Marcel Velazquez's apartment

[prince charmIess]

Virgil's head tilted to a side as he listen to him. He supposed ghost hunting was a lot more tame compared to throwing one's self out of a plane hundreds of feet up in the air. For a man that absolutely hated flying, the latter seemed like the very definition of idiocy. A half smile was offered for his help during his coughing fit. The effort was appreciated even if hadn’t really worked all that much. After that little scare, he was a bit more careful as he went back to eating. His throat had been abused enough for one night. ”Maybe…that looked real enough though.” He commented with a slight nod of his head upon seeing the shadowy hand. What the demon that had latched onto Marcel for so long looked like would forever be etched into his memory. Alcohol might help him temporarily blotch it out as it did every other terrible memory he had, but it would be lurking there now as well. Not that Virgil truly wanted to forget. While the thing was disturbing, he needed to remember every little nasty trick it had in case the damn thing ever returned. ”Pretty sure they’re idiots now...” He muttered as one of the men began to taunt the entity responsible for attacking the other guy. Shortly after that, another man began freaking out and claiming he was sensing some serious dark and negative energy. The older man had to bite his tongue a bit to keep from outright laughing ridiculous it all sounded. While dark history and the occult might be a guilty pleasure of his, shows like these were more often comical than they were scary and educational.

A loud crash at the other end of the hallway they were in had the whole team scrambling in the direction of the noise, where they all promptly freaked out at the sight of a heavy metal bed frame over on its side in the middle of the small room. They showed footage of their earlier exploration in the daytime, supposedly of the same bed which was bolted to the floor against one wall. This seemed to be the breaking point for the team as they soon started to wrap everything up though they claimed it was because they couldn’t explore any further due to hazardous conditions. ”Well, that was ah waste of time.” The only reason Virgil had left it on the show was out of some hope they might learn how to ward off demonic s**t or something like that. Finished with his pizza, he relaxed back with his drink cradle against his chest as another show with the same team started. He picked up the remote to hand it to the movie lover only to end up holding it up out of his reach when the showed what was an old fort which was now a Historical site. Supposedly the first sign of civilization that far out West, which had him rolling his eyes at how easily people seemed to forget the Native tribes that had lived in the area beforehand. ”I…I think I’ve stayed there…” The old werewolf glanced over to Marcel and widened his eyes somewhat as they went on to explain that while there were ghosts of people who once lived there, they were really drawn to the location because of an old legend of a Wendigo. ”If they find somethin’ an’ live, they’re fakes.” His tone was very matter-of-fact. ”Wendigos are ********’ fierce.” The memory made his manly bits want to crawl inside of his body for safety. In his defense, the creature had looked human enough at the time.

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Marcel watched their exploration continue after they began their taunting of whatever demon or spirit attacked the man a few minutes prior. The Hispanic man chuckled a little bit at Virgil's comment and nodded his head in complete agreement "Yeah sure, taunt the thing that cut his back. I'm sure they won't go fort he throat next" he stated his own piece on the subject before he watched the group begin freaking out as their psychic began going on about negative energy. Honestly he didn't even know what to think, usually he wrote this s**t off as nothing but easy entertainment for the easily fooled. However his own experiences along with the sight of the once bolted bed frame made Marcel question his skepticism once again. He would then chuckle a little bit when Virgil called it a waste of time "Not quite! We learnt that ghosts can rip bolted metal from walls!" the Veteran commented with an amused tone as he took yet another deep drink from the glass. He would reach out for the remote as it seemed like Virgil was handing it to him but would look over at him when the remote was held out of his reach. He would turn his attention to the Television in complete surprise when Virgil commented about staying in the place the team was exploring this time "Wait...seriously!?" he questioned before they began to speak about the different kinds of spirits that resided there, both malevolent and benign. Although when they spoke of some kind of creature called the Wendigo, Marcel was lost. He would turn his attention to Virgil as he spoke about the ferocity of Wendigo's and looked back at the TV "What are..." however he paused his question when the Historian of the group gave a brief overview about Wendigo's, about how they were once humans who resorted to cannibalism and were taken over and possessed by the Wendigo. Marcel would turn his head as they then went on about the spirits that were said to be there "Accurate Querido? Anything to add?" he asked with a curious look on his face, wondering what kind of ties this place and Virgil had.




