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 Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 10:26 pm
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It wasn’t until he was being kissed that the werewolf was really even away of what was going around him. Needless to say, it was a rather nice way to be brought back to the real world. His eyes narrowed just the slightest bit when the weight settled on top of him moved. Still trying to collect himself, he didn’t need any reminders. A brow raised as he gave a languid smirk, hardly bothered to know it was only a rare treat. He’d always enjoyed giving gifts a bit more than receiving them. That well muscled form of his stretched as he gave a groan once Marcel had stood up, his eyes trailing after him before they narrowed in thought. This would be a prime time for a snack as his stomach was starting to make its complaints known by cramping painfully.
But before he could convince his boneless body to get up and follow his lover to annoy him, there was a knock at the door. Damn. Now Virgil was kind of more in the mood for something Spanish though he couldn’t deny the fact real food was needed. ”Comin’!” He called out loud enough so the delivery person could hear him as he forced himself stand and fix his clothing. The expression on his face must have been unfriendly or something because the young guy in the hall stepped back when he opened the door.
”Dude…you look you’ve been through hell.”
Given how their night had gone and how he felt like an incubus had sucked the last of his energy out of him, Virgil was simply going to let the insult go. The way his scarred torso was being eyeballed was ignored as he took out the money while holding out his free hand for the plastic bags. ”Just gimme th’ food.” Thankfully, the delivery boy didn’t argue with him and the exchange went down rather quickly. He started to nudge the door shut with his foot since his hands were full though he was soon stopped by the man planting a hand on it.
”Hey, wait, this is way too much. I can’t break a hundred!”
”Then keep it as ah tip!” Virgil snapped a little unkindly while he gave a harder nudge to force the door to close. It wasn’t like he was hurting for cash right now and he was more than willing to pay the stranger to go away so he could go eat sooner rather than later. He might think differently about generous tips when the school fired his unqualified a**, but he’d worry about that when it happened. Besides, he was confident in his ability to hustle drunk idiots out of their hard-earned cash at bars, it had gotten out of tight spots in the past, so he saw little point in it. The bags would be set down on the counter in the kitchen before he started to go through them and the containers inside, but not out of concern they might’ve screwed him on his order. Coconut shrimp? Nope. Steak fried rice? Eh. Cream cheese wontons? Nah. Orange chicken? Sigh, no. Pork egg rolls? Bingo, finally! One was grabbed and stuffed halfway into his mouth as he turned around to make a pot of coffee.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 10:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 10:19 am
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Virgil was standing back near the food with his own mug of black coffee when he saw his lover coming back. It was a little frustrating how the man seemed to look good in anything he wore. His eyes squinted at him as he tried to find some flaw that could help him not be so attracted to him or feel such deep emotion, but he couldn’t. Poor man had it bad. If he wasn’t so busy eating another egg roll, he would’ve argued that what they had done a short time ago was the best way to start the morning. Food and coffee could hardly compare to that. He snorted softly at the comment and wink as he ate, hating the way his face still grew warm at his teasing. Trying to decipher his native tongue wasn’t something he even attempted this time around as thinking too much was a bit of a challenge right now. Finished with his roll, he picked up his coffee and leaned against the counter. It wasn’t until he was raising the mug to his lips that he noticed that there was a slight bludge underneath the skin on the back of his right hand near the knuckles. Virgil stared at the spot for a second until it clicked with him why it was there. Caught up with what was going on at the time, he hadn’t realized that he’d earned himself a few splinters. Figuring that digging in his hand like it was nothing would probably freak Marcel out and ruin his appetite so it could wait.
Virgil sipped on his coffee as he watched him eat the takeout, smirking to himself. ”I hope ya like it…it might be around for ah bit.” Not only was there a variety, the quantity was a little much to boot. ”My stomach was doin’ th’ talkin’. Bein’ ah freak of nature isn’t all that it’s chalked up t’be.” A good thing that the male had learned to actually enjoy food and cooking because having the appetite of a small horse wasn’t for those that didn’t. A few of the wontons would be snacked on before he picked up his fork to eat some of the orange chicken out of its container. It was a little too sweet for his palate, but it was exactly terrible to his half-starved body. Finally, Virgil was starting to feel more like his old self the more he ate. ”Since we don’t gotta fool around with work, what’re ya goin’ t’do today?”
