Big (if you know what I mean) Daddy

[Henry Stammers]

"Ah. . ." Henry trailed off and took another drink. This one was longer, more reflective. "Wh-wh-when we f-f-found out th-that Katherine was p-p-pregnant, I ho-hoped it w-was a b-boy. Y-you have t-t-two." He clumsily passed off the bottle.
"You th-think I c-co-could see your b-boys sometime?" He shifted over and leaned against Raph's shoulder. "N-nobody has b-babies anymore. I always w-wanted t-to be a d-d-dad." Henry frowned. "I g-gotta stop d-drinking, shit."

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael gratefully took the bottle. alcohol had a glorious numbing property for an addled mind like his and this was not lost to him. He took a quicker drink of it as he felt the man's head resting lightly on his shoulder. It surprised him, because there really weren't many in the world that he could pour his heart out to, and really feel as if they listened. Mr Stammers, vampire slayer, remarkably enough was very easy to talk to about deep matters.

He smiled when he mentioned his wife and asked about his sons. "You know, you could kill any vampire but one thing i know i could trust you with is my children. you definitely could, and truly what was done to you was a travesty and a mockery of all i spent MY life trying ot build up, but now is Monsieur Stammers lonely?"

[Henry Stammers]

Was Henry lonely? He reached into the collar of his shirt and pulled out the leather cord that held Katherine's petite wedding ring. It barely fit on his pinky finger, and from what he remembered, it was even a little too big for her delicate hand.
"I have n-n-never loved an-anyone as m-mu-much as I l-l-loved her. Sh-she was perfect, and sh-she thought I w-w-was too." He closed his fingers around the ring and scowled, if only to hide the wetness building up in his greenish eyes. With his other hand, Henry stole the bottle back and drank heavily. "I'm d-done t-t-talking about the p-past. Ch-change the s-s-subject."

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael's eyes seemed to grow a little wider and his brows quirked like a flash of fascination just shot through his pretty little head. For once the stammering man with all the emotion welling up within him, was in a very appropriate position to struggle with his words. Raphael felt absolutely wretched for him. He wondered if he had known Anne was in danger if he would've just gone back for her and defended her for the rest of her life. He groaned

"Good idea 'enry." he reached out to plunk his hand atop Henry's head to just play with his short hair. "subjects subjects...oh right, i am the son of a polyamorous elf and a french whore, i have plenty to talk about. for instance, when did you uh, learn to appreciate things like what i did in the alley?"

[Henry Stammers]

Henry was grateful for the subject change, even if it was to something sexual. "Shit, I-I-I don't kn-kn-know. I guess b-by the t-t-time I learned t-to ride a b-bike I kn-knew I had the s-s-same appreci-ci-ciation for men and w-w-women. I u-u-used to g-get picked on i-in school f-for telling b-boys they we-were pretty. I d-d-didn't know an-any b-b-better."
He shrugged and closed his eyes, letting the bottle of whiskey rest between his legs. "Just f-figured it w-w-was normal."

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael's devious smile slowly scrawled across his prissy face. He had laid back, watching the man speak of himself and how he was teased and what he spoke of was highly entertaining/ He was definitely becoming himself again. His hand extended out towards the man beside him and ran his hand up his thigh before he grasped the bottle and took a sip for himself. "It's normal. Though i didnt know right away myself, theres some things a woman does for your heart and some things a man does and some things only Raphael can do." he hovered the bottle in front of the slayer's eyes. "Like suck...your blood.."

[Henry Stammers]

Henry hadn't forgotten Raphael's intoxicating ability to drain his blood and leave him suspended in euphoria. On the contrary - it was frequently at the back of his mind. But Henry was far, FAR too proud to ask the vampire for it.
"I-is th-th-that wh-what you're g-g-gonna do?" He swatted at the bottle, reflexes dull. "Y-you c-c-can try."

