content sigh, not realizing fully exactly who was standing behind him. It was obvious this man had no self-esteem issues, nor did he mind onlookers--in fact he practically welcomed them to stare. Finally turning to face forwards, he let his eyes ease open landing rather seductively on Raphael. A smile turned the corner of his lips as Xaren quickly recognized the blonde vampire. "I can come more often to please you", he replied softly, offering his hand to the man he trusted to welcome him into the fountain with him. Always with the dual meanings."Why do you weep?" he added after a moment of letting his first statement sit on the Malkavian's mind.

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael as old as he was became like a schoolgirl when the alluring smoldering fae turned about ot face him. It brought him back to when the injured fae first wandered into his home and wandered into his closet. He never knew a wardrobe would attract such a guest but he could never have been happier then when he returned, so his trip into town was definitely appreciated. He looked him up..and down. "Oh Xarentheus you never fail to please when you come..by." he gave a melancholy sigh. "I sent Gabriel off on a sleepover with my old friend Hana. I don like being alone though.." he looked down then flashed a doe-eyed gaze up at the sculpted and carefully curved fae. "Will you keep me company?'

[Xarentheus]

Xaren inspected the shorter vampire, looking deeply into the other's steely blue eyes, his long fingers brushing the side of Raphael's face before framing each side of his jaw. "It is not like you have lost him", he mentioned with a bittersweet smile that quickly changed to back to his usual alluring self. Something else was on his mind--the loss of several of his children, all to the conditions of the current state of the world. "Yes". It was an answer to the Malk's inquiry as he lowered his face to kiss Raphael had the man allowed it.

[Raphael Delemater]

It didnt matter if they were in public, for Raphael didnt even have to read Xaren's mind to pick up a hint of bitterness, It made him switch from self pity to pity for the fae. Perhaps he knew his suffering somehow, He didnt want to even imagine the charismatic fae unhappy but it was definitely comforting to him to feel a stronger connection between them. He absently reached for Xaren's hand that he forgot he even offered but then he kissed him and it was like all icky sad thoughts washed away. The fae was an excellent therapist for his malkie companions it seemed, and Raphael was instantly thinking about his blood as well. He almost bit down on his lip but he resisted and instead smiled, his face still very close to Xar's so he could talk with their eyes locked. "Mon ami when you bathe out here in the open, you just scream, bite me you know. I cant speak for anyone else but well, i know I want to."

[Xarentheus]

Though it had been years since their last conversation like this, Xarentheus could feel every ounce of emotion involved, feel it fluctuate the moment his hands contacted Raphael's skin, and yet again when their lips met. Empathy would have been an understatement.

Quietly he reveled in the joy he gave to his partner with their kiss, directing the vampire into the fountain with him but just far enough away from the water cascading down that he wouldn't get drenched.

As a fae the process of taking blood from him was painful, more so with a Kindred's bite; however, the sun kissed male knew blood sustained vampires. Xaren worked up a smile, holding the flat of his wrist out, knowing he would be owed something in return. "Drink, please", he said not wanting Raphael to go hungry. The scent of rainfall still played off his skin as thoughts of what else they could be doing in the fountain swam through his mind. Needless to say none of it was necessarily legal or made for outside of the bedroom.

[Raphael Delemater]

The ache perpetually in the vampire's mind was soothed by the fae's touch and his words. for a very long time Raphael had denied an aspect of himself. He was already disliked for being a vampire and a lunatic, to indulge in shiny fae men would've been dangerous indeed. He even cut off women from his life for a long time so in the past few years, he was making up for lost time. For a moment he completely forgot the idea of payback as he carefully gripped Xaren's arm, kissing along the soft underside of his arm before biting down. If he could honestly pick a favorite food nude tanned pretty fae would be up there. Their blood had a spectacular drug like effect. He had to fight his own instinct to pull himself away an like a child he made a mess of himself, a trickle of blood coming down from the corner of his mouth. At least nowadays the drinking blood aspect wasnt so frowned upon. "Ohh Xarentheus it is like hi grade alcohol mixed with a hallucinogenic and an upper. By the nine hells thats good.." he giggled as the fae blood seemed to take effect. "Mnn what do i owe you mon exhibitionniste?"he purred,

[Xarentheus]

The fae observed as Raphael moved closer to him and put his lips to his forearm. Despite bracing himself for what was going to happen next, Xarentheus still jerked slightly as his skin was pierced. The bite while not overly traumatic brought with it the hot unforgiving sting of fire--a sensation Xaren had yet to adapt to; his eyes welled up with tears that he held back as he felt like a part of his soul was being drained, being torn very sharply from his very life essence like a mesh work of fiber strings slowly snapping. The essence burn carried up the length of his arm and almost continued through every layer of his body before Raphael pulled away. It took everything he could to not retaliate, and for a minute after, the cleric had to gather his senses away from the profound throbbing deep in his bones.