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”Seriously.” His brows knitted together as Virgil stared back at the television. It was strange to see a place he had once stayed at on screen even weirder that they were talking about it as a part of history. Maybe he should have burned the place to the ground like he had first thought to do when he had discovered David’s secret. He listened to the explanation they gave of a Wendigo and shrugged a shoulder at Marcel’s question. ”I guess it is.” Just because he’d had a love affair with one didn’t make him an expert on the matter! A long drink of his Bloody Mary was taken as he tried to shake the cobwebs off of his brain, searching for some a more solid memory of it. ”Heh…If the whole possession thing is true then maybe th’ thing I was ********’ at th’ time wasn’t actually David…maybe it was just wearin’ his face…” He muttered as if he were talking to himself. After a few more seconds, he shook his head and better focused his attention on Marcel with a slight grin. ”He looked human enough right up until he didn’t.” Chuckling, he gestured to the drawings they were showing of what the creature supposedly looked like. There were a few variations between artists, but the general theme was the same. Skeletal humanoids with large black eyes, sharp claws, and teeth better suited to the mouth of a shark. ”I’d woke up one night ‘cause I heard someone cryin’…found some guy chained up in th’ basement, which I kinda remember thinkin’ was weird since th’ poor b*****d’s legs had already been cut off.” He let out a small sigh. ”David came shortly after that an’ he wasn’t t’happy about me findin’ his food so he attacked. I barely managed t’get outta there. I don’t’ think I would’ve if I’d been ah human.” Virgil wasn’t going to dwell on the image of how David’s body had warped into something more monstrous much like the drawings shown earlier. His eyes glanced toward the screen as the small group went inside of the general’s cabin in the center of the fort while the historian explained that a group had come to check on the people at the fort after no one had heard any word from them in weeks. They, unsurprisingly, came across a grisly scene upon entering the cabin which was filled with human remains. The general’s journal they had found blamed the dire situation all on a harsh winter and the fact that the hunter he had hired had abandoned them, leaving him with little other choice than to slowly butcher the others to keep the remaining few alive. Virgil scoffed. ”Bullshit. His a** probably got greedy.” He grumbled softly, beginning to feel guilty for those unfortunate souls fate. He wouldn’t say he outright abandoned them, but getting the hell out of there to save his own a** did probably fall close to it. Needless to say, he wasn't a fan of having his good name drug through the dirt. Not that it was all that good."Eh..." He set the remote down in his lap as he leaned over to kiss him on the cheek."I'mma go shower." With that, he stood up to go put the empty pizza box in the trash before he headed for the bathroom with his glass in hand. It might not be his favorite alcoholic drink, but there was no way in hell he was going to let it go to waste.

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Marcel knew that Virgil was well over a hundred years old, pushing a hundred and seventy but still the fact that this area that was now a historical site was once his home still was jarring to the Hispanic. When he confirmed that he wasn't ******** with him Marcel would shake his head a bit at the sheer thought of it all. He would then blink when Virgil didn't seem to have any more of a clue than he did with his somewhat flippant answer. He would then stare at Virgil when the other man confirmed he was in a relationship with someone called David and from the context clues when he spoke about the posession then...that would mean that David was...a low groan escaped from Marcel as they showed general depictions of what Wendigo's looked like. He would hold the glass between his legs while a his now free hand covered his face for a moment before sighing "You ******** one of those...THINGS....and then I..." Marcel had to not dwell on it for too long, it was honestly more amusing than anything else but still. The sheer sight of those warped versions of humans and the fact that Virgil had been with one of them was something that he would not want to think about. He would then listen to Virgil explain about about his own history there and how this David had kept a poor man alive with his legs cut off. The Hispanic would shake his head when he mentioned that he wouldn't have survived if he were human and not a werewolf the fact that there was living proof of these..."Wendigo's" existence as well as that ******** demon that haunted him. Marcel had to end up simply accepting the fact that all he knew was a lie and that he would probably have to start just going with things like this from now on. Marcel would continue to watch this show with much more fascination now that not only were these things all real as far as he knew but the fact that this place was somewhere Virgil had previously lived was all the more fascinating to him because despite how much he did love the man, so much of the other mans past was a mystery to the Hispanic. Virgil didn't talk too much about his past, leaving Marcel with only small bits and pieces to try and paint a clear picture of the man next to him. He was over a hundred years old, he was a werewolf, he had a sister who was murdered by soldiers, and other small bits of information. But still Marcel wanted to know so much more about the man, especially now that he had made that newest comment. A hunter abandoning them? Virgil getting out alive after his Wendigo encounter? The Veteran was about to open his mouth to speak when Virgil gave him a kiss on the cheek and a mention of taking a shower. Well there went that plan for the moment but soon though "Alright babe, see you soon" he threw a hand up as the other threw away the empty pizza box while taking his glass with him, well hey maybe he did like the cocktail he made after all! Marcel would sip the last bit of his own Bloody Mary before grabbing the celery that was now very soaked in tomato juice and vodka and munched on it mindlessly as the hunters would begin to do their usual thing. Setting up camera's and tape recorders while preparing to spend as long as they could handle in the place. Marcel soaked in every detail about the place, hanging onto every bit of history they would give.