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 11:53 am
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 It seemed like he was a lot more hungry than he had thought as he now decided to take one of the wantons for himself and would snack on it before going back to the shrimp as it was his favorite out of everything that was bought. The Hispanic's grin would widen a bit when he saw the other's face warm once again, it seemed like no matter how far they went in their relationship Virgil could still blush over the smallest things, it was endearing to be honest. He had to admit that despite looking like someone who'd break your neck for looking at him funny, Virgil was honestly a really sweet guy. Although maybe he was only this way with him, who knew? Marcel certainly could bring himself to give much of a ******** to be frank. He would then chuckle a bit when he explained how his stomach did the talking for him when he ordered the food. Marcel would then lift the fork from the rice and would point it at Virgil for a moment "Hey you might be a freak of nature, but you're my freak of nature!" he laughed a bit before taking another bite of the rice and he was barely putting a dent in either the shrimp or rice, how much did Virgil order!? None the less he would then reach over and pluck some of the orange chicken from Virgil, it was sweet but he liked it since it did pair well with the other items ordered. Marcel would then blink as he took another bite of the chicken and then some shrimp, what would he do today? Or more so what would they do? And so Marcel would ponder on it for a second before giving the best answer he could at the moment and shrugged his shoulders a bit lamely "I dunno" he would take another bite of food as he thought for a second "Before meeting you on my days off I'd just sit at home, order pizza, watch movies, and drink myself stupid before passing out" he explained his relatively unhealthy lifestyle for a long time, it was a good thing that he kept up with a semi strict training regimen as he would probably have a real nice gut popping out otherwise. Marcel would then think for a second as he tried to think of something that could kill time "We could head to the local hot springs? I hear that place is a really nice place to relax and unwind, god knows I think we earned it" the bump on his head was still sore and he'd have to replace the bandages that covered the cut on his neck as soon as he was done eating. He'd reach up and poke the gauze and bandage and could feel it beginning to peel off a bit, that wouldn't be too good. Marcel would then look at Virgil with a curious look on his face "What do you think? You game?" he asked since he didn't want to make plans without first getting Virgil's opinion first. (Translation: .) |
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 6:36 pm
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Virgil grinned. ”Aye. That I am.” So silly how hearing the shorter man call him his freak of nature could make him happy. Reaching over, he speared some of the shrimp onto his fork before stuffing it into his mouth. He blinked shortly after pulling them off the fork, surprised that they actually tasted pretty damn good. Who would’ve thought. Though the wontons and the egg rolls were still his favorites simply because of their crunchy texture. His head tilted to the side while he spoke of how he used to spend his free time before they’d crossed paths, eyes squinting a bit as he obviously eyed his stomach. He never would have guessed that unhealthy lifestyle given by how toned Marcel was. Not that he was judging him for it. ”Sound kinda relaxin’. Heh, ‘specially that last thing.” The grin that came to him was sheepish. Virgil could see the appeal of eating greasy pizza and binge-watching t.v. though he knew from experience that spending too much time indoors himself would drive him stir crazy soon enough. Some of the rice would be shoveled into his mouth, the male soon making a face upon eating a piece of the steak. Honestly, there was nothing wrong with it aside from the fact that it was cooked well done. Too cooked, in his opinion.
