Roleplayers:
[Erubeus], [Dezmond] and [Vou].
Characters Played By:
Alebaster; [Erubeus]- Marcello; [Dezmond]- Tarqwyn; [Vou].

My Lovely Valentine

"Kya! It's here!" Alebaster cried out after filling out the shipment form and signing it. He grabbed the covered cage that was handed to him in a hurry and slammed the door in the delivery man's face in his excitement. "Marcello! Your gift! It's here! Rhi!" He whistled for his pup and squated down to pet the pup once he had hurried out of the kitchen, to which he was enjoying some chicken from the trash can. "You gots a new friend boy.. But you can't see it until Marcello opens it and sees it." He got back up and hurried down the hallway of the apartment, bursting through the bathroom door and holding up the cage to the larger male who was currently in the shower. "Hurry up! Open it up!"

Marcello stared at the cage in Alebaster's hands for a moment before sighing and turning off the water. "Alright, just let me dry off." He smiled softly to his lover, turning the water off, and stepping from the shower, grabbing a towel and drying his hair. "Ok, now let me see it." He whispered, knealing slightly infront of the cage and opening it.

Faint traces of water droplets esaped into the comfort of the cage within, causing the organism that resided within to shriek in surprise. A smallish-sized grey feline latched onto the hand that had opened the cage, claws immediately seeking refuge in flesh. Ears flattened, oddly-mismatching eyes squeezed shut. Tail flicked back and forth, faints of low mewlike growling escaping throat.

Alebaster froze at first, his eyes immediately going to his lover's hand, beads of blood already starting to form around the kitten's claws. He let out a soft sigh and removed the top sheet from the cage and let it fall to the ground. "Well, will you look at that, kitty likes you!" He giggled and poked Marcello's forehead, wiping off a small bead of water from his skin. "Well, I told you this animal would not like water, but of course you could not dry yourself fully off.. Geez, silly butt."

Marcello winced, pulling his hand away from the kitten, and nursing the wound, muttering a string of curses under his breath. "I don't think he likes me very much, but he is cute...Thank you Alebaster." He muttered, standing infront of the smaller male and smiling softly. "You should let your puppy meet him too." He whispered, walking to the sink and running water over the wound to rinse the blood away and stop it from bleeding further.

Rhi barked and began to hop up in a desperate attempt at the kitten's neck, a low growl coming from him and his tail wagging back and forth quickly. Oh! Drop him, drop him! Gimme the toy, the toy!

Alebaster smiled nervously down at the pup, placing the kitten's cage on th sink edge and walking over to Marcello. "Aw, come here, I'll fix it for you." He said softly, grabbing his wrist softly and licking up some of the blood. "Even a kitten can best you. How weak you are."

The kitten, dubbed Tarqwyn or Qwyn for short, settled onto the ground with ease. Rump firmly planted on the shiny ground, ears pinned back against skull and claws out still. Glaring over at the pup, he hissed and then turned and sped out of the bathroom with Rhi following quickly. Shrieking again, he ended up crawling up the sofa's arm and stayed there. Back off, droolbag! I have claws and I know how to use them! Another hiss.

"It's alright love, I can handle it." Marcello sighed, shaking his head as another smile found it's way to his face. "You always seem to end up taking care of me, don't you?" He turned, cocking his head to the side in confusion at the random barks and hisses he heard from the front room. "You don't think they'll hurt each other do you?"

"Yes, cause you are a wimp." The smaller male giggled and leaned up, kissing Marcello on the cheek. "Happy Valentines Day, love." He grabbed his hand and lead him off down the hall way to the front room, smiling wider when he saw the two "bickering". "Brothers, always fighting. The family's complete, don't you think.. Well, unless you wish for a true child, but I would kill you if it ever came from your lips." He shuddered a bit and huddled closer to the blonde's side.

Rhi growled and jumped up onto the couch, not knowing when to quit, and dove at the slighty bigger kit. Come here!

Qwyn leapt down and landed atop the canine, claws extended and ready for striking. However, he twisted last moment and landed right to the side of the dog and squeaked in surprise. Wha? My projectory was thrown off course!! Gah! I am sick of being stuck this way... I miss my thumbs... Tail continued to flick back and forth.

Marcello smiled, leaning down and kissing the other softly. "Happy Valentines day..." he whispered quietly. "I got you a present as well, but I'm not giving it to you until later tonight. And Don't forget, I made dinner reservations for six tonight, so be ready." He added softly, walking through the room, and to their bedroom to dress.

"Can't wait." The boy purred out, watching him leave to go to the bedroom. With a slight blush and a small giggle, Alebaster walked over to the couch and sat down, grabbing the cat and tucking him into his chest and arms as he stroked his head softly. "Don't worry, Qwyn, Rhi won't hurt you. I promise."

Tensing slightly at the sudden grabbing by his new 'master's' lover, the cat purred, enjoying the touches immensely. Eyes opened and stared up at the male, finally showing off their peculiar colors. The left was orange, the right was green. Tail continued to flick back and forth as he continued to purr, ears now pricked forward.

Marcello smiled, fumbling through his closet and grabbing his a casual outfit, quickly dressing himself. Tonights the night....I'll finally propose to him... "I'm going out, do you want to come with me?" he asked.

"No thanks sweetheart. Could you take Rhi, though? He needs to go for his daily walk anyways. Thanks. I appreciate it a bunch. I'm going to stay here and help Tarqwyn get used to the apartment." Alebaster called, giggling a bit. A low churr came from him as he looked into the small feline's eyes, his heart instantly melting. "Who wouldn't want to adopt you, Tarqwyn? You're just the cutest kitty I've ever seen in the world." He leaned down and laid a gentle peck to the top of the kit's head, scratching behind his ear softly.

Oh, you will find out soon enough. Maybe sooner than you expect? Qwyn thought, purring loudly when base of ear was scratched. It made his leg twitch, as he then stretched out over the leg he was resting upon.

"Alright, I'll walk him for you baby." Marcello replied softly, striding through the apartment. "Where is his leash? I don't want to lose him...again" He asked, rummaging through the kitchen drawers.

"Er, I believe it is in the bedroom.. You kind of.. left it there after using it on me. Haha.." Alebsater laughed softly and nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and watching as Marcello rummaged around in the apartment.

Marcello froze for a moment, blushing brightly at his lover's statement. "O-oh yeah..." he stuttered nervously, closing the drawer, and walking back to there bedroom. "Found it!" He called, walking out of there room, closing the door behind them, and walking to his lover, picking up Rhi, and clasping the leash to his collar.

Ears flicked forewards at the words that passed Alebaster's lips. He purred again, getting up and crawling up to rest on the male's chest. He mewled, finally showing a sign of affection without having to use claws or have his ears back. Qwyn's tail swished back and forth repeatedly as he mewed again.

"Aww!" Alebaster mused out, running his hand along the small kit's back and tail. "You're too cute for your own good. You'd be able to get anything you possbily want with that cuteness." He confided in the cat. He turned his head up to look at Marcello and the pup, giggling a bit. "Well, hope you have a good walk. Hopefully nobody will mug you, Rhi will protect you if someone does." He joked.

"I'll try to remember." Marcello joked, leaning down and kissing Alebaster softly before walking towards the door. "I'll be back in a little while."

Alebaster nodded and waved. "See you then. And I promise not to lose your gift like I did last year after only one day." He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, giggling softly abd standing up with the kitten still held in his one arm. "Still, I'm really sorry about that. Alright, come on Tarqwyn, let's get you some food."

His stomach growled at the mention of food, making his ears lower and eyes close in embarressment. Tail tucked between his legs, as he mused to himself. I wonder what I am going to get to eat... fish... tuna... yes, tuna sounds good. He drooled at the thought of tuna fish.

With a small giggle, the black-haired boy wiped at the kit's mouth gently and headed into the kitchen, setting him down on the counter and rummaging around in the cupboards. "Hmm.. Perhaps some chicken, or some tuna. Yuck, tuna. Marcello likes it, but I don't. It just doesn't fancy my tastebuds. And everytime he kisses me after eating it.. Ergh, I am forced to brush my teeth." He grabbed at a small container of tuna meat and shut a cupboard, going to a drawr and grabbing a can opener from it. "Here you go. Eat up." He motioned to the freshly opened can and tossed the can opener back into the drawr with a smile.

As the smell wafted into his sensitive nose, Qwyn leapt down from the arms and onto the countertop. To the can he went, immediately setting to satisfying his hungry belly. After seconds of beginning, he was finished and glanced up at the boy. Thank you. ♥ He meowed.

"You must be exhausted after your long trip. Such a long plane ride.. Or boat trip? Well, it doesn't matter. Are you tired, Qwynnie?" Alebaster stroked the cat's head softly before grabbing the tuna can and tossing it into the trssh can under the sink. "And you know what? You get to sleep on the bed with Marcello, Rhi and myself. Isn't that nice? We have one of those soft Temperredic beds, so it will be just dandy for you."