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The door would be left partially open after he entered the bathroom, Virgil telling himself it was because his partner might need to come in for some reason rather than admitting it was because of his problem with closed-in spaces. After all, no matter how much he tried to keep a logical train of thought, it hardly seemed to matter to his brain if a space was truly closed in or not. After one last drink, he put his glass down on the counter and moved to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature to something that was a bit warmer than he usually did. Relaxing in hot water with a good drink was a nice idea, but the big guy wasn’t about to attempt it now. What was regular size to most people seemed smaller to someone of his height and bulk. What little clothing he wore was shed and he stepped in, closing his eyes as the warm spray washed over him. Admittingly, having hot water to take advantage of was nicer than he’d originally thought. Marcel was slowly turning him to a pampered pooch. It wouldn’t take much for Virgil’s mind to wander while he washed, replaying the Hispanic’s reaction to the information about a part of his past. He didn’t know if it was a good one or not although, from what he could remember, Marcel hadn’t sounded too angry or disgusted with him. Maybe it would be better for the human’s psyche if he kept information about the supernatural world to himself. Having one’s beliefs tested and proven wrong wasn’t a fun experience although he could hardly remember exactly how badly Mathew had shaken his world all those years ago. His past as well was another thing he wondered if he should keep to himself or, better yet, only share that information when it was asked of him. Saying something that the other man might have a hard time wrapping his head around or wasn’t ready to hear wasn’t something he wanted to do. As hard as he tried to silence it, there was a part of Virgil that wondered if Marcel didn’t regret what had formed between them. Being with him certainly did take away any chance of the poor man living a close to normal life although the werewolf was going try his best to make sure his life wasn’t disrupted from normalcy too much. It was already testing the limits of his sanity, but he could continue to ignore his wilder side in favor of pretending to be more man than beast.
Once he was all squeaky clean, Virgil rinsed off all the soap and shut off the water before getting out. It took a few seconds of snooping, which made him feel guilty for doing, but he managed to keep find a towel. It would be draped over the shower rod once he was finished with drying himself to be used later on. His drink and clothing were grabbed before he headed out, going to the bedroom to put on a clean pair of boxer briefs. Having a ‘the less clothes, the better’ sentiment, he left his pajama pants with his bag and walked out as he was after kicking anything dirty into its own small pile. Touching anything that held any evidence of their fun earlier was unappealing to him now he was clean. Virgil worked on draining his glass while he headed back to the living room, wondering what his lover could have found to entertain himself. From what he could hear, it sounded as if he hadn’t bothered to switch channels. ”Are they still alive?” Virgil asked as he came into the room, pausing for a moment to grab his plastic cup from earlier. It appeared that they were though the group had split up this time around. Two remained in the cabin and were using a ouija board and other equipment to talk to any spirits while one unlucky b*****d had gotten tasked with staying near what was supposed to be a mass grave. According to their sources, no one could tell any of the remains apart so they had buried everything together in on spot. He shook his head a bit as he went to put his glass in the sink and refill his cup with moonshine. Virgil made it back to the couch in time to see one guy outside the fort freaking out about he could hear growling in the distance. ”Probably wolves…” He commented as he lightly leaned against Marcel and began to suck on his straw, watching as another man joined the first and started to explore further out. They both jumped as another person stepped out of the tree line though it was hard to make out what they looked like since the cameras would fritz out on them whenever the crew tried to focus on the newcomer. He glanced to the side at the smaller man with a smirk and a raised eyebrow as the on-screen conversation continued, what little could be heard of it since the static came close to drowning everything out. The two demanded to know who the person was and the man eerily stated he was the one who lived there before it just to a commercial break.