He hummed in contemplation while the hot spring was mentioned. It did sound relaxing and they could both use something that would help them unwind. Virgil followed the hand that went to touch the bandage on his neck, studying the area around it. It was out of concern about bothering the Hispanic that he hadn’t mentioned changing it sooner. The guy was tough and could look after himself, but he would always feel the need to take care of him. Or, at least, help him out. Those forest green eyes drifted to the other side of his neck where he’d left his claiming mark last night. Only to find the area hidden by the collar of his shirt. Frustrating. A few more wontons and pieces of shrimp were eaten as he brought his gaze up to meet Marcel. ”Mmhm.” A slight smile was given. ”Game for whatever ya are, darlin’, so I’ll follow ya lead.” Within reason. Virgil wasn’t completely wrapped around his damn finger! Now that his hunger was satisfied for the most part, he moved away to go refill his coffee cup. ”Up for goin’ on ah run with me at some point?” He chuckled softly after he said that, realizing that running probably wasn’t how most people wanted to spend their day off. ”Don’t gotta. Run or go.” Shrugging a shoulder, Virgil back to leaning against the counter near him. It wouldn’t bother him at all if Marcel didn’t. Wasn’t like he needed a babysitter or anything. It was important to exercise both bodies of his and, aside from the fight, it had been a few days since he had spent any time in his wolf form. Then again, he might wait on it depending on how their day went.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 8:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 9:06 pm
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The big brute smirked as he was called an alcoholic. ”Least I’m not an emotional drunk or anythin’.” He teased almost underneath his breath. There was little difference between drunk Virgil and sober Virgil aside from him not really being able to keep his temper in check. Though he didn’t know if that was the case now, wasted or not. There was something about being around Marcel that helped him stay calm and keep a level head. Nice, even. Until some a*****e came along and threatened his safety, that is. He hoped that no one would decide to mess with them today though he wasn’t going to get them up too much. It seemed like fate really enjoyed throwing hardship their way. Probably got off on it. A slow sip was taken of the strong brew as he relaxed, fully awake and content with his lot in life once more. ”Exercise for th’ monster maybe…” He grumbled, still sore over the whole fact that the damn thing had managed to escape with worthless its life. But he wasn’t going to let it ruin his pleasant mood though. As he had said earlier, there was no point in crying over the past. Virgil needed to remember that and try to live by it more often. Not that he believed he was capable of actually crying these days, convinced that he was pretty much dead inside. Aside from where the Hispanic was concerned, of course. No wonder he’d fallen so fast and hard for him since he made him finally feel something positive for once.
”Erm…” Dang. Why did Marcel have to leave it up to him to decide? Thinking was still apparently a problem for him although it wasn’t like he was that great with it to begin with. "Well…doin’ anythin’ active with ah full stomach ain’t all that fun.” Especially where being a werewolf was concerned. Turning too soon after eating any more than a small snack tended to make him really sick. Like trying to puke up his stomach kind of sick, and he would rather avoid that. ”Then again…do we really wanna go runnin’ after we’ve gotten all nice an’ relaxed at th’ hot springs?” Virgil grinned before his rugged feature grew more thoughtful, his free hand rubbing at the side of his neck as he turned the ideas over in his head. ”So maybe we should go exercise first. Whatcha think?”
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 11:30 pm
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Marcel bit his lip for a second as his eyes narrowed playfully a bit at the other man before him and shook his head, he just went there "You win this round Querido!" he would polish off his coffee before sighing a bit as he watched Virgil for a few seconds. There was an old warmth in his chest that grew a bit more each time he looked at Virgil, like an old feeling that was slowly letting itself be known once more. It was so odd at first but the pleasant and almost fuzzy feeling he felt became more and more noticeable. That was when he realized what it was, genuine contentment. He hadn't felt this since the days with his Ex Wife, before everything went to hell for him, when they were first married and happy. To simply enjoy the most mundane of activities and talking with the one you loved, it was something he had forgotten about after so long. Maybe it was the demons influence but there was no doubt that he was on a bit of a self destructive path before meeting Virgil. How their whirlwind romance had blossomed so quickly, it was almost jarring. Just the other day they were legitimate strangers and now here they were, sitting in the kitchen teasing each other, sharing a meal. Now that Marcel was no longer under such a darker train of thought he could see why he had latched onto Virgil so quickly, he was desperate. It was as simple as that. He was desperate for comfort and affection, to feel like he was wanted by someone in the world. Maybe that was why he was so quick to start their casual flirting