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It had taken nearly a year and yet, slowly, Dorian had some come to understand the curious and yet precise nuances that so came with Sebastian's patterns of speech. His lover was a near unfailingly polite individual even in the most trying of situations and yet the Monarch had so simply come to realise that his fiancé, and perhaps the British at large, so had their own scale of sorts by which that politeness fell upon. Several words and phrases, despite their perceived pleasantness were, in fact, a genuine show of displeasure. Dorian eternally finding such a method of speaking a marvellous curiosity and one, he was assured, took particular skill to marvel. For his lover to so out rightly announce someone to be an 'ass' so surely indicated a rather significant level of dislike for them. Dorian almost unable to prevent that soft chuckle at such a blunt use of the word. Sebastian looking almost momentarily abashed at having been caught saying it at all and yet, Dorian so wholly suspected that regardless of the vampires attempts to correct himself that first and unfiltered utterance on just what he thought of this man was largely the correct one. Not that it mattered particularly to the Fae King in any sense. There was surely a handful of people he himself disliked and was not at all afraid to afford any whom asked him that very opinion. Indeed, his dislike of his own President was surely well known by all within the palace at large.

The soft grin of amusement continued to linger upon his lips all the same, his features shifting only slightly at the consideration of an entire coven of vampires at their nuptials and the concerns he held for his own Fae court. He hardly believed every vampire outside Sebastian was a blood-thirsty creature, after all, he had befriended both Malek and Dareios without either one attempting to bite him, even if he was rather assured he had caught Dareios considering it. More so, it was simply having so many vampires exposed to so many Fae that perhaps tugged at those threads of his better judgement. Vampires too, were distinctly territorial creatures, Dorian wholly aware of that in turn. Would it be truly wise to place so many of them together? Would the strain of so many of them within an enclosed space see them become irritated with one another? Indeed, would Sebastian himself find them tolerable at his own wedding and within that very Palace that Dorian largely believed Sebastian, rightly so, considered his own space? It was that very plethora of unknowns that surely prompted his own hesitation in this and yet he was willing in turn to accept such guests if Sebastian himself truly believed they would be no issue. The vampire fortunately, it seemed, willing enough to wave them off. His coven seemingly not a significant priority to him. Dorian, perhaps selfishly, not at all displeased to hear it even if he hardly dared voice such a thing. The Monarch near ashamed to even consider such foolish emotions on his part even if they existed all the same. Such idle thoughts readily forgotten in the wake of that soft announcement that this 'ass' was fond of Sebastian's maker. The mere mention of that child prompting that frown from Dorian himself.

There were truly few people in this world that Dorian so utterly found intolerable and yet that child vampire, regardless of her connection to his fiancé, was just once such being. He hated that child- for so very many reasons. That singular meeting he had held with her surely enough to last him an entire lifetime! That disdain at her mere mention surely clear upon his features. Dorian remaining near silent for several moments in that consideration before his gaze so returned to the bright blue of his lovers own. Neither of them, it seemed, capable of considering that child with any ounce of pleasure. Dorian rather wishing that entire evening with her had not occurred at all.

"Then he is an ass."

The Fae so promptly declared, that simper threatening to tug at his lip all the same before the Fae so readily inquired after just who Sebastian might like to have for his Best Man on that wedding day. That choice of Giles a decidedly pleasing one. Dorian assured the manservant would be positively thrilled to take up such a position. His own thoughts shifted then to consider just who he himself might ask to fulfil such a role. The Fae King so considering Alexander perhaps, Sebastian offering him further choices to consider in turn in Troy and Dareios. The Monarch so declaring he need think on it further before his own head bobbed in that ready agreement to his lovers words.

"Yes, I shall invite them all in the very least."

It would be decidedly pleasant to have at least some beings he knew at his own wedding amongst that throng of dignitaries and other royals he had never so much as met. The arrival of that car upon that airfield tarmac readily saw an end to that discussion of weddings. Dorian content to lead the way from the car to that sea plane. A mode of transport he was perhaps not exceptionally comfortable with and yet he had so been assured time and time again that it was decidedly safe. This by far the smallest plane he had ever flown within. Sebastian content to assure every one of those safety measures was in place before that plane took the skies. It was entirely baffling to him, the manner in which his curiosity so prompted him to peer out of that window and to the blue black of the ocean below while that veritable fear of flying altogether seemed determined to press his gaze to the floor alone. Dorian caught in between his desire to look and that nervous apprehension then man had always held over those planes. Particularly one this small. It was no more than an hour later that the small aircraft begun to lower, deviating away from that larger island and towards that decidedly tiny one that was their destination. That landing upon those waves readily seeing the Monarch tense in decided worry that the aircraft would surely sink beneath water. How it did not was perhaps a marvel in itself. Dorian content to breath only when that vehicle had come to a stop beside that dock.

