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 Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2019 6:13 pm
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 Despite his best efforts, a snort of laughter still managed to slip from him. Men in uniform were some of the sexiest things for him to see, but after everything was said and done, he doubted he would want anyone resembling a doctor anywhere near him. As tempting as the thought of being Marcel's patient was. Virgil blinked again at the mention of him spending money on him. That wasn't quite what he had meant. "I hardly expect ya t'pay for my treatment. I'd just hate for ya t'lose out on part of your paycheck 'cause ya stayed home with me." Virgil could be homeless and starving out on the streets and he would still be hardheaded and difficult about someone buying him some food. There were times in his life he had tried to be more open to the charity of others but, in the end, he remembered his father's words and became stubborn as ever about it. His heart just about melted when it became clear this wouldn't be a problem for the human. "Right." This was his first healthy relationship so he had forgotten...or rather, he hadn't realized until now he would have his support through something like surgery and what came afterward. Virgil became still and quiet when his question was answered. He was pretty sure seeing him all loopy and out of it from anesthesia would be pretty amusing to see. Then he was treated to a worse answer. By this point, he was desensitized to most acts of violence although the stories Marcel told him were enough to make him want to squirm at times. He didn't actually, of course, but he came close. It only bothered him because these things had happened to the man he loved and care so much for. If anyone else came and told him a similar tragedy, they would find him quite stone-faced and apathetic to their suffering. While he hated knowing what he had suffered through, he was glad he was willing to tell him these things. "Goddamn..." He muttered as he ran his eyes over the length of the scar, having wondered what had caused it before. He couldn't say how he felt about it now that he, only that he was thankful the Hispanic had managed to survive the attack. Again. "Those are never fun..." He would quietly comment at the mention of a feeding tube. Virgil had to bare with one of those as well went he'd first arrived at the hospital. Though he'd hardly been fed by his captures, his body had gotten accustomed to the rare meal of half-cooked rice that it couldn't tolerate any more nutritional foods as they were. But it made sense to him why Marcel would be nauseous and need to be put on a feeding tube after nearly being gutted like some hog. After that, and no telling what else the war vet had gone through, it was a bit surprising that he was still willing to jump into a fight. Plenty of people with a similar history would rather play it extremely safe afterward. "You're one th' toughest humans I've met. Heh, I feel like an a*****e now for all th' bitchin' I did earlier 'bout havin' t'go see th' doctor." No doubt feeling as if he had a bad flu for a day or two was nothing compared to the hell his lover had endured. Virgil gently nuzzled the underside edge of his jaw with the bridge of his nose. A werewolf form of apology, more or less. Sitting back, he reluctantly let go of him. "Ready t'head back t'camp?" He grinned. "I ain't ah mermaid like ya an' I'm freezin'." Virgil was being a bit dramatic although he wasn't exactly warm now the sun had moved.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2019 1:37 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2019 9:31 pm
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"Oh, aye. I'll manage fine. Th' peace an' quite will be nice." Virgil would cheekily reassure him he would indeed be able to fend for himself for a few hours. He probably wouldn't be awake for most of them or, at least, he planned to sleep through as much of his recovery as he could. He couldn't help but chuckle as it was declared that nearly being gutted hurt like s**t. He imagined so. Tried to, anyway. This was one thing he couldn't empathize with Marcel on. His enemies had tried several ways of disposing of him over the years. Shooting him, stabbing him, bashing his skull in, hanging him and numerous other things. Somehow, no one had ever tried gutting him. Which he considered himself damn lucky on. His eyes rolled pretty hard when he was asked about the crying. It figured he'd get a smart-mouth reply. Which was something he hadn't missed at all. Well, he had. But only a little! He only shook his head in response, having a feeling that talking back would only encourage the snarky man. After Marcel stood, he remained where he was for a moment longer so he could admire the view. Of the pond and the surrounding forest. His partner's body had nothing to do with it. "Ain't so bad, darlin'...ya could say it's th' way nature intended." He teased while he walked out of the water, bending down to grab his own pile of clothing and his bottle of tea. Each article would be shaken out before he draped them over a shoulder. Of course, the big guy wasn't going to complain about having to be naked for a while longer. Not when it meant he would be able to eye-bang all that tan flesh some more. "There might be somethin' ya can dry off with in th' truck...but don't hold me t'it." As much as Virgil enjoyed the view, he got the impression he wasn't all that thrilled to be in his natural state outside. Hell, it was probably a small miracle the man had ended up taking off his boxers in the first place.
