He's the cheapest show you've ever seen

Paris’ hands wrapped around the fabric at his ankles, pulling his blue pin-striped pants back up to his waist and fastening the belt up. It wasn’t the most flattering of all positions to be in, especially since he hadn’t just received a blow job, and the Vampire was personally rather disappointed in the unexpected dropping of his pants. He hadn’t intended it really; around these streets, with the blaring lamps and worrisome dead silence, the Roman wanted nothing more than to flee to a more interesting local. He’d simply been strolling along the beaten down, cobbled path, when he’d passed an old, crackled building with a small shrubbery growing out of the 100 or so year old stoned walls.

That wouldn’t have been an issue, if he hadn’t neglected to notice it’s presence and tripped on it- managing to catch himself but losing his pocket watch in the process. Bending down to retrieve the antique, Paris-Germano had faced quite the obstacle when on the way back up a branch had snared into his belt in such a way that he’d rip his fine dress-pants if he moved. So what could he do? Nothing else….but unbuckle his belt and let everything drop to the floor. Great blessings was it that he hadn’t gone commando today.

Looking up from his now zipped and buttoned pants, Paris decided, as long as he was re-dressing himself he might as well straighten up and make sure he looked presentable. The male was particularly effeminate and just HAD to look precise and in fashion at every moment in the night. It wouldn’t do if there was a single fly away hair, so he primped the mound on his head properly, licking the tip of his fingers to catch a few that stood up on static- electricity. Just as he was to pick up moving, yet again, he saw another problem….there was a red thread attached to his black, silver buttoned vest. That would NOT do! That would not do AT ALL! Bothered and annoyed, the immortal picked it off his shirt delicately, throwing it off with care to make sure it didn’t stick to his white business shirt that was underneath the fully buttoned vest and casually, Paris took attention to what was in front of him.

Apparently, he had been so concerned about his appearance clothing that he hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings much. That likely wasn’t far from unusual. But what was unusual was the familiar face he saw straight in front of him, and it’s not so familiar company that had been following him. Before his eyes laid someone from the past who was once so close, now looked a stranger: China-Rose, Paris’ most successful, only living, and undoubtedly most neglectful, fledging. Paris-Germano consciously chose not to react. He just blinked his eyelids a few time and stared forward, like there was nothing there in front of him. China had always been the aggressor in the relationship.

It was a nice night and somehow, despite everything that had happened, China had somehow managed to coax Yuki in to taking a walk. After all it wasn't healthy to stay cooped up in a theatre or underground all day and night, no matter who or what you were. In fact, it would probably do the younger male some good to breathe some fresh air and let the ninety eight percent healed wounds breathe something other than China bedroom air. He hadn't started work yet after all, wanting to be fully healed first and he hadn't dared go anywhere without someone for some reason. Hell, China would have had his ghosts look after Yuki but they weren't very talkative to anyone but their master and seeing a ghost would probably have freaked Yuki out.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, China led Yuki through a twisting path of alley ways and backstreets until he came to one of his favourite places. It was old and it was run down but it was perfect if you wanted to get away from it all for a while. It was also close enough to the theatre that a call for help would be answered almost immediately.

Taking Yuki's hand, he led the youth towards a secluded building that had plant life growing out of it, whispering in his ear as he went. It wasn't anything too racey but it was enough sometimes to just hear China's voice to make people blush. He had just finished telling Yuki about how pretty his eyes were when he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the sight in fornt of him. There, in the middle of the backstreet was a male pulling his trousers up and buckling them. Had he just had a wee against the building? No, there was no smell of urine and automatically China stepped slightly in front of Yuki in a protective gesture.

The male looked up and suddenly China's breath caught in his throat. It couldn't be, could it? The same face, same hair style, dressier clothes but still cheap. Feeling the shock he automatically withdrew in to himself, letting go of Yuki's hand and seeming to disappear to leave only an empty shell in his place. How could his sire, Cheshire, be here in Venice? He thought for sure that due to his habits he would have been killed by now but no, there he stood alive and well and it brought an ache to China's heart. He hadn't wanted to leave his sire after all.

Coming back to himself with a shaky breath, he let life fill him once more and waved a hand at Yuki to follow but keep his distance. He did not want his future human servant to catch Cheshire's eye. He was young looking after all and to gain Cheshire's attention would be a bad thing for the little Yuki. Adding some power to his voice, China chased away his nerves and straightened his stance. He looked like the Temóin and by god he would act like it. Stopping in front of his sire, he spoke.

