Marcel Velazquez's apartment

[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel grinned a bit when he saw the others eyes roll a bit, he thought that his snarky attitude and dripping sarcasm was one of his finer traits personally! And he liked to think the older man liked it too because otherwise who'd have the patience to deal with him otherwise? The thought was an amusing one to say the least, if Virgil had anything in common with Kendra it's that both of them had the patience of saints when dealing with the big mouthed Hispanic. Marcel would then smirk just a tiny bit when his Lover reassured him that he wasn't planning on skipping out on the appointment "Alright, alright. Just feels like I need to nag you sometimes Querido" he reached up and patted the others chest with an amused look on his face, the other man had been so resistant to going that he had to make sure! He could see that familiar glint in his Lovers eyes, he was definitely thinking about something and Marcel felt like he might need to prepare himself! Thankfully however it seemed like the other man resisted whatever thought went through his head which left the Veteran thankful. The look on Virgil's face when Marcel informed him about his private fun had him chuckling a little bit at the sight of it all, only Virgil would look so disappointed at something like that. He then smirked a little bit when the other informed him about the upcoming lack of action he'd be getting "Oh no, whatever shall I do?" he stated with a touch of sarcasm as the smirk on his face grew a bit more, as if his own two hands wouldn't hold him over until the other man made a full recovery. Marcel would just lay there and let Virgil get his fill of snuggling in when he spoke again and what he said next caused the Hispanic to quirk an eyebrow "...? What do you mean...don't?" he questioned with confusion written over his features until the other man began to explain what he wanted of the Hispanic. He felt his face flush just a bit at the tone the other man took and simply grinned a bit and chuckled "You're a cruel man Querido" he stated, turning his head just a bit "..But I suppose I can try to oblige you" he'd gone several months without any action whatsoever but that was during the time in which his libido was all but dead, however he felt like it was something that could be accomplished. He then looked up at the man raising himself up a bit and nodded his head, a small grin formed on his face at the sad look on his his lover "Yeah, I guess it is" he stated before Marcel's grin shifted to a small smile at the others confession "And I love you too" this time once the kiss started Marcel would loosely wrap his arms around Virgil's neck as the two shared a passionate moment together. He would let the passionate session last as long as the other could allow and when they finally separated Marcel would catch his breath for just a moment before releasing his Lover "If they'll let me in, I'll see you later" he wanted to remind the other man that there was the possibility that they'd see each other soon enough.

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Virgil grunted at his confession of feeling the need to nag him. He would rather shoot himself in the foot than go, honestly, yet he was ready for this to be over and done with. Marcel hardly seemed all that upset over the news they wouldn’t be getting up to much given the usual smart mouthed reply he received. It kind of stung his pride, admittedly. He thought that he liked their time together that he would miss it a little bit. Then again, being under the impression that the Lieutenant's libido was no match for his own, then he might appreciate the extended break from the activity. The hint of confusion in his voice was enough to leave him grinning. It was rare indeed to stump the wittier man and he was often on the one being puzzled so he considered it to be a small victory. He let out a small hum of appreciation when he said he would try, which was nice to hear. That was all he could ask for and it wasn’t as if the werewolf wasn’t planning to make it worth his while. Even if Marcel changed his mind and didn’t oblige him, he would still make it up to him once he was feeling better. Even after being called cruel! Maybe he was. Just a little bit though. Having the endearment returned made his heart flutter in the most annoying way although it also encouraged him to ignore the building ache in his lungs to keep up with their embrace until he absolutely couldn’t any longer. His breathing was a tad on the heavy side once he finally broke the kiss, but it only took him a few seconds to calm it. ”Aye, I know. Either way, I’ll text ya later an’ let ya know what’s goin’ on there.” One last quick smooch was stolen before Virgil finally got out of bed. His shirt was put back on and the blanket and flat sheet were gathered though he soon paused. Marcel looked rather comfortable sprawled out as he was, but it did prevent him from getting the sheet underneath him. ”Toss that one in for me, babe?” A request he didn’t stick around for a reply on, asking as he walked out the door to the laundry room. What was only supposed to take a couple of seconds turned into something that took a minute or so since he’d forgotten the load of clothes in the dryer. He’d take the time to fold them once he made the swap, quickly walking back to the bedroom to put his own away and set Marcel’s on his dresser. ”See ya, darlin’.” Virgil called out as he made his way out, stopping in the kitchen long enough to put on a pot of coffee for his beau and grabbing his own drink before leaving.