At least the walk back wouldn't take that long, a track he could make in his sleep by now. Walking over to his truck, he set everything down on the tailgate before he moved over to his toolbox. It didn't take him long to locate the blanket they'd used at the beach bundled up on one side. "Eh, there's this but it might be sandy...beggars can't be choosers, I guess." Pulling it out, he used a small portion of it to dry off his lower body and set it off to the side. Afterward, he went to put his boxer briefs back on. While being nude didn't bother him, he still had a fire to start and there was no way he was doing that without some sort of protection!
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2019 6:06 am
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 Marcel would end up putting a hand to his chest with a look of mock hurt when Virgil spoke about peace and quiet "Oh really now!? Are you trying to say I'm a big mouth!?" he feigned anger before letting out a huff before grinning a bit in amusement "I should stay home just to ruin your peace and quiet!" he teased a small bit with a small laugh. He was glad though that Virgil didn't seem to be fretting the after effects of the surgery too much at least. The Hispanic would then roll his eyes a little bit at Virgil and shook his head "Nature can ******** off with it's intentions, I want to towel off!" he knew that they were so far out into the wilderness that the likelihood of any people finding the two naked men were at an all time bare minimum but unlike Virgil, Marcel wasn't nearly as comfortable being so exposed for the world. But then again seeing the other man bend down was always a treat to say the least so he supposed that there was some merit to this whole skinny dipping thing! Not that he would say anything to encourage the other man! His attention was then drawn to Virgil and he could only hope the other man was correct in the possibility "I hope so, the sun's just starting to set and I'm getting a bit chilled!" there was still a good amount of daylight left of course but now that the sun was beginning to hide behind the tree's and casting long shadows. It also didn't help that the Hispanic was now starting to feel the chill after stepping out of the water. He was at least thankful that the walk back to their campsite wasn't a long one at this point and now that they were back, Marcel would walk with Virgil over to the truck and watched as he pulled out a familiar blanket. The former soldier grinned a bit in recognition "That'll do just fine, as long as I can at least dry off it'll be good!" of course remembering where the blanket was Marcel would give it a good shake after Virgil dried himself off with it and used it to dry off his lower half before ending patting his upper half dry. Once that was finished Marcel would bundle up the blanket and put it back where Virgil had it stored. The Hispanic would then stare at his still soaking briefs for a moment before shrugging and sliding back into his shorts "Been awhile since I went commando" he would off offhandedly comment as he buttoned and zippered up, feeling much better now that the Velazquez family jewels were no longer on display for the world to see. Being shirtless was no real issue for him so he would simply drape the shirt alongside his briefs on the side of the truck before joining Virgil's side by the pre built campfire "C'mon big guy! Let's get this fire going, snack foods can only hold me over for so long!" Marcel playfully whined a little bit while batting at the other man's shoulder with a grin. After all that swimming he was starting to feel a bit hungry! (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2019 7:53 pm
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It was a challenge for Virgil to keep from laughing at his antics. Honestly, he wouldn't put it past Marcel to stay home with him while he was recovering and be extra loud just to mess with him. A small snicker still managed to work its way out of him. He was certain the other man wouldn't be able to make in a nudist colony. Though it wasn't like he would be able to either. Marcel was the only person he was comfortable being fully naked around. If things had happened differently between them and they hadn't slept together by now, he would be hesitant as hell to get fully undressed around him as he had the first time they'd gone swimming. Leaving him to dry off and get dressed, he went to get things started. The former bounty hunter might like doing things the old fashioned way at times, but he couldn't begrudge the conveniences of the modern age. Such as store-bought fire starter. Collecting dried leaves and twigs weren't something Virgil felt like wasting time with. Once more, he went to search through his toolbox and came away with small brick made of compacted wood shavings. After grabbing his lighter, he walked to the fire pit and knelt down. The brick would be broken into half, one which he soon held over the small flame coming from his old zippo so it could catch fire. He blinked a bit, kind of caught off guard by the voice coming somewhere behind him. It was decided then and there he was going to pretend he hadn't heard the comment. Or think about what it meant. He didn't need that kind of temptation in his life right now! As the flame had spread enough to his liking, he placed the fire starter in the bottom opening of the wood stack and went to work on the second half although it didn't happen quite as quickly. He playfully growled back at him. Here he was trying to concentrate not to burn himself and the younger man was pestering him! "I could give ya ah protein shot if you're feelin' peckish." He glanced over to Marcel, trying to keep his expression as innocent as possible. Innuendos were too much fun to resist. He placed the second piece in another area and watched it for a brief moment before nodding his head in approval. Dusting his hands off, he stood and turned to face him. Just how much he loved seeing him in all forms of dress became to him quite clear then. His eyes slowly traveled over his bare torso as if seeing it for the first time as he stepped closer. "It'll take ah bit for th' fire t'get goin' for s'mores..." Already the wood was starting crackle and pop as the flame began to consume the kindling so they would only have to wait a few minutes. It was a dumb thought, but he could hardly wait until night fully came and he could view his lover by firelight. There was no doubt in his mind it would only enhance his beautiful visage. The werewolf absentmindedly reached out for him and gently ran his thumb over the portion of his scar near his belly button. "I can go ahead an' cook th' steak if ya'd rather." It didn't matter to him what they ate first. Though, if the way his stomach rumbled just then was anything to go by, it very much had an opinion.