Qwynnie? He thought, but ears did not move back to reflect this little thought of his. The cat meowed in a fake happy tone, tail swishing back and forth as he watched Alebaster again. I don't think we'll be sleeping together once you realize what I actually am, Alley. <3

Alebaster picked the kitten up and held him close to his chest, walking to the bedroom with the cat. "I will sleep with you, I am kind of tired myself. Hope you do not mind. and no, I do not stink I suppose, so that will not be a problem." He pushed the bedroom door open with his back and shut it with his foot, walking over to the bed and lying the cat down on Marcello's pillow. "Go ahead and sleep, I must get comfortable." He said, already pulling at the tight shirt he was wearing and pulling it from his body.

Qwyn snuggled into his new master's pillow and curled up at once, but ended up rolling over belly-up. Tail flicked back and forth a couple more times before he yawned loudly and let his eyes close. Of which, one had opened to watch Alebaster undress. Advantages of being a cat... he thought deviously.

(xD) Tossing the shirt to the side of the room and into the basket, Alebaster pulled off his thin-legged levis, only leaving the panties on his body after he kicked the pink converse from his feet. He rummaged through a drawr whilst humming to himself, pushing some bangs back out of his face and cocking his lips up in frustration at not being able to find his pajamas. "Ah! Marcello, you jerk. Just because you do not like the feel of satin." He whimpered to himself. He pulled out a different pair of pajama pants, pulling the sheep covered cotton pants on, shutting the drawr with his hip and getting into the bed. He stroked the cat's stomach once and nuzzled into the pillows, pulling the covers over his body and smiling a bit. "Such a cutie."

(^_^ haha. I love Qwyn lots.) Tarqwyn purred lightly at the human's bode. He let his eyes close and finally drifted off to sleep. The day's events had worn him out... especially since he had gone through a car and plane ride in the past sixteen hours. It was a lot of pressure on a little guy such as he.

Alebaster smiled and pulled some of the covers up over the kitten before turning over onto his other side, staring at the window for a few moments before drifting off into a light slumber.
***

"I'm back..." Marcello called, walking back into the apartment with his lover's puppy. "Rhi took me all over for some reason." He unhooked the puppy from his leash, and walked into his and Alebaster's room, smiling softly when he saw his lover asleep on the bed. HE put the leash away, and slid into the bed behind him, draping his arm around Alebaster's dainty waist, and kissing his neck softly. "Wake up, it's time to get ready..." he whispered in his ear.

"I remember now... ripped my pants.." He mumbled out groggily, turning over to face his lover with his half lidded eyes. "You ripped my pants last night.. my silk pajamas.. You never liked them because you said I slipped out of your arms a lot in them in bed." The small pale male smiled a bit, leaning forward and kissing at the closest piece of revealed flesh on his lover, which was some of his chest.

Marcello chuckled quietly, brushing his lips across Alebaster's forehead. "I didn't mean to rip them..." he whispered, pulling the smaller male against him firmly.

"Sure you didn't." Alebaster's brows rose a bit in suspiscion and his lip cocked up in a half smile. "I believe you used yesterday as an excuse just to finally get rid of them with that knife. But, no matter. I can buy some more." He giggled, snuggling into his lover's chest.

"I didn't use a knife, I used m-...nevermind. That's not important." Marcello closed his eyes, sighing softly as he relaxed his hold on his lover, and stood from the bed. "We need to get ready to go..."

"Where are we going? And I'm hoping it is some place that would not look down on me where female clothing, you know I hate places like that." Alebaster said softly, getting out of the bed and going to the closet. He rummaged through the hangers of clothing for a moment before decided upon a skin tight long sleeve shirt and a red halfshirt to go on over it. "Hey, Marcello.. You think this would go with those pair of dark blue jeans with the diamond and ruby decorations on the bottom of the left pant leg?" He asked curiously. "And do you think I should dye my hair to make it more Valentine's day-ish?"

"Those pants would look fine love, and only dye your hair if you want to again..." Marcello replied, pulling out a black silken shirt from his closet and buttoning it up. "Which pants do you think I should wear with this shirt?"

"Hm.." Alebaster pulled the shirts onto his body and pulled his own pajama pants on, humming softly to himself. "Nah, I think I'll wear my jean capris and mt stockings, that wouldn't look too bad, would it? And I think that you were just upset that I had a nicer satin get up then your silk shirt, you hypocrite." He snickered, now going through Marcello's more nicer pants that were hung up on the opposite side of the closet of his clothes. "Hm, where are we going? It would be easier to choose if I knew if it were going to be a classy place or not."

"Today's special, so it's going to be a nice place. But I won't tell you where." Marcello smirked, rummaging through his pants with Alebaster. "And I only picked out this shirt because it's a nice resteraunt(sp?), not because I wanted to look nicer than you."

"Everyday's special that we are together. Hell, even fighting with you is a special day, because it's a sure fire way to know that there will be make up sex when we've cooled off. Er, how about your black dress pants? They kind of go with the silk because of the way the material looks under the right light."

Marcello smiled and nodded. "If your like it, then I do." He replied simply, taking the pants from there closet and pulling them on. "And I know every day is special when were together, but we don't do things like this very often, so that's all I meant by that.."

"Hey, could you go and grab my red and black stripe longstockings for me out of the drawr while I get my capris?" He asked after turning and rummaging through his own clothing once more, humming to himself. He got distracted by his hair was he was looking for the dark capris, reaching up to his bangs and running his fingers through it with a disgusted look on his face. "Maybe blonde? It just would not be right to have dark hair on valentine's day. Or even white with pink tips? Hm, I wonder if I still have those left." He came out of the closet and walked to the bathroom, biting at his bottom lip softly.

Tarqwyn had slipped out of the room a little while previously and had begun to explore the large apartment at last. In the midst of all this, a grey kitten no longer could be found. Instead, a long-legged blonde boy wandered about in curious felinelike fashion. Ears of greyish-white poked out from the mass of blonde tresses which were layered and various lengths, but a small ponytail fell down to his mid-back. Completely bare, his build was fragile, slender and small-shouldered. His mistmatched eyes of orangish-brown and green-yellow stared at the knicknacs that were on the shelves. All of them were obviously Marcello's and Alebaster's. "Interesting collection, I must say.." He mused quietly, standing to his total height of four-ten. A tail swished back and forth, tickling the back of his thighs which made him giggle loudly. He grabbed his tail, realizing that the syrum had worn of which had prevented him from shifting between forms. "Oh damn..."

Marcello froze hearing the giggle, turning and walking towards the bedroom door slowly. "Did you hear that?" He whispered to his lover, eaching out slowly for the door handle, and gripping it tightly. "Stay here..." He added quietly, opening the door slowly and silently, and slipping from there room, sneaking up behind the boy quickly. "Who are you, and why are you in my apartment?" He asked sternly, grabbing him by his shoulder as he did.

Gasping when his shoulder was grabbed, he nearly lost balance. And then realizing that he was then without clothes. "KYAAAH!!" He pushed himself away from Marcello's grasp and flew past him, running into the room of theirs and straight to the bed, pulling the blankets around him. Ears flattened, Qwyn's face was three shades of red. And he could not focus enough to turn back into his cat form.

Marcello blinked, turning and walking back into his and Alebaster's room. "Look at what I found love.." he muttered, pointing to the boy now in there bed. "T-those ears...your eyes...just what are you kid?"

"First of all, I'm not a fucking kid!" Tarqwyn hissed, recovering from the fact he was naked in front of two highly attractive men. "I am legal back in Norway!" Norway. The place he'd come from originally. "You can't even recognize me?" he asked, pouting. "Alebaster is nicer than you Marcello, and you're my owner for god's sake..."

Alebaster popped his head out of the closet, which he was in once more after not finding the hair dye he wanted. He was naked, for the most part, once more, deciding that he did not want to wear the shirt he had picked out. Hm. Different colored eyes, ears the shade of gray of Marcello's kit... Oi vay. "Qwyn?" He asked, taking a shot in the dark.

"That's what I thought too...atleast we know why he's here...but still...cat's aren't suppose to do that...so I'll ask again, what are you Qwyn?" Marcello muttered, buttoning up his pants and moving to finish dressing himself as they talked. "Here, put these on." He told the kitten, tossing a pair of Alebaster's boxers to him as he dug around for socks.

"Yes, take my favorite pair of boxers. Sheesh, Marcello." Alebaster sighed, grabbing an old shirt that he had outgrown and going to his dresser to grab some shorts for the small boy. "Hm, my shorts might be big on you, I am fat after all." He sighed out, rubbing the back of his head after grabbing a pair of light blue jean shorts. He tossed the clothing onto the bed, ready to head back into the coet before stopping and looking at Qwyn once more. "If you are Marcello's kit, then, we will have to get to know you. If I like you, things will be easier for you. If I don't, you're either getting sent back or will not have a pleasant time." He smiled and walked back into the closet, once more rummaging around in the clothes.

Reaching for the offered garments, he pulled them on and ended up having to rip a hole to make room for his tail. It was quite uncomfortable having it secured by cloth. It was like having an erection one could not get rid of. (xDDD) He lifted arms above and stretched out, purring as he did so. Then getting up from the blankets, he saw there was a phone and grabbed it. "I'm a 'mutant', I guess you could say, Marcello. I was a government experiment that was successful after many trial and error." He explained in a rather cheerful voice, not caring if it made him sound obnoxious, "I have the ability to shift from a grey kitten to what you see now. And if you don't like me, then I'll just fly back. It doesn't matter to me. I am here to keep you entertained since I am a pet."