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Marcel was rather sure that he could last a couple days without touching himself while the other man was recovering. That being said however since Virgil drove off that damn demon he felt his own libido begin to come back full force. It was so strange, it was like one day he felt little to no desire for anything intimate to almost craving it since they got together. Even last night he had put forth the offer even if he wasn't in the mood for it that much, he suppose he was subconsciously trying to make up for lost time. So thinking on it, it would be a bit difficult, especially since it seemed like his Lover had plans for them. Oh well, Marcel would survive and if he got frustrated? Too bad. His mind would eventually be taken from the more dirty parts of his mind when their lips locked together and yet a other mind numbing kiss was initiated. When they finally parted Marcel smiled a little bit at the other man and nodded his head when the other man informed him that he would text him. Right now the Hispanic felt like jelly, it was amazing just how relaxed he felt at this moment. However Virgil gathering the sheet and blanket had the Veteran groaning a bit and nodding his head "No problem Querido" he stated before finally forcing himself up from the bed. Marcel just grabbed a pair of discarded basketball shorts from the floor and slipped them on before grabbing the very soaked bed sheet that was under him moments earlier. He would go into the laundry room and toss it in the dryer before throwing in a dryer sheet and starting it. A half hour would be fine and then he could just put everything back on later when he got home. With that Marcel smiled a bit as the smell of coffee hit his nose and he heard the other man call out his goodbyes "Adios Querido!" he called out before being left alone in the apartment. Marcel wasted no time going to the bedroom and grabbing some work clothes from the closet and by work clothes he wore a pair of clean basketball shorts, this pair in red this time, and a black t-shirt. He knew that teachers were supposed to dress professionally but the Hispanic decided at the very beginning of his job at the school that professional wear wasn't his thing. Besides if anyone decided to make a big deal out of it he would just point out that his class was physically demanding and good work clothes would get ruined.

Once he was fully dressed and out of the bedroom Marcel decided that he was going drive to work today, he felt lazy and had no desire to do more work than needed. With that Marcel grabbed a thermos from the cupboard and filled it up to the brim with that beautiful hot drink, adding only a bit of milk and a tiny touch of sugar this time around before screwing the lid on and turning everything off and grabbing his car keys off the counter, taking a moment to make sure he had his phone and wallet on him before heading out the door. Marcel would hop into his convertible and turned the car on, pausing for a moment to see Virgil's spot empty and was pleased to know he was finally on his way to get that arrowhead out of his chest. With that Marcel would pull out, smiling a little bit as his car sounded really good with the new part that was installed. Then Marcel looked at the digital clock in his car and grinned, well....he didn't want to be too early for work and with that the reckless Hispanic turned down the highway and began to speed heavily down the empty highway, thankfully it was still too early for the morning commute for most people so Marcel mostly had this road to himself, he'd still make it to school on time. He'd just need to turn on the next exit and make a u turn to go back.

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[By Bi Blitz]

The rest of the drive home was completely uneventful and eventually the Hispanic was able to calm his nerves over the entire thing. As he drove down the highway Marcel would feel his stomach finally began to growl a little bit, alerting him that he was beginning to feel rather hungry. The last time he'd eaten was those chips and cola a couple hours ago, both of which were not things that would sustain anyone. So with that in mind Marcel would begin to turn at the next exit to stop a some local sushi place he's been to once or twice. Honestly the Hispanic wasn't too big on sushi unlike some people but right now he wasn't feeling particularly picky at the moment. The moment he stepped in he would give his order right away, already knowing exactly what he wanted. Thankfully they were having a slow night and Marcel got his food quickly enough as he went about digging into the pieces of food that were placed before him. He'd only spent about twenty minutes in the restaurant before he was already paying his check and was out the door and climbing into his car. Sushi certainly had a time and place for him and while it wasn't something he craved he did appreciate the fresh fish that were prepared by the chef's. Eventually he finally arrived home and sighed a little bit as he parked his car and went inside, opening the door to his apartment and stood there for a moment in the silent living room. Had it always been this quiet? It was just occurring to the Hispanic that in the short amount of time that they've been together, Virgil had already made himself a permanent fixture in his life and without him around Marcel had no way of hiding the fact that he was extremely lonely for all these years. So the Hispanic did the only thing he could think to do, which was to fall back on old habits to cope. He would walk over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out some bourbon and ice before making himself a bourbon on the rocks. He would then sit himself down in front of the TV and sipped on his drink as he turned it on to the last channel he and Virgil had watched together. Marcel would flip through a couple channels before settling on a marathon of western horror movies that he'd seen plenty of times before. With nothing left to do and a night of lonely drinking he'd sip on his drink as he began to go into auto pilot, mindlessly sipping his drink and refilling it when it got too low. This was his life before Virgil, lay down on the couch and binge watch movies until he passed out. Not much of a life but Marcel didn't have much in the first place going for him.

