Why, in all the world, Dorian had so decided to find such a fascination for motorcycles he hardly knew. That particular appreciation one the Frenchman had perhaps failed to see so peeking upon the horizon of Dorian's future and yet, not that his eldest son had displayed that very interest such a future was all-too clear. This....was not a passing phase. Matteo inclined to frown ever so slightly in consideration of all those possible futures that existed. Dorian, for the most part, appearing decidedly safe and yet still- at least one future existed where he was not. Those very words parting his lips a moment later with that singular insistence that Dorian was, quite simply, not to engage with those bikes at all. The boy, as to be expected, readily inclined to argue that very point. Matteo entirely content to employ those more underhanded tactics in his search for that very victory. His attention turned near effortlessly to Sebastian then. The vampire decidedly sure to prove an exceptional ally in this. After all, of all the very beings within the world there was but one Matteo knew Dorian would listen to even over himself. His husband. Sebastian, as anticipated, was quick to find that look of disapproval. Those protective instincts within his son-in-law were nothing short potent. The Frenchman seeing little wrong with so rallying Sebastian to the cause. The rest of their little family failing to provide the Italian King with a singular supporter. Matteo so struggling to keep that amusement from his face as Dorian promptly declared he could hardly be prevented from looking at Aiden's motorcycle in the very least. Even Sebastian himself inclined to agree that looking was surely acceptable. Matteo's silvered gaze shifting to Aiden then.

"He is going to try and persuade you one day, Mon Amie. Do not fall for it. He is a very good persuader and he will look at you like a puppy."

That near baleful look he was presented with from Dorian so reaily prompted that chuckle to his lips once more. Matteo content to direct that party toward the table then as Dorian and Aiden so kept up that ready conversation. Dorian's curiosity, as was surely anticipated, prompting a near flood of questions and yet in a display of affable nature- Aiden seemed willing enough to answer them even if his answers were, in typical Aiden still, distinctly short and to the point. Dorian, for his part, appearing readily engaged in his new brother. Even Sebastian seemed accepting enough of a brother-in-law. That future that awaited them all having shifted ever so slightly within the space of that hour or so since they had all met and yet....how glorious a future it was. It had been far to long since either Alexander or himself had managed to gather a family together. Let alone one destined to be as...close as the very men before him. How much Dorian and Aiden would come to mean to each other in time. Perhaps, one day, they would both come to understand just why it had not been until now they had met. Matteo, for but a few moments, content to simply watch over that little family he had gathered. That truly rare feeling of...satisfaction settling within himself. At least until that plate Alexander had touched became apparent. That argument between the pair decidedly short lived all the same before Matteo made his was into the kitchen only to return with the first of those many dishes. Aiden's face positive lighting up as a truly genuine smile danced upon the WereKings features. One that was decidedly short lived in the wake of Dorian's declaration something was amiss with that pasta.

How utterly bizarre it was, those very things Aiden so proved to be passionate about when the mood should strike him. A part of the Frenchman quote enjoying to see his younger son sp adamantly denied...something. Even if it was pasta. That very spirit nothing short of satisfying- even as it was turned abruptly upon himself. Aiden content to promptly declared he was the worst Father ever for having denied Dorian such a dish in his youth. In truth, to provide Dorian with such a meal had never truly occurred to him. Dorian had, after all, for the better part of several centuries given up eating at all with decidedly little interest in food in any sense. Matteo unwilling to stir up such disparaging talk at the table and yet too- there was still little reason he could not have provided the boy with at least the chance to try that dish. To admit such failings upon his own part however was decidedly against his own nature. Matteo content to declare instead that he had so clearly been waiting all this time to allow Aiden to make those introductions instead. Ah, but how well Aiden knew him! The emerald-eyed man failing to believe him in any sense with that distinct utterance of 'bullshit' falling from his lips a moment later. Aiden folding his arms then only to lean back within his chair and roll his eyes in a manner so much like his teenage self it was near unbelievable! That defiance clear upon every part of Aiden's toned figure.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me, Aidun? Do you see this Dorian? Do not be like your brother, full of eye rolling and arm folding. Do you see what I deal with, Alexander?"

