Post-recovery fun, possible drama later?

Romeo wasn't sure he felt soothed by their talk, but as soon as the vampyre's lips crashed with his own. It was enough. His fingers digging in to the cold skin he had his arms wrapped around, his heart beat increasing rapidly. There really was no better feeling nor a better way for Eden to show his love for the lycan right now. He craved comfort. Slowly he separated his lips, licking the vampyre's with his warm and wet tongue. He wanted to taste him, feel the emotions they shared as their small cuddle turned in to a make out session. Romeo wanted to be young right now, just carefree and love his boyfriend how he wanted to. Breaking the heated kiss was hard, but the string of saliva still connecting them was a testament to their shared affection. "Do we have time?" He muttered, feeling like he needed him more, but if they had to be downstairs shortly, he didn't want to keep the girls waiting. They had the whole holidays to do whatever they wanted.

Make time? Oh he liked the sound of that. Feeling their skin rub together was all he could ever dream of, and it was such a confirmation of what Romeo felt for his vampyre. His hands moved down, undoing Eden's belt, zipping his pants slightly open so he could fit his hands beneath them, grabbing at his behind, groaning softly at the feeling. He loved it when Eden was cold. It just meant that he could warm him up, make him feel just how much he burnt for him. Romeo was already getting hard just feeling him up, moaning softly, "I need you, baby," he whispered in a tender tone. He needed him like fish needed water, like humans needed air. There was no doubt in his mind. He was going to stay with Eden until his last breath, even if that was the most selfish act he could ever do. He wasn't going to die for his vampyre, but he was going to live.

Why did he have to be so gods damned inviting? He was a vampyre, everything about him was supposed to turn him off and instead all that was Eden made him that more turned on. The way he played with the hem of his pants, how he muttered sweet words and nibbled at his skin. Gritting his teeth, he sucked air in before releasing it in a soft moan as the other started to grind his hips against him. "Cazzo," swearing under his breath as his fingers dug in to his cold skin. He wanted to feel him already, wanted every part of him. Maybe it was because he was still hurt from what Kareema and him had talked about, but he was starting to feel the need for Eden more prominent than he had felt before. Like he couldn't breathe without him. "Amore mio, I need you," he pleaded, his Italian accent getting stronger, showing he was losing his focus and having a hard time remembering his English. It was usually a good sign. All he truly wanted was Eden, wanting his scent all over him, feel his whole body clash against his own. That was when there was a careful knock at the door, making Romeo groan, burying his head back in to the mattress, closing his eyes as he wasn't ready to let go of what they were doing right now. Surely they could just ignore it, right? Let them know they were busy, that they would come down shortly, but he also didn't want Josette walking in on them like this. He knew it was her, he could hear a difference in how people knocked. "We're busy!" he called out before there was another knock, making him groan. He knew that if he spoke now he would say something he would regret, so he looked to Eden, pleading that he would take care of this.

Romeo did as he was asked, but he made sure to undress from his pants as well before crawling under the duvet, looking at Eden as he got dressed. Fuck he was hot. The lycan could barely contain himself, running a hand down to cup his own excitement as his eyes followed Eden until all he could see was his back. He knew Josette was out there, but all he could think about was getting Eden back to bed as soon as possible.

Josette looked up at Eden as he stood in the door, her eyes rather innocent and clearly apologetic. "There's a man at the door," her breath clearly showing she was a little scared. She was only used to the specific lawyers and their small family to be this close to her safe haven, so she was clearly panicking a little. "He's asking for you," she said, clearly unsure of what to do right now. Kareema was stalling the guy, but he seemed quite steadfast and not leaving. "It's a seraph ... Says his name is Gerard?"

Romeo was slowly touching himself as Eden returned to him, his cheeks already blushing, his eyes needy. But that was when the vampyre disclosed he had a guest. It was hard to ignore just how disappointed he looked, especially when all he wanted was Eden to send that guest away so they may continue. But alas, he was left to his own devices, and he was already hating the loneliness it brought along.

It was weird being back here, but after hearing Tessa's shaky voice on the phone, it was clear that he needed to face his former demons. He was met by a young vampyress, looking so much like Eden that it startled him at first. Then an elder vampyress came to and was now holding him in the door, but he wasn't budging. He was wearing black jeans and a nice winter coat on top to keep him warm. "I know that he's home ... I'll wait right here for him," he told the elder vampyress taking a deep breath as he dug his hands in to his pockets.

"Spare me the greetings," he muttered, clearly not in the mood to discuss anything other than what he had came here for. At least the bastard was home. The question made him scoff, "last time I was here you were ready to kill the one I love to keep me," he said rather seriously. The vampyre looked off. He didn't have the same hunger in his eyes. In fact, was he sensing disgust? "I came here because I'm done with you lurking about," he said with a serious frown on his face, "I don't know what you're planning, and frankly I dont want to know, but this has to stop." He shook his head looking from Eden to Kareema. Was she his sister? She didn't look like him at all. So maybe it was the blonde girl who looked so much like him. "I don't care what you've done to me, alright, but I'm not going to stand by while you keep stakes on what Tessa is doing."