"Alebaster, don't be mean...you get so jealous sometimes..." Marcello grumbled, finally finding a pair of his socks and sitting down on the edge of the bed to put them on. "So you're an expeiriment then, interesting, I'm not quite normal either, so I know what you mean."

Alebaster froze when he heard the "j-word", his neck hair bristling and his eye twitching slightly. "W-what was that?!" He growled out, jumping from the closet and tackling Marcello on the bed, pinning his arm down and straddling his waist slightly, a glare in his eyes as he stared down at his lover. He leaned down and sunk his teeth into the older male's chest mercilessly, yanking at the skin without much care. He hated being called jealous, when in fact he was not the jealous type.

Marcello flinched, smirking up to his lover as he grabbed his thighs, tickling and teasing him. "Then what was that suppose to mean if you weren't being jealous. You can't honestly tell me that you would have brought another male here to be my pet and not be jealous now can you?"

Alebaster bit a little harder before growling and completely pulling away from him. "I'm not jealous. Pft. Just for that you don't get any of me tonight." The male said, tossing his hands up into the air before disappearing back into the closet, shutting the door with a simple thud.

"Aww, but it's Valentine's day..." Marcello whimpered, pushing himself off the bed, and sliding into the closet with his lover. "And I still have your surprise..."

"Get out!" Alebaster yelled, bumping him back out of the closet with his hip and shutting the door once more. "I'm not jealous of him!"

Marcello appeared infront of his lover through the shadows in the closet. "Don't be mean to me dear, I'm sorry for calling you jealous. But hurry up, I don't want us to be late.." He whispered, pressing his lips to his lover's and vanishing before he could push him away.

Alebaster fumed as he tore through the clothes in the closet, finally deciding upon a light blue long sleeve, hooded, and nearly see through shirt with a black tanktop underneath and a pair of dark capris. He pulled the clothing on and ran his fingers through his hair, muttering to himself as he came out. "Get my socks for me, the one's that match this outfit."

Marcello smiled from infront of the closet, with the socks already in his grasp. "You always wear this outfit when you're mad at me..." he handed them to him, and leaned in, nipping his ear. "You'll love your surprise, I promise..."

"And since it gets washed frequently then I must get mad at you a lot, huh?" Alebaster took the socks from him and sat down on the bed, pulling them onto his feet and tucking them under the bottom of his capris. He sighed and looked up at Marcello, a slight frown on his face. "Could you hand me my vans?"

Marcello nodded, gabbing his lover's shoes from the bottom of the closet, and walking over to Aelbaster, setting them on the floor just infront of him. "There you go love."

Qwyn sat on the bed with legs crossed and a bored expression on his face. A sigh escaped him as he ignored the lovers' quarrel and pushed blonde strands from his face. "Is there anything fun to do around here? You two are going out and I'll be stuck with Rhi. Not that I don't mind, but I really want to go out and explore the city." He said, mostly to himself, but also to his owners. "You would not mind if I went out on my own would you, Marcello?"

"See, you'll have to learn this. Marcello is not in control of this apartment or the inhabitants of it when I am upset. I make the rules, you follow. Understood?" Alebaster said, turning around and staring at Qwyn. After a moment or so, a smile emerged on his face, unable to keep a frown on his face upon seeing such an innocent looking face staring back at him. He giggled and lunged at the boy, encircling him in his arms and nuzzling his head against him. "So cute!"

"Eeep!" Qwyn squeaked in surprise when he was practically tackled and ensnared in a crushing hug by the not-so-much larger Alebaster. Blushing faintly from being called cute again, he couldn't help but want to bury his face against Alebaster's chest. "Marcello is still the one I answer to. His name is written on the form in which makes it known that I am his. I do understand your rules and reasons, but, always shall I answer to Marcello."

"Well, if you answer to me, you answer to him as well...I guess you could think of Alebaster as my master, and lover..." Marcello muttered, nonchalantly, grabbing a pair of his dress shoes, and running a rag ove them to brush off teh dust before putting them on.

"I don't even care that you just ignored me right now, you're just so damned cute. I wouldn't mind keeping you around." The black-haired male ran his fingers through the other's soft hair, his fingers getting lost in all the knots and tangles. "Aw, have you not brushed your hair yet? Would you like me to help you?"

"Alebaster, were already running late, if we don't leave now...we'll be late and miss our reservations..." Marcello smiled, walking into the bathroom, and grabbing his brush, running it through his platinum hair quickly, and bringing it back up for Qwyn. "Here, you can use my brush to fix your hair."

"O-okay.." Qwyn said, still unsure, as this was something he did not usually encounter. "Yes... go out now. It is a day for lovers after all." Getting up, he took the brush given by Marcello, and leapt off of the bed. At once, he left to go to the living room to see if there was something he could do to amuse himself.

"Aw.." Alebaster pouted slightly, frowning sadly when he saw the smaller male leave. "Already our kid is becoming independent." He sighed and got up, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his coat from coat rack next to the door. He pulled his shirt hood up onto his head first, then pulled the coat on before letting the hood fall back down to accent the white piece of clothing. "Well, when are the reservations for?"

"I told you already." Marcello sighed, walking towards there bedroom door. "There for six tonight...in twenty minutes and we have to get almost all the way across town."

"Well then come on. I want my surprise." He grinned, reaching for his lover and pulling him along behind him. "Alright Qwyn, there is food in the fridge, Rhi's food is in the bottom cupboard and in our room there is an xbox 360. The games are lined up on the side of the entertainment stand. Have fun. We'll be back later."

Marcello smiled, following after his lover and fingering the small box in his pocket, motioning for Qwyn to be quiet about it since he knew he could tell what it was.

Qwyn saw exactly what was in Marcello's pocket and smiled, merely nodding in understanding at Alebaster's words. "Of course. Have a good time." As soon as they leave, ah, the fun begins. Raiding the closet and then going out on the town. It is Paris after all...

(XD Qwyn)Alebaster smiled and waved, exiting through the door along with Marcello, shutting it behind him. "Ah, Marcello. I hope it is not so cold out today. Why does Valentines Day have to be in a cold month? Oh, right.. If it weren;t then the sex would be very uncomfy.. I remember now!"

Marcello chucked softly, opening the passenger side door of Alebaster's car, and moving to climb in, "I thought you said I couldn't have you today..." he muttered, sitting down and shutting the door.

"Well, that was before Qwyn's cute face cheered me up. Ah, innocence." He sung out to himself, getting into the car after Marcello and starting the car up. "Hm, I'm still not sure if I like the ralley stripe anymore. I think I may have it painted tomorrow, what do you think?" Alebaster pulled out into the street and pulled off into the busy street.

Marcello laughed and nodded. "If that's what you want, then I'm fine with it. It is your car, so I have no reason to object."

(He's young and impulsive. What do you expect? ;3) Tarqwyn moved from the couch, brushing his hair slowly as he went back to the bedroom. Remembering where the closet was, and the one that had been Alebaster's, he went to raid it. Finding similar interests in taste, the feline had no trouble in picking out a pair of low-rise jeans, a lime green long-sleeved fishnet shirt. Of which, to top it off, he put on a zip-up hoodie jacket with no sleeves, in which he left half-zipped. The throat was open and it left him satisfied. Remembering he did pack his own shoes, he went to where his cage had been left and found them in the clutter of blankets he had slept upon. Slipping them on, he left the place without another word. And in his own backpocket, his credit card was there. So, really, he just needed clothes to borrow whilst he went out to get new clothes and to sample the town. Of course, it was to the bars he was going to go first, to have some fun with the locals.

"Well, I do want your opinion. Marcello, come on, you're too complient. Tell me what you think I would look best in when driving?" Alebaster prodded, nudging at the other with his elbow.

Marcello chuckled quietly, turning and smiling towards his lover. "You look beautiful nomatter what your driving...so I really don't know how to answer your question."

"Ahh!" Alebaster groaned out, relaxing back against the seat of his car and smacking Marcello in the arm. "Why will you never give me a straight forward answer?!"

"That was a strait forward answer. I told you I don't know..." Marcello smiled wider, pulling his hand into his lap, and turning his gaze out the window, watching as the streetlights past them. "I love this city at night...it's so lively."

Snorting and tossing his head a bit, Alebaster stopped at a red light and placed his chin against the steering wheel. "Yeah, especially tonight on Valentines Day. All the happy couples... Why aren't we a happy couple?" He teased, jabbing his fingers into the other male's groin.

Tarqwyn found his way to the streets that were lined with bars. He got stares at by certain people, perhaps for the
fact he had catears, but then again, they could not be seen. He had purchased a hat and put it on, making it seem like his ears were fake instead of actually being connected to his head. Girls kyahed when he passed by, and it only made him blush and wave back.

Marcello blushed brightly, letting out a playfull gasp. "You don't think were a happy couple?" He asked just as teasingly.

"Keh. We'll end up having make up sex tonight, what does that tell you?" Alebaster stuck his tongue out at Marcello before slamming on the gas and peeling out down the relatively empty road.

Marcello smiled, grabbing Alebaster's hand and lacing his fingers through the other's. "That doesn't mean were not a happy couple...every one fights sometimes...and the fact we will be having make up sex means that we are in fact happy with eachother."