That warm grin so easily danced upon his features at the mere utterance of those teasing words all the same. His last sentence uttered to Alexander alone as matteo gestured from that decidedly smug Aiden to that all but flabbergasted Dorian. His two sons could so hardly have been more different in that moment. Sebastian appeared near equally as bemused as Matteo made a perhaps equally teasing effort to correct Aiden's language with a colourful use off his own. The sounds of Dorian choking only furthering that near wry grin on his lips before Alexander so readily insisted Aiden should be able to speak as he liked and that Dorian would surely become used to it in time. How very....like Alexander. The Macedoian so eternally having his own distinct style of parenting. One Matteo had been subject too for several centuries and so often centered around that singular motto of 'just deal with it'. The Frenchman inclined to agree Alexanders determination to simply get on with a matter was a decidedly decent method of parenting all the same. His own return to that kitchen a subtle yield of sorts to his own father-figures desires. That conversation continuing then as Matteo saw to the serving of the rest of those dishes- including that distinctly English favourite made for Sebastian himself. The vampire appeared nothing short of baffled both by that very gesture and indeed that warm smile he was offered in turn. Matteo quite assured Sebastian near suspected some sort of trickery and yet the Englishman was quick to reach for that blood-based dish all the same.

"C'est du sang de boeuf."

He offered simply toward the vampire then. Assuring Sebastian it was made with the blood of a cow in that traditional sense. Matteo returned to the kitchen then to fetch that turkey. The Frenchman aware, to some extent of that conversation still occuring and Aiden's efforts to assure Dorian he had been spoken about all those years. That subtle smile finding him once more before that turkey was placed in front of Alexander. The Macedonian seeing to that carving with an extreme precision he had come to expect from the man. Matteo the first to offer his plate for those bits he favoured best and Alexander so knew he desired in turn. That frown from Dorian pomprting that suggestion that perhaps both off his sons should refer to him as 'sir' from now on. Matteo rather assured such a thing was as unlikely to happen as the freezing of hell. That snort from Alexander prompted his own gaze upward then as the ancient Hunter insisted Matteo himself, long ago, had once 'struggled' with those very titles off respect himself. The Frenchman's own arms folding near indignantly across his chest then as he so lent back within his chair with a huff.

"I did not struggle,sir, I was merely inclined to....forget on occasion just whom my superiors were- especially when i was quite assured I had already seen the outcome of those maneuvers and I-"

That very realisation that he had so taken up Aiden's near exact position of defiance from before within his own chair so readily seemed to dawn upon him. The Frenchman abruptly leaning forward once more. His silvered gaze cutting towards his younger son. Matteo already aware Aiden had noticed it in turn.

"Oh shut up."

That Matteo had, within his own time, been a decidedly obstinate teenager in turn was surely clear. One whom had perhaps been equal parts cocky and inclined to believe he was right even in matters he had once understood little off. Ah, how much Alexander had so had to deal with in his time! Dorian's assurance that he would rather like to hear a story off his own youth was quickly supported by Aiden in turn. Sebastian so apparently the only one content enough not to demand such tales. His son-in-law his only ally in this. Matteo largely suspecting Sebastian was simply far too distracted by his meal. The Frenchman glancing toward Alexander in turn. That near wry grin finding him then.

"Ah, Alexanderous, if you tell them a story about me I shall tell them one about you in turn so choose your tale wisely, Mon Amie. I shall return it in kind."

Matteo reached to slip that first bit of turkey within his mouth then, that lavish gravy nothing short of velvety and a perfect compliment t that meat that was nothing short of perfection in turn. How well he had done! Not that he had anticipated any less. Dorian's agreement that the 'cheese pasta' was quite good only furthering that look of pride from Aiden in turn before those emerald eyes cut accusingly toward him.

"I know, I know, you were right."


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