"Cheshire Lombard.....It has been far too long and i see you dress as a peacock as always. Before we go any further might i remind you that we have received no word on yuor request for entrance in to our lands and as such you are at risk. It would be advised to oath to our kiss or seek an audience with our master. But........enough formalities, how are you old friend?"

China-Rose. What a sight. Paris feasted his eyes on what was in front of him- especially on the slight glimpse of the small, frail human creature that was now hidden behind a more or less puny looking Vampire figure. The fine hair and sparkling blue eyes- still very boyish figure. It had all sunk Paris’ heart when he’d first spotted him some thousand years ago, and it did now. Paris’ groin was rock hard just upon looking; It didn’t take much effort for a fine looking hunk of meat to get him up like that.

As soon as he’d gotten over the arousal factor- which was among the hardest task Paris had ever faced- the vampire had time and the willpower to digest what China-Rose had spewed at him. It had sounded so mechanical, and despite China-Roses’ strongest attempts to look neutral and unaffected by the appearance of his sire and long lost lover, he couldn’t stop it. Paris knew him to well and could see through it; he had enough of these polities.

“That’s how you greet me? How am I….old friend?”

The male stepped up to China-Rose so that they were an arm’s length away. He stared at that pale skin, focusing on the scar that he very well knew the story behind. But right now it wasn’t gaining his pity, only his mischievous wraith. He wanted to make China-Rose suffer. Maybe the boys’ wit had withered over the years and the man could finally outwit him.

“Have you lost your charm, China-Rose, or are you just holding back for something else?”
Paris wasn’t afraid to break the physical touch barrier. He was almost too eager too. Only one hand approached China, and it traveled to his neck, forcing the Asian vampire to crone slightly to the left when he applied pressure.

“Don’t think that re-mark, about that vampire cult group would disguise your nerves. Or, that petite young strapping you’re nestling behind you. I can smell him. And he smells delicious.”

The ‘k’ in this statement was emphasized, and maybe to the outsider, his accent was a confusion of different sounds. When he’d met China, first, he’d had a mostly latin-based accent when speaking English. After the head bump, he’d immediately moved to England, and due to that he now had a mostly English accent that was mixed between the common talk of Italy, the place he’d been residing for a number of years. It was probably shocking to the boy. But then again, many other things were.

“Do you hit that every night or is he just on the side, when you don’t have main course on the menu?”
Paris tried to push China to the side so that he could get a better look at the boy. From what he’d seen of the child- and it did indeed seem to be a child- he was beautiful. Almost female-like in appearance, in fact, he could have very well been a female .That would have utterly crushed Paris’ heart were it the case. He really had wanted something new to hit.

“Mi Scusi! I forget that he might be doing you.”

There was a wink, followed by a pause, and an onslaught of laughter. Paris really thought that he was hitting the younger Vampire where it hurt. His wit was sharp, and China hadn’t said or done anything to prove that he was any better than the joker.

China's face remained neutral as Cheshire stepped up to him and he could tell by the way his sire was moving that he was hard. It was always difficult to walk when standing at full attention and Cheshire wasn't the only one with that problem. China knew he was hard, the sight of his sire and old lover setting something off in him that he honestly thought had gone over time. Then again perhaps it wasn't the love he once held and was instead pure lust, the memory of his body under his hands and slender hips moving in rhythm. It was almost a physical flash back and he had to blink a moment to regain his thoughts.

Cheshire was right though, it was rude of him to call him merely an old friend so China would make up for it. Feeling the touch at his neck, the asian vampire tilted his head slightly before reaching a hand up to catch Cheshire's and bring it to his lips. Softly he lay a butterfly kiss his sire's knuckles before gently blowing on the skin. He had loved to do it when he was just a fledgling, to taste the hands that so often tasted of wood chopping, tasted like home.

Cheshire's accent sounded different but in all honesty, China paid it no heed. He could still understand him and that was all that mattered to the pale asian. He heard the remark about his mechanical speech but he had responsibilities now, there were certain protocals to follow. If Cheshire wanted to drop protocal however then so be it. Side stepping he blocked the shorter vampires path and pushed forwards two steps. He was being aggressive but he did not want Cheshire anywhere near Yuki right at that moment. He would only be used as a weapon and besides China could feel the difference between them. Cheshire may have been older, been his sire but China was stronger. He could get away with a little aggression.