when they first met but now looking at them now, he was happy. Marcel felt like that if he had Virgil by his side he could take on the world without any worry. It was a good feeling, even if it was all born out of simple desperation. And without even meaning to a fond smile grew on his face as he put the food down, suddenly no longer hungry at all. But that was enough being a sap for now, Virgil was speaking. The Hispanic would nod his head in agreement with the statement as he was right, any physical activity sucked on a full stomach honestly. But then he made another good point and so Marcel would grin a bit and would begin to put the food back into the back, plucking all that Virgil grabbed back as well "Then we'll stop eating now, go out for a run, and then we'll come back, eat some more, and then we'll go to the hot spring!" a good long jog will help kill an hour or more and then they can come back for lunch, and then they can head to the hot spring for a bit before coming back home, it sounded like a plan to him. He would however chuckle a bit as he put the food in the fridge "I'll have to get changed though, there's no way I'm going running in jeans and a button up!" with that he'd walk back to the bedroom and change into a pair of shorts and a loose fitting tank top. Marcel would then take a quick pit stop in the bathroom to brush his teeth before stopping and seeing the the mark on his neck that stood out as a stark contrast to his tanned skin, no way of hiding that it seemed. With that he would walk out once more "Anything you need before we go?" he asked, sticking his cell phone in his pocket just in case. (Translation: .) |
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 9:50 am
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Virgil’s brows furrowed together a bit in that slightly confused look, a lesser version he often gave whenever the other spoke his native tongue, but this time it was because of the smile that grace the handsome face of the man standing near him. While he believed everything Marcel told him, a part of him was still shocked that anyone would ever look at him with such affection. It made him all sort of nervous and giddy just thinking about it. Also made him kind of want to hide since he was far from used to any of this though he would never admit that out loud. If anyone had told him that his life would turn out to be this way, Virgil would have punched them right in the throat for the prediction. A hand quickly reached out to snatch one last wonton when he saw him going to grab the container, grinning at him some before he popped the food into his mouth. ”Aye, aye, Cap’n.” He muttered to Marcel’s run down of their plans for the day after swallowing the mouthful. Sounded good to him. Changing clothes made sense though he couldn’t help pout just a little. ”But ya look so damn good in that shirt.” The Hispanic did, honestly, though a part of his opinion came from the fact that the incorrigible scoundrel had been entertaining thoughts of undoing those buttons with his teeth later on.
He remained where he was while Marcel went to get ready for their run, enjoying the last of his coffee. The mug would be set down in the sink once he was finished with it. Hearing Marcel come back into the room, he turned around to look at him. ”Someone’s rearin’ and ready t’go get chased by ah wolf through th’ woods.” The way he was smirking out would hopefully make it obvious that he was joking. The werewolf wouldn’t do something as mean as that so soon after he had found out the truth about him. He chuckled softly. ”Yeah, I do…” Like a shirt since he was still standing there half naked. ”Won’t keep ya waitin’ long though.” Giving a reassuring grin, he slipped off to the bedroom to grab what he needed. His dark green shirt from last night was picked up off the floor and put back on, the sleeves rolled back up to his elbows. He grabbed his cigarette case and lighter after that along with his wallet and stuck them into a pocket. The next item had him pausing as he grabbed it from his bag, wondering why possibly being teased for it kind of bothered him and why he even gave a damn about it. Maybe it was the hot pink color of the collar, who knew. Grumbling faintly, Virgil started to slip it on as he walked back to the main area of the apartment, buckling it on the first hole so it would hang loosely around his neck. Since it was meant for huge breeds like a Bull Mastiff, it was rather big for his human form though it’d more than fit his wolf. The collar even had a pink, bone shaped tag dangling from the loop with "Okay. Ready if ya are."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 12:34 pm
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When Marcel finally came back he would blink a bit at his lovers comment about being chased through the woods by a wolf. The thought of a horror movie scenario played out in his head for but a moment before he remembered that this was Virgil and not some monster. So instead he grinned a bit and shook his head "I think you misspoke there, I believe you mean prance through the woods!" he commented as the Hispanic remembered how the wolf had walked earlier, the image was still an amusing one for him to say the least. Once Virgil vanished into the bedroom, Marcel would place his own mug in the sink and quickly rinsed out both. There was no need to scrub them or anything, they would just be used for coffee again later on. When Virgil came back into the room Marcel had his back turned to him as he was putting the mugs away "Alright then