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Marcel laid there for awhile just watching the horror movies he's seen a thousand times before, only getting up once to change into a new pair of shorts and nothing else and then going to use the bathroom. Once he arrived back to the couch he'd take a moment to turn the lights off before laying back down on the couch, refilling his glass to the brim with bourbon and taking a deep drink. He would then proceed to sigh a little bit as he thought back to Virgil's earlier transformation. There was no denying that the entire process looked terribly painful to undergo and the sound of his Lovers bones snapping and shifting around was something he'd never be able to get rid of from his minds eye. Still though it was better to get this over with now than later, he had to admit that it wasn't fun to watch and he now understood why Virgil had been so adamant about doing it out of sight. Several hours would tick by and as usual the Hispanic was barely getting drowsy as yet another blood curdling scream came yet another sexy blonde who was getting murdered on screen. Another hour passed before the Veteran finally began to nod off and fell asleep on the couch, instinctively turning away from the glowing screen of the TV as he slept. While Marcel slept he began to toss and turn a bit on the couch as a dream began to take hold. Marcel was inside that Hospital for some reason when a faceless doctor approached him and while he couldn't see any defining features he knew the doctor was smiling "Alright and it seems Mr. Cambric has made a full recovery. He'll still be feeling a bit lethargic for the next few days so bare that in mind" oh, he was here to escort Virgil home. He smiled at the doctor and nodded his head "Alright then, thank you" he spoke as suddenly Virgil joined him at his side, placing an arm around his shoulders to help keep him steady. Marcel would smile at his dream Lover "Alright, we'll drive slowly so you don't go crashing" the other man spoke, although he heard no words come from his mouth. As Marcel stepped out of the Hospital he noted how there was nobody else outside at all, it was a bit late so why wasn't there people out and about? Both their vehicles were on the other end of the parking lot and Marcel would begin to walk with Virgil. However out of literally nowhere those four men jumped the two men and the Veteran was quick to fight the three men once again, it seemed like they hadn't learnt their lesson! However he barely registered how Virgil was no longer on his shoulder and by the time he was done beating them down he turned his head just in time to see terrified greens as he watched Virgil get dragged into a black van with a hand over his mouth "We got ourselves a Werewolf! The Boss will take this!" "Virgil!" he screamed out as he raced after the van, only for it to speed off down the road. In his dream Marcel would begin to run to his car to give chase, however when he got inside the car wouldn't start for some reason when suddenly his phone rang with Virgil's number. He'd answer immediately only to be greeted to the sounds of wicked laughter and suddenly Virgil's desperate voice came through "Marcel please help me!".

"Virgil!" he cried out, waking up wide eyed and panting as panic had completely gripped him. Where was Virgil!? Why wasn't he here with him right now!? Was he in danger!? As he finally began to wake up more and more he realized that it was just a nightmare and nothing else. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down but still the thought of Virgil getting taken away from him by Yakuza was still fresh in his mind. Especially when he knew that Virgil had been held prisoner and tortured by them in the past and the dream only put Marcel on edge still. He would look at the time and sighed a little bit, it was almost time for work and the Hispanic really didn't feel like going. But then he realized that he was being completely dramatic at the moment as there was no way such a thing could happen, they probably wouldn't release Virgil until he was one hundred percent better and fully recovered. The thought brought a small smile to his face as the Hispanic decided to get a shower and start his morning off. Once he was all cleaned up he'd step out to the kitchen with a towel over his head and around his waist as he got a fresh pot of coffee started.

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The Hispanic’s jean did looked awfully tight, almost painfully so. Exactly why he would never wear a pair of skinny jeans himself, they looked uncomfortable. That, and he didn’t think they would look all that flattering on him to begin with. Virgil only grinned in amusement at his question, deciding not to divulge any more information although he didn’t have to. He laughed softly to himself as he watched Marcel puzzle it out on his own. Well, that hadn’t taken nearly as long as he had thought it was, but it was still pretty damn funny to him. The werewolf was quite glad he wouldn’t have to worry about any would be friends developing unrequited crushes on himself. He considered it to be a ******** miracle the former Marine was attracted to him. Somehow. The guy probably needed some glasses. That was it. ”I love ya ta, dahlin’.” He headed for the door only to pause at the smartass remark and glanced back over his shoulder at the other. ”You’re goin’ t’be th’ one gettin’ choked if your not careful.” He’d playfully threaten before he walked out. The hall was a lot busier now there were students madly dashing around and trying to get to their classes, but he ignored the crowds and made his way back out to his truck and left.

Back at the apartments, he grabbed what he needed to bring in with him and went in. It was a pain in the a** to unlock the door while trying to balance everything he was carrying, but he eventually managed to get inside. The groceries were put away where they belonged before he fixed himself a glass of the Irish coffee and went to sit on the couch after going to the bedroom to remove his footwear. Virgil took out his phone and turned it back on, swearing when he received notifications for several missed calls and voicemails. How many times had Tasuki called him? Couldn’t the guy take a hint?! Whatever, he would deal with that later. He didn’t want to have to deal with any adult responsibilities right now. He only managed to take a few sips of his drink before he nodded off, falling asleep sitting up with his drink resting on his thigh. He wasted a few hours just like that before he finally managed to stir himself awake again as his internal clock was prodding him to get up and get started since it was starting to get late. Standing, he carried his drink and phone with him to the kitchen. A couple of skillets were brought out and set on the burners to the stove before he began to take things out of the fridge. It took him a moment to decide where to start with the food, eventually deciding that he could at least start to cut and season the pork belly first while he made the roux for his own meal. Oil and flour were added to one skillet and left to shimmer before he turned to start working on the pork. Virgil was far from being a perfectionist except when he was cooking for his lover and he could only hope the recipe he was following on his phone to make the chicharrones was the right one. He was almost done with prepping the pork by the time he got the text message, his eyes growing a bit wide as he read it and noticed the time. s**t! Sure, it wasn’t exactly time for Marcel to leave work but it was still a surprise to him. Virgil panicked there for a brief moment as he remembered his second idea for their evening. Did he honestly want to go through with it? Not completely but he wasn’t totally against the idea...and he had to admit it would make a pretty good joke...