"Yes, he smell delectible but he tastes even better, like strawberries upon the tongue. Who needs main course when you have dessert to beat even the best Michelin chefs?"

China had never once referred to Cheshire as delectible and he knew it would irk his sire to be seen as below the human in the bedroom department. Smiling softly, China allowed Cheshire to have his little joke to himself, his laughter sending a thrill that was all lust through the tall vampires stomach and spine. Raising his ice blues to stare at his sire, the smile on his face widened in to something almost sadistic.

"He handles me better than you ever did and ever will but i suppose, the spring time of youth and all that lark. Perhaps he could teach you a few things, a physical demonstration that you can watch. He could show you how to really turn me on."

Slowly, China released Cheshire's hand. He would need space to manouver if he had to and had sent out a quick but descreet call to his ghosts, just in case.

Despite his reservations about venturing out just yet, China had managed to coerce Koyuki into going out for a simple leisurely stroll. The night was nice and though Yuki was still a bit tender he was walking just fine and didn't need support. Though of course he was getting it anyway which actually didn't bother him. Though the "sweet nothings" being whispered into his ear, like how pretty his eyes were, those made him blush vibrantly scarlet.

Though when China stopped and stepped in front of him he was immediately wary. Had Mr. Hart stumbled upon them? Was something wrong? Cautiously he followed the vampire but as indicated he kept back a bit, stopping when he stopped and just staring in confusion as he began to address the strange man. Whom he apparently knew.

The other gentleman didn't sound too pleased to be treated so formally. In fact he seemed... not all that nice. Saying things that Yuki found not a little disturbing. He stepped back a bit when the other tried to brush China aside to see him or perhaps get to him but China pushed back and though Yuki was still nervous about the other man's presence he had no doubt that China-Rose could and would protect him. Provided he didn't do anything stupid that might make it difficult for China to do so.

In the midst of their little verbal exchange he flushed scarlet and turned away. What the hell?!? They hadn't... he hadn't... what the hell!!?!?! They were not intimate like that!! Well maybe just a little but not anywhere near that extent and even if they were it was damned well none of anyone's business! And for God's sake! A demonstration?!?! Oh that was just too much. Despite his resolve to remain quiet he turned back around and, not quite thinking about what he was doing, swatted China's arm. Certainly not hard enough to really hurt but it would get his attention at least.

"Just what do you mean saying things like that?!" he sputtered in French. He didn't really know whether or not the other man would understand but he knew China-Rose would. "You shouldn't say those things, they're not true- and especially not to some stranger! Or anybody for that matter! Nobody needs to know things like that!" He was very red in the face, flushed with embarrassment and shock to the point that it actually was very cute. But to say so would risk a kick in he shins. Well. For anybody else to say so anyway. Oh god he was so embarrassed! Mortified even.

“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t want to be handled by something so delicate; I have my own whores, yes, plural, that are worth twice as much as this one.”

Contrary to his confident tone and swaggering words, Paris-Germano was hurt. China-Rose would be able to tell by his age old habit of biting the corner of his lip; it was such an unnoticeable trait, really. But he knew his fledging knew him well enough to notice. And for that, even if it looked and felt like he had won, he had really lost.

What really took Paris back wasn’t China’s sharp tongue. He knew that about China, he’d known it from day one and it had been one of the qualities he had admired the most of the lad. It was this boy, this stranger to Paris’ eyes and ears, and what he had just done. It was a sudden outburst full of venom towards China; something had happened, something bad. Paris understood every word in French. They weren’t sleeping together, and the boy was angry that his Vampire companion was telling lies.

Smirking, he jumped in before China could offer an explanation or justify the statement. This was just the soft spot he needed to get ahead again, and he hoped that the beaut in front of him would bite.

“Your whore doesn’t seem to think he’s a whore. You better treat him properly and stop spewing lies, China-Rose. He’s too cute to lie about. Don’t you feel bad?”

Paris jutted his hip to the side and rested his hand on in an all knowing expression. He stared at China like such the wise guy.

“Oh of course not! You have no conscious.”

A finger flung into China’s face and he waggled it, smiling in satisfaction at the lack of, or rather, belated reaction to his gesture. Had he caught him?! Had he finally caught the tongue in cheeked pale male? Probably not. But he knew what else he could do to get China-Roses’ attention. It was very clear that the younger vampire was territorial. He would not like if his territory was encroached on.

