The Sun Also Rises

How relentless those thoughts of all that need be done might be! Turning over and about within his mind, punctuated with the image of that Presidents none-too pleased features as he had so implied those things of Dorian's own private affairs. The nerve of that man! Yet, truly, the Fae King found himself, mercifully, afforded little time to allow such thoughts to propagate. The sheer amount of other considerations to be made had, at least for now, pressed back those issues he had surely known he and Sebastian both might be called to face in the coming days and too- the criticism that surely came with so openly declaring his consort to be another man. Dorian however, remained assured he would have it no other way. Not now. Not after all they had done and how meaningful a fixture his lover had become in his very existence. Something that was not about to change in any sense. Italy would merely have to come to terms with it, whether now or in the future. There was something wholly satisfying in merely voicing such plans for their evening aloud, as if speaking them somehow lessened the clutter of his tired mind this evening and too- so reminded the King of just those pleasant things he had to look forward too now that the worst part of the day had surely passed and he need worry of little else until tomorrow and those aforementioned public appearances. Dorian willing to cast them from his mind for now, a task made all the easier by Sebastian's decidedly naked form beside him, the vampire assuring him such plans sounded entirely pleasant even if they involved but a little more than merely the one meeting he had mentioned earlier.

It was easy then to tug at the vampires hand, so silently requesting his companion join him upon that couch, Dorian content to make himself comfortable within the mans lap even despite Sebastian's lack of clothing in the given moment. There was something distinctly soothing, after all, in the proximity of that single individual he had taken to adoring, Dorian allowing his fingers to trace those pleasing planes of the vampires chest if only to remind himself of what he might so enjoy later this evening, such thoughts prompting those Italian lyrics from his lips as his mind once more dared to linger upon just what their evening might hold once the formal festivities were cast aside. That mock wariness with which he was presented saw that soft simper adorn his own features again before those notably husky lyrics from his lover seemed to hold the entirety of his attention. Even the faintest of touches of arousal within Sebastian's voice had proven capable, time and time again, of assuring a response from Dorian in turn. Ah, but how he adored that sound! Those Italian words so managing to stir a ready sense of anticipation within the Monarch and too- so flare that ever present desire that, no matter how many times he had his lover, never seemed to diminish in the slightest. His silver gaze so easily found the navy of his companions own in those moments as his fingers stilled upon the man's chest, his lip quirking upward but slightly as those teasing words parted his own lips once more.

"Vedere quello che fate. Non vedo l'ora di farlo." (See that you do. I look forward to tonight.)

That impish grin lingered for several moments still, Dorian assured he might yet engage Sebastian tonight in a fashion even he, with all he had seen of the world, had not enjoyed before with those traditional games and red-coloured underwear so unknown outside of Naples itself. His hand returned to his own chest then, resting upon his now entirely crumpled suit as Sebastian asked after just whom they were meeting this evening, that single 'oh' that so fell from the vampires lips seeing Dorians own gaze turn slightly upwards in inquisitiveness at such a curious response from the normally eloquent man and yet, truly, this was not the first time Sebastian had seemed to become entirely lost in thought at the mention of Matteo. That his lover might very well have been nervous had hardly crossed Dorian's mind in the slightest, the Fae King content to brush aside those worries too as his he felt Sebastian's hand gently return that touch and so afford him that reassurance all was well before the vampire went about pulling him to his feet and from that couch. Dorian content to offer him an almost overly dramatic sigh. As if getting up was entirely an effort before following him to that wardrobe where there clothes had been hung and ordered beside one another. He stripped himself easily from that suit that was both too formal and too crumpled to be of any use all the same, reaching instead for his pants and far more comfortable buttoned and collared shirt, pausing suddenly a moment before turning to his lover once more.

"Well, you shall have to turn around for a moment now I fear. I cannot let you see my underwear. It would ruin the game for this evening. Go on, turn, I will know if you look. I shall need you to show me too, how one ties a tie. I had dreadful trouble without you this morning."