Querido, let's get goi..." he paused mid sentence when he turned around and saw that hot pink collar around his neck. Marcel had a neutral look on his face as he stared in silence for a few moments. This was both hilarious and arousing at the same with the desire to pounce him right here and now but at this moment it was most certainly the former. He wouldn't laugh. A small grin cracked his neutral expression. He wouldn't laugh. He just needed to say something, anything but when his mouth opened up all the came out was a snort, crap. He wouldn't laugh. And then before he even realized it Marcel was bent over the counter laughing rather hard at the sight before him. Oh boy he was howling with laughter! It was just the sheer shock that Virgil actually did have a collar! He would approach the other man while he was still laughing "Wait no..please lea..heh..leave it on!" he was trying his best to contain the laughter as he reached up and rolled the collar between his fingers "It's...it's just the...the color! And...you actually own one..." OK he was beginning to calm down thankfully. Then he would look at the tag and read what it said anddd he was right back to howling with laughter once more. He would hug Virgil to keep him in place, Marcel was not going to let Virgil escape if the thought had crossed his mind for even a moment. It was another solid several seconds of laughing before Marcel finally calmed down and reached up to wipe a genuine tear of mirth from his eye "Holy crap...I actually cried..." the silly grin on his face was so different, Marcel usually didn't get many good laughs like that too often. Finally his silly grin would fade a bit before reaching up and playing with the collar a bit more "You know, you do actually look good with this on.." he really did. The color was strange but the more he looked at it the better it looked on him. And then of course the naughty thoughts began to enter his head 'Would it be considered too kinky if I bought a leash for Virgil?...I mean...it would serve a purpose...' and that purpose was not very PG to say the least. The thought that Virgil might accuse him of being kinky was an embarrassing one to say the least and Marcel hadn't even realized that he'd looped his index finger through the ring that held the tag until he was pulling the other down for a kiss. He'd buy the leash. But only when Virgil wasn't around to know, that would be a surprise for sometime later. Once he pulled away Marcel would grin a bit at the werewolf "Wear it more often, it makes it so I don't have to stand on my toes to kiss you" yeah, that was the reason why. Let's go with that. Marcel would then look down at Virgil's keys and grinned a bit before shaking his head and putting his hand on his to take the keys and put them down on the counter "Let's take my car this time, she doesn't get enough action" this would actually be the first time in awhile that Marcel would even acknowledge his own vehicle. He'd walk over and rummage around the messy coffee table before a soft 'Aha!' could be heard and he'd lift up a simple key ring with that held a bottle opener, the car remote, and his car key. The fact that it was buried on the table would tell how often he drove himself around. Marcel would then toss the keys to Virgil and would walk out the front door "I trust you enough, but if you crash my car I'll shave a couple inches off of little you" obviously the humorous threat shouldn't be taken too seriously. Marcel would then walk to a dark blue convertible that had been sitting there unused for a good while and the Hispanic would lean against it while he waited for the other to open the doors with the remote. (Translation: .) |
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 4:06 pm
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Virgil crossed his arms over his chest, growing more self-conscious the longer that he was stared at. Though, judging by his neutral expression, Marcel didn’t seem to find it all that weird or funny that he wearing a collar. Then he saw that grin. He rolled his eyes like some moody teenager. ”Don’t say it.” He gently warned when he saw his mouth open and was hardly prepared for the hard laughter that soon followed. Teasing and sarcasm was one thing, but this was almost too much. The brute lightly glowered at him as he watched him lean onto the counter, giving a slight shake of his head. But maybe his laughter wasn’t such a bad thing. He didn’t entertain them for long, but several other reactions to his collar that could be worse. He supposed. Though just how much and how hard he was being laughed at made it a little hard to think on the bright side of things. Heaving a sigh, he turned his head to a side as he glanced away from him in embarrassment while he reached up to undo the buckle. Pausing, he glanced down at Marcel out of an eye at his request not to take it off. His hand dropped back down while he pretended that having his collar messed with do weird things to him. The same things that bedroom rules apparently did, and Virgil honestly didn’t want to think about anything pertaining to either of those two things or bedrooms! ”Ya’d be surprised how quick people are t’go for their gun or call animal control when they see ah giant canine walkin’ around.” He’d explain in a grumble. The color could’ve been worse. This was better than a pastel girly pink in his book. Just when he was beginning to feel a bit better, his lover started laughing again. He rested his hands on his shoulders while he was held in place, which had him grumbling all over again.