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael tugged the bottle back towards himself, took a slip and slid it back between the slayer''s legs, his lips curling up at the corners like a cat. "Oh I was considering it. I wore myself out so much tonight what with the complete mental breakdown and the..assistance i gave you. I wonder if you really liked it, and if i get a little.." the vampire trailed off as he nudged his head under Henry's"Present!" he said it more abruptly than the last time and quickly sun his fangs into the source of that adorable impediment of his.

[Henry Stammers]

Henry's hand came down on Raph's shoulder and squeezed hard. "N-no wait," he began to protest, but that noise stopped the moment Raph's fangs sank into his warm neck. He was at once taken by the sensation, and collapsed back against the cushions. His green eyes squeezed shut and he groaned. So much for putting up a fight.

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael planted his hand on the boy's shoulder to keep him as flat on his back as possible while he got a nice solid grip on his neck. Like a dog with a treasure chew toy he truly revelled in the act. and Henry such a deep passionate creature, someone who he felt he could genuinely talk to, also got off on being fed upon. It made him fear ever bringing henry among his kindred, for he might hunt them. Though, he would rather see some of them go than see Henry go. Raphael was nearly lost in a lapse of pleasure himself when it dawned on him that he would drain the poor man dry. slowly e slipped his fangs free and licked his thin lips, keeping his mouth close to the boy's neck. "I can taste the alcohol."

[Henry Stammers]

The more blood Raphael drained from Henry, the more euphoric the human got, and the less he pretended to struggle. For a while, all that could be heard was Henry's labored, ragged breathing, and the steady thudding of his heart as the blood flow around it slowed. Draining someone was a very technical thing, a delicate science. Even Stammers understood that. And even with his hatred for vampires, he trusted Raphael with one of the most dangerous things a human and a vampire could embark upon.
When it was all over, and Henry was left sluggish and bleeding on the cushions with pupils the size of saucers, he smiled a charming - if challenging - smile at the gorgeous vampire.
"Surely you can't be finished."

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael looked at the shape his companion was in. There was something quite enticing about the wounded animal look he had at that moment. He started to reach over Henry, moving his body over the younger mans in a slinky, cat-like way. Then he spurred him on with that smile. Ohhh that smile was marvelous. "Well, maybe im not." still moving in that slow methodical way be slid one deer-like skinny leg across the boy's body so he straddled him. "voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" he growled in his raspy tone.

[Henry Stammers]

Henry had quite the mastery over other languages, but his speech impediment kept him from speaking them. A Russian stammer was not intimidating. But there were...opportunities in which that stutter went away, so he had to take advantage of the situation when he could.
Shaky fingers found the back of Raph's neck and pulled him in. Then, a weak whisper in his ear: "Si vous pensez que vous pouvez suivre."

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael's eyes grew a little wider as those strong hands now so weak tugging him in closer so he could whisper and ohh a man whispering in french to the vampire was delicious. Normally he wasnt so easily beguiled. Marista, the bright-eyed fae, oh they were enticing creatures but this damaged lonely man, was a human reflection of himself. This was what Raphael had been centuries ago. They could share a certain pain that not all could understand. There was no glamor to their pan there was no soap opera. It was raw and very real. But of course to balance it out, Raphael was an over the top loony fop who tried to send his lesser god of a son to school.

"Oui. 'enri" His lips locked with Henrys, hands clasping over the sides of his head like he planned to suck his face clean off.

[Henry Stammers]

Henry really did have his demons, and there was a lot of lonely sorrow that followed him. . .but that didn't mean he didn't know how to have a good time. When the threat of danger was gone, and when his narrow gaze wasn't currently on eradicating shitbag vampires, he was able to let go a little. . .and live.
"Hold still," he ordered quietly, and with surprising grace for someone so sober, drew his knife and sliced open Raph's shirt. By the time the kiss was initiated, Henry was shoving the vampire's shirt from his shoulders. Soon after, his hands trailed generously. . .lower.

~Fade to always-slimming and timelessly fashionable black.~