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2019 11:05 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2019 2:28 pm
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Virgil rolled his eyes hard at the comment about how he had made the fire. It disappointed him that Marcel might think that was one way to start a fire, but he wasn't about to correct him right now. This camping trip was supposed to be an escape from their work! Pearly white teeth could be seen as a too happy and wolfish grin broke out across his face. "Well, I can't argue th' logic there..." As if Virgil had the ability to say no to that. There was no sense in lying about it or trying to deny the truth. One word or suggestion and he would be latched onto his partner like a newborn pup to its mother's teat. It might be a developing addiction. He chuckled when his careful study of the other man's torso earned him a snarky comment. "Maybe I will." He stuck his tongue out at Marcel. Actually taking a picture of him had never crossed his mind since he wasn't the sort that took pictures, but maybe he should. It would be a nice way to immortalize their adventures together and it would give him something to look back on when...he wasn't going to try not to think about that again. Thankfully, he wasn't given the time to dwell on it. He scoffed. Having his age being thrown in his face didn't really bother him but old fart was a bit harsh! "I might be old though there's one thing ya need t'remember..." He quietly walked up behind Marcel and bent down somewhat behind him so he was hovering over him. A hand went to rest on the side of his neck, now clawed nails ever so lightly brushing across his throat as he leaned in closer. He ran the tip of his tongue along the opposite side of his neck up to his ear. "Old is jus' another word for experienced, sweetheart." He husked out in a growled whisper before he nipped the edge of his ear. Pretending he hadn't just teased him, he stood and headed back to his truck. Where he put on the rest of his clothes on first. After that little stunt, Virgil wasn't entirely feeling brave enough to walk around mostly naked now. Being fully dressed again helped him feel a bit more at ease should the unavoidable happen since he had some sort of protection. "Could ya bring th' steak over 'ere? An' that bottle of Jagermeister?" Removing the grate from the small grill he'd set up earlier, he picked up the bag of charcoal and poured some in. This time he used lighter fluid to get the fire started.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2019 11:16 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2019 11:23 pm
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Virgil matched his threatening glare with the most adorable smile he could give. He honestly didn't understand why these moments embarrassed Marcel so much. It wasn't as if there was anyone around to witness his distressful state. His smile faded as he insulted him in his native tongue. Anything else and he would have never known, but he knew the translation of one of those words and thanks to it he could take an educated guess on the other. "I ain't ah female dog...or is that somethin' else I need t'remind ya of?" He glanced over toward him with a raised brow. Old fart. Gramps. b***h. Kids these days had no damn respect for their elders! One of these days he needed to get off his lazy a** and teach the mouthy man a lesson in manners. The brute was fully aware of the troubled he had caused him and he was ignoring it as well. He didn't need to torture himself any more than he already was suffering. The memory of how Marcel had responded to his teasing was lingering in his mind, which was causing the monster to stir and making it hard to for him to concentrate on the task at hand. All he had to do was put the grate back on! It took the items being set down for Virgil to snap back to reality. "Thanks, darlin'." Placing the grate back on, he picked up the Jager and opened it to distract himself from the presence so damn close to him. He took a small sip, wrinkling his nose as the licorice flavor of it washed over his taste buds. He'd drank it in the past and now he remembered why he rarely did, but he wasn't going to let it stop him right now. "That's rich comin' from someone who didn't know how t'make hard boiled eggs this mornin'." He shot back at him. So what if he liked to have something alcoholic to sip on while he was cooking? There was no harm in it! With another witty remark on the tip of his tongue, he looked over to him. Everything shut down when he did. The smart-a** reply, his ability to think and breathe. All he could do was stare for a moment. Marcel's playful flexing accompanying commentary earlier came back to him. To the lycan, he had nothing but good sides. This pose was definitely better than the cute one from before, too. His skin appeared almost golden thanks to the soft glow of the setting sun with his toned torso on display and his shorts riding so sinfully low on his hips with his current trouble right there for the world to see. His Adam's apple bobbed as Virgil swallowed down a noise of pure want. He looked like he could be a centerfold for one of those adult magazines in all honesty. Scars included.
