Had Sebastian always had such strikingly blue eyes? Had he simply never truly noticed until now? How easy it was to allow himself to fall near gently beneath the sway of the Incubus' power. Even as aware of it as he was it was hardly....easy to resist. How much it reminded the Frenchman of treading water in an ocean impossibly deep, it was an effort to stay above that surface when it would be far easier, far nicer, to simply slip beneath it and- sacrebleu but he was doing it again! Matteo's head shook lightly in effort to press back against Sebastian's affinity once more. His son in law was far, far more powerful than he had ever truly given the vampire credit for. Sebastian and his unwavering politeness so apparently having...withheld the true depth of his power from them. Ah, but how inclined he might be to test that very thing when they returned to their world- now that he held but some inclination of what the Englishman might be capable of. Sebastian's....desires, however, were so hardly aligned with their own. That need to find Dorian hampered by the very notion that Sebastain had so clearly not met the Dorian of this world yet. The vampire appeared nothing short of perplexed by the name and oh how difficult it was to attempt to formulate but any hint of a plan when that want tugged so potently at him. It was, perhaps, so hardly Matteo's greatest idea and yet unless Alexander or himself could free themselves from Sebastian's metaphorical hold they were all but destined to fail. The Macedonian so surely held more....experience when it came to flirtation with men and yet how readily the Frenchman was assured it was his blood that would allure the incubus all the more.

Surely flirting with a man was no different from a woman, was it? In the very least he had succeeded in attracting Sebastian's attention and too- drawing that party into the living room to make themselves more comfortable. Sebastian's suspicions however were equally as clear. The incubus continued to eye Alexander warily. The Hunter, surely, the bigger threat to Sebastian's very life and yet how desperately Matteo so needed to force Sebastian's attention to him alone! How did Dorian do it so effortlessly? If his son could capture the Englishman's heart then surely he could coax but some of that lust from the vampire in turn. Matteo's silver gaze shifted briefly to his own Father then, those Greek words gently uttered towards the elder man to explain his plan- and that insistence Alexander not allow him to get bitten. If that venom was anything like the venom of the Sebastian in their own reality then he would be close to...incapable of resisting the incubus. The clear frown that found Alexander's features was hardly missed by either man. The dubiousness in the Hunter's tone equally as telling as he queried fate and whether or not he truly believed fate would bring them Dorian.

"Prépei na to pistépso. Eínai to móno schédio pou échoume."

(I have to believe it. It is the only plan we have.)

Fate would find a way. It always did. Alexander could frown at that idea all he liked. The hunter so failed to have come up with a better solution. Besides, most of Matteo's plans had worked in the past, had they not? At least in....some capacity. The Frenchman shifted easily to seat himself on the arm of the sofa beside Sebastian. His sheer proximity alone and too that scent of the blood within his very veins surely enough to coax the incubus' attention back to himself alone. This Sebastain, in the very least, had proven to be equally as non-violent as his counterpart. Yet how very much...bolder this Sebastian seemed. This game was perhaps a little riskier than Matteo had truly intended and yet he had committed to that very plan all the same. Matteo's hand reached out to rest agianst Sebastian's shoulder- his fingers idly beginning to trace a loose pattern on the other man's arm. Hmmm. Sebastian even smelled...pleasant. Matteo's fingers slid further upward to brush against the cool skin at Sebastian's neck, the Fae offering that gentle tease of just how very grateful they would be for his assistance. That promise of intimacy was layered gently within those accented words and tender touches. Sebastian's query of just what they could tell him about Dorian prompted a momentary pause before Matteo's fingers continued that teasing touch.

"He looks like myself, he is a Fae too but speaks with an Italian accent. He is a member of the Italian Royal Family but he should be here in this city."

Had the Dorian of this world still become the King of Italy? Or had the past differed from the Dorian of his own world? How many possibilities existed! It was that mention that Sebastian did not live alone however that refocused Matteo's own thoughts upon the present. The Frenchman was content to near lazily query whether or not they might be interrupted. As if all that lingered upon his mind was the very promise of that evening to be had and how very much he might be loath to share Sebastian's attention. Sebastian seemed to consider that answer for a moment longer before offering a near cryptic response. Dorain was right. Sebastian was wretched. Matteo so hardly allowed that momentary irritation to linger upon his features however, the Frenchman so instead content to offer that far more alluring suggestion of just what else he might like to show Sebastian. His time spent in Greece outside the temple of Aphrodite herself was a teasing promise- one Sebastian was hardly willing to accept on face value. Oh how he had underestimated the incubus' mistrusting nature. Sebastian so readily saw through that plan even if that idea tempted him. The vampire's eye rose ever so slightly. Matteo, this time, was careful to keep his gaze upon the other man if only to further that illusion of his own captivation- only for Sebastian to snort softly. The Incubus' calling out Matteo's bluff effortlessly. Damn Vampire.

"Do you truly take me for a liar, Mon Cher?'