Downing the rest of his drink, he brute headed to the bedroom and opened a drawer to his dresser. Once he found the items he wanted, he couldn’t help but stare at them with a slight look of dread on his face. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to go through with this...Stripping down his bare skin, he picked up the first thing and pretended it wasn’t what it was as he pulled them up his legs. The pale pink boy shorts with their lace trim surprisingly fit him rather nicely even if they hardly covered much of his rump, which he didn’t know if he exactly appreciated or not. There wasn’t much room in the front either and he spent a minute trying to adjust until he was comfortable...enough. Still, he had to admit the silk material was nice. At least the underwear had that going for them. The next thing he put on was the apron, which turned out to be a skimpy little thing that just barely covered his groin. ”This ain’t practical at all…” He muttered under his breath while he attempted to tie the ties behind him into a bow. When he got finished with that struggle, he picked up his collar and put it on before moving to go look at himself in the mirror. ’Well...I don’t look terrible…’ The werewolf didn’t know what to think of himself, honestly, but if Marcel like it then maybe he could….What the ******** was he thinking?! Damnit, this was for a joke and there was no way he was going to allow Marcel to pick out lingerie for him! He didn’t care what Jordan had told him. Speaking of...He glanced up at the ceiling. ”I ********’ swear if either of ya are watchin’ this...I’ll ********’ find away t’get ta th’ afterlife an’ kick y’alls asses.” He threatened the two spirits with an angry growl, meaning the same thing for his sister as well! A brief moment was taken to fix his hair, simply running his fingers through it a few times after deciding to leave it down instead of pulling it into the usual bun. Since he hadn’t bothered to properly dry it earlier, the raven black strands had a slightly wavy look to them but there was nothing he could do about it unless he showered again. And he didn’t want to do that.

Feeling like a fool, Virgil returned to the kitchen and grabbed his glass. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to go back to cooking right away and felt the need for more liquid encouragement. He went with whiskey with time around, quickly sucking down the first glass before he refilled it. Right. Now he just needed to wait a few more minutes for Marcel to come home...The apprehension was going to him.

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Virgil quickly shook his head. ”That’s not what I mean an’ ya should know it ‘cause it’s always great with ya...I meant...other ways.” What those ways were, he couldn’t know exactly but it didn’t really matter because it was simply a flimsy excuse. His were firmly pressed together as he fought the urge to tell Marcel he could be the one responsible for buying lingerie then since he apparently had some ideas! ”Well...I ain’t sayin’ no…” He muttered, slightly hoping he wouldn’t be heard. Once he was standing and inspecting their food, he briefly glared in his direction. The apology earned the former soldier a loud huff in response. ”Kind of? Ya completely ravished me.” Though he couldn’t complain too much since he’d had such a wonderful time with his boyfriend. He was going to sleep like the dead tonight after everything they had done, he was sure of that. Virgil inhaled a bit of water when he began to wash his face and started to chuckle over the macabre joke he made, coughing from a quick moment before he settled down again. Only someone with a twisted mind as his beau could think of something like that! He didn’t think the firemen would appreciate finding their charred corpses embracing each other one last time. Would he even die in a fire? The werewolf didn’t know the answer to that and he had no plans of ever finding out! He stiffened a bit when he was grabbed from behind, although he soon relaxed. ”Don’t tell me your ready fer ah third go? He would playfully tease him as he shut off the water and picked up a hand towel to dry off his face, looking over to the plate of chicharron. ”Ah little bird told me it was your favorite food.” Virgil grinned as he turned his head to glance back at the shorter man. He remained standing there for a moment to simply enjoy being held from behind, but it didn’t take long for him to grow tired of being so exposed to the open air. Pulling away and turning, he tossed the hand towel to Marcel before he grabbed his shirt and the boy shorts off of the floor. ”Since ya caused th’ mess...ya can be th’ one t’clean th’ cabinet.” Feeling rather proud for that idea, he went to the laundry room to put the soiled items in the wash along with any of their other dirty clothes and started the machine. The big guy headed to their bedroom next, going to his dresser next to get out a pair of boxer briefs. He reached for a black pair only to pause as he remembered a new pack he hadn’t opened yet. One that was actually colorful, which was an accident on his part and why he needed to avoid shopping when he was drunk. Fishing it out, he tore it open and pulled out a hot pink and black striped pair and slipped them on. He felt a lot more comfortable now that he had his nether regions covered again and not by some skimpy little shorts! The shades of pink didn’t really match, but it was close enough! Going back to the kitchen, he stopped by the fridge to refill their glasses with fresh ice and fill them with whiskey. He carried his glass with him back to the stove and took a slow drink while he turned the burner back on so he could reheat the grease”If ya still want me t’cook th’ sausage then pick out what kind of peppers ya want…” Virgil hadn’t known what kind the Hispanic would want so he’d bought every single kind the grocery store carried. It was overkill, sure, but it was better safe than sorry! Of course, Marcel could just be happy with the Chicharron for all he knew, but it looked more like an appetizer to him and he wanted him to have something more substantial to eat.