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While Virgil was in the shower Marcel would remain glued to the couch the entire time, softly cussing when a commercial would interrupt the show that he was watching. Now that he knew the world of fantasy had some merit to it the Hispanic felt like he needed to dive deeper, even if the entire thought of it did scare the hardened Veteran. He had been all but terrified when Virgil revealed his little secret to him but thankfully a big wolf was acceptable enough for him. At the time he was able to convince himself that it was like a big dog which was enough for him at the time but after their time on their little jog together he was able to come to terms with it. Marcel's attention would snap back to the TV once the commercial break was done and he would see them begin to try and communicate with the spirits using a Ouija Board. The Hispanic remembered how his Mother had hated those things and saw them as nothing but bad omens to the point where she forbade him from ever even touching one. Without a doubt Marcel thought she was just being an old religious kook with her supernatural fears but now he might have been a bit glad he followed her rules. His Dad had never been nearly as strict but he did also make his feelings on such occult things abundantly clear, he acted like he knew they were real tools. It was odd looking back on it but the former Soldier didn't linger on it for too long as Virgil had returned from the shower and asked his question "Seems so, poor sonava b***h left all alone, you know he drew the short straw on this one" he spoke with an amused tone as the panned over to the man who was left by his lonesome at a mass grave. The thought of such a thing made Marcel shudder, he hated those things with a passion. Dumping bodies in a giant hole and leaving them there, he had the pleasure of helping fill one of those a couple times in his life. Never. Again. Although once the new person showed up and the camera began to ******** up trying to record him the Hispanic would now roll his eyes at the show "Oh give me a break" he muttered as he watched and listened to how the man spoke about how he live there before another commercial played and he shook his head "Yeah, modern camera equipment just ******** out like that? OK sure." Marcel was clearly not impressed and his skepticism was showing once again before grinning over at Virgil "Think it was your ex Boyfriend about to show em a good time?" the Hispanic man laughed a little bit, elbowing him in the ribs in amusement. Honestly a part of him actually didn't want to brush it off as nothing but seriously though, this was a ghost hunting TV show. There was no way they'd put themselves in real danger, it was all about ratings with these kind of shows.




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Virgil grinned when he heard the skepticism in his tone, finding it quite humorous though his amusement slightly died at his little joke. He scoffed at the very idea of it. ”He wasn’t my boyfriend.” The term implied that there was some sort of romantic relationship between the two, which there hadn’t been. Friends with benefits was pushing it since he could hardly remember the two of them ever truly being friendly, David had treated him just like anyone else under his command when they weren’t drinking together or exploring more carnal activities. ”Two guys can ******** without bein’ that.” He joked only to grow somber a second later, worried that he might have given Marcel the wrong impression. ”I suppose you’re th’ first…” He idly scratched at the dark facial hair bordering his jawline as he admitted it, having absolutely no clue why boyfriends felt so weird. That was what they were, wasn’t it? Still…so weird. He took another sip of his drink as he thought back to the show they were watching. The cameras freaking out could be fake although, according to myth, technology wasn’t able to clearly pick up on occult s**t. He glanced back to Marcel with a grin. ”But it kinda sounds like tamin’ wolves has made ya cocky.” He gently pressed against him more while he teased him, resting his forehead against the side of his head. ”Think you’re some kinda expert on th’ supernatural now?” He playfully nipped the edge of his ear before he trailed his mouth lower with his lips barely brushing against his flesh. A growl was released from deep in his throat as he paused at his neck for a few seconds before he pulled away from him with a pale shade of his pink dusting his cheeks. Ahem. His breath was let out slowly as he stretched out his legs before them and propped his feet on the edge of the coffee table. Right. Human. He could do this, damn it. The Spaniard deserved nothing less than his best after all. ”But if it was actually David, I doubt th’ Black Council would allow th’ episode t’air so they’re probably fakin’ it.” He'd reassure as if there was any doubt the crew stood a chance of actually being harmed. People would no doubt lose interest in the show if they didn’t keep things suspenseful. He grunted and shook his head when the show came back on with one man explaining that they couldn't show any more of the encounter with the stranger due to the batteries being unexpectedly drained, which they claimed tended to happen whenever spirits were around since they needed the energy to manifest in the world or something. The stranger, of course, had mysteriously disappeared.