"It also tells me that we are fighting on one of the more happier holidays of the year." He retorted with a grin, turning his head in time to noticed the biker crossing the road. He slowed his car enough so that the biker passed by time they got to the crossing lane, then he sped up once more.

"Umm..the restaurant is right over there..." Marcello muttered, pointing to the building and the parking area beside it. "Let's hurry, alright."

"Alright Marcello!" He said in a sing-song voice as he turned and pulled into the parking lot. He shut the car off after finding a spot. "Well, lead the way love."

Marcello smiled, stepping out of the car and walking around, opening Alebaster's door and taking his hand.

"Oh my, aren't we the gentleman tonight?" Alebaster giggled, stepping out of the car and shutting the door, locking it right after before nuzzling into Marcello's side.

Marcello smiled, leaning over and kissing Alebaster softly as they walked into the restaurant. He was quickly met by one of the waiters and smiled. "We have re-.." He started before being cut off.

"Mr. Marcello, and you would be Mr. Alebaster am I correct?" The young woman smiled at the couple, motioning for them to follow. "Your table is right this way..." She led them over to there table, setting up there silverwear and handing them two menu's.

"Thank you!" Alebaster said chipperly, opening up his menu but instead looking around the resturuant. "So fancy. And the food is very pricey. Do all this just to impress me?" He teased.

Marcello smiled, flipping through his own menu as well. "I just wanted to do something special today..." He whispered, setting the menu down and gazing at his lover. "Can I have a glass of wine, and the scallopped shrimp with the cream sauce?" He asked the waitress standing beside there table.

"Certainly, and what will you have sir?" She asked turning to Alebaster and smiling softly.

"Er. I'm sorry, I got distracted. Could I also have a glass of white wine and an order of red pepper halibut?" Alebaster asked, smiling in return to her smile.

"Of course sir, your food will be out in a moment, if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to call me. My name is Isabel." The woman smiled once more, gathering there menu's, and walking back into the kitchen, giving the cook there orders.'

"This is my first time being here. It was always too expensive for me, I guess that's because I spend all my money on my car and on things that please you." He chuckled.

"I've been saving up for a while to take you here...and...I sorta...pulled some money out of my trust fund for tonight as well.." Marcello smiled innocently, looking around the restaurant and muttering to himself.

"Are you okay? Are you seeing those imaginary friends of yours again and telling them to leave you be?" He joked, reaching across the table and lying his hand over Marcello's.

"Oh..OH..I'm fine.." The older male smiled at his lover, lacing his fingers through the other's. "I was just thinking is all."

"About what?" He ran the pad of his thumb over his lover's knuckles softly, smiling softly at him. "Something I could perhaps help you with?"

"I was just thinking about us. It's been what, a year now that we've been dating?" Marcello asked, pulling his hand back and smiling at Isabel as she returned with there food.

"Here is your food gentlemen I hope you enjoy." Isabel said cheerily, setting both men's plates down infront of them and there glasses next.

"Thank you Isabel. And yes. I believe you asked me out exactly a day after yesterday last year." He grinned and ran his finger across the top of the table cloth. finger a few of the etched designs.

"I was so nervous then. You were a senior in highschool, and I was a freshmen in collage. I almost just walked right by you...I just happened to trip and you helped me." He fumbled nervously with his fork, taking a bite of his food and a long sip of his wine.

"Ahaha... Yeah, I thought you were such a klutz." The small male smiled and took a bite out of his food, humming softly to himself. "I was so upset when my boyfriend broke up with me, I hardly noticed you until you did fall. I believe you tripped over an ant." Alebaster could not help but laugh.

Marcello laughed quietly, taking another bite of his food and sighing softly. "Actually, I didn't trip over anything, I just...sorta fell...."

"That year I was still experimenting with my hair. I believe it was in like, braids maybe? Ah, I don'y know, but I knew it was in an embarrassing and unattractive way." He groaned softly upon picturing himself with braids, a small sheen of sweat forming on his brow. "I could never pull that off." He wiped at his head with a napkin, setting it down in his lap before taking another bite of food.

"I didn't think that...I thought you looked quite attractive then actually..." Marcello whispered, taking a large bite of his food as a blush began rising on his cheeks.

"You're always so cute when you blush." Alebaster commented, getting up from his seat and leaning over the table, grabbing the other's head and pulling him forward to lay a kiss on his lips.

Marcello blushed brighter, gulping, and returning the kiss. He moved his hand, taking Alebaster's in it and sighing nervously. "Sit down..." he whispered, standing up and turning them around, setting his lover in his seat, driving his free hand into his pocket before knealing infront of him.

Alebaster tilted his head and stared down at Marcello, taking a drink of his wine to swallow the slightly bitter taste of Marcello's wine.

Marcello smiled up at his lover, "Well, like you said, we've been dating for a year now...and well..." He trailed off, pulling a small box from his pocket and looking back up to Alebaster. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you...I love you so much...I don't even remember what it was like before I met you..."

The boy's eyes widened a bit upon seeing the box, his heart skipping a beat and his fingers gripping into the fabric of his shirt. "M-marcello... This is.." He muttered, trailing off and looking away shyly.

"This is why I dipped into my trust fund..." Marcello whispered, opening the box and pulling out a dainty platinum ring, with diamond chips imbedded in the band, leading up to a half karot oval shaped diamond in the center. "Alebaster, will you marry me?" He asked, holding the ring up to his lover and smiling, his cheeks bright red from the stares of the people around.

"Marcello... of course I will.." He whispered, sliding down onto his knees before the other male and wrapping his arms around the back of his neck, burying his face in his neck and collarbone, desperately trying to hide the tears in his eyes and the redness of his face. "Of course..." He said once more.

Marcello smiled brightly, pulling away and kissing his new fiancee passionately, slipping the ring onto his finger as well. "I love you..." he whispered, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him again.

"I love you too..." He murmured, suddenly shocked when he heard the 'Awws' and clapping from the people around them. His face grew a deep shade of red as he nuzzled his cheek into the larger male's chest.

Marcello blushed even brighter as he stood, bringing Alebaster up with him. "We should finish our dinner..." he muttered, smilling softly to his love.

"Hold on, this is my audience." alebaster said, sticking his tongue out at Marcello before turning away from him and bowing to the people around them.
"Thank you, thank you. We live to serve and entertain people!"

Marcello blushed even brighter, downing the rest of his wine and refilling his glass, drinking it down quickly as well.

Alebaster smiled back at Marcello before taking his seat and grabbing for his own wine before Marcello could get to it. "Slow down there partner, you'll get a buzz."

Marcello smiled, taking a small bite of his food. "I'm a light weight dear...I already do..." he muttered, drinking down his third glass just as quickly as the first too. "You know...you really do look beautiful tonight...and that ring accents your eyes, do you like it?"

"I love it.. It must've costed a fortune.." He observed, holding his hand up and eyeing the ring fondly. "You did not have to spend so much on me, Marcello, honestly."

"I don't mind, as long as you like it, I don't care what it costed." Marcello replied, already becoming groggy from the alcohol.

Alebaster sighed and got up from the table, walking over to his lover and pulling him up from the table. "Come on, let's go to a cafe. Alright? I'll pay for us on the way out."

Marcello shook his head, handing his lover his debit card and smiling. "I'm paying..." he muttered, walking beside his lover towards the counter to get the bill.

"Marcello, I'm paying. You've paid enough for the day, you understand? and besides, I'll repay you tonight." Alebaster mused out, leaning over and kissing Marcello on the cheek.

Marcello smiled again, but shook his head still. "I'm paying, this is part of your present too..."

"Marcello, nothing more please?" Alebaster begged softly, reaching into his own pocket and pulling out a small black wallet. He pulled his own credit card out and handed it to one of the staff at the front of the resturuant. "I'll be right back, I have to take my fiancee out to the car." He muttered.

Marcello sighed and nodded. "Alright, I'll let you pay..." He muttered, leaning against his lover and smiling lightly again after a moment. "You're always so kind to me..."

"Gah, you're breath his horrid." He mumbled, leading him out of the building and heading to his car. "Smells like rancid beer."

Marcello chuckled softly, moving slightly as to not disturb his lover further. "I'm sorry love, I was just so nervous..."

"That I would reject you? Never. I can only immagine how nervous you were with so many people staring at you like that." he smiled, opening his passenger side door and helping Marcello into it.

Marcello smiled again, falling limply into the seat. "I didn't think you would reject me, I thought you would get nervous and run off..."

"You mean like I ran off right after?" Alebaster asked sarcastically, giving him a playful bow. "You remember, I was in the drama club in high school, I can handle eyes on me."

"I know, but if you remember when I was in highschool with you, I didn't talk to anyone." Marcello countered.

"Ah, true. You were a shy one. Still are. But, I still love you. If you looked good in female clothing I would call you the female of the relationship."

"Hey, I'm still the dominant one in bed.." Marcello slurred, curling up in the carseat and closing his eyes. "What cafe` are we going to?"

"Any one we can to get you some coffee and me a piece of ice cream cake. Gods, you really did make me too shocked to eat. That seems to be the only thing that sounds good to be right now."

Marcello giggled softly. "I want a latte, a chocolate caramel latte..." He whispered groggily, moving over the console and kissing his lover's cheek. "Gods...I want you right now..." he whispered, nipping lightly at Alebaster's neck.