His annoyance and embarrassment were soon forgotten, however, when he noticed the difference in the grin on his face. Marcel looked pretty happy. Even though it had been at his own expense, he was glad that he could bring some amusement to his life. He could only smile although it soon faltered when the Hispanic started toying with his collar again. ”Heh, thanks…I think.” Now the brute was the one trying to keep his expression neutral. In no way did this turned him on! Then he was being pulled down into a kiss by that blasted thing around his neck, causing heat to slowly start pooling where Virgil really wished it wouldn’t. ********, this was turning him on. He hated his body. Or was his brain the responsible party? Screw both of them! He slightly licked at his lips after he pulled away, giving his own grin that was far more wolfish. ”Uh huh. Sure.” A good excuse, but Marcel would have to try harder than that to fool him. But he still made a mental note to do exactly as he requested. Because he was nice like that and not for any other reason!
His keys would be surrendered easily as he shrugged at the fact that they would be taking a different vehicle. Didn’t matter to him as long as they got to the place they were going. He chuckled some to himself as he watched him search for his own keys, taking the time to admire his tempting backside as he did. His eyes widened a bit when the keys were suddenly tossed his way, which he reached out to effortlessly catch with a hand. ”Erm…” The small remote was studied with a little confusion as he followed him out the door and locked it behind him. Virgil visibly paled some as he stared at him. There was no such thing as a humorous threat when it pertained to his junk. Hell, even “little him” wanted to crawl back up to where it was safe now. ”Treat ‘er better than I do ya, sweetheart. Prepare t’be jealous.” He continued to follow, his steps slowing to a stop once they neared the Hispanic’s car. ”She’s really nice.” If he had any real passion for vehicles, Virgil would’ve been envious. Deciding that looking at Marcel leaning against the convertible for too long would be a bad idea, he pressed the button to unlock the doors before opening the driver’s side. It was weird having to duck down low to get down inside rather than stepping up, but he managed. He took a moment to adjust the seat and steering wheel to his larger size after he’d stuck the keys in the ignition and started it. All that he would touch though. There were a few more buttons than he was used to dealing with.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 7:40 pm
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Marcel would be rather amused by Virgil's reaction, it was actually even more adorable when he was genuinely embarrassed. Of course he wouldn't make a habit of laughing at Virgil, only on occasions when the moment was appropriate. He'd grin a small bit when the werewolf complimented his car, he was quite proud to be honest "Thanks, she was ******** a b***h to pay off but well worth it in my opinion" Marcel was a bit of a car guy granted he more so preferred tuning up his own and giving her little upgrades here and there. Better and more responsive steering, a smooth engine that had a nice purr to it, surround sound speakers, any new and unnecessary upgrades? He either had them or tried to install them. He'd researched installing a build in GPS but that would have included practically gutting his car and he was not about to do that. So to say the least this thing was his baby and the fact that he trusted Virgil to drive it meant a lot. He'd sit back and grin a bit as he watched Virgil get into his car and adjust himself accordingly due to how large he was. Once the car was started Marcel would reach over and push one of those buttons that seemed to baffle Virgil and the roof would slide back into it's holder and Marcel would throw a grin towards Virgil "And now some music" he'd turn the radio on and...teen pop began playing "I do not remember leaving it on this station!" he'd quickly change to another station in sheer embarrassment, it seemed that they might be at least a bit even now for only moments earlier. Instead he'd changed it to some very hardcore country music and Marcel chuckled a bit "Oh great, this is even worse! Seriously who actually listens to this stuff?" he'd laugh a bit before switching over to some soft rock and shrugged his shoulders a bit in indifference, good enough. He'd then put his seat belt on and grinned over at Virgil "Let's get going Querido!" he stated with a grin plastered on his face, very glad to simply be with Virgil to any capacity. (Translation: .) |
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 10:42 pm
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”I bet.” Needless to say, there was a reason why he drove an older model. Virgil didn’t see the appeal in dropping so much money a newer vehicle when the one he had ran perfectly fine. But to each their own. As much as he appreciated the fact that Marcel trusted him, it was clear that the convertible was a cherished possession and that made him nervous about screwing up in some way even though that would be hard to do with all his years of experience. By some miracle, the Lycan didn’t freak out or duck down when the top started to fold itself back. Only hardened his jaw a bit as he glanced over at his companion. Well, a little warning would’ve been nice. His first time being in a convertible since the things started being made with motorized tops. A teasing grin came over him as soon as the music started. ”Justin Bieber, really? Am I gonna have t’ take away your man card?” Virgil chuckled, knowing he had risked making a fool of himself by trying to name the artist of the song that had been playing. Hardly payback for being laughed at earlier, but he would take it. He perked up some as country replaced the awful teen pop. ”Hey! Nothin’ wrong with country. Well, long as it’s not that crap they make these days.” He shook his head a bit. ”Ya clearly have no taste in music.” Again, he was only teasing him. He started to pull out of the parking spot while Marcel searched for another music station. Well, at least it was some form of rock. He could live with that.