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Marcel grinned at his boyfriend when the other man spoke and shrugged his shoulders a little bit in amusement "Oh? Other ways? I don't think I follow along Querido, why not enlighten me?" he stated with a sly smirk on his face, he couldn't help but be amused by the other man. Of course Marcel fully intended to also have Virgil be the one to buy any future lingerie, he was the one who would be wearing it after all! As they were so close in the kitchen Marcel certainly heard his lover but chose to humor the other man by not saying anything, for now at least. Of course his apology earned him a huff from the other man and admittingly enough it was somewhat deserved, he did nearly ruin dinner after all. However the others comment caused the Hispanic to begin laughing for a bit and his grin widened a bit at his lover "Yeah, I kind of ravished you" he stated with an amused look on his face as if it were a completely innocent thing to say. Once he made his own little morbid joke his grin would only widen, clearly pleased his lover found it just as amusing as he did. It was still so nice to be able to tell his macabre jokes and not get funny looks from people or looks of disgust. He still remembered the one, single time he told one of his morbid jokes to Kendra and the look of disgust on her face was showed him she was clearly not amused. That had been a very unfun day. Marcel would then chuckle a little bit at the others comment "You ******** wish" he spoke incredulously, there was no way in hell he'd ever be able to go a third round, or at least there was no way he'd normally go for a third. Marcel would then listen to him state that a little bird told him about it and in his minds eye the Hispanic would picture a little golden colored bird who made too much noise sometimes "Mmmm I think I know what kind of bird you're talking about, is he loud, annoying, and lovable?" he spoke in an amused tone as he thought of his Brother in that moment, although he had to admit that lovable could be a stretch sometimes with him. Once the other man pulled away Marcel would huff himself a little bit and glared at the other man with a smirk "Excuse you, I caused the mess!?" of course he made no move to stop the man from leaving and Marcel would just grab some napkins and wiped up the VIRGIL'S mess because he was a good boyfriend who didn't mins cleaning up after his lover! Finally once Virgil got back and spoke he would look at the variety of peppers the other man had gotten and stared for a moment "Hmm...I'd say do a mix of bell peppers and chili peppers, that way you get the good mix of sweetness and heat!" it was a good thing that Marcel loved spicy food so it was just a given choice for him right now. However Marcel couldn't resist and grabbed one of the chicharron and popped it into his mouth and an actual moan left his throat as he chewed the delicious, crunchy pork skin and meat "Oh my...oh my god...it's been too long..." Marcel would shake his head "I don't care, Chicharron is going to be the first thing I learn how to make when I finally get around to learning how to cook" that was the Hispanic's set goal, he hadn't even thought about his favorite dish in so long since he knew there was no way he'd ever be able to get it here in Japan. And since the Hispanic was so inept in the kitchen he never even humored the idea of trying to cook it himself. Marcel would reach over and popped one more in his mouth before visibly forcing himself to step away from the plate "I'm going to...mmm...to go change" he spoke in between the mouthful of pork. He couldn't let himself stand there any longer, there wouldn't be any left for Virgil if he did and so with a heavy heart Marcel left the Chicharron behind to go change into a pair of black basketball shorts and a red t-shirt, sighing in relief as his lower half was no longer uncomfortably squeezed by the skinny jeans. Those would only ever be for special occasions if he wanted to be sexy for Virgil, there was no way in hell he'd ever wear those things otherwise. So once he was done Marcel would step back out to the kitchen and grabbed the whiskey that Virgil had made for him and sipped it, purposely staying just out of the kitchen so not to begin devouring the delicious pork once more.

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Virgil wasn’t going to bother answering that question, deciding that Marcel could figure that out on his own. It wasn’t hard, anyone with a small measure of common sense could do it! And he had faith that his younger lover had at least a little bit of common sense. He rolled his eyes when he argued back about the kind of bit. It seemed he was right back to being a snarky pain in his butt as usual. He couldn’t hold back the slightly wicked chuckle that came from him when the other replied to his teasing about going for a third round. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure if he would be up for it so the human’s lack of stamina in the bedroom wasn’t a huge disappointment for him. He chuckled over the description of the so-called bird. ”Mhm.” Clearly, he and Jordan were the smart ones out of the four since they had taken the time to quiz each other about their love-interests favorite food while Marcel and Vivian would be left to wonder over it. Virgil shook his head in exasperation when he heard him calling after him as he left the kitchen. He wasn’t going to dignify that with a response! He had just been standing in the kitchen, cooking and minding his own damn business when Marcel came home so he was innocent!

