The everyday monsters in our lives

He could continue to hold him, but not make him breakfast? It seemed odd, but he guessed the human did have some boundaries. Which was good because he didn't want to overstep. However as soon as his face was touched so affectionately he felt it harder to look away. "I don't know what to feel right now," he admitted, but again it wasn't like sleeping solved many problems. He placed a gentle kiss against his forehead, just letting himself live in a fantasy for a while even if the human would hate him for it. "How about you?" He whispered, his hand still roaming his warm skin. He honeslty couldn't help but grasp a few places. He could certainly feel that his muscle mass had grown. But it felt good, and he hoped his hands were warm enough to the human not to feel cold. "You reached for me .. when you had fallen asleep .. or was that something I dreamt?" He wasn't quite sure. Everything had sorta blended together.

Cesare hummed, though he wasn't going to decide for him what to do. He was the mortal here. Not him. The comment made him scoff. "I can't help myself," he sighed, probably sounding like a dirty old pervert. He looked at the human, looking into his eyes. This was alright, wasn't it? He didn't seem to hate him right now at least, or was that just until he woke up? The excuse made him chuckle lightly, "I guess it worked," he mused. Just looking at his face he wondered how anyone could look so cute when they were still so tired.
He couldn't really help but let his mind wonder. "I really wish I could kiss you without you wanting to hit me," he smiled, a hand moving up to cup his face, running his thumb along the human's bottom lip. It felt so soft. So inviting. "Seeing as I'm so touchy .. is there anywhere you want me to touch you?" The question was rather genuine, "like maybe a stiff shoulder or a sore muscle?"

The warnings made him chuckle lightly. It for some reason didn't hurt as much, perhaps because he was allowed to touch him. Just being near him seemed to dull the pain in his chest. Maybe just the fact that Benjamin wasn't moving away was enough. Though he was sure that he would as soon as he woke up properly. The only time he moved away was to feel his shoulder, which the vampyre took no offence to. In fact he could see how tense the shoulder truly was. "Alright then, flip over on your stomach," he said, getting out of bed to go grab some massaging oil. So what if it doubled as lube, the human could think what he wanted.
Cesare went back to the bed, moving over to sit on his buttocks so he had the full view of his back. He started by running his fingers over his skin without any oil, just checking if there were other tense spots, and from the sounds the human produced, there were quite a few. He hummed, pressing some oil out on his back, he had warned him that it would be cold, and there wasn't much the vampyre could do in terms of heating it. Spreading the oil around he started from his shoulders. The one that Benjamin had complained about was rather stiff and clearly hurt. But Cesare took his time, undoing each knot within it with a gentle but firm grip. He at least was experienced enough with humans to know when a muscle was overworked, so he took great care not to cause more trouble for the young man beneath him.
Though he couldn't deny that the faint grunts and subtle moans weren't turning him on, he was at least trying to hide it this time around. Maybe it was just an attraction that would always be there. Moving on from his shoulders he took care of his upper back, finding a few knots by the shoulder blade of each side. He wasn't really talking, in fact it was clear he was just focusing on the task. He wanted to not make this weird or awkward for the human. In fact he just wanted to touch him. The fine lines and bumpy scars didn't turn him off from the looks of the human. He found them beautiful in a way; angry of course that they were there to begin with, but beautiful in the regards of humans being able to change. Maybe it wasn't always for the better, but he didn't think too much of it as his hands moved further down to his lower back. He had a fair few tensions there, and he bet the human could feel the pressure way up in his shoulders just by pressing there. "You're too tense," he muttered, waiting for him to relax before he could continue. Was it because they were closer to a spot he had touched yesterday? He found that har to believe, he was barely touching the top of his buttocks anyways.

He sighed as he kept squirming. The human turned to look at him and he sighed, "yes you can," he said in a calm tone. Moving off of him, he moved the human to lay in a specific position. "Alright, it's going to make a weird sound and then it should help with release," he said, pressing in on his hip, making it twist just right as a crack was heard. It would probably hurt a lot, and Cesare just held his cold hands against his lower back before he started to relax a little. Then he turned him around doing the other side, same story, same holding before releasing him. "There you go .. tak your time," he said. He had just loosened up his hipbones and it would probably feel very warm and perhaps as if the bloodflow was more easily moving around.
He moved away from him, walking out to wash his hands and grabbing a towel to clean up the human's back as well. He also had a few pain killer pills with him as long as a glass of water. "You don't move your hips the way you should," he said in a soft hum, cleaning up his back before helping him to sit up. The pain would've subsided by now, but it would be sore in the coming days. "Take these," he said, handing him the pills and water.