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Marcel would blink a bit when Virgil didn't take his joke nearly as well as he thought he would. Marcel would rub the back of his head a bit awkwardly for a moment "Oh..sorry" he would mumble out before Virgil would give a small joke and Marcel would smirk with a bit of amusement before looking over and seeing the somber look on his face. Was it that touchy for him? Well now at least Marcel knew not to pry too deeply into the other mans love life. But none the less as soon as Virgil admitted that he was his first...boyfriend...Marcel would grin a little bit. The whole idea of it seemed so juvenile but that was a term that best described themselves besides the slightly more neutral Lovers. But none the less Marcel would lean to the side a little bit and kissed the other mans cheek a bit "You only had ******** buddies these past hundred years? I'm honored to be your first eh...boyfriend" he chuckled a small bit before leaning back in comfort before watching the show some more. However his he would turn his gaze as a cocky smirk grew on his face as the Hispanic folded his arms over his chest a bit "Oh so you're admitting to being tamed? The Oh So Mighty Werewolf did seem to enjoy the collar and leash earlier" he would tease the other man back with an amused grin. Maybe not an expert on the supernatural but he most certainly knew about his Werewolf at the very least! However Virgil's next move had him blinking in surprise as Virgil seemed to be getting frisky once again, causing Marcel to bite his lip a bit before the other seemed to control himself after his little growl and reclined back. This seemed to happen very often, the other man would get himself seemingly so worked up only to pull himself back down to earth. He was just about to open his mouth to question the other man when he said something that very much caught his attention at that moment. The Black Council? OK now he was curious "The Black Council? What are they? The moderators for the supernatural or something?" his attention now was pulled away from the TV as he looked at Virgil with genuine interest written on his face. Honestly at this point Marcel did just want to learn more about Virgil's world and the small nuisances of it all.




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His head was slowly nodded to confirm the question. Virgil shared his body with those that wanted it as if it was worthless to him. It was, in a way , since he was prone to be the self-loathing sort more often than not. Well, there his relationship with Mathew but that didn’t count to him given how toxic and unhealthy that whole mess had been. He smiled at Marcel only to end up glaring at him seconds later when he decided to tease him. Not saying anything to that felt like the best course of actions so he kept his mouth shut, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he tilted his cup enough to able to stick the straw his mouth. Sulking, as it were, might be all the response the younger man needed. He was too stubborn to simply admit out loud that he liked it. Someone’s ego had been boosted enough for one night! ”More or less.” He took another sip as he eyed Marcel out of the corner of an eye. Some might find it a good thing to have their significant other so interested in their culture, but it made the lycanthrope nervous. He found little about himself to be genuinely intriguing and his knowledge about his own kind was far from being complete. ”They mostly do damage control an’ make sure th’ rules are followed…” He chewed on his lower lip for a brief moment as he thought on a way to better explain it. ”Like say if ah vampire got greedy an’ decided t’kill more than they needed t’…if his own kind didn’t handle it, they’d place ah bounty an’ then make sure none of ya humans ever clued in t’what actually happened t’ th’ victims…However they do it. I’ve heard ah lot of rumors, everythin’ from spreadin’ fakes news, wipin’ memories an’ makin’ witnesses disappear.” It probably went without saying that the monsters out there in the world had little care for mankind and what happened to them. Humans might outnumber the different races, but they were considered little more than sheep by many of them. ”’Least that’s how they run it back in th’ states, can’t really speak for th’ rest of th’ world.” Reaching out with his free hand, he grabbed Marcel’s and interlocked their fingers together. It was nice, this more acceptable way of showing affection. The neck was an erogenous zone, true, but werewolves often touched the area in various ways to show innocent affection toward friends and family alike. Luckily for himself, he always managed to remember what sort of effect the touch had on the Hispanic just before he managed to make a mistake. They were starting to wrap up the show and go over all the strange s**t they had encountered during their stay, but he found it hard to concentrate on what they were saying. Virgil was finding it hard to keep himself from wondering what his companion would think of werewolf culture, so to speak, if he had a chance to experience to himself. Not turning bringing him to their side, but showing him in some way. He supposed he would be left to wonder since he didn't want to risk his life to introduce him to his adoptive family.