Stepping besides China, using his superior strength to evade anything that China did to block him, Paris approached the much shorter human, bending down and kneeling so that he could look at the boy’s level. Paris had learned that with battered street boys, gestures like this were important. It made them feel special, and if he used the right voice and look in the eyes they might feel a false genuine care from the vampire.

Since, one of the only powers he had developed was the suggestion of voice, Paris coated his voice in it, making him sound the most honest and kindest gentleman on the land, regardless of what he was actually saying.

“What is your name, Handsome? You can come home with me, and I’ll make sure I don’t tell people I’m fucking you if I’m not actually fucking you. Maybe that will make China-Rose think twice about his acts. Won’t it? Oh yes. I’m sure it will.”

He stroked the black haired boys’ chin briefly---very briefly. He knew he didn’t have much time to buy with this act so he was being cautious so that China wouldn’t have to step in too badly. To make sure that the fledging had really looked absorbed the message, Paris stole a glance back at the bewildered, likely angry China-Rose and returned himself to staring at the mortal.

He ignored it. China could see the hurt on Cheshire's face from the simple act of the older vampire biting on his bottom lip. It was something he hadn't seen in centuries and it still gave him a grim satisfaction to know that he could hurt his sire with a few simple words. He was half afraid that he had lost his touch but it appeared that he hadn't. Tilting his head to the side he merely watched Cheshire as he continued to speak.

Yuki was right, they hadn't slept together but they had nearly done so. China had of course initiated the acts but as soon as Yuki had asked him to stop he had stopped, respected the young boys boundaries. It was after all Yuki's choice if they took it any further, he didn't want to force him. An unhappy servant was hard to handle and raping the future servant would have been a very bad idea indeed so China would take it when Yuki was ready. The outburst was uncalled for though, didn't Yuki realise that China was trying to protect him? Even if they had sex right there, in front of Cheshire, his sire would still see Yuki as free meat now and Cheshire wasn't as nice as China when it came to how he got his lovers. He had put himself in danger and not even realised it.

There was a finger being wagged in his face. Was he five years old again and being chastised by his mother for fighting with the bullies? No, Cheshire was chastising him for lying but still insisted on calling Yuki a whore. The lack of common sense in the male still made his head spin. Shaking his head he spoke softly but loud enough that both Yuki and Cheshire could hear.

"He is not a whore and even if he was he has a better grasp of relationships than you do. You think that just because we have not made music that means he is not mine? You are wrong and you should know by now tht i treat my friends and lovers better than you ever did. I do not have to force myself upon someone to get it."

Shaking his head slightly, he blinked as Cheshire moved. Trying to step in front of his sire, he found that he couldn't. He was being pushed aside by a simple hand but then Cheshire had always been physically stronger. After all, China still had a nineteen year olds muscle development despite his supernatural strength. Cheshire just had that edge when it came to the physical aspect of things.

Blinking, China took up station behind Cheshire and tried to meet Yuki's eyes. How could he explain it so that Yuki would understand him and not look his sire in the eyes or listen to the voice? He needed Yuki to focus solely on him but Cheshire was in the way, positioning himself as such that China could only see the top of the dark, dark hair and nothing of the face. Nevertheless he tried adding power to his own voice as a lure to tug Yuki away.

"I think my eyes are prettier, but of course, you would have to check."

He hoped it worked. China did not want Yuki falling in to Cheshire's eyes, it would be hard to break and only the first mark would most likely break the hold over Yuki that Cheshire would have. Again though, that would be like forcing the youth, metaphysical rape.

Yuki's frantic and embarrassed gaze planted itself firmly on Cheshire as he called Yuki a whore and it became a full-on glare. He wasn't dressed like a whore, he wasn't acting like one... sure that was technically his former job description if you didn't take into account that he'd never had sex but this man didn't know a damned thing about him so he had NO right to call him that!

Thankfully China chastised him for calling him that and Yuki actually started to feel better about himself. But he was still angry at this Cheshire person. He was a nuisance and he was rude.

He continued to glare at him as he pushed China aside and crouched before him, letting him see just how angry he was at him for interrupting what was supposed to be a pleasant stroll, interrupting their peace and being lewd and... and... and then he felt rather odd. His name? He wanted his name? Sure he could have his name...

"Koyuki..." he said softly, feeling a little foggy and fuzzy. He kept wanting to blink his eyes. Go home with him... that wouldn't be bad... he could go with home him. He wouldn't make things up to embarrass him. That would be nice, right? And then he touched his face, his chin to be exact, and Yuki shivered lightly but still could not blink or look away.