Alebaster giggled softly and wrapped his arms around the male's head, holding him closer to his neck. "I wouldn't mind. I mean, we;ve only had sex in the car once. We could double up on that." He joked.

Marcello smiled, bitting down alittle harder, sucking on the delicate skin lightly.

Alebaster gasped lightly and gripped his fingers into the male's hair, kneeling down in his seat and getting closer to the other, craning his neck to the side so as to give Marcello better access.

Marcello pulled away, leaving a dark mark on his lover's neck and smiling. "Your skin is so delicate...and you're so sensitive.." he whispered, unbuttoning his lover's pants with the hand he unnoticably snaked to them, and pulling his member free.

"S-shut up..." He stuttered out, shutting the car door with his foot and placiung his hand over the dark spot on his neck. "I-I was only kidding, Marcello... but.. if you want to, I don't mind.." He murmured.

Marcello smiled and nodded, climbing into the backseat. "I do..." he whispered, tugging on his lover's hand to follow.

"Careful of the seats you idiot." Alebaster said half-heartedly, just as equally uncaring of the seats as he climbed back to his lover, already pulling the coat and shirts from his body.

Marcello grinned, pulling his shoes off and dropping them in the floor, unbuttoning his shirt next.

The smaller male pushed his already undone pants down his bodym kicking them and his shoes to the floor as he began to unbutton his lover's pants, pulling them down his waist as he kissed at his chest.

Marcello lifted his hips, kicking his pants the rest of the way off, and dropping them in the floor beside the rest of his clothing, his boxers just after. "We haven't done this in so long..." he whispered, propping up on his elbows, and watching his lover.

"And what is "this" supposed to refer to? Sex? We just had sex last night." Alebaster said past the kissed to the bigger male's chest, trailing his tongue down to the right nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

"Ahn..n-no...I'm talking about having sex in your c-car...the only time we did was what...four months after we started dating? And it was o-outside the movie theater...you were my first." Marcello muttered, moving a hand up, and running it through his lover's hair.

"Mhm.." He moaned past the small mound which was slowly hardening under the flicks of his tongue and the nipping of his teeth. He ran his hands down Marcello's sides slowly, letting one hand trail down the front of his pelvis to take the slightly erect member into his hand and begin pumping it slowly.

Marcello moaned quietly, his eyes fluttering shut as he gripped lightly to his lover's hair. His other hand moved down to his lover's thigh, gripping slightly and pulling him away from his nipple. He smiled faintly, catching his lover's lips with his own in a passionate kiss.

"Loosen me up you big jerk." Alebaster nearly whimpered, breaking the kiss only for a moment before connecitng their lips once more, grinding his hips against his own hand and his lover's cock

Marcello smiled, moving his and from his lover's thigh, and licking two of his fingers. "You really are bossy..." he whispered, smiling at teh smaller male as he moved his hand back down, prodding at his lover's entrance with a slickened digit, sliding it in slowly.

Muscles tensing around said finger slightly, a low moan coming from him as he pushed his body back against the hand and finger.

Marcello moved his finger in and out slowly, beginning to add the second after he felt the muscles loosening up.

"J-just be gentle.. I sti-ill have to drive..." He whimpered out, arching his chest slightly and releasing his lover's fully erect cock, knowing his hand would be replaced by his warmth soon enough.

Marcello smiled, pulling his fingers out after he thought Alebaster was ready. "Aren't I always?" he asked, kissing him quickly before laying back once again, propping his head up against the inside wall of the car.

"This was so mauch easier when my car was a convertable." He mumbled, pressing his hands to the seme's chest, lifting his bottom up and lifting himself over the erect shaft. When he saw Marcello grip at his cock to hold it steady for him, Alebaster simply smiled and lowered down onto him, taking all of him in and letting out a slightly gasping moan.

Marcello moaned quietly, moving his hand away as Alebaster lowered himself completely. "Ahn...still so tight..." he panted out, waiting to move until his lover had adjusted.

"Ahn..." the male moaned out, slowly riding Marcello as he began to adjust to his size, a faint blush coming to his face as his fingers gripping into the tanned chest of his lover.

Marcello moaned louder, more sensitive from the alcohol. "ahn..your so beautiful..." he muttered, sitting up and rocking his hips, thrusting slowly into his lover, and reaching inbetween them, taking his member into his hand and pumping it in sync with his movements.

"Gods, I love you so much Marcello..." Alebaster moaned out, leaning down and kissing the other male's lips ravenously.

"Ahh...I love you to Alebaster..." Marcello panted out. He rocked his hips faster, thrustind deeper into his lover's warmth as he returned teh kiss just as eagerly.

"You love my body..." He panted out, rolling his hips agsainst Marcello as he was thrusted up into. He tossed his head back, moaning loudly as his prostate was attacked.

"T-that...too..." Marcello moaned, stroking his lover's member quickly now. His other hand wrapped around Alebaster's back, holding tightly to him as he thrusted faster into him.

"I'm... I'm not going to hold out much longer..." He panted out, gripping at Marcello's sides desperately to try to hold on to some sanity as the pleasure and ecstasy fogged his brain.

"D-don't hold it in..." he panted out, thrusting rougher into his lover, quickly nearing his end as well.

A knocking at the glass caused Alebaster to both gaso and slam down onto his lover, his eyes widening as his prostate was jabbed at so roughly, causing him to explode ont his lover's chest with a strangled moan.

Marcello ignored the knocking, rocking his hips faster, and thrusting up quickly and deeply into his lover. "Ahn Alebaster!" he cried out, spewing his seed deep within the other male.

"Ahn! God!" Alebaster cried out, tossing his head back before collapsing onto his fiancee's body and gasping for the much needed air.

Marcello thrusted in a few more sluggish times, riding out his orgasm, before falling limp back against the seat, breathing heavily. "God, you're amazing..." he panted out, wrapping his arms around his lover's petite waist loosely.

The knocking came once more, a bit more loudly this time, followed by Isabel's voice. "Mr. Marcello? Sir? Are you quite finiished in there?"

Alebaster blushed and groaned, shutting his eyes and relaxing as best he could on his Marcello's chest. Thank god for tinted windows.

"A-Alebaster, you have to get your credit card...remember...that's probably why she's here." Marcello whispered exhaustedly.

It just so happened that Tarqwyn was wondering by, clinging to a college student's arm who had taken a fancy to him. The older male had long dark brown hair that was held in a french braid. Outfitted in simple jeans, a shirt and jacket, he was talking about something movie-related and they both busted into laughter. Qwyn giggled, and stopped when they neared the car that he recognized as Alebaster's. "Let's go to the movies now, Trey." He suggested, hurrying along into the theatre that was across the street.

A;ebaster sat up in time to see the retreating form of Qwyn, his fingers clenching roughly into Marcello's chest, a low growl coming from him. I hate kids who can't follow the rules.." He muttered, grabbing at his pants and pulling them on, uncaring that he was sweaty, messy-haired, jabbing at Marcello with his elbows or that his credit card was waiting for him outside the window. "Fucking ingrate cat. We're sending him back, I'll get you one that is unmutated." He mumbled, pushing the car door open and marching off, not bothering for a shirt even on such a cold night as he marched to the theatre, pushing past hte snotty nosed brats that complained about him being both shirtless and a jackass.

"Alebaster!" Marcello called, tripping ove himself as he climbed from the car, pulling his pants on at the same time. "Wait on m-me!" He called, chasing after his angry lover, brushing past the other people and finally catching up to him. "Take it easy...you hardly followed the rules when you were a kid either..."

Trey was buying tickets. Tarqwyn was silently, yet petiently waiting for them to go to the theatre. However, he turned at the sound of gasps and heys which indicated someone was being quite rude. Seeing Alebaster's angry form stomping over to him, he went paler than what he originally was. The good thing was, he wasn't in Alebaster's clothes anymore. He'd bought his own and had taken those clothes back and into the closet from which he'd found them. Ears folded back, he expected the worst. However, he wasn't going to be controlled. He had asked anyways, but they never gave an answer and he got bored terribly easily. Trey had grabbed his hand though and pulled him close. And they began to walk into the theatre.

"No, I was too busy being fucking and bullied." He retorted angrily. "Oh no my little booga boo." Alebaster hissed, hurrying to Qwyn and grabbing at his elbow, pulling him away from the older looking male. "What the hell Qwyn?!" He growled out, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him close, nearly off of his feet.

Marcello sighed, stopping behind his lover, staring down at the boy. "What were you thinking kid?" He asked, sighing annoyedly, and running his fingers through the sweaty platinum tresses. "Alebaster, just take him to the car, don't make a scene. Talk to him on the way home alright?"

"No, on second thought... You can take Qwyn, I'll take his date." Alebaster growled out, turning with the smaller male in his hands and holding him out to Marcello, an evil glint noticeable in his light green eyes.

Marcello's eyes narrowed slightly, as he grabbed the smaller boy, moving him behind him. "Qwyn, go to the car and wait on us." He muttered, his gaze locked on his angry lover. "Why are you snapping at me?"

When he was grabbed by the elbow, he did lose balance and squeaked in surprise. When he was grabbed by the collar and so roughly, he glared and went on the defensive. No one could lay a hand on him. Not even as a child he permitted any unwanting touching to occur. Before he could do anything, he had been pushed away to Marcello. Hearing Alebaster's words and ignoring Marcello's orders, he hissed. "Leave Trey alone!" Tarqwyn moved forward, grabbing onto Alebaster's arm. "You have no right to touch a new friend of mine!"

