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Gabriel took the hand and lifted it to his lips. He kissed it lightly on the knuckles, barely leaving any blue behind. "Is there meat in the freezer? I'm sure I can still cook." He caressed Shadow's cheek with his free hand. On a whim he kneeled down on the kitchen floor and rested his head in his lap as a dog might. He closed his eyes. It did feel good to be near Shadow. It felt wonderful and warm. "I can promise you what love I have in me and pray that it will be enough. If I suffer for it, well, I can't care. I suffer without it now."

Shadow placed his hands on the other's neck and in his hair. That beautiful hair. He let the drying curls wrap around his fingers and smiled. He didn't know what to say but knew that him caressing the other spoke more than what words could do. He felt better about this so much better. Bryan would understand, wouldn't he? Shadow had just grown up is all. At least, that's what he was telling himself. Unfortunately that meant moving along without the other.

Shadow closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. He loved moments like this. The silence of them. Being lost in one's own mind but with another. They weren't truely there, but he could imagine that Gabriel was in his mind with him. It was very possible they could be having the same thoughts. The wanting to just be. There was a contented smile on his face.

"Ah!" Soft exclamation from the lips of the dead, as his form put up a brief struggle against the wall. He felt unclean, having his pants dropped in an alleyway, and his kiss reflected that. He wasn't well versed enough in passion to want for a back alley quickie, more-so he longed for the silk sheets and confessions of love of his own past. He'd never known this lewd behavior, to atone for his living life he'd been an absolute angel of death since his creation. He didn't remember it like this. Definatly not like this.

Scar wondered if Gatz was getting uncomfortable since he wasn't really doing anything further at this point and seemed to be turning into puddy. It was clear that if this was going to go further, to realms that Scar wanted and needed that something was going to have to happen to make Gatz feel a little... easier.

He leaned into the other's form and kissed the other more deeply than he had before. He then withdrew. He stared into those eyes again. He could get lost there. Those piercing amber colored eyes were like beacons in the night. It made him suddenly feel different. He felt a twinge of regret. "There is something lacking?" He asked as he then moved to the other's neck again. His hand caressed the naked flesh of his thigh.

"The atmosphere... It seems too 18th century prostitute for my tastes..." He didn't know how that statement would fly, but he couldn't handle dropping his pants in an alleyway. He felt like his dignity was gone. He reached down and drew up his pants, redoing them and then resting his forehead on Scar's shoulder, dissappointment in himself welling up. He'd instigated something by pressing the younger one in the wall, and now him not being prepared to deal with the consequential sexuality in this was making him feel inadequit. He couldn't look into those piercing eyes, they made him want to run for shame. Instead he leaned and whispered into Scar's ear, lips brushing ever-so-lightly against it "Somewhere else..."

Gatz smiled softly and held onto the Scar's hand, his fingers finding comfort in the way they fit perfectly with the other's hand. Different climes would hopefully make him more amiable and accepting to his brethren's advances, or perhaps inspire memories that would set him on fire from within.

He followed without comment or question, a way that had been his for as long as he'd been in the world. Silently waiting to arrive at their destination, wishing to lay the younger vamp down on a soft bed and discover why indeed Scar made him feel like something inside him was more alive then dead.

Reizend blushed slightly, he didn't think the other had the balls to molest him for a slip of paper. Not that he'd find it unless he striped him down. "Yes I am." The cool metal on his neck sent mental shivers down his spine. But he wouldn't budge, or lose his cool.

Reizend refused to glare at the other though he wanted to. But when he was pressed closer no only did he blush more but the was a sound of crinkling paper. Reizend stiffened just slightly, maybe the other hadn't heard it. " Told you wouldn't be able to find it, just give up, you'll never get it from me."