He took his phone out and opened the camera app. He made sure to turn the flash off so he wouldn't alert the other to what he was doing before he snapped the picture. The first photo on the relatively new phone, one he looked at to make sure he hadn't screwed it up somehow. He hadn't, too used to snapping photos of his targets afterward as added proof for his clients. Satisfied, he opened one of the music apps and selected a playlist that had several hours worth of various types of rock music. Arguably, it was mostly the bluesy kind although there were others! With that, he set the device down and went back to studying his partner while he waited. The coals needed ten minutes before they were really ready to cook over. He could do a lot of damage in ten minutes. Better yet, it would be so easy to lean over his tailgate and...Virgil took a longer drink from the bottle, sucking down the dark brew until he needed to breathe. He gasped a bit as he lowered it, wiping excess liquid from his lips afterward. A deep breath was taken and slowly exhaled to calm his rampant pulse. Apparently, it didn't take much needed to be done to make him feel all hot and bothered. For either of them, really. He went to the front of his truck to grab the rest of the things he needed. Small shakers of salt and pepper were removed from the glovebox along with two huntings knives and the bag containing the plastic plates and cutlery. The items would be added to the tailgate and the bottle returned to his hand while he checked on the grill. Eight minutes and counting. "Comfortable?" Marcel genuinely looked like he was. He shouldn't bother him. Too bad Virgil wasn't all that nice of a person. Stepping over him, he lowered down to straddle his lower abdomen while not so subtly wiggling back a tad. "Mmm, ya are." He commented as if the question was meant to be one asking if he was comfortable as a cushion. Which he was, of course! "How do ya want your steak cooked?" Indeed, he had come all the way down here just to ask that all important question. In no way was he trying to drive Marcel crazy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 4:28 am
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Why on earth did the other man have to pull off being so damn adorable? It wasn't fair and made trying to stay even playfully upset with him near impossible! No man should be allowed to pull off ruggedly sexy and stupidly adorable at the same time, it just wasn't fair! However to say Marcel was a bit surprised when Virgil called him out on his insult the Hispanic blinked a bit in surprised before laughing a little bit "Oh? You sure act like one sometimes!" he snidely remarked to the other man with an amused grin. He wasn't sure how Virgil put up with the Hispanic, his big mouth coupled with his snide remarks usually drove people away and yet it seemed like Virgil only got closer and closer. It did warm his heart a little bit. Once he was situated and comfortable in the grass Marcel scoffed a little bit and let out an unhappy grumble "I know how to make hard boiled eggs! I just...didn't know how long to cook them, that's all!" ******** him! He could at least do that, Marcel just...usually never boiled them so he didn't know how long they should have gone! He didn't want to dry out and overcook eggs....that's how it worked...right? Marcel just chose to not linger on that and instead focused on the soft crackling of the fire nearby, the fresh air of the tree's around him. The Veteran wasn't usually a nature man but today he might just have been converted a little bit, this truly was an amazing place. The whole time he kept his eyes shut so he could enjoy all the smaller things around him, completely unaware that his photo was taken. Which was probably for the best. Meanwhile the Hispanic simply reached up for a moment and scratched a spot on his chest, an old, unremarkable bullet wound he received in battle. He would then put both arms up behind his head to act as a pillow of sorts to keep his head directly out of the grass. Once he heard music begin to play Marcel's face would crack into a grin and his head slowly bobbed to the music "Mmmm not a bad choice Querido" he complimented the others choice in music. Marcel wasn't particularly choosy when it came to his music but rock of just about any style was his favored. As he laid there comfortably the Hispanic could feel his problem begin to slowly but surely fade back down to nothing. He listened to the nice music and Virgil busying himself with getting their dinner prepared and ready to cook and eat. Marcel would then hear the other man and he slowly nodded his head "Si, soy Cariño" he spoke in his native tongue once more as he soaked in the still warm sunlight. Marcel swore he felt something move over him but the sudden weight on him alerted him to Virgil. That and that awful wiggle that brought him right back to life, dammit. Marcel would hold in any noise that wanted to escape his throat once more, there was no way he'd let Virgil have this. He'd continue to just ignore his pressing matter and instead thought over the question "Give me...nice medium. Just perfectly pink if you can" it was his favored way of eating steak personally. He knew that most people swore by rare but the Hispanic was never one to eat raw meat...at least not if he had a choice in the matter that is. He opened one eye for but a moment as he gazed at Virgil who was situated so snugly on his lower abdomen "You comfortable there?" he echoed the others question back at him before closing his eye once again to ignore more of the other man's actions. It would be simple enough to ignore him after all. (Translation: Si soy cariño = Yeah, I am Darling ) |