The he heard China's voice, felt it sliding over him like silk on his skin and he did blink. Slowly. He blinked and shook himself, peering around Cheshire at China-Rose. "I want to go home." he said softly.

“It’s not force when they like it.” Paris-Germano was slick. He lifted himself off of the floor that he had been kneeling on, Especially since with China’s comments about the eyes his voice spell had been broken. Fuck! Paris stepped to the side, only to watch Yuki staring intently at China. He wanted to go home? That bastard! Well Paris wasn’t done!

He was about to get fired up real quick before he eventually decided there was more that he could try with the warm skinned human that would make China’s hairs stand to attention at the back of his neck. Oh yes, he had tricks up his sleeve.

“Oh. Poor, poor, boy. You want to go home? Of course you can come home with me! That’s what I offered, wasn’t it? Come on. Let’s go away from this mean man who says false things about you. And he says I’m bad at relationships.”

Paris gripped Yuki’s hand and began to tug on it, walking off with China’s most prized possession. He knew he wouldn’t get very far, and he was only twelve feet or so away when he felt something sharply grab his vest around the neck and pull him back. He knew he hadn’t gotten away with it- Yuki had struggled slightly. The child hadn’t really meant he wanted to go home with Paris-Germano, and to a certain extent he knew that, but he wanted China-Rose to get angry. It was almost a need, not a desire. If he could just see China’s face blare red and his first rise….maybe then, everything would go back to how it used to be.

Good, the voice tricks had been broken which was something that China would never have been able to do nine hundred and fifty years ago. It had really shown how much China had grown over the time he and Cheshire had been apart and if Yuki wanted to go home then they would go home. Stepping forwards he was about to take the youths hand when Cheshire whisked him away and past him, chatting about taking the boy home with him. No way, that was NOT going to happen, China simply wouldn't allow it. Feeling the anger rise in him he gritted his teeth as he headed after the two, anger clearly visible in every step.

It was with a graceful but forceful hand that he took hold of the collar of Cheshire and pulled him back. It was the other hand that grabbed Cheshire's wrist and squeezed, applying enough pressure to make bone pop and crackle in order for him to release Yuki. As soon as Yuki was free, China pushed the older vampire forwards in an aggresive move.

"Yuki is coming home with me and you, well i'll be surprised if you actually make it home."

That said, China span his sire around before curling his fist and striking out at Cheshire's stomch. Technically Cheshire was encroaching on Donovan's territory anyway so he deserved the beating that China was about to give him and with the power difference now, it wouldn't be too hard. He could even feel his ghosts starting to gather around, the grey shapes intrigued by the violence shown by their master. Directly instructing them mentally, he told them to protect Yuki and not let anyone intent on hurting the boy ignore them. That way he wouldn't have to worry as he gave Cheshire what he deserved.

The boy was still looking at China when the other vampire rose to his feet, making Yuki have to crane a little further to the side so he could keep China in sight. He would have stepped around Cheshire but he wasn't sure how easy that would have been to do. And before he could even move he was being grabbed by the wrist and led away as the man continued to insist he go home with him rather than China-Rose.

"N-no..." he stammered, pulling back as hard as he could. But it was no use, really, for the vampire was stronger than he would ever be and he probably berely felt the petite human tugging in protest. "No, I don't want to go with you, let me g-" Before he could even finish his sentence, China was there grasping Cheshire's collar and yanking him back, then taking hold of the other man's wrist until he let go of Yuki's. He tried to ignore the near sickening pop and crack, he knew the other would recover from it, but it was still a little disturbing.

His eyes flew wide, the words hissed to the troublemaker reaching his keen ears just before his protector punched Cheshire in the gut. He stumbled back a step or two to get out of the way, rubbing his wrist where it had been grasped tightly. Though he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and yelped in surprise when he was suddenly surrounded -in an almost protective circle- by... well... ghosts. He was used to being able to see them, he'd always been able to and it had sort of spooked his parents. First they'd thought it was cute and then they'd thought he was addled until Jiro remembered that his own mother and grandmother had been able to see them. He wasn't happy about it but it was better than his son being crazy.

"Sh-sh-Shiro...." he said tremulously, looking around him and then at China-Rose. "Please let's just go home... I'm begiing to get... cold."