Trey was confused, seeing these two disheveled pair who were obviously together scolding Qwyn. And when it was mentioned that he was going to be 'taken care of', he spoke up. "We were going to see a movie. Nothing more..."

"Trey! Just go to the movie yourself. I'll call you tomorrow." Tarqwyn said, and the older male did follow his words and left before another word could be uttered to him. Kicking Alebaster in the leg, he turned and prepared to storm off. "How dare you! You're not my owner. Marcello is! I don't give a damn if you are his lover. You have no right to put your hands on me and tell me what I can and cannot do!" He finally shrieked, embaressed and on the verge of tears, the catboy left the theatre muttering in his native tongue.

Alebaster squeaked from being kicked, quickly pulling his leg up and hugging it to his chest with his arms and kissing his knee. Hm, how impressive of him not falling, ne? He whimpered softly and rubbed at his shin and calf, his eyes already filling with tears of both pain and anger. "WE'RE SENDING HIM BACK!" He sqwuaked out to his lover, his face slightly red with embarrassement when he felt a slight tugging at his pant leg from a small child, causing the looseness of his pants to give way, not having fully buttoned and zipped his capris to start with. He scrambled for his jeans, pulling them up quickly and turning to face Marcello. "Let's go home..." He whimpered, letting his head hang a bit. T_T

Marcello sighed and nodded. "Alright let's go back..." He whispered, lifting his lover in his arms and walking back through the Theatre and to Alebaster's car.

Tarqwyn had found refuge in the backseat of Alebaster's car, not at all feeling like walking back to his temporary home. He knew for sure that he was going to be sent back on a plane to Norway within the next few hours. Sitting down with legs pulled to chest, the hat was off and ears twitched, but sagged. Eyes were red and puffy from his small crying fit. It wasn't the fact that his feelings were hurt, he just was very humiliated. And that was one of the few things he truly hated and it made him feel horrible. He didn't even look up when the couple reached the car. Qwyn continued to fiddle with a string on the seam of his sleeve.

"I hate kids, Marcello.." Alebaster whimpered out, getting into the driver's seat of his car, ready to start it when he all bubt remember the staff member Isabel. "Crap..." He murmured, getting back out of the vehicle and already starting off to the resturuant, uncaring about the shirt. He liked the cold wind against his hot and embarrased body, it cooled him down a bit. When he entered and recieved his credit card, he just as quickly exited and walked back to his car. "Marcello, come here please." He called, sliding the small plastic card into his pocket and buttoning up his pants now.

Marcello nodded, closing the passenger door before he climbed in, and walking to his lover. HE stopped infront of him, brushing his fingertips against his flushed cheek gently. "What do you need love?"

"I'm sorry I reacted like that.. But, the fact that my dog is home alone, when I specifically left him there because another person was there to make sure he stayed out of trouble, it made me upset and over react. I didn't mean to get mad at you.." The pale male stepped forward and bushed his lips across Marcello's, smiling smally up at him. "Do you forgive your bride to be?"

"Of course I forgive you Alebaster." Marcello smiled, returning the kiss softly. "But, I won't forgive you if you ship that boy off, he's not a pet, but a human being. And he'll always have a home here."

About to protest and argue about the sudden words that came from his lover's mouth, Alebaster simply sighed heavily and pulled away from Marcello, walking around his mustang and getting into the driver's side. "Fine."

He flinched at the door opening and pressed closer to the seat. Qwyn realized that Alebaster had completely changed within the course of nearly 48 hours. Before he revealed what he was to them, Alebaster was quite kind to him. But now, since he was also 'human', the man had been a total ass. Glancing towards the front seat, he asked a question. "You wish I was just a normal cat, don't you? That way you do not have to be bothered by someone who you think is nothing more than a child..." 

"It doesn't matter what you are." Marcello muttered, opening the car door and climbing inside. "All that matter's is that you're here now, and that mean's your here to stay. But you will have rules and boundaries you must follow, and if you don't, there will be concequences. Is that understood Qwyn?"

"I don't care that you're naught but a child in appearance, which I am sure you are not age wise, but I do care that you left Ravynne home by himself. Figures that the only time I decide to leave him home with someone that someone goes off to explore the town leaving him alone by himself." He mumbled, turning in his seat and reaching back into the back seat, gripping the blue fabric of his shirt and pulling it from the ground. "Use this to wipe up the seats." He muttered, lying the shirt on Qwyn's lap, then grabbing his black tanktop from the ground also and pulling it on. He twisted his body even more around the back of the seat and grabbed at Marcello's silk dress shirt, coming back up and tossing it into his lap. "That is to say, if you do not mind a bit of cum on your pants."

Without answering either one, he cleaned off the seat with the offered shirt and sat back down, this time properly. Leaning on the door, he looked outside. "You will be rid of me within three months. Everyone always get sick of having a brat around..." He muttered, closing his eyes and shifting slightly as his way of trying to get comfortable.

"Then it's simple, don't act like a brat all the time, and you won't get on Alebaster's nerves. Because wether you like it or not, you will listen to him, and that's one of my rules." Marcello replied, pulling his shirt on, not bothering to button it back up.

"Hn." Was Alebaster simple response as he started the car up and pulled out of the parking lot, wiggling his toes on the gas peddle when he remembered he had no shoes on. Great.. Now I need new socks. His eye caught on the platinum engagement ring that Marcello had gotten him, a small smile slowly coming to his face from it. "So, Qwyn. I want your opinion. how much do you think this cost Marcello?" He asked, lopping his arm back over the head rest and wiggling his ring finger.

Qwyn could not help but make face at the exaggeration of 'my' when Marcello told him one of his rules. ". . ." He couldn't help but flinch again at the sudden movement made by Alebaster and shrunk back in his seat yet again. Tarqwyn studied the ring and could get an estimate, but wasn't about to say what he thought it had cost Marcello. "I don't know." He glanced back out the window. "Just... please, don't be too overbearing on your boundaries... and rules.... they'll make me hate the place... it would be like my childhood all over again."

"Is that acceptable to you Alebaster? Concidering you make up most of the rules..." Marcello asked, smiling faintly towards his lover.

"I only have three main rules. Listen to what I say, when I say it; which means I will have rules and boundaries for you nearly every time you wish to go out, but they will be negotiable. Don't hurt my baby Ravynne; don't feed him anything his stomach cannot digest or that is too big a mass for his stomach. And don't get Marcello upset or I will get upset."

"I know what's acceptable for a pup to eat and to not eat. But, yes, I'll follow your rules. And I will try my best not to get either of you upset..." Qwyn closed his eyes, gaze drifting to the skies and the lights of Paris.

Umm...Alebaster, weren't we going to a cafe`?" Marcello asked out of nowhere. "I mean, if you don't want to that's fine...but I really want that latte...that is, unless you want me to be rough when we go home.." He grinned to his lover, shifting quickly, his cheeks flushing over slightly as he moved.

Alebaster blushed and let his head hang a bit, a low grumbling coming from him. "Fine fine... Cafe. How's that sound, Qwyn? I need a latte`, anyways. And a massage.. Hey, maybe we should go to the spa!" He suggested with a boyish grin, already perking back up. "Ah! Such gentle hands those men have! And it always smells so heavenly. I always fall asleep when they are massaging me. So? Wanna go Marcello, Qwyn?"

"I don't mind, as long as I get my latte`." Marcello replied. "Maybe we could sneak off into the sauna later and have alittle alone time..."

"But I feel bad leaving Qwyn alone again... Maybe he won't run off this time and he will be lonely." He whimpered out, frowning softly and looking back over his shoulder to the small cat iin the back seat.

Marcello tossed his cell phone back to the kitten, turning in the seat and smiling. "Invite your little friend, It'll be my treat."

Qwyn caught the cellular device easily, blushing faintly from the talk the two were having, apparently unused to the fact a third was with them. "A spa sounds nice... and I think that Trey would like it..." He said, punching in the number and putting the phone to his larger ear. It was a good thing he was used to this, otherwise, he would have had difficulty.

When Alebaster saw Qwyn's mouth open when the phone was answered, he grabbed at the phone and held it to his own ear. ""Trey! Hey, meet us at the spa in a half an hour! And no, we are not going to try to jump you, Qwyn wants to see you, and we don't want him to be lonely." He nodded slightly before handing the phone back to Qwyn, grinning out of the mirror.

Qwyn had gone three shades red at the sudden grabbing of cellphone and for the laughing he heard when he got the object back. "Trey... you're going to come then?" he asked rather shyly. He heard a yes and nearly squealed, but kept himself from doing so. When Trey hung up, he gave the phone back to Marcello and sat back again. "Thank you..."

"No sex on the first date. You don't want to seem like a whore, do you?" Alebaster chimed out, turning on the radio and turning the volume up. He switched to a CD he had in, grinning to himself and wiggling in his seat. "Nah! How come my fiancee can't sing?" He pouted, releasing the wheel and steadying the car with his knee as he leaned over and wrapped his arms around Marcello's drunken form.