Once he was back at the stove and getting back into the groove with cooking, he was finding it a lot easier to concentrate now Marcel was pawing at him like a needy animal. He nodded somewhat as he was told what sort of peppers he wanted with his sausage. Despite living most of his life in Louisiana, he wasn’t a fan of spicy foods although the Spainard’s idea didn’t sound totally awful. Virgil smirked to himself as his boyfriend finally gave in and tried the chicharron. Just as he was about to ask how it was, he heard him moaning around the mouthful. ”It’s always nice t’hear ya moanin’ over my meat.” He joked with a soft chuckle as he stepped over to the side and went back to cutting the sausage links. An amused sigh was released as he listened to Marcel talk about how he was going to learn how to make his favorite food. Was he honestly so bad with cooking that he’d never tried to make it for himself? ”It’s not that hard, ya know…Didn’t ya ever watch yer mama cook it fer ya?” He watched him continue to sample the treat from a corner of his eye, chuckling to himself when it appeared he had to physically force himself to stop. ”Alright, darlin’.” Virgil turned to take one last look at him while he was walking out of the kitchen, admiring the particular way those skinny jeans hugged the Hispanic’s a**. He was certainly going to miss those for the night though he knew they had to be uncomfortable as hell. Virgil went back to focusing on what he was doing, adding the sausage to the heated skillet so it could start cooking. After that, he grabbed the belle peppers and chilli peppers from the fridge and went to work with cutting those, grumbling underneath his breath while he tried to remove the seeds. This one simple task would always be a pain in the a** to him. Feeling as if he was being watched, he looked back over a shoulder to find Marcel standing just outside the entrance. A brow quirked as he tilted his head. ”What’re ya doin’ over there? Ya can eat this first batch…” Putting the knife down, he wiped his hands off on the bottom of the apron and dropped the rest of the pork belly into the grease. Carefully since he didn’t want any of the hot liquid splashing out on him. ”Or I could teach yer clueless a** how t’fry food.”

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Once Marcel had taken a bite of his all time favorite food the Hispanic wouldn't even react with much more than a grin as happily moaned over the flavor of the fried pork "Don't ruin this for me!" he warned in an amused tone at the other man's comment. Once he swallowed the delicious fried food Marcel would then grin and shake his head a little bit at the other man "Sadly your meat doesn't taste nearly as good as this meat" he teased the other man just a bit, figuring he'd return with a jab of his own. He couldn't help himself! Once the other man posed his question Marcel would shake his head a little bit "I never had any interest when I was younger, whenever Mamá began to cook, my Papá and I would settle in the living room with the football game until she was done" he explained how he'd never once watched his Mother cook, causing Marcel to grin a bit "Besides my Mamá would put you to work the moment you stepped into the kitchen for anything. Went in for a glass of water?" he began "Oh, since you're here would you cut those vegetables for me!" he mimicked what he thought his Mother sounded like "And once that was done, Good now start peeling the onions!" he laughed a bit at the memory "And god forbid you try leaving, she'd get on your case so hard! Papá and I learned to just grab what we needed before she began to cook" he laughed a bit more as he finished explaining "So cooking was always something my Mamá made into an unwanted chore than anything else!" he remembered how much the young Hispanic hated cooking, he thought it was the most boring thing in the world! But he supposed that hatred bit him in the a** later on in his life! Once Marcel was finally changed into something more comfortable the former soldier would stand by trying to be a good boyfriend and not eat everything before his Lover finished and got to eat with him! But of course Virgil just had to go and be difficult and invited him over to eat more and who was he to refuse!? So Marcel would be by his side in an instant, grabbing another chicharron and biting it in half, savoring the crunch and meatiness that you could only get with this dish! Marcel would glance at Virgil and nodded his head "Please do, how do you know it's fully cooked? Is it just the color or is there a certain time it takes?" he questioned, the thought of undercooking pork made the Hispanic's skin crawl but thankfully it seemed his Boyfriend would be the one who cooks their meals. At least for now!

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[prince charmIess]

Virgil couldn’t help but laugh. It was probably a blessing that any part of him didn’t taste like his lover’s favorite treat. He didn’t want Marcel trying to eat what he had not business eating! He shook his head as he listened to him explain how his experience with cooking in his younger years. ”Y’all should be ashamed of yerselves.” He playfully scolded him for his lack of willingness to help his mother out in the kitchen. His momma would have tanned his backside if he had ever tried to get out of helping her cook when he was a child. Not that there was a whole lot he could remember he would have rather done back then. Right now, he was appreciating all of the different things he’d learned from her. Sure, he rarely cooked throughout his life, but the old knowledge was certainly starting to pay off now. They couldn’t very well eat omelettes and Chinese food all of the time. As it turned out, cooking was actually entertaining if only because he liked knowing it was at least one way he could provide for Marcel. His lips pulled into an amused smirk when the other wasted no time in scurrying over to the stove upon his invitation. The fact that he was willing to wait to eat until he was finished with everything was a very sweet notion but it wasn’t something that bothered him. His own food was done so he could take a break and eat if he really wanted to, but he wanted to finish with everything before he did so he could properly relax. His stomach was aching and making its complaint known with quiet rumbling but he persisted in holding off. ”Aye. Ya want ‘em t’be ah golden brown color an’ they’ll float at th’ top when it’s ready for ‘em.” He tilted his head to the side a little. ”But if you’re still not that sure, ya can always take one out and cut it in half t’see if it’s still pink.”Grabbing a spatula, he flipped over the sausages once the first side was done. ”What do ya think about goin’ out this weekend? There’s ah casino not t’far from ‘ere. It’s ah crazy tourist trap but it has some interestin’ attractions. Like ah pool with ah bar in it. We could swim an’ drink.”