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 2:46 pm
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Virgil knew there was no denying that he could act like a b***h at times though someone who could act just as badly had no right to complain. ”Same difference.” He'd mutter after he tried to defend his lack of skill in the kitchen. Making, cooking...they were interchangeable by his way of reckoning! A shoulder lifted and fell in a shrug when his choice of music was complimented. Though it was nice to know it met Marvel's approval. He figured selecting one with a bunch of country would have brought about no end of bitching so he'd compromised. ”I enjoy it though whenever I listen t'it I always wanna get really stoned.” He'd spent plenty of time in New Orleans at some bar thick with marijuana smoke while a live band played this type of music. It made him kind of homesick there for a brief moment even if it wasn't the place he was originally born. In the end, Virgil supposed it didn't matter. He had a new home now with someone he deeply adored and a new life. As far as old connections and friendships back in the states went, he was willing to let them go without much thought. He was always more of an introvert than an extrovert, but after months of solitary confinement, his tolerance for being around people was at an all-time low. He only had enough patience for one at a time and that slot was obviously full now.
Hearing the confirmation in Spanish made him feel guilty. Though not enough to actually make him move and leave him alone. He made sure to pay close attention to what he was telling him about his preference for steak. He didn't want to screw it up, especially since he had made his remark about the man not knowing the process behind hard boiled eggs. "Mmkay." He was confident he could manage medium steak despite the fact he hardly ever cooked even a rare one. The wolfish male was just thankful he hadn't asked him to cook it well-done. That ruined the meat in his humble opinion. Virgil would continue to take small sips from the bottle while he sat on him, simply wasting time until he had to get up again and make their dinner. "It'll do, I guess." He would answer him with a ring of disappointment to his tone like he wasn't really content with where he was. In truth, he was very much comfortable but he wasn't going to let him in on that. Setting the bottle down on the grass, he raised his arms above his head and leaned back a bit to stretch while letting out a low groan. "That's better..." Why he confirmed it was beyond him since it seemed Marcel was ignoring his existence, which brought a dark chuckle from him. That was perfectly fine with him. If he thought it would discourage Virgil, he was sorely mistaken. It would only encourage him to try to mess with him more. He reached back behind himself under the pretense of going to scratch an itch on his backside only for him to end up slowly grazing his digits along the protrusion. A wicked smirk teased the corner of his mouth as he dared to do it a second time as if he had never felt such a thing in his entire life. Done with his inspection of the foreign object, he put his hands down on his thighs. "Oh. What about salt an' pepper?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 3:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2019 11:24 am
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Virgil blinked a few times at the new information. Now that was something that was rather interesting. While he had never pegged Marcel for being a goody-two-shoes as a teenager, he'd never really thought he might have a wild streak as smoking weed. Once more he wondered over the possible difference between the now and then, what the youth might have been like before the military got their claws into him and turned the man into a killing machine. Something he would never know first hand and could only imagine. "Maybe we should fix that." He mumbled softly, half wondering what would be the easiest way to acquire some. He hadn't smoked the stuff since he had come to this country simply because it was easier to go to a store and buy alcohol than hunt down a dealer. He had to hold back his laughter at what he thought of as being snapped at. Someone was having way too much fun with this. "Now, I didn't say that exactly." Virgil