A chuckle passed through his lips when he heard the boys’ stammers. What was him name? Kooky? It was something like that, some name of Asian descent that Paris couldn’t pronounce half decently or understand. He’d dubbed China-Rose his affectionate nickname mainly because he couldn’t pronounce the complicated name he’d been given at birth, and Paris was thinking in his head what he could name this one. He’d still be looking for a name, but he could tell this kid was timid---and much too old to light his groin afire without some sort of emotional connection. Sure, Paris-Germano would still fuck him, but it wouldn’t be with the same lust he had for someone five years Yuki’s junior.

He’d known with being grabbed by the shirt he was pretty much screwed. But Paris hadn’t been expecting a punch, and it cut his sentence off, which went a little something like this:

“I’ll be perfectly fine getting-”

Home.

Paris hadn’t had time for the cutting remark. In a blistered hurry, the vampire felt himself crouching forwards, clutching his gut for dear life. Oh, if he had knew this was going to happen! Pain, pain, pain. So much that fighting back just wasn’t even a thought. And besides, with China, it always ended up that fighting back was useless- not exactly because Paris wasn’t strong enough to overtake him but that China was just too smart. If Paris was really hurt he could have just ended China’s life then and there, but he never would have done that to China- this sort of pain gave him a sadistic kind of pleasure unexplainable in words.

“You FUCK!”

Paris screeched, lunging himself at China and going for the hair. He pulled a clump out- not a large clump, but enough of it, and gave the child a slap across the face. Paris was holding back in force, sure, but not in wit. He was trying to strategically pin China down to the ground. This was a battle of skills. And Chinas seemed to be winning.

Paris felt a series of hits that were probably a blur to Yuki’s eyes. But Paris could see each and every single one, and they were impressive. He tried to block them, but he couldn’t, and at long last Paris had only one main concern about all of this.

“Hey please…don’t hit the face, I need-”

And as if on cue, his face was punched.

“CUNT!”

There was a real anger behind that last outburst. Paris really did need his pretty face to lure in customers and young boys to him- did China really think little boys were going to trust a scary, bruised looking man? He had to look pretty and special, like a nice and kind movie star that knew everyone and everything and could make the child’s dream come true. If he had black and blue marks all over, it cut the glamorous illusion real quick. Then he was the drug pawning pervert. Paris didn’t want to advocate anything like that, at all.

Forcing his weight on China and giving him everything he had, Paris launched a full on attack with a battle statement.

“I am going to MURDER you!!”
Then the real fun began.

China was happy to see that Cheshire's sentence had been cut off in mid word. Did he not understand yet that Yuki was his and if Cheshire tried anything like this ever again he would get a more severe beating than he was about to get? It was the loud swear and the screech that brought China's attention back to his opponent. He had always screeched like a banshee had Cheshire and it seemed that time had unfortunately not solved the problem.

The pain in his scalp certainly taught him a lesson but Cheshire knew what he was like about his hair. It was one step too far, even if they were fighting. With a vicious almost vindictive grin, China let loose a volley of punches and kicks. They all connected, despite the fact that Cheshire could have stopped them and China had to wonder briefly if Yuki was keeping up with the action. It didn't really matter but it would have been nice for Yuki to recount blow by blow the ass kicking of the pervert that tried to take him. Or that was just another of China's fantasies.

He'd punched him in the face, connected dead center with Cheshire's handsome face and in all honesty he hadn't meant to. It didn't look like Cheshire had liked it either, wasn't his sire even aying something about his face before the punch hit? Yes, deffinately not happy. The exclamation was one that China was not fond of but he had more pressing matters to deal with than chastising Cheshire on his language. For example, Cheshire leaning his whole weight on China and attacking him. It was not fun to say the least and as China hit the ground he had an idea.

Unsure if it would work he went in for the kill anyway. Knocking Cheshire's leg away, he rolled the older vampire so that China was on top. It was the dominant position and China liked it. Now for phase two of his plan. With a quick movement he ducked inside the flailing arms and placed a kiss on Cheshire's lips. To an outsider it probably looked like he had head butted the older vampire and in truth he had come close. Drawing back for a second he murmured softly against his eccentric sires lips before diving in for another kiss.

"Shut up"

It all was happening so fast. One moment they were all three standing there at least looking at one another if not speaking and then the next, the two vampires were having at each oher, pummeling each other faster than Yuki could follow and it frightened him more than a little bit. He'd never seen two vampires fist-fighting befo- oh great now they were on the ground. He grimaced and stepped back a pace, noticing how the spectres followed but otherwise made no sound or movement. It was a little creepy being surrounded by them... but if they weren't hurting him he could deal with it.