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Marcel would scoff when Virgil said that he and his Father should be ashamed of themselves, oh if only he knew! The Hispanic would grin and elbow Virgil just slightly in the ribs "Oh please! My Mamá is a tyrant in the kitchen!" he stated indignantly in his and his Fathers self defense "Back then whenever we'd get roped into it she'd have us do one thing after another but god forbid you don't do it her way, she'd b***h at you over any little mistake!" Marcel's blunt method of describing his own Mother may be off putting if they only heard his words alone but the fond smile on his face would give away that he found this as just something funny to look back on "But I suppose if there was one thing to say, her food was always the best" he let out a small sigh at the memory of his Mamá's paella and how utterly mouth watering it was. He remembered how no other could compare whenever they went out, it was like she had some kind of literal secret ingredient for that dish in particular and quite frankly he still believed that to this day! Once the other man began to explain about how to know when it was cooked Marcel would pay close attention and nodded his head a bit when the other man described what to do to make sure it was done. OK, that all made enough sense and it seemed simple enough that he could do it if he really put his mind to it, after all it was just putting them in hot oil and waiting for the right color. Marcel would then blink when the other man explained that you could take it out and cut the meat to make sure "You can do that?" the thought had never even occurred to Marcel that you could just take any kind of meat out to cut it open to check. His whole entire world was shattered even more so than when Virgil revealed he was a werewolf! Once his Love asked about weekend plans Marcel would listen intrigued for a moment and nodded his head a little with as he looked thoughtful "Never was much for gambling but...I used to be pretty good at poker back in my service days" he stated thoughtfully "On the nights where we had down time we'd get some of our squad mates up and we'd play poker for a couple hours. Didn't usually bet anything because everything we got from care packages were special treats made by our families" he then grinned "Although sometimes we played strip poker and I remember I was usually the one with the most clothes on by the end of our game" he spoke about the memory before then turning his head and smirking at Virgil a bit "Sounds like a good time to me though, swimming and drinking. What's not to love? Besides, we'll fit right in. A Spanish man and a Southerner from America at a Japanese Tourist trap Casino" he laughed good naturedly, grabbing one of the chicharron and raising it up to Virgil's lips so he could taste the succulent and delicious crunchy and meaty fried pork.

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Virgil rolled his eyes as he listened to him try to defend their attempts to escape helping his mother cook. He was sure Marcel was being a bit over dramatic if the smile he wore was anything to go by. He chuckled at the admittance that her food was always the best right after complaining that she demanded things be done her way. [colo=green]”Sounds like she knew what she was doin’ then. Her food probably wouldn’t have turned out so good if y’all hadn’t followed ‘em exactly.” Clearly, the werewolf was sticking to his mother’s side! After he finished explaining how to check if meat was done frying, he tilted his head and blinked at the question. It kind of seem like common sense wasn’t always his boyfriend’s forte. {color=green]”Yeah...Ya can do that with any kinda meat no matter how you’re cookin’ it.” Not that it would bother him to eat half cooked or even raw meat, but he had more than himself to cook for now. He kept an eye on their cooking food while he listened to Marcel talk about his time spent gambling with his fellow Marines. Virgil couldn’t blame the soldiers not wanting to risk losing items sent to them by their loved ones, not that he would ever admit it outloud. A teasing grin graced his lips as he glanced over to him. ”Probably ‘cause ya cheated.” He lightly elbowed him in the side as he teased him for how his story ended. Black Jack was all about he knew how to play, every other poker game had too many rules and combinations for him to remember. Though the older man rarely played these days, especially at casinos since there were too many people around him for him to properly focus on what he was doing. Finding a slot machine off in a quiet, unpopulated area was more to his tastes. He would have understood if the other hadn’t wanted to go check the place out with him. He chuckled softly. ”Ya say it sounds fun now...but it’s like some kinda LSD laden fever dream in there.” Marcel would be finding out for himself what he actually meant this weekend, of course, but he had a feeling he should give him some kind of warning in advance. ”I’ll call an’ book us ah room tomorrow.” A brow rose as he noticed him holding up a piece of fried pork. ”Aw, you’re actually sharin’? Virgil teased right before he leaned forward and quickly snatched the piece of pork from him before the Hispanic could change his mind about it. He chewed it carefully, quickly understanding why he loved it so much. ”It’s good.” He licked lips after he finished, grinning at him. Was it as good as a cheeseburger or fried deer meat? Not completely, but it was a really tasty snack! ”Ya can take th’ rest out They look ready.” Handing him a slotted spoon, he turned his attention to the sausage to put it on its own plate and add the peppers to the skillet.