He hummed as the human complained afterwards, just moving away to sit down by a couch. He rested one leg over the other, looking into the room. The sun was up outside and he wasn't looking to get scorched today. "You'll thank me in a few days time," he just muttered, but he wasn't sure if the human heard him. It didn't really matter, as his hip bones had been very locked and now they were at least free and shouldn't hurt for a while. Picking up a newspaper in front of him on the table he hummed, "seems like Martin brought you a pack of cigarettes as well," he said, nodding towards the coffee table.
He began focusing on the newspaper and taking a quick gander at what was going on in the world and even Gambion. His plans of going away had been ruined, so he was stuck in Churchill for a while it seemed. Of course his sires were kept up to date, but he felt so flaky because of it. He was risking an awful lot for the human, and yet he wasn't sure it was ever going to pay off. "You can go out during the day .. most vampyres stay docile during sun hours, so there should be no trouble," he just said, knowing that the human was probably dying to get out of here. Not that he blamed him. Cesare too needed to feed, and he wasn't looking to disgust the human even more with his eating habits. And maybe it would be wise for the human to leave for a bit so he could actually get a live donor and not the vialed up stuff that made him feel so drained.

Cesare wasn't really a fan of the awkward feeling that was between them now. It had been so nice to just hold him, but this was a stark reminder of what it was truly like between them. Benjamin wouldn't ever even consider being with him if it wasn't for the fact that he was probably forced.

As the human's shift was ending, a woman about his age smiled at him. She had had a keen eye on him ever since he let her into the club, and now she was standing not far from him. "This is probably going to sound really strange .. but could I buy you a drink?" she asked, blushing a bit as she was clearly not used to be the one taking the first step. "Anything you like," she chuckled. She was human, just like he was, and her blonde hair reached just about her shoulders. She wasn't dressed too provocative, but she did have a summer dress on with a nice pink floral pattern.

The young woman chuckled, smiling as he lead the way. "My name is Joanna," she introduced herself, though she didn't ask for his name. Most people wanted to keep their name a mystery in these parts, though she hoped he would at least give her some name to call him. The small bar they entered were much calmer than the club they had been at. She got them a table, ordering a drink for each of them, seeing as he had only promised her one drink. "I've always been really fascinated with you bouncers," she admitted before their drinks were handed to them. She had ordered a more fruity drink with a straw that she used to mix it around a little.
"I mean; isn't it a little scary sometimes?" she asked with a slight frown, though it was clear she wanted to understand him. It was just small talk after all. "I sometimes see you toss out guys that are twice your size with no problem at all, and you barely blink." She giggled, taking a sip of her drink.

Joanna was clearly entertained by this, chuckling along as he spoke of drunk people, "I guess I'm guilty of being one of the talkers from time to time then." Not that it was strange. She was a pretty young woman, and perhaps that extra boost of confidence from alcohol did her well. He asked what she did and she rolled her eyes, leaning over the table as if she was telling him a secret, "well I do have a pretty scary stapler in my top drawer," clearly jesting as she leaned back giggling. "I'm a secretary, nothing fancy, just brings home the money to pay the bills," she explained, taking another sip of her drink. It really wasn't much, but it didn't have to be.
"I guess everyone wants to have a pretty exciting job, but I feel like mine is pretty fulfilling," she hummed. Sure, it wasn't as hectic as what she presumed a bouncer's work day to be like, but it had its other difficulties. "I mean at least I get to talk to a lot of people too," smiling sweetly she continued, "I guess that's one thing we have in common; talking to a lot of strangers during our work." But that made her curious, "what's the strangest encounter you've ever had?"

She had to admit this was turning out better than she had expected. Usually the guys she hung around were not really interested in conversing with her. But he surely did his part which was very refreshing. The story he told made her lean in, listening with wide eyes as he disclosed what had been going on, "oh my gods," she covered her mouth as she let out a soft scoff of disbelief. "Wait, was that last month? I swear I read something about that in the newspapers," she giggled. It seemed that he lived quite the crazy life, and it was a bit exciting to hear about it.
Biting her lower lip, she looked down into her drink, "and now comes a more awkward question, I suppose," she chuckled, moving some hair behind her ear before looking at him with soft eyes. "You don't have a girlfriend or anything, right?" She was being rather up front, but perhaps it was just the way things were in this modern world. Some people just knew what they wanted. "I don't mean to flatter myself, but if you wanted you could have my number, or whatever sounds more cool to say."