He was perhaps over-eager to remove himself from that vehicle, stepping out onto that wooden surface before waiting for Sebastian to join him. That clear surprise upon his lovers features so entirely worth such a journey. Dorian unable to prevent that soft chuckle as his hand reached for the man's own to lead him towards that beach. Those sands, though dark within the night, sure to be a rather glorious white come the morning- that water an equally bright blue they might surely enjoy after the sun had risen. The Monarch continued to lead the way along that sandy path and to the centre of the island then. Dorian largely oblivious to the very relief Sebastian might take in the simple silence and peace of that place alone. Those near overloaded vampiric senses finally afforded a chance to simply....breath in some sense. The Fae King paused by briefly before that luxuriant island bungalow to allow his lover to take it in entirely, that gorgeous polished wood and stone making up the outside of that home that had been designed entirely to relish in that nature and ocean that surrounded it. Those torches and lanterns casting that flickering glow about it. How long had it been, truly, since he had seen something lit by firelight as it was within his own time? How lovely it was to see. Such a modern home so entwined with the past. Dorian leading them up and onto that veranda then before finally offering his lover that explanation of just where they were and why they were here. That private island so at last removing them from the eyes of the world entirely and from the very madness that had come with their engagement. That veranda affording them a view of that entire island, the ocean around it and the distant lights of France itself back upon the mainland.

That very question his lover had so been attempting to ask was all but cut short as Dorian leaned upward to steal that kiss from him. This kiss entirely more intimate and wholly passionate then any they had shared tonight so far. Sebastian, it seemed, hardly requiring any assistance in so picking up upon just that as his consorts hand settled behind his head. That press of Sebastian's tongue to his lips eagerly saw the Fae part them, Dorian relishing in that deeper kiss that saw that soft sound of appreciation drawn from within his throat. That sheer realization that they were totally alone an utterly glorious one at that. Dorian willingly allowing Sebastian to press him backward, the Fae vaguely aware of those chocolates finding place upon a chair before both of his lovers hands rested upon his figure. Dorian entirely eager to take every bit of that affection the vampire offered before so at last pulling just slightly away, his teeth ever so lightly graze Sebastian's lower lip in that fashion he knew so eternally seemed to hold his Consorts attention. Dorian so hardly ashamed of that slight breathlessness to his words then.

"I did not inherit this island as I did all my others. This one I bought from the French. They weren't using it and I should hate to see it wasted. Come this way, there is a little more to see."

That warm simper remained as his hand found the vampires own once more, leading him from that veranda then and into that luxuriant house itself, past that living room with that glorious hot tub seated in the centre of the floor and past that kitchen with its stone benches. Dorian pressing his hand to that wooden door at the back of the home, allowing it to swing softly open to view that rather enormous bedroom with its equally colossal bed and towering high rooves, those open windows all around that room affording those same views of that island and ocean at large- each of them carefully fitted with those blackout blinds all the same to prevent but an ounce of sun entering that space unless desired. That pleasantly warm breeze carrying with it that smell of ocean salt. This room lit by several of those lanterns that cast flickering patterns across that pale coloured comforter and bathed the entire room in that warm, soft glow. The very way rooms had once been lit in both their times. Dorian's voice little more than a whisper then.

"I think this might be a very nice place to spend some time. Perhaps five times."

That near impish look so readily seemed to find him then. Dorian so hardly having forgotten that goal they had set themselves the day of their engagement. It was perhaps a little late for such things tonight and yet they had tomorrow or the night after or as many nights as they truly might choose to stay. His hand tightening briefly in the vampires own as Dorian stepped to stand before him then, his hands resting softly on Sebastian's waist.

"Perhaps we should have brought more clothing if we intend to stay a little longer although I wholly suspect, since no one else exists here, that we might hardly need any at all."

Those wholly playful, teasing words fell easily from his lips. Dorian leaning upward to find his lovers own once more in that ardent kiss, his hands shifting smoothly across his lovers jeans to gently cup his butt in that same moment, pressing Sebastian forward and flush against him, seeking to simple closeness then and all that surely came with it.

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