Another chuckle fell easily from his lips as he waited for Sebastian to turn his back to him, Dorian allowing him to turn back around only once he was entirely dressed before turning his back on the vampire to afford him that same moment of mystery. It took but a moment then to pull that medallion that rested about his neck from within his shirt along with that tigers eye gemstone he had kept all the same, allowing them to rest where they might be seen atop his shirt, the Fae King searching then for that favoured cologne Sebastian had given him before heading out to summon those maids and have them organise his reception room for that meeting and too have tea and coffee brought to the parlour. He paused then to wait for Sebastian to finish dressing and join him before leading the way to that aforementioned reception room. It was, like the others, a strikingly large room crafted of white marble and gold, the walls here were hung with tapestries depicting both hunts and battles along with several large oil paintings of the city of Naples and its surrounds. A single portrait of the Lady Isabella, Dorian's mother no less, hung at one end. The room containing little other than a shockingly ornate table made of mahogany and silver with gems inlaid along with formal lounges and seats set up about the outside. Dorian himself pausing near that table.

"I do not know how it is in your England, Mon Cher, but in Italy we so wait within this room for our guest to arrive. Yet it is considered impolite to appear as if we are waiting upon them, so it is so we have these rooms where we pretend we look busy despite their being nothing at all to do in here. I merely recommend you simply pretend to admire a painting. Really though I thi- Bastian if that is your pretend look of intrigue I do not hold much hope of a career in the theatre for you."

He could hardly prevent that warm chuckle that spilled from his lips at what he could only presume was his lover's attempt to pretend he was not waiting. Dorian himself folding his arms behind his back in that Kingly manner before proceeding to eye that tapestry he had seen a hundred thousand times before, allowing his shoulder to rest lightly against the vampires own before that page boy so suddenly strode in. Presenting His Grace, the Ambassador of France and Nobile of Italia, the Lord Matteo Noé Luis Devereux the second. The sound of footsteps atop that polished marble floor saw Dorian turn then, a smile easily adorning his features at the sight of the approaching man he had not seen in over a year. Matteo was but slightly taller than Dorian himself, the man dressed casually in jeans and a grey t-shirt, a pair of sunglasses firmly in place despite being inside and it being evening. His brunette hair, a few shades lighter then Dorians own and lightened further from the sun, had been crafted into something stylishly messy and yet, perhaps most striking of all- the man looked barely older then Dorian himself. Easily passable for twenty-five if not younger, a slightly crooked grin upon his decidedly handsome, youthful features as he offered both vampire and Fae before him an elaborate bow. Your Majesty, it has been some time and you must be the Lord Sebastian. We finally meet, I have....heard of you. His hand extended readily to the vampire then as he straightened from that bow, affording it a solid shake with but no explanation as to how he had heard of Sebastian at all. Dorian content enough to take command.

"Perhaps we might all head to the Parlour? There is tea and coffee waiting."

The Monarch moved to lead the way then, Matteo nodding readily before falling into step beside Sebastian for but a single stride, his words wholly quiet and to be heard by the vampire alone. You almost convinced me you weren't waiting, my Lord, your acting skills are better than His Majesty insinuates. The softest of chuckles rose within the near ancient Fae's throat, a simper that looked almost impish touching his lips before he stepped away from the vampire to follow Dorian to that parlour and seat himself in a comfortable chair, one leg folding over the other with the ease of someone whom had existed in such settings all his life. Dorian taking that seat opposite, leaving the one beside him for Sebastian. The Fae King reached for his own cup of tea then, the man having become quiet partial to it since his time in the company of his English lover. Matteo reaching for a coffee in turn before Dorian spoke.

"It is good to see you, Matteo. I was beginning to worry you might not return."

My affairs took me away but I would not miss seeing your return to the modern world nor your finally bringing someone home. You look well though, I think this century suits you better than the last. The outdoors in general suits you. You have done very well keeping him alive Sebastian. It is not that easy, believe me, I share your struggle.

It was Dorian's turn then to look but briefly indignant before the elder Fae continued.

Tell me though Dorian, what have you two seen? Where have you been? Surely, Sebastian, you are intending to take him around the rest of the world aren't you?

Dorian Aragona