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Marcel would roll his eyes somewhat at his Boyfriends insistence on taking his Mothers side in when he finished explaining about how much of a stickler she was "Traitor! I thought you had my back!" he muttered, playfully smacking his back with a tiny smirk playing at his lips. Well whenever Virgil met his family at least he'd let his Mamá know that she had a fan in his Lover! Marcel didn't miss the look that Virgil had given him when he posed the question and he felt his face turn a bit red, was it really such a dumb question to ask? Thankfully though instead of a smartass remark thankfully Virgil actually answered the question and the Hispanic nodded his head thoughtfully "Alright, that's good to know" so at least meats had an easy way to tell if they were cooked but then the other issue was how to season literally anything. He supposed that could be saved for another time though as right now Marcel he was more than content just standing by his lover. Once he began on about his tale of gambling while he was deployed he grinned a little bit and folded his arms as if the other man had just heavily offended him "Me!? Cheating?! Querido I simply cannot believe you right now, first you take my Mamá's side and now you accuse me of cheating?" he began with a wide grin "I'm beginning to feel like you're actually completely against me all of a sudden! Especially after I gave you a good time!" his tone feigned insult but the underlying amusement was very much present. He would shake his head a little bit at his Boyfriend, just unbelievable! Him, cheating? Never! As the conversation flowed he would listen to the Werewolf explain about what it was like in the Casino and smirked "Even better then, right?" he teased a little bit, that just made the Hispanic all the more interested. If Virgil thought the Casino was that trippy then it must at least be a bit of a good time! Marcel would then nod his head as he leaned into the larger man a bit just for the closeness "Sounds good, let me know how much the bill is so we can split it. Maybe even make it a nicer room depending on how much it is" Marcel still had plenty of 'fun' money that he could spend on whatever he wanted, everything else was currently in a savings account that he'd admittingly been neglecting for awhile now....actually now that he thought about it a good chunk of his fun money should actually go to the savings...dammit "What do you say we make this our last big splurge before we begin saving up?" it sounded reasonable enough to him! Once the Hispanic held out the piece of fried pork he grinned a bit at his Boyfriends reaction "Sharing is caring, and you're the only person who I'd share with...well...two people but you know what I mean" Jordan obviously being the other person! But anyone else? ******** them, they'd find a knife through their hand if they tried to touch his chicharron! Marcel would then grin a bit "Damn straight it's good! It's one of my favorites for a reason!" he laughed a bit before then looking at Virgil and nodded his head a bit as he stared at the chunks of friend pork. They did look really good and if Virgil said they were done then he'd trust the other man's judgement! Taking the slotted spoon from Virgil, Marcel would begin to take out the chicharron's and placed them onto the plate with the paper towel so they could drain. That was one thing he remembered his Mamá doing as well! Marcel would then reach over and grab the drink Virgil had made him earlier and sipped it a bit as he watched the other man work and smiled a bit at the other man. Just being beside Virgil cooking, watching him work at such a menial task, he felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. He hadn't felt like this since Kendra, the joy of having someone with you while you did the mundane and uninteresting. It all just served as a reminder for the Hispanic about how lonely he was before "I love you Virgil..." he said almost completely out of the blue, clearly this was one of those rare times where his heart was able to actually get a few words out, granted they were rather basic. But it was the best the emotionally stunted Hispanic could do, sweet talk and romantic words outside of the bedroom was just not his strong suit.

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Virgil stuck his tongue out at him for the smack. ”Can’t take yer side all of th’ time, darlin’. Yer ego is big enough as it is.” If it got any bigger than cocky man might be unbearable to live with! He laughed softly to himself when he noticed his slight blush at the rather silly question. As tempting as it was to be usual sarcastic self, he did want to help Marcel learn how to cook so he thought he should be nice for once. At least while they were preparing their meals. For a split second, the former bounty hunter thought he had actually managed to offend him by jokingly calling him a cheater but he didn’t miss the humor in his tone or the grin adorning his face. His boyfriend should have sought out a career in the theatre with his flare for being a dramatic dive. ”What can I say? I’m an ungrateful mutt.” He drawled lazily with a smirk. Of course, that wasn’t the case at all, he was extremely grateful for everything Marcel had given him, knowingly or not. He slightly shook his head his head when his warning about the casino didn’t seem to cause him any worry at all. He’d only saw a small portion of it the last time he’d gone there and he had the impression they might be getting in over their heads, but he supposed they would be finding the up-coming weekend. A nod was given in reply when he offered to help foot the bill for a hotel room although his following comment had him pausing. He thought for a moment, wondering if there was anything else he really wanted to do that would require a lot of money. Aside from going back to Louisiana one day to get his affairs in order there, he couldn’t think of any sort of special vacations or anything. ”Fine with me.” He smirked. ”Jus’ consider yerself lucky I’m not one of those guys expect t’be spoiled with expensive gifts.” He joked a bit. As it was, Virgil didn’t like receiving gifts. It was painfully awkward for him. And, as far as his lifestyle went, he didn’t have any desire to own designer clothes, jewelry, or anything else that came with an intimidating price tag. ”Can ghosts even eat though? He would question his sassy reply after he’d finished off his morsel, grinning despite himself as Marcel seemed to become even sassier. After giving his lover his instructions and getting done with his own task, he stepped over to grab his own glass. It would take a few for the peppers to saute and he was happy for the break away from the hot stove. Virgil leaned against the counter near him with his head turned a bit in the direction of the younger man. The unexpected and sudden declaration of his love for him had him blinking a few times as gave him a curious look. This just might be the first time the younger Hispanic had said those words outside of their bedroom fun. One of his shy, yet genuine, smiles he could rarely manage formed. ”An’ I love ya.” His heart tripped over itself and practically face-planted against his sternum as he returned the sentiment. Reaching out with his free hand, he lightly grasped Marcel’s side and tried to guide him closer so they could be side by side.

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