The fact that Eden was playing innocent didn't surprise him, but what did was how he was being forced out. The harsh grip so different from the way the vampyre had used to conduct himself. The cryptic message for Connor didn't make much sense either, but he just stared at him. Had Eden - the man who had been obsessing over him, forcing him to stay at this very mansion - really moved on? It was hard to believe, but that was when he spotted a rather young man at the top of the stairs. Gerard grit his teeth, shaking his head at Eden's carelessness. "Found a younger model, I see," he said a little sarcastically, but in reality he was scared for the guy. Was he being held captive as well? And for how long until the vampyre would eventually get bored and move on? "I truly hope you treat him better than you ever did me in this hellhole," he said through gritted teeth. This guy didn't look much older than Tessa, so he wasn't really one to judge there, but Eden could be cruel, so cruel that he feared what might happen to that poor boy once he wanted to find his own way in life. He looked to Kareema, his eyes burning as if to ask her if she was agreeing with this, but he would never get an answer as the door was slammed on him.

Romeo had heard the ruckus, and getting in to a bathrobe he snuck out to the stairs, watching the exchange. The guy that Eden was speaking to was older than him, sleep deprived as the bags under his eyes showed. Was this really a friend? They didn't seem to be speaking as friends, and the spiteful comment about Romeo being a replacement made him feel a sinking feeling in his stomach. So this guy was an ex? It was as if he froze in that realization, staring at the seraph as he was pushed outside, the door closed. The lycan was holding his breath, feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but he felt like even when he opened his mouth he couldn't force his lungs to breathe in.
He would grow older, just like that seraph had, and seeing how Eden was so rough made him wonder if the vampyre would ever send him away like that. If Romeo himself would end up in the situation the seraph was in. He just stood there for a while before Eden would notice him, catching his eyes before he turned on his heel and walked back to their room without a word. Once inside he sat down on the bed, his mind going a little crazy as it thought of all the future scenarios.

Eden followed, of course he did, but Romeo wasn't sure how to act. He felt strange. Like he had just been shown his own horrible future. The vampyre spoke, but it was like the lycan didn't really comprehend it at first, sitting in silence as he stared at the wall. "Then tell me what it is," he said, feeling slightly dizzy still, but he was breathing now at least. Rubbing his face with his palms he shuddered slightly, "and maybe assure me that I wasn't looking in to my own future out there." If Eden had loved someone before him, that was perfectly fine, but that person being alive and now a stranger to the elder vampyre, well, it wasn't providing Romeo with a lot of hope. In fact he felt terrified. Would Eden just get enough of him some day? Throw him out and slam the door in his face as he could do nothing?

Romeo looked at Eden as he cupped his face, closing his eyes as their foreheads connected. It was sweet, gentle, and everything Romeo felt through their skin to skin contact felt so real and filled with love. The question however made him sigh, feeling the small hairs on his neck stand up at the thought of it. "I'm not doubting us," he whispered, lifting his hands up to cover the cold ones on his face, "I'm just afraid." He had already defied his family, he had no home besides what he had here with Eden, and living their truth was so important to him. "I'm terrified of losing you, but I'm even more scared of hurting you," he was being honest now, being raw and trying to tackle all the worry that was in his mind all the time.
"I guess I'm searching for a reason, a good one, as to why I can allow myself to be so selfish," he disclosed in a soft tone, looking at him as he leaned his head back. Watching the vampyre's features, and how familiar they had become to him. "And I guess I'm trying to find meaning in the madness ... Try and understand why no-one seems to be on our side."

Stop worrying? If only it was that easy. And yet he hoped he was right. Their lips reconnected, making him moan softly against those familiar cold ones that he never seemed to be able to get enough of. His hands moved, grabbing lightly at the vampyre's hips, pulling him a little closer. "I like the good things," he muttered hastily against the vampyre's lips, feeling his heart pick up the pace, beating like a steady drum in his chest. Oh what he felt for Eden was true and right, there was no doubt about it, but his worry was still there. He pulled the vampyre down over him, letting their lips clash, their tongues dancing with one another in a rather heated yet delicate dance. Gasping softly he looked at Eden as he was above him right now. "I wish I could borrow some of your optimism from time to time," he sighed against his lips, his fingers digging in to his hips, wanting him closer and feeling like the clothes that separated them was too much. "I want to focus on the good things ... Please help me with that," a very honest plea.

Romeo felt Eden's hand moving down, groaning softly as their skin temperature clashed like electricity. His hazel eyes looking at the vampyre's blue green, "Eden," he pleaded, his chest heavy with need as he felt the cold hands feel him up. Under the robe he wasn't wearing anything, mostly because he had hoped that Eden would've returned sooner. His erection clear as day, it didn't take long when he was this attracted to the other man, moaning softly already, his hips bucking against his touch. "Take your clothes off," he said, his breath shaky as his hands were slowly pulling the shirt he had on up, exposing more of his chest. "I need to feel you ... Feel us," he put it quite simply, but it was one of the things with lycans. Feeling everyone's feelings through touch meant that sometimes it got jumbled up, and when him and Eden were close it didn't really feel like he could differentiate their emotions anymore. He could just feel their unity, them coming together as one on not just a physical level, but on an emotional level as well. He had never loved anyone before, but he knew what he felt with Eden was real. "And don't tell me to have patience ... I've waited plenty."