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Marcel's grin would only widen when Virgil didn't give him a response and instead only sulked at his teasing. That was all he needed to know that the older man liked it and his ego was still through the roof none the less. The Hispanic couldn't help but find the other man to be utterly adorable when he sulked in such a way, to see a man who could so easily beat the s**t out of anyone act in such a way made Marcel glad that he was lucky enough to see this side of him. Marcel would then listen carefully as Virgil went on to explain about this....Black Council. He would listen to all the things that they did and the Hispanic would nod his head, absorbing each drop of information like a sponge. This was a bit fascinating to the Hispanic man, for there to be a form of government for the fantastical was something intriguing to say the very least in his opinion. Marcel would then nod his head when Virgil confirmed that he didn't know about how things were ran in the rest of the world. He sat there and thought for a moment and nodded his head once more as he took a moment to let it all sink in. Although the feeling of interlacing their fingers made Marcel smile just the smallest bit before giving a content sigh. This "Black Council" be dammed, as long as they didn't interfere in their lives in any way then they could memory wipe and remove witnesses all they wanted. He would then throw a smirk Virgil's way "Interesting Querido, you're certainly opening my eyes to a whole new world" he would bring the other mans hand up that was interlocked with his own and kissed the top of his hand, just a small show of affection "You surprise me every single day with the smallest things you know" he explained with a small smile on his face as gave the other mans hand a small squeeze. He really didn't give enough of a s**t about the show at this point, Virgil was a much more interesting primary source than these jokers. Of course Marcel grew a small smirk that he threw at Virgil with a look of amusement "So Vampires ARE real huh? Well hopefully I never meet one, things will get awkward fast if they start necking me" he grinned in amusement as the Veteran knew of how protective the wolf could be at times.




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In hindsight, perhaps telling a human about the Black Council wasn’t the smartest of side although there was hardly any harm in sharing the information. It wasn’t as if Marcel was still blind to their world after everything that had happened. He wondered in he should be thankful to that terrible demon in a way. He didn’t know if he would have been able to come clean about what he was without that spur of the moment decision to change in order to protect him. His head inclined toward him a bit as he gave a small smile of his own. ”Well, at least ya can’t say it’s borin’, eh?” Chuckling softly, he gave in and rested his head down on his shoulder. He groaned at his joke, not needing to look to get a good guess that the veteran was probably wearing a s**t eating grin. He huffed softly as he tried to rein himself in because even a hypothetical scenario of Marcel being bitten by a vampire made him feel all growly and protective. ”Aye…they are. Unfortunately.” Why everyone wanted to romanticize them was something he had never understood. The ones he had the displeasure of dealing with in the past reminded him of those robots that looked completely human, but only knew how to mimic their behavior. The lack of genuine emotion in them was unsettling. ”Don’t get you’re hopes up on gettin’ your rocks of while ah parasite sucks on your neck, not as great as Hollywood makes it out t’be.” Virgil teased just to show he could joke about it without getting all bent out of shape. He could try, anyway. This was his man to lick and suck on. No one else’s! He shifted to a side, draping a leg across the other man’s lap while he kept his head on his shoulder. The screen was watched out of the corner of an eye though it didn’t take him long to lose interest in the paranormal detective show. The stupid things they could come up with to get views and the channel itself might be one to avoid later on. It was simply too weird seeing parts of the past he had a personal tie to. ”Got any other questions ya wanna get off your chest before th' class is over?” The brute planted a hand against his chest as he said that, gently rubbing as he appreciated the developed pectoral underneath his palm.

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Marcel would nod his head in agreement at the older mans comment, indeed things never seemed to be boring now that Virgil was in his life. It always seemed to be one thing or another with the two of them and heck, they were going camping tomorrow which was something the Hispanic had never done before. Granted something like that could be considered rather ordinary but none the less the Hispanic was a bit excited at the prospect of doing something new. The moment he heard the Werewolf huff out like that he knew that the other man didn't find his little joke not nearly as amusing as he did. Marcel would then chuckle a little bit at his comment about vampires and smirked a little bit "Sounds like you're talking from experience Querido" he commented with an amused smirk before nuzzling up to the other man a bit more "Don't worry, you're the only person who can bite me" the Hispanic spoke with a mischievous tone before reaching up and tapping one of the still healing love bites Virgil had given him. He would then end up laughing a little bit to himself "If a Vampire ever dares try and bite me, I'll reach into their mouth and rip those fangs out myself" well at least he would try, something like a fang or tooth would usually snap off usually instead of rip out. But he would still put in the attempt none the less. Much like Virgil, Marcel had all but tuned out the show by this point, finding much more interest in his next question...and the fact that he was rubbing his pecs which was very much appreciated. He would remain quiet for only a moment as he thought about it, there had been something he had actually wanted to bring up but what was it...ah yes! "Actually there is Querido" he spoke in a bit more of a serious tone but only slightly, he didn't think much of it and he was only curious "I notice that sometimes you get a bit...eh...frisky at times but you almost stop yourself, happens quite a bit actually..." now that he thought of it there were several instances of that happening "Just your way of trying to tease me?" Marcel spoke with an amused grin on his face as he just wanted to convey that it really wasn't that big of a deal to him.