patted his chest reassuringly. "I jus' had t'work out th' kinks." He gently wiggle his hips down against him as if to prove he was perfectly comfortable now. Indeed, he was enjoying his sitting spot. One that was quickly becoming a new favorite for him. Marcel could try to hide the truth all he wanted, but those subtle reactions to his movements were telling him all he needed to know. The scavenger was used to taking what little he could get. The way his breathing hitched and the twitch of his eyebrow were enough for him. This was simply a wolf toying with his prey before he moved in for the kill. And a small taste of the hell that awaited him because true payback would be a lot more unpleasant than what he was doing now. Not even his love for him would spare him from that. As he had told him that morning, the other man might have won the battle but he would end up winning the war. His eyes rolled at the answer he was given. Just because he was being a cruel tease didn't mean he had to be so unhelpful! "Fine." It was a good thing his lover had his eyes closed just then, the toothy grin he was wearing didn't bode well for anyone. Virgil began to hum along with the new song that played, rocking and swaying his hips in perfect rhythm with the languid tune. He wondered how long he could keep this charade up, if it was possible to keep the man's interest piqued without actively touching him. Thankfully, his shower that morning had given him the chance to take the edge off and his own problem nowhere nearly as bad as his companion's. He stopping moving after a minute. "But tell me...if I can do what I want..." He leaned down closer to him, his mouth dangerously close to his throat. "What's t'stop me from eatin' you?" He husked out before he nibbled at the Spaniard's throat as if it was a fine delicacy. As if some timer had just sounded, Virgil stopped after a few seconds and stood up to return to his makeshift kitchen. He went back to humming as he picked up the first steak to unwrapp it and place it onto the grill.
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2019 8:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2019 11:53 pm
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Virgil was quite certain he had never heard such a noise before in his life, but it was such a beautiful one. He might not have managed to break him, but he managed to get his facade to crack a little. At times he felt he was far too nice to Marcel. If he wasn't so concerned with satisfying his hunger then he would have stayed down there to play with him until he was satisfied with the result. As it was, he would just have to be happy with what he had gotten. "Then git off your a** an' help." He sassed like an irritated wife, hardly needing to be told what to do by someone as inexperienced as him! Narrowing his eyes into a playful glare, he glanced at him only to find the smaller man laying on his stomach. Aw! There went his sitting spot! Virgil wouldn't complain too much though. This new of him view was just as nice as the other one. He wondered if he was trying to protect his neck. As if that would hardly stop him if that was the case. Either way, he was glad Marcel wasn't watching him because he hardly had any idea about what he was doing. His expression became uncertain when he looked back to the steak on the grill. If this one was his own, he would have flipped it already. But since it wasn't, he figured it wouldn't hurt to leave it for another minute or a few. Wait, crap...he'd forgotten a step. He sprinkled some of the salt and pepper onto the meat before he used a knife to turn it over and did the same to the other. There. Now he would leave it alone. His fingers needlessly brushed against the human's backside as he moved to retrieve the Jager. Nope, he would give him a minute's peace. He went to lean against the tailgate, cradling the bottle his chest after taking a drink. His gaze settled on the fire pit across the way. By now the fire was full fledged and wouldn't need to be tended to for a while as he was pleased to note. "I miss ridin'..." Virgil's tone was a tad too suggestive and wishful for his out-of-the blue-comment. "There's somethin' empowerin' about havin' ah strong beast between your legs." He was talking about horses, of course. Though he did genuinely miss owning the graceful creatures. They were perhaps his true favorite animal. His younger self had been quite enamored with them ever since he had first saw one and had even dreamed of becoming a world renowned breeder. Funny how life had a way of eventually crushing the life dreams of children. Only the truly lucky managed to accomplish their life's dreams, few could say they were content with how things had turned out and, as far as the two were concerned, they had gotten the shortest end of the stick. If their younger selves had a way of knowing how their lives would turn out, they would no doubt be disappointed and heartbroken by the revelation.
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