"Vot, seychas." he urged provocatively (in Russian), his hands trailing down Raphael's shoulders, chest and lower all while inducing pleasure just enough to drive anyone's lustful tension to its peak. "Pust' oni smotret' " he whispered with a coquettish smirk into Raphael's ear.

* "Here, now"

* "Let them watch"

[Raphael Delemater]

To Raphael feeding was something so commonplace after so long that he didnt even see it as frightening, most of the time. To Marista it was pleasurable but he knew it was different for Xaren. When he had his fill he kissed his arm over and over like a kitten "Pardon i.." he trailed off as he rush of pleasure ran down his sides. Wide eyed he looked into the silvery gaze of the fae. It took him a moment to register the russian that he learned for the sake of his tiger friend but oh did it make the punchy vampire smile. "Oh, so that is how i pay my debt ma fée?" Now for Raphael to remove his feather coat and toss it haphazardly onto a nearby bench was proof enough that he was quite focused on Xaren. "but tell me exactly what you want, an elf pays his debts."

[Xarentheus]

The exotic fae inspected Raphael, and gently spun him around so that their positions were switched; the vampire's clothes had joined Xaren's amidst the outside of the fountain. With a soft laugh he leaned down once more to join lips with other man, grabbed at his rear and pulled him in close lovingly. In his reply to what he wanted, he mentioned in a husky tone, "Vse iz vas".

* "All of you"

[Fade to black]

Luckily the authorities were never called upon--perhaps due to the nature of the situation. Nevertheless, the duo had eventually worked their way out of the square's decoration, Xaren landing at rest on a stone bench letting his graceful fingers play absentmindedly through his lover's hair.

[Raphael Delemater]

There were two things, that without a ghost of a doubt helped Raphael keep his mind in order and helped clear away the clutter of thoughts that triggered the dangerous episodes of psychosis. On was sweet,sweet music and the other was sex. It also helped that like his father he liked a little variety. It kept the tactic from getting old and sourin and becoming useless. It was also spectacular, particularly with one like Xaren who seemed aimed to please everyone he could. Who could really say they didnt love the show? Luckily no one who might tease Raphael for being the submissive in the situation was around. He clothed himself only to make the bench more comfortable and even then he hadnt bothered with the coat and lust lay on his back, the fae's thigh as his pillow. "Oh Xarentheus I do wish i could show you to some of my old tormentors. How they would seethe, to see their inner ugliness turn you away.I Do have firends though, that i would let you meet so you could love those worthy. "

[Hana Tachiban]

Hana related very closely to Raphael when it came to sex: sex grounded her, kept her mind sharp, kept her from killing people (well, maybe not that last part. . .but it did keep her from killing people arbitrarily). She'd always had more in common with the Malkavian than either of them would ever admit.

It was a good night to break out the warmer clothes, so she'd opted for a long-sleeved Marc Jacobs frock with over-the-knee Chanel boots that laced from the toe up. Her hair was tied back in a long braid, and a pair of Ray-Ban eyeglasses - solely for looks - balanced on her nose.
The walk was a short one back to her house, and she figured she'd have a relatively quiet night. . .but she'd be wrong. She often was.

"Wh-- what the fuck. . .Raphael?" She only asked because he wasn't wearing his trademark feather coat. . .certainly not because of the naked man propping his head up. "Is this what you do when your son goes off to school?" There was a hint of amusement in her voice as she slid her hands into her dress pockets, watching the two of them.

[Xarentheus]

Xarentheus had smirked at Raphael's comment, his head situated against the side of a building in a manner almost taken as too calm. The fae's body still exuded a sense of lust to it as much as the serenity that seemed to naturally wander through it. "Time will tell" he replied, running fingers through the blonde's hair one last time before the Russian-sounding fae noticed a woman approaching them. Body naturally tensed, the man inspected Hana up to the moment she paused in front of them; Xaren was not a true fighter to take someone head on, but a trickster who relied on his magic. More or less the decision to be hostile was cast aside once Xarentheus discovered the blue-eyed lass' connection with his vampiric partner; however, it didn't shake the unease he kept about Hana.

Carefully he stood unabashed about his naked state in order to cloth himself in his fur breeches. Shoes were optional for the male and tonight he went without them, and it was clear other attire wasn't wanted for he brought nothing else with him. Xaren returned to the duo, his frame obviously more dramatic in a graceful elven-like way than the average human, silvery orbs eyeing her sense of fashion.