The Sun Also Rises

It was the distinctly uncomfortable sensation of someone shaking him awake that so at last saw the Fae King stir from his place nestled amongst those golden, silk sheets. For several moments the man merely blinks in bleary-eyed confusion before rolling entirely back over and against Sebastian's still sleeping form, snuggling back up against the man despite the cool touch his form seemed to hold in those all-too early hours. Dorian inhaled that scent of his lover, sleep all-too willingly ready to embrace him as he settled contently beside and against his companion. Only to have that hand shake him once more. It is with no small amount of reluctant lethargy that Dorian allows his head to turn sideways, blearily eyeing Sebastian's manservant as he stood beside the bed. His features, it would seem, gave away his confusion in that moment- the man proceeding to remind him softly that he had, in fact, requested to be woken up but a half hour before the sun set. A request Dorian had wholly forgotten in the wake of last night and one he sincerely regretted now when sleep weighed so heavily upon him. The King in possession of a truly unique ability to sleep almost as endlessly as Sebastian did when but given the chance. For all his often exuberant energy Dorian was decidedly difficult to coax from the warmth of those sheets at the best of times. His silvery gaze lingers briefly upon the sleeping man beside him, lips brushing Sebastian's cheek with no small measure of affection, before Dorian so at last makes some move to detangle himself from those ever pleasing sheets. One hand runs easily through the tousled mess of his hair, a yawn still upon his lips as he rubs weakly at his eyes in some effort to force them into wakefulness before attempting to find his jeans somewhere upon the bedroom floor. It would be distinctly improper after all- to leave the bedroom in but his boxer shorts, especially if the female servant should catch sight of him. 'If it is his pants Your Highness searches for, they are in the lounge room.'

The soft voice of Charlie saw his gaze lift once more, eyeing the man almost incredulously- before the Fae so seems to recall last night with further clarity. Ah, but he did remember that! He had, for several nights past, returned to his own home and to Samantha, leaving Sebastian to so find his own meals in the manner the vampire was accustomed too and, in turn, allowing his own body to heal from that which he had allowed the man to take several times over. Those marks but mere shadows now upon him in the wake of that time to heal. It was displeasing, in some sense, to so consider that satiation Sebastian surely found in the embrace of others and too- that feeling Dorian knew all too well his victims surely relished within in that bite in those almost intimate moments. Yet Dorian cannot find it within himself, truly, to find any fault with this. He cannot deny Sebastian his meals nor his need for them, the King entirely aware that he alone could hardly sustain his lover in that regard and as such there was little use in fretting over something that could not be changed. Besides- if momentary feedings in the embrace of a stranger was but the only price he was required to pay to so love Sebastian then he was wholly content to pay it. There was too- something wholly pleasing in Sebastian's return from such evenings. His touch heated and eyes so ardently blue- his entire form flush with life and while perhaps these past few evenings it had not been Dorian's own blood that had so afforded the vampire that momentary feeling of life- Dorian too, was wholly content to enjoy that renewed sensitivity and energy it so seemed to give his Consort. The strangers from which Sebastian fed, Dorian is assured, were simply forgotten by the man and in turn Dorian himself is entirely content to forget them too.

His arrival within his lovers home last night however had been perhaps the firstly truly impromptu action the King had ever allowed himself. Dorian so having diligently walked Samantha to work as she required of him any evening in which he was not in Sebastian's company, before the Fae King had may his way to his lovers home. Dorian, with the assurance of Sebastian's staff that his presence was hardly unwelcome even despite his lack of prior announcement, having made himself entirely comfortable on the man's couch to so await the vampires return not but an hour later. How he had ever gone a week at a time without the man he hardly knew, his simple want for Sebastian's mere presence so entirely eclipsing that Dorian truly no longer cared to attempt to restrain. Even but several nights apart having proven decidedly straining. His jeans having gotten lost, it would seem, somewhere in that greeting. It is only with the assurance of Charles that his female counterpart was not present that Dorian so moved to at last exit the bedroom, strolling easily down the stairs and into the living to collect his jeans from the floor. The Fae King all-too willingly having met those other needs Sebastian so refrained from when he fed. Some things, after all, Dorian knows so unashamedly are entirely his own to enjoy when it came to his lover. For several moments the King so diligently fishes within the pockets of his jeans before at last producing the paper he had left there, handing it now to the manservant before inquiring as to whether or not Charlie knew of such a location. The man nodding dutifully but a moment later. It was only the servant's inquiry as to why Dorian should ask that saw that warm simper touch his features for but the first time this evening.

"I should like to take Sebastian there this evening. This is why I asked for you to wake me so I might so construct this idea without his knowledge- he is most difficult to surprise but I endeavour to do it all the same."
'Be sure to inform him he will need formal attire for this. What time would you like to have the car ready?'
"Not for at least an hour or so."

It is with these preparations made that the Fae moved to simply head back towards the bedroom. The man halted once more by his name upon Charlie's lips a final time, that steely gaze so falling upon him as the serving man proceeded to hold a plate towards him. Two pieces of burned bread adorning it as Dorian merely peers towards it in a quizzical fashion. In all his centuries of life he never had yet been offered burned bread. Charlie informing him but a moment later that toast was designed to be somewhat more toasted then plain bread. Dorian attempting to merely wave it away- the man hardly desiring food any more then he usually did. 'I do think I must insist- after the prior evening I am assured you should eat something.' How the servant had so known about the single bite mark that had been made upon his newly healed form last night, concealed upon his inner thigh and beneath those boxer shorts, Dorian hardly knew, much less how the man knew of that promise he had so made the vampire some weeks ago to eat in the wake of any such taking.

"Did he tell you to make me this, how you say, toast?"

How remarkable it was, that Charlie no longer seemed capable of remembering if any such words had ever been spoken, amusement so tugging at Dorian's features all the same, the man hardly finding any displeasure in it. Though when and how Sebastian had so managed to inform his servants of this remained a mystery entirely. One hand moves to take the plate all the same, Dorian biting into the buttered toast as he moves to return to the bedroom once more- unwilling to allow his companion to wake up alone. Little more than the crusts are left by the time he reaches the room, the plate left neatly upon the nightstand before the King so nestles back within those sheets and against his Consort once more- Sebastian only now beginning to stir. It is easy then, to maneuverer himself very nearly into the vampire's arms, resting upon his chest as he does. His lips press slowly, though determinedly, to the man's own before drawing so leisurely away in a teasing fashion- content to stir the vampire into only further wakefulness as his fingers so trace those patterns upon the man's chest- dipping so slightly lower down his torso with every stroke. He was curious, truly, to see how long it might take Sebastian to wake up entirely to those genteel yet teasing touches.

"Bastien. Do you think you might be awake?"

Dorian Aragona