He flinched when China landed a punch square in the middle of Cheshire's face just seconds after he started to tell him not to. The expletive that followed made him blanch and want to cover his ears but he froze when the angry vampire pushed his weight onto China and pinned him, snarling at him that he'd kill him. That sent a nasty, icy shock to Yuki's belly, like swallowing ice cubes or rapidly gulping down big mouthfuls of freezing cold water. He even held his breath waiting for what would happen next.

He let that breath out in relif when China regained the upper hand and -from what he could tell- head-butted Cheshire. That had to hurt but at least he had the advantage right now. What did NOT sit well with himn, however, was when China-Rose kissed him. He KISSED him!!! The young half-Asian's jaw dropped and ebony eyes stared in absolute shock. What the hell?!?

Oh god. Not now. Paris-Germano’s inclinations had already been so built up to the point that when he was kissed so suddenly, in the midst of such a conflict, the older vampire couldn’t resist. This was not new to their history; the amount of times they’d rolled on the ground hating each other’s guts and then ending up in bed naked in between some soiled sheets couldn’t be counted. The two were the definition of ‘make-up sex’ abusers.

“I hate you,” He muttered between a slight break in heated smooches. “I hate you SO much.”

Coiling his hand through the hair that he’d so carelessly ripped out before, Paris delved into the kiss, making it a deep scene of passion and spit swapping. It didn’t take him long at all to press his erection against China-Rose; and the fact that the boy was present and probably watching this only made it more of a turn on. Paris-Germano had a thing for sex in public or having others watch/ the possibility of being walked in on by someone.

That’s why, back in the old days, China and him would occupy abandoned homes or by people whom were vacationing and hit it in practically every room in the house. It was such a turn on, and Paris just wanted to have China-Rose behind him NOW. It had been so many years since the male had been dominated; he was not naturally a submissive, and was only one to the tight little Asian vampire. That kid had known how to take control and make Paris-Germano weak at the knees from day one- and that was a rarity.

Pulling back, Paris looked China in the eye and moved his hands to China’s groin, not going to do anything lest he had been ordered.

“Stop teasing. Fuck me now or forever hold your peace.” He said this, loudly enough and desperately enough for the listening ears to hear quite clearly.

He always said that. Always, without fail, Cheshire would tell China that he hated him and then....well....that's when the fun occured. Chuckling softly, the pale haired asian continued his treatment of Cheshire's lips, stopping only occasionally to murmur things from their past, little replies that only China would make at specific points. The situation now was certainly bringing back many fond memories of their time.

"Sure you do"

It was murmured before hearing just how much Cheshire hated him, bringing another chuckle from his lips and earning Cheshire another reply. A reply that was laced with something from the past and the regret that China had been called away by someone stronger.

"I hate you too..."

Feeling the hands in his hair and the kiss deepen, China couldn't help but release a moan of pleasure. It was further intensified when he felt Cheshire's erection pressed hard against his stomach. He hadn't felt that in a long time, even if he knew it was there. There was just something about the feel of Cheshire that drove him wild and stopped him thinking. He'd almost forgotten about Yuki in fact but when Cheshire pulled back, China caught sight of the youth from the corner of his eye. What was he doing? Yuki was right there and after everything that had happened, well.

About to turn and face the human, China's attention was once more brought to Cheshire as he felt the hand on his groin and visibly shuddered. The words he heard were desperate and China had never been able to deny Cheshire when he had ben that desperate. Like it or not Cheshire had China wrapped around his finger for a few things. Not everything, but a few things and a few times. Drawing back the pale asian vampire started working on Cheshire's trousers, intent on giving his sire what he asked for.

'Oh. My. GOD!!!' Yuki screeched silently. What the hell did they think they were doing??? Right in front of him! And right there on the ground where anybody could come and see them! Oh this was WAY too much for him. Shock was replaced with pure and unadulterated anger, he was positively livid! How dare this stranger come and take his... his... okay he wasn't quie sure what China-Rose was to him as they hadn't really established that -which was Yuki's doing- but dammit he was NOT going to stand for it!

"Oh I don't THINK so!" he hissed. Furiously he brushed past the motionless spectres toward the amorous pair, reaching down and hauling China to his feet with both hands and arms. Before anyone could say anything and befor China could protest or completely regain his footing he started dragging him in the direction of home. Oh they were SO having a chat when they got there.