"It's one of the few things I just have no hope with love." Marcello chimed out, leaning into his lover's embrace and placing his phone back into his pocket. "Just like me not being able to swim either..."

"Eh, been there, done that." Tarqwyn replied, gaze drifting from window to the front seat. He cried out when he saw that Alebaster had just a knee on the steering wheel. "Drive with both hands!! Or else we'll end up getting killed!!" He screamed.

"But I want a man who can sing me to sleep sometimes..." He whimpered out. "You can sing lullabys, can't you?" When he heard Qwyn's sudden cry, Alebaster flinched slightly and looked back at him. "Don't be so loud, I'm a much better driver than it seems... Even when I have a soar bum." He grinned, reaching back and patting Qwyn on the top of the head. "Relax, I promise nothing will happen."

He was shaking now, eyes wide, but then squeezed shut. "Please... just drive normally. Properly... I don't want to get into an accident." He grumbled, his hand moving to the handle. "Or else I'll jump out."

"You'd be dumb to do something like that. If we crash then all you will do is perhaps smack into the seat then fling back against the back seat. If you jump your'll probably break a few bones before you get hit by another car. Now, which seems safter to you, Tarqwyn?" Alebaster asked in all seriousness, but he did switch back to driving with his hands since he was already bored of bending around the back of his seat.

"There are plenty of dumb things I've done in my life, and I have fallen out of a car." Fingers slipped from gripping the handle and he relaxed as best he could. Now the idea of a spa really did sound nice after such a scare as he had gotten just now.

"If I do total then you will have to work off the debt of the car, want to know why? Because emotions rub off on me, which is why right now Marcello is not upset about my driving with one knee. He will most likely yell at me afterwards, once the car has stopped. Panic and I'll start to panic, simple as that. Try not to show such irrelevant emotions when I am driving." Alebaster pulled into a parking space on the side of the street when he saw the cafe, a smile coming to his face. "Well, what would you like, Qwyn? Tell me before we go in."

"I can't help it if I spazz at random intervals. It's something I cannot break and I am not going to change now because you don't like it." Gripping the door handle again, he pulled on it and then pushed the door open once he heard that click that the lock had released. Getting out, and then leaning to grab his hat, he said, "A hot apple cider with whipped cream and caramel." He purred the last words, as his tail flicked back and forth at the thought of caramel.

Marcello whined, fightin with his door handle, trying desperately to open it in his drunken state. "Alebaster it won't open!" He grumbled, not noticing he was trying to move the handle in the opposite direction it went.

Alebaster rolled his eyes and walked around the car, opening the door for Marcello and helping him out. "Hey, stopo pushing it in that direction. You'll end up breaking it off. Geez, I should keep a damned coffee maker in here for you whenever you get drunk."

Marcello wrapped around his lover, burying his face in his neck, and pressing his groin firmly against the other males. "Why would you want to do that?" He whispered, flicking his tongue over his lover's sensitive neck.

"So you don- ah.. ruin my car..." He moaned out, clenching his fingers into the taller male's shirt and shutti ghis eyes. "S-stop... Not yet, Marcello.." He whispered

"Aww...are you still sore? But I was gentle..." Marcello whispered, nipping at the delicate skin quickly before pulling away and grasping Alebaster's hand, entwining there fingers together as he moved to his side, leaning against his shoulder.

"I do not wish for an audience while having sex..." Alebaster said softly, looking awya from him as a blush formed on his cheeks. "That is understandable, right? I may love being the center of attention, but I certainly do like being the center of attention in such a way."

"Mnn...but I just might not care. Let them see, it just proves you're mine and no one else can have you." Marcello whispered, hooking his hand under the smaller males chin, and tilting it back so he was facing him once again. "And it would be an interesting first..." he whispered, catching his fiancee`'s lips with his own, kissing him passionately.

"Bu-" Alebaster sighed into the kiss, leaning up slightly to kiss him back for a mometn. He pulled back from the kiss and smiled a bit, reaching up and fixing the male's clothing and smoothing out the slight wrinkles in Marcello's shirt. "It is the alcohol talking. Once we get caffeine in you you will not wish it anymore. You are too shy to do anything like that when you are thinking properly."

"All the better to do it now then." Marcello muttered, caressing Alebaster's member through his jeans. "Because I'll probably never want to do something this bold again..." He whispered, pressing up against his lover once again.

Alebaster tensed up slightly, his eyes staring up into Marcello's drunken eyes, a small whimper coming from him. He looked away, cowaring slightly from the older male, banking into his car and gripping his fingers into his own tanktop loosely.

Marcello stopped, backing away from his lover, his gaze moving to the ground. "I'm sorry, I was only trying to please you..." he whispered, still groggy as he turned, walking towards the cafe and inside.

Tarqwyn waited outside at the doors of the cafe which conveniently had a spa connected to it. He had his hands clasped behind him, pulling the shirts he had on closer about frame. But, when he saw Marcello wander away from the car without Alebaster, he became worried. Going back to the car, he saw the male was still in the driver's seat. "Alebaster?" he asked quietly, opening the door. "Are you okay?"

Alebaster did not respond right away when he was called, nor when the door was opened, but when he was asked if he was okay he looked up at Qwyn with a slightly reddened face, as if he were embarrassed. He nodded and released his tanktop, reaching one hand up and wrapping his arm around the back of Qwyn's neck and head. "I'm sorry... I'm keeping you waiting. I'll get you your apple cider right now." He rubbed the back of his head and got up and out of his car again, shutting the door behind him and locing it; no matter how upset he was he always remember to lock the door unless he wanted it to be stolen, which he did not. "Come on, Tarqwyn." He feinged a smile, walking past the boy and heading into the cafe.

Marcello entered the cafe` ignoring everyone else around him as he walked quietly to a table in the corner, and hid himself in the shadows. I...I only wanted to please him...

"Nah?" He blinked in confusion, but didn't say anything else on the matter. "Ah... okay." Tarqwyn followed alongside the slightly taller male into the cafe and to where Marcello attempted to hide himself from everyones' gaze. "Did something happen?" He asked finally, sitting in the booth and watching his owners.

"Nothing to worry yourself over. I'll be back in a few moments. You can talk to Marcello if you want, or you can call Trey and tell him he can come here if he wants." Alebaster said, lying his cell phone down on the table ad walking off to order their desired beverages.

"I just want to be alone right now Qwyn..." Marcello muttered in a monotone voice, his gaze locked on the smaller male ordering there beverages.

He took the cellphone in hand once again, sliding fingers nimbly over the plastic of the object. Once he saw it fit, he said, "Marcello, I don't think you want that. You just want Alebaster right now. I can see it in the way you are watching him." The kitten said, before moving to slide out of the seat so he could call Trey again. "Just talk with him. I'm sure it's a simple misunderstanding." And then he left to go back outside to make the call.

Alebaster came back with the three drinks in his arms, a small frown on his face when he watched Qwyn leave. "So I take it he is calling Trey, Marcello?" He asked, nudging the latte over to his lover and smiling smally. "Can you forgive me for acting in such a way?"

"It's not your fault...it's mine..." Marcello whispered, taking the latte, and gulping it down quickly. "I-I should just go home..." he added, backing up to the wall and sighing.

He had informed Trey that he could come now and they would hang out from there on. Going back into the cafe/spa, he skipped over to the booth and slid back in, setting the phone down next to Alebaster. "Trey will be here in ten minutes." He giggled, seeing Marcello's somber expression. "Cheer up, Marcello."

The small male felt like he had been smack across the face. With a soft sigh, he got up from the booth and walked over Qwyn using the table, jumping down onto the ground and walking off. "I'll be in the spa." He waved over his shoulder, forgetting both about his phone and his own beverage as he walked out of the cafe.

Marcello looked up, grabbing his lover's drink, and his phone down from the table. "Damnit..." he muttered, standing up and following after Alebaster. "When Trey get's here, you two just go on back, give them mine, or Alebaster's name, and you'll be fine." He called to the boy before chasing after his lover.

Alebaster slid his hands into his pockets, walking through the door that lead to the spa, pulling his credit card out once he came upon the till and the cashier. "Here. I'm paying for four people." He said in a slightly chipper voice, smiling softly at the female.

"Alebaster..." the toned blonde called softly as he walked up behind his lover. "Please don't blame yourself...I was drunk, and I shouldn't have acted like that. I'm sorry." He turned his lover around, wrapping his arms around his chest and burying his face in his neck. "I love you...and I'd never want to do something that you didn't, alright?"

Alebaster looked down at the top of his lover's head, timidly placin ghis hand on the top of his head and rubbing softly. "Hey, it's alright Marcello." He mused out softly, cooing gently into his ear. "I was just upset that I reactedin such a way. I should not have. I know you would never do anything to hurt me."

Marcello smiled, and pulled away slightly, taking his lover's hand in his own. "How about that massage now? I have a shoot tomorrow and I want to spend as much time with you as I can before."

"Mmm.. Damn.. I wish I was your co-actor. We wouldn't have to pretend." He smiled, turning around and heading down the hall to head to the changing room. "I hope Trey gets here in time so that Qwyn is not so bored."

Marcello quirkded his brow, and smirked at his lover's comment as they walked through the spa. "You know, that's not a bad idea, and since the shooting is in Japan, it could be like a vacation. And if you were, I wouldn't have to leave you for a week." He grinned, pulling his lover close to him. "But I'm not sure if I'd be able to stand anyone else's hands all over you..."