Would that ingrained English nature within the other man truly allow him to suggest something so bold as that? This Sebastian, after all, was proving a far less....submissive opponent then the quiet English gentleman Matteo had taken to toying with back home. How distinctly Matteo felt that he was the one being toyed with instead. Any further words the Frenchman intended to offer were cut off by the soft exhale at Sebastain's lips, those navy eyes turned upon him entirely before the Incubus so boldly suggested that, perhaps, if Matteo could prove to be worth his time he might entertain helping them. It was Matteo's turn to allow one eye to rise then. Bold little whelp wasn't he? How the Frenchman so disliked not to be the one in control of that situation. Sebastian, for the first time, inclined to making him feel like...prey.

"And how would you like me to-"

The rest of those words were cut off by a veritable gasp as the full weight of Sebastian's affinity released Alexander only to be all but slammed into Matteo himself like a tidal wave. Jesus Christ. That lust was....irrevocable. That want, that need all but roaring to life within the Frenchman. The intensity of it caught him off guard as Matteo all but found himself drowning in a desire so intense he could hardly stop himself reaching for Sebastian in some desperate effort to sate that need. How quickly the other man moved to act upon those desires as he reached forward to place one hand behind Matteo's head, the Frenchman barely given a moment to consider that act before Sebastian's lips found his own in an entirely passionate, ardent kiss! The simple shock of that gesture momentarily rendered the Fae near frozen, Sebastian taking that opportunity to tug him down and into his lap. God....that was a good kiss. Matteo so readily found himself returning that gesture with equal fervor. His own hand extended forward to grasp at Sebastian's shirt, tugging him forward and agianst himself in some effort for further closeness. That intimacy Sebastian offered was nothing short of welcomed and yet the Frenchman so barely had a moment to register that new position before Sebastian shifted them effortlessly once more in a move so very smooth Matteo was near envious of its execution. The near ancient Fae found himself pinned beneath Sebastian and that sofa.

How distinctly new that weight of another man agianst him was. How alarming it should have been. How very...dull that fight or flight response had become beneath Sebastian's practised manipulation. In two thousand years Matteo was assured he had never felt such a thing as that and yet he hardly found he minded. In fact, he was near certain he desired to feel only more of Sebastian agianst him. The incubus was hardly married to his son in this world. He was breaking no law. Yet, despite that fog that had all but settled thickly upon his mind some distant, faint part of himself still....rebelled agianst that very notion. How faint that spark of clarity was. Some miniscule part within himself so desperately fighting agianst Sebastian's affinity. A resistance granted by age alone, or perhaps some internal power within himself, that fought to breach the surface of the lake Matteo found himself once more drowning within. Alexander's voice acted as a sudden veritable life raft in that hazy water. Alexander. He'd all but forgotten the other man. His Father's own teasing words prompted Matteo's gaze to flicker open. His lips pulled back from Sebastian's own to briefly eye the Macedonian (as best he could from beneath Seb) as he lent casually back within his chair. That bemused look upon his features was almost slow to register in Matteo's mind before the full realization of just what he was doing seemed to strike him entirely. Oh how Alexander would never let him live this down.

"Skáse! Párte ta roúcha, allá kánte to grígora kai gia na epistrépsete i agápi tou Theoú kai na me sósete, den tha boréso na ton kratíso píso gia polý ...."

(Oh shut up! Get the clothes but do it quickly and for the love of God come back and save me, I am not going to be able to hold him back for long....)

It would hardly take Sebastian long to discover that....rebellion in Matteo's own demeanor. The Frenchman inclined to waver upon it all the same. His very body beginning to betray him as he felt that press of Sebastian's groin agianst his own. Matteo near certain his own jeans were beginning to feel just a little...tight. God but he was far too old to question his own sexuality. This, surely, the work of Sebastian's affinity somehow. Wasn't it? Distracting Sebastian enough to allow Alexander to leave however was another matter entirely. Matteo's hands shifted to reach upward and nestle within the vampire's brunette locks only to draw Sebastian's lips to his own once more. The near ancient Fae fighting for both that tendril of control and too- that utter....want for Sebastian agianst him. How desperately he required Alexander to hurry. One hand remained nestled within those locks, only for his free hand to reach downward and grasp at the hem of Sebastian's shirt before tugging it upward in an effort to remove it. That very gesture so covering the vampires face- if only momentarily and yet too- offering them both that feeling of skin on skin Matteo was near...desperate to feel. God how conflicting those emotions were! Matteo's lips pulled softly back once more, just long enough to allow him to pull that shirt from Sebastian's figure and toss it aside.

"You know, Mon Amie, you really are an excellent kisser."

Dorian had been right all along. Yet how little Matteo so intended to let Sebastain dwell on those words. The Frenchman was determined to absorb all of the Incubus' attention until Alexander could find those clothes and return. If only to save him from himself. His lips returned to Sebastian's own that final time. That feel of Sebastian's chest agianst his own was....far....far better than it should have been. Matteo, this time, allowed his hand to trail down Sebastian's side only to brush agianst the hem of his pants. God how he needed Alexander to hurry and yet how traterious his own body was being. Some faint part of himself almost wishing the Hunter would simply....take all night to find those outfits. A soft groan rose within his throat. Matteo far too late to suppress that sound.

God this was getting out of hand.....

c'est dur d'être un dieu.