It was just getting ‘there’. ‘There’ was the point where China flipped him over, pulled down his pants and undergarments and took some heavy poundings into him. That was what he needed. Nearly 1,000 years had gone by and he wanted to make sure that China-Rose was still his. Just as he felt the fabric being pulled from his lower body, all of it stopped.

It broke his heart when he saw the reason why. Someone had pulled China-Rose off of him. That Asian boy. That bitch thought he owned HIS fledging! It was bad enough that the event itself had happened- but what was worse was that the blond was going along with it. What the fuck?! What was this, some sort of mockery? Did the two plan this just to show how he’d moved on?

Hurt, utterly hurt, Paris gave a pleading look to China that he would come back. That look ALWAYS worked. It had never failed once. He was sure that his love would fall into his arms. He had to be sure. If he didn’t, everything he ever knew about China-Rose could be counted a lie. Pathetically, he just laid there on the ground, waiting for some sort of response or decision from his fledging. Horny as hell, and no way to get his rocks off? The child COULDN’T leave!

He was being pulled off. Why was he being pulled off? Who was pulling him off? China's hand went out instinctively to Cheshire, grabbing at fresh air as he was pulled to his feet. He was off balance so whoever was pulling him was having an easy time of it. With his erection it was making the balance issue worse and making the pullers job easier. He could barely move his legs enough to keep upright so he was being partially dragged and he was not happy.

"Hey! Let go! What's the grand idea?!"

Managing to turn his head China gaped in shock at the person dragging him. It was Yuki, little Yuki of all people! He must have been really mad to pick up and drag China off like that. Managing to regain his balance a little, China twisted his body in order to see Yuki's face and almost stopped dead in his tracks. The look on the youths face was pure heart break and it caused China to worry at his bottom lip.

"Yuki, look at me, Yuki"

He was being ignored but it was alright, China could understand. Now though, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Still being dragged he threw one last look back at Cheshire, letting him know that they weren't finished and would continue another time. China still loved Cheshire after all but he was, had, developed feelings for Yuki as well. They would have to work something out.

China-Rose's disgruntled outburst served to further fuel the fires of Yuki's jealousy as he pulled him away, each syllable causing his muscles to tense and stiffen. What was the idea? What was the idea?!? He really had the nerve to ask that after he'd just started snogging the man that had moments ago called him a whore without cause? The man that had tried to make off with him? To do God only knew what to him? Did he even care that something could have happened to him or had it just been a whim that he'd even taken him in to begin with? Had it just been that he'd looked, as he'd said, so cute and helpless? So battered and pathetic that he hadn't been able to resist? Until something better came along.

They weren't exactly a couple... necessarily... they'd made no promises and they hadn't even had sex so it wasn't really like Yuki had any sort of real claimo n China but for heaven's sake! They'd certainly shared enough to warrant more than a smidge of decency and some things you just didn't do!

"Yuki," he heard him call as he continued to haul him in the direction of the theatre. "Look at me, Yuki." He shook his head, sniffling back tears that had not yet fallen. They were almost there... thank heavens. He walked faster and faster; as fast as he could without breaking into an outright run. He just wanted to get inside before he started crying. He was already on the verge, drawing perilously closer to that edge.

Inside they went and he let go of China, turning around to face him with a pink nose and trembling lower lip. He didn't know where to go from there. Or even what to do or say just yet. Was he being too dramatic? Too jealous when he didn't have the right? DID he have the right? Whatever the case, this conversation was best had behind closed doors. "The bedroom." he said quietly. "I don't remember the way."

The vampire hadn’t moved from his position on the ground. He couldn’t believe what was happening. China-Rose was being whisked away by some little boy. Being the submissive in the relationship, there was really nothing Paris-Germano could do about it. China-Rose had deserted him, and that was that. He had no position to approach or confront his ex-lover, it just had ended.

Hundreds of years together, and then on the break he’d made some kissy face with a human so he was going to go with him? Ridiculous.

But the brown haired male let it happen, picking himself up from the ground only after the two figures had disappeared.

He stood up straight, dusted off his clothes, and removed a smoking pipe from his pocket, lighting it with a match that he lit and tossed to the side, blowing clouds out of the corner of his mouth. The immortal had other things to do, he had to be back in the warehouse to manage business. He had prostitutes and drugs to handle; why had even been wasting his time here?

Clicking his heels, the male skipped off, shaking any hurt feelings off of his mind. The roman wouldn’t be able to deal with his work if he continued to think about it, and suppression he had found was the key to happiness.