"Yes! Oh, then it was that, cause I remember one of my co-workers talking about it; He had been there when the club was closed down," she nodded as she shook her head with a small chuckle. It was pretty wild, but then again she wasn't used to any scene where drugs were involved. In fact she probably lived a pretty boring life.
He disclosed he didn't have a girlfriend and it was clear she found a bit of relief in that. She wasn't looking to be a homewrecker that was for sure. Taking his phone she put in her number, sending herself a text so she would have his as well. Hearing a small dinging sound from her phone just confirmed that it went through. Handing his phone back she hummed a little at the question he posed to her. "Well I like to run; I used to run marathons, but I haven't found the time and you know .. a cozy movie is much more appealing after a long day of work," she chuckled, humming as she thought of what else she did. Sometimes she felt as though work was the main thing, though she wouldn't say she didn't have hobbies. "I like cooking, both for friends and family - I have quite the sizeable one," smiling as she took another sip of her drink, "oh, and I love reading .. though I suppose all of this must make me sound rather boring." She shrugged it off, not too worried about it. It was just normal life things, wasn't it? And she supposed most people had hobbies like hers. "I'm currently saving up to go on a trip this Autumn; I have my sights set on Berlin, but maybe I'll find a cheaper destination when the time comes."

"Well I've always wanted to travel, but I guess I've always been kinda nervous about travelling alone - which kept me from going," she nodded to herself, being rather reflective about it all. She seemed in touch with herself, but it had also taken her quite the work. "When I was younger my family mostly went camping or hiking, so I've actually never been on an airplane before," she admitted, though it probably made her one of the only ones left in Churchill. She smiled though, not too worried about it. Taking another sip of her drink, she could see she was almost at the bottom. "How about you, are you an avid traveler?" she asked, genuinely interested in knowing more about him.
She knew they were coming to an end of this one drink that she had been promised. She reached over the table, touching his hand. "I feel a bit crazy .. but could I persuade you to a nightcap at my place?" she was clearly out of her own depths here. She wouldn't call herself a modest woman. She had been with guys before, but this felt different.

Joana smiled as he took her hand, accepting her offer before they went out on the streets. She was a bit excited. Frankly she hadn't really done this before, but there was a first for everything, right? "I live not far from here," she smiled, leading the way yet staying by his side. The city was still bustling with people, some heading home, some heading to another late night bar. And she was right about where she lived as it wasn't too far.
It was just at the outskirts of Western leading into Central. A rather large apartment complex which was not too old or not too new. Finding her keys from her bag she opened the door, holding it for him as they had to go up a few levels before reaching her door. Her hands were shaking a little. Clearly a bit nervous, but it was the good kind. Inside her apartment was rather neat. A small collage of family and friend pictures hanging by the entrance. She took off her shoes, heading into the living room which was fairly modest. She went over to a small cupboard, taking out some nice glasses as well as a small bottle of alcohol. She wasn't looking for anything too strong, so she just picked a rather sweet whiskey. Heading out to the kitchen she grabbed a tray of ice cubes, putting some in the glasses before she joined him.
"I've just moved in, so not everything is really in the right spot," she admitted, taking a sip of the whiskey that was fairly light for such a typically heavy drink. Nodding with her head she showed him her view, and it wasn't that bad, "it can be a bit noisy sometimes, but I rather like the sound of the city."

She told him where the bathroom was and while he was gone she checked up on how she looked. Her makeup wasn't terrible, at least her mascara wasn't running or anything and she fluffed her hair up a bit. When he returned it felt good to just get back into the conversation. She didn't mind that he smoked. Moving a bit closer she eventually ended up on him, leaning down to kiss him as she had a knee on each side of his lap. She was blushing quite a bit, just taking things slow and not rushing anything. Honestly she felt a little crazy for doing this, but he seemed like a nice and genuine guy. "I .. uh .. I got protection in my bedroom," she felt like she had to mention it, because she wasn't sure where this was heading. She didn't have any abilities to read minds. All she had to go on was the communication between them.