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[prince charmIess]

”Maybe th’ only thing your kind has gotten right is th’ relationship my kind an’ vampires have. Ain’t as crazy as th’ movie make it out t’be, but we’ve fought with ‘em before.” Why his king hated the blood suckers so much and vice versa was something Virgil never really understood. The two were predators, but humans weren’t a primary source of food for werewolves as far as he knew. Munching on long pork was only something he would do in a desperate situation, anyway. He hardly needed the sentiment, but it was still nice to hear Marcel confirm what he was thinking, that he was his.He chuckled as he listened to him, deciding not to ruin his confidence by clarifying that fighting a vampire would be far more difficult than fighting a human. ”If anyone would be insane enough t’do that it would be ya, darlin’.” He picked up his head long enough to place a kiss on his cheek. The slight serious tone that his voice took on made the male feel a bit guarded, fearing his question would be one he wouldn’t like. But as he soon relaxed as he started to explain. Damn, he hadn’t realized he did it enough for it to be noticeable or remembered. It seemed no matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, his wolfish side wasn’t going to be silenced. A sheepish grin formed on his lips as he lifted his head to look at Marcel. ”Mmm, I guess so.” Virgil did love to tease him, but it wasn’t always the case with those almost-bites all the time. ”But..uhm…teasin’ ya isn’t always it. Th’ neck is ah…spot we wolves just go for t’show, erm…” The more he talked, the redder his face became. He could say the naughtiness of things with a straight face, but saying something remotely tender had him tripping over his words like a lovesick schoolboy. ”Affection an’ stuff…same as ah kiss on th’ cheek…” He exhaled the rest of the explanation quickly as if it was the only way he knew how to say it. His head went back to resting on his shoulder as he closed his eyes. ”But I know what that spot does t’ya an’ I don’t wanna leave ya feelin’ frustrated or anythin’.” A soft squeeze was given to his hand while the one on Marcel’s chest grew still, its fingers loosely curling around his dog tags.

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By Bi Blitz

 

[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel grinned a small bit when Virgil spoke about how the humans somehow at least got the relationship between Werewolves and Vampires correct. He smirked a small bit at the memory of seeing a movie much like that awhile back "I see....honestly my bet would go to Werewolves, completely unbiased of course" he stated with his obvious lack bias when it came to the idea, yep. Completely unbiased at all. Well at least it seemed like nothing could stop Virgil as far as he was concerned, the man seemed almost unstoppable in his eyes. Maybe that was Marcel's impression of him but he could only imagine Virgil truly angry and becoming an unstoppable tank of a man. Marcel would then grin a bit at Virgil's backhanded compliment, he was actually rather proud "I never claimed to be completely sane, a sane person would have ran out the front door at the first sign of a demon and hightailed it to a church or something like that" was the retort that came from the Hispanic's mouth. Yep. He more than likely had a few screws lose upstairs but being damaged goods meant that he and Virgil fit perfectly together. Once his question as posed to the other man Marcel would see the sheepish grin and as usual, he was surprised by how cute this brute could actually be. Once he began his explanation two things began to make sense to the Veteran. One: Why he would stop himself whenever he went for the neck area and Two: Virgil could become a bumbling mess when things became sweet and tender. He would keep both things in mind. Marcel would slowly nod his head a bit with a soft 'Ah' coming out of him as he thought for a moment before leaning up a bit more as he got closer to Virgil's face "That's sweet Querido, you do love me for more than my body" however instead of going in for a normal kiss, Marcel would go down a small bit and instead planted several light kisses all along Virgil's jugular and throat before nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck "Did I do it right?" he asked for confirmation if he followed Werewolf affection correctly or not. He had no problems trying again...and again...and again until he got it right. yep all he wanted was to learn and not plant more kisses on Virgil.




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