”Keep your pants on.” The tip of his tongue was stuck out at him just before he gave a wicked smirk. ”Or don’t.” He chuckled a bit before he focused on getting them onto the highway and headed in the direction that would take them to the National Park that wasn’t too far outside of the town limits. A decent drive, but it wasn’t like he minded being behind the wheel of a vehicle. Especially one that handled as well as Marcel’s did. He made a face when a thought suddenly hit him out of nowhere. That he could remember driving along an empty stretch of highway back in the day when these songs weren’t considered classics like they were now. Didn’t have to be somewhere in the South West for nostalgia to hit, he supposed. Relaxing into the seat, Virgil started to croon along to Chris Isaak’s Wicked Game with that Southern drawl of his. ”What ah wicked game y’played t’make me feel this way.” That cocky, toothy grin of his was flashed his way as he quickly glanced at him. ”What ah wicked thing t’do t’make me dream of chu.” Just because they’d already done all that they had didn’t mean he was going to stop to teasing and trying to seduce Marcel. It was too fun and he would probably never tire of it.
( Exit to Kurushimu National Park)
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2018 8:10 pm
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Marcel chuckled a little bit when Virgil began to explain his reasoning for how he acted towards people. It was a bit funny when he said that he was just greedy with him and Marcel found it amusing to say the least as he nodded his head in understanding "OK Querido, I think I get it now. So should I just get a big tattoo on my chest that says 'Property of Virgil'?" he spoke with an amused grin at the very thought of something so over the top. Then Virgil's adorable grin had Marcel's heart doing a flip as he nodded his head at him "I would break every bone in someone's body if you told me too!" he made the bold announcement as he threw a grin Virgil's direction "All to defend our love!" the Hispanic called out loud with a a chuckle. Finally once Marcel was done with his shopping the man looked over at Virgil and rolled his eyes a bit, thankfully not noticing the healing wound that Virgil had inflicted on himself "Bite me" was his response to Virgil's comment "You know how annoying it is to try and grab what I want without employees bothering you every couple of seconds? It's such a pain in the a**!" he complained a bit as he shook his head. Marcel knew it was just them doing their job but dammit all if it wasn't annoying though to deal with. Finally with the confirmation that there was nothing left to do Marcel grinned at what Virgil called him "Vroom Vroom mother ********> childish without a doubt but he was just having fun as the car shot out like a bullet down the roads, making sure to take the emptiest roads so that he wouldn't have to slow down too much. Due to the speed of which they were driving it wouldn't take long before they finally arrive back at Marcel's apartment and he'd park his car back into it's original spot and he'd let out a sigh of happiness. He certainly loved the days where he could take his car out for a day like this, Marcel hoped that things like this would become more commonplace. He would reach up and press a button that would raise the roof of the convertible back into place before reaching back and grabbing his bag of goodies from the store. The Hispanic's gaze would settle on Virgil's collar for but a moment and the reminder of what he bought caused his cheeks to color a bit at the thought, but he would shake it off quickly enough as he began to make his way inside "Ahh finally, home sweet home" he spoke to himself more than anything as he made it to the end of the hallway and unlocked the door to his apartment and walked inside before making a beeline for the kitchen. He would begin to put some of the things away while the items for the Bloody Mary's were left out but paused for a moment before wrapping the bag around the final item and speed walking towards the bedroom where he would take the damn offending item and shoved it to the back of his dresser drawer. No way Virgil would get to see this, not yet at least. Finally as he walked out Marcel would look over at Virgil and made his way over, wrapping his arms around the other's neck "I enjoyed today, we'll have to do it again sometime" Marcel stated before placing a lingering kiss on Virgil as it was becoming more and more apparent to Marcel just how intoxicating it was to kiss Virgil, he just couldn't get enough of it no matter how many times he did it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 12:37 am