"I'll only be imagining you touching me." Alebaster smiled when he was pulled closer. He gripped at his tanktop and pulling it off of his form when they got into the changing rooms, the pale boy found a good locker and tossed it in.

Marcello smiled, tossing his clothes in the same locker as Alebaster's. "Just one thing, your hair will have to look natural during the filming. It's set in the fudal era, so..it needs to be darker, and one color. Mine's natural like this so it's fine, but yours is...vibrant."

"I could do natural. Here, this is your robe." He smiled and grabbed both of the robes from the locker, handing the larger of the two to Marcello, guessing that it was the male's robe and th eone still in his hand was the female's robe. "You know, I guess I am the woman of the two of us. Maybe I should wear a dress to our wedding?" He asked, nudging him in the side.

Marcello smiled, pulling the robe over his bare body. "If you want, but let's not get off into that just yet, I still have to get you in the sauna..."

"Yes yes, sauna. Or the showers... Or the mud baths." Alebaster blushed and giggled, turning his head away from marcello to hide the wide grin. Never had sex in the mud baths before. Gods. I want a mud bath now.. He thought to himself.

"Mud bath sounds interesting...maybe we should go there after the massage instead of the sauna." Marcello muttered, picking Alebaster up, and cradling him against his chest. "To the massage." he whispered, kissing his lover's cheek as he walked into the room to wait on the meseuse.

Tarqwyn had finished his drink and went to get up, immediately seeing Trey arrive just seconds after he did get up. He squeeled in delight, running over and practically pouncing on him, purring all the while. He was caught of course, by the strong arms of the older man. "TREY!~♥" He purred.

Unable to hold back the sudden burst of laughter that came from the cute antics of the kitten like Qwyn, Trey nuzzled his head into thehat that the smaller male was wearing. "Qwyn!" He called out just to please him, gripping his fingers into the coat on his body and hugging him close. "So, you interrupt my movie for a spa date? Hm, I suppose I could forgive you."

"Massage!" Alebaster chanted out once they got into one of the massage rooms, noting that there was three tables in the room. "Hm.. Perhaps someone else will be in here with us?" He asked, tilting his head a bit.

Marcello shrugged, glancing around the room. "As long as it's not Trey or Qwyn, then I don't care. The rest of the world has seen my body anyway, what's one more look going to hurt?" He asked, laying Alebaster down on one of the tables, and lying himself on the one just beside him, pulling his own robe off and draping it around his waist as he layed.

"Yes, you should forgive me. I did not mean to run off like I had previously. It was my own fault, but all is well and that's what matters." Qwyn explained, taking the man's hand and leading him into the spa area. Giving Alebaster's name, they got in without difficulty. "What should we do first?" he asked, "The hot springs or a massage or a tan? Ah, there's so much to do.."

Alebaster nodded, removing his own robe lying face down onto the table and draping the robe over his lowerhalf. "I suppose you're right.. But, why would you not wish Qwyn or Trey to be in here? I mean, it would be better than other people since Qwyn is living with us. I'm sure he'll catch glances of you naked sooner or later.. Me too."

"How about a mud bath.. Having your Guardian confront me in such a way tensed me up slightly. Well, a mud bath or a massage, no matter to me. You decide, alright Qwyn?" Trey smiled, tucking some of his dark hair behind his ear and taking his glasses off, shoving them into his pocket. "My glasses are already fogging up."

"But!" He began, slightly taken aback by the idea of making a decision all on his own. "Fine..." Tarqwyn mumbled, thinking about it and said, "A mud bath. I have a feeling that if we take a massage.... ah, something interesting would happen.. but, I like the idea of a mud bath even more."

Marcello sighed, turning to face Alebaster, and reaching his hand out for the other's. "I know, he's already seen me naked, when you brought him into the bathroom during my shower. Remember?"

"Hm, I suppose you're right." He reached over to his fiancee and took his hand, smiling at him. "Yes, but I don't think he took too much interest. He'll probably take more interest in seeing me naked and not you." Alebaster teased, sticking his tongue out at him.

Trey chuckled a bit. "And what, may I ask, would be so interesting?" He could not resist the question, it nagged at him a bit. "You afraid you might fall for my body?" He teased, tickling the small male's side with one of his fingers.

Qwyn shook his head, blushing furiously already and laughing slightly. But, he doubled back and pulled Trey close to his own height. Without a warning, he placed a kiss on his lips, a seductive smile on face. "I think you would fall for my body, Trey. I mean, imagine it underneath you... writhing, my face flushed, and moaning out your name. Faster.. please, harder..." He made the noises, too, adding purrs at the end of them. Although, he wasn't going to deny the fact that he was imagining such things and it was a turn-on.

"I don't doubt it, I don't know anyone that doesn't adore your body." Marcello whispered, moving and sitting up on the edge of his bed. "I'm not sure if I can even wait much longer..."

"Hey hey, calm down there Casanova." Alebaster smiled, pointing to the men who had just arrived at the door. "Come on in boys. Just in time, you saved me!" He cried out in a feinged desperacy, laughing right at the end.

Trey blushed and looked away, sweat forming on his forehead in his slight nervousness. "Calm down Qwyn. Compose your actions. Mellow out. Zen." He said, reaching up and patting the blondish locks softly. "Let's just get done with our mud baths first."

Marcello grumbled inaudibly shifting and laying back down on the bed. "Yeah, you're lucky, but we can have fun later..." he whispered, turning to his lover and grinning.

"Of course," Tarqwyn giggled, entering the changing rooms at once. Letting go of Trey's hand, he already moved to strip off his shirts and tossed them into a random locker that he saw was unoccupied. Nimble fingers then moved to the button on his pants. One would think he would be nervous, but really, he was not.

Trey simply shook his head and turned awya from Qwyn after grabbing one of the robes, finding his own locker and stripping off the layers of clothing he had on. "So, what;s your relation to those two? Are they like your fathers or something? Were you adopted? Or perhaps was a female selected to impregnate by one of them?" He asked rather casually, tossing the clothing into the locker and pulling on his robe.

"You'll just have to wait until our mud bath, sweetheart."He lifted his head and watched the men preparing to give them their oil massages, his eye catching on a new figure coming into the doorway. He watched the tall, sun-tanned male walk to his table, stripping his robe off and lying down face first and draping the robe over his legs and bottom. He pushed the dark brown, almost black bangs from his face before he lied his head down in the cushioned head space. A tattoo type marking made of scars embroidered his whole left bicep, tribal art it formed so easily. Before he could examine anymore he felt the piercing dark eyes fly to him in a flash.

"Don't stare. Rude little brat." He grunter out, lying his head back down and slightly readjusting himself on the table. He heard the boy whimper an apology which caused him to smiled a bit.

"You could say that they did adopt me.. I am originally from Norway, but I was sent to live with them..." Tarqwyn replied, now standing with his robe loosely on, and the belt barely secured the flap. It hid his nether region, but left his legs and torso in view.

"That's cool. I think it's much better to adopt children at least once, per couple, rather than give birth to so many and end up not being able to support them all. If each married cuople in the world adopted at least one child from the orphange in their area then there would be little use of such places in the first place." Trey said as he walked out of the changing room and headed for the mud baths.

Tarqwyn followed. "Yes, you are right. I don't remember having any parents, to be honest." He said, which was the truth. After all, the mutant was through artificial insemination.

"And, also, if people could take better care of their pets there would be less use of having to kill them with the use of a gas chamber, or by stomping their heads in, or even by simply tossing them into fires when still alive. People are awful." When he found the mud bath chambers he murmured to one of the nearby staff members and got a nod of approval for them to enter. "Come on Qwyn."

"Don't speak to him like that you insolant welp." Marcello growled, shifting and looking past Alebaster towards the other male, a scowl formed on his face. "Apologize...now." He demanded as the shadows throughout the room began dancing and writhing around.

"No." The brunette said simply, rolling his shoulders a bit when he felt the oil drip onto his back, then the soft dainty man hands run over his skin and start massaging his back.

"It's alright Marcello. I shouldn't have been staring." Alebaster said, truning his head to his fiancee and smiling reassuringly. "But, I was only staring, sir, because I thought the carvings on your bicep were pretty cool. When'd you get them, and where?" He asked curiously, now turning his head back to face the other male int he room other than Marcello. He moaned softly when he felt the warm oil spill onto his back in a steady flow, a slight blush coming to his face already.

"That's really none of your business.. But, I'll tell you if you answer one of my questions. Are yo two engaged or married?" He asked, eying the ring on Alebaster;s finger for a moment before looking away.

"Engaged..." Marcello grumbled, turning away and sighing softly as he felt firm hands rubbing at his back. "But that really isn't any of your business either."

"I got these back in Africa when I took a trip there as a little boy. A sort of coming into manhood type of thing." He reached his hand over to Alebaster and took his hand, shaking it slightly before dropping it. "Name's Miguel, but you can call me Rei, nice to meet the both of ya'."

Alebaster smiled, shaking the hand back when his hand was taken. "Alebaster, and that's Marcello. And that's pretty cool, Africa. We should go on a trip there sometime, Marcello." The pale boy giggled.

---

My Lovely Valentine: Cancer Angel