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Bite me was exactly the wrong thing to say. His lips pursed a bit as he tried to keep from grinning. Oh, he most certainly would bite him. Later. When they were in the privacy of the apartment so he wouldn’t get punched for embarrassing him in public again. He chuckled as he bitched about employees bothering him while shopping. ”I’ve never had that problem.” Probably because he looked so gosh darn friendly and approachable. Rather annoying when he actually did need help finding something. At least there was one benefit of his companion’s need for speed, it seemed to take little to no time at all to reach the place they lived. Having the roof moving back into place above him was strange to him and had the taller man slouching down out of reflex. He blinked in slight confusion when he caught the faint crimson coloring Marcel’s cheeks, wondering over what could have caused it though he wouldn’t say anything about it. Getting out, he started to walk in the direction of his truck as he pushed his hands into his pockets only to remember that his keys were inside. He grunted softly in annoyance as he changed direction to head after the Hispanic. There was a lockpick kept in his wallet for obvious reasons, but he didn’t feel like dealing with picking the lock on his ice chest. Virgil was ready to settle in for the evening and relax even more with his lover, and that would take longer than he wanted to spend away from him. He made it inside just in time to see him scurrying off to the bedroom like he had something to hide. It was humorous to watch and it made him curious. But, again, he wouldn’t ignore it. Just because they were in a relationship didn’t mean Marcel didn’t have a right to privacy anymore. As long as he never gave him the impression he was keeping a serious issue secret, he wouldn’t be nosey. He headed to the kitchen, taking note of the newest items to adorn the counter. The werewolf might be an uncultured a*****e, but he knew enough to be able to make an educated guess as to what they were for. It’d always been his belief that whoever first thought of mixing vodka and tomato juice needed to be punched in the throat. Mixed drinks were for the weak!
He made a soft sound of greeting in his throat as Marcel’s arms circled around his neck, his own hands going to settle on his sides while he looked down at him from their slight height difference. ”Aye. We do.” Aside from the minor difficulties, it was a pleasant day to say the least. The kiss made him feel as if he was truly coming home for the first time in what seemed like forever. He rested his forehead against his for a brief moment as he opened his eyes. ”Gotta go grab somethin’ out of th’ truck. Won’t take long, babe.” Though it wasn’t until after Virgil stole another one of those addictive kisses from the soldier that he pulled away from him and grabbed his keys from the counter before leaving the apartment. He looked around as he walked outside. One of these days he was going to have to properly explore the complex to get a better grasp of it. Not knowing the surrounding area of where he was staying wasn’t something that sat well with him. Upon reaching his own vehicle, he unlocked his ice chest and shifted through the bottles inside of it. He was out of everclear as it turned out, but moonshine was always a good second choice. And peach flavored sounded quite refreshing so that was the jar that was grabbed before he shut and locked the lid. The whole endeavor only took him about three minutes and he was back where he belonged. The brute glanced around for his better half as he headed to the kitchen again, wiping the rest of the water off the mason jar before he set it down on the counter. His keys, wallet, and cellphone were taken out of his pockets and also set down beside it for now. With plans of getting comfortable as possible in his mind, he reached up to take off his collar.”Lemme know when ya want t’eat an’ I’ll heat th’ leftovers for ya.” Cold Chinese didn’t sound all that appealing.
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