What the....? - Marvin's Haven

The youth rolled his eyes.
"Honestly, what are you, a Gangrel? Your place" he smiled oh so sweetly. "Limited space just means you're going to have to move and use that mind of yours to find an edge in the chaos" he put his foot on the table and nudged it an inch out of place with a smirk that suggested he was trying to push the other man's buttons.

"Oooor I just move all my furniture and stuff to another room so we actually have room in here. No biggie. When do you want to do this?"

"Ah boring" he tsk'ed, holding the glass by his fingertips as he continued to smile. "But fine. Anytime you feel like getting your pride shattered, just give me a call, handsome"

"And the prize is?" he grinned

Charlie smiled, lifting the hand holding the glass and motioning with one finger for Marvin to come over again.

He came over to Charlie with a curious look on his face

"God you're ugly in that thing..." the youth chuckled, easing the same finger in under Marvin's chin and guiding his lips to Charlie's own if he would allow him to.

Marvin allowed it, and wrapped his arm around Charlie in an embrace as he kissed him.

The youth closed his eyes with a low sigh, still with one finger gently resting Marvin's chin as he returned the touch with soft lips, allowing him to put his arm around him.
Ugly clown make-up or no, the androgynous youth had no problem with a little intimacy and the Malkavian, insane as he was, did have a certain appeal.

Marvin moved his hand slowly around on Charlie's chest, feeling him up so to speak, gently, but firmly, as he lost himself in the sensuous kiss.

Moving his free hand to Marvin's wandering one, Charlie gently guiding it up so to rest against the back and side of his slender neck without breaking from the kiss. It was a game he knew well, one he'd played for nearly a hundred years by now, so perhaps he wouldn't notice.
the youth leaning into the kiss a little more instead to take the Malkavian's mind off it.

"Mmmm..." he said as he finally broke off the kiss.

"I am going to enjoy beating you at fencing you know."

"You'll enjoy the idea of it" Charlie smiled, letting his lips briefly touch his again before pulling back. "But you're not going to win" he chuckled as he looked up at the rodeo clown. "Fuck... the day I loose to a clown"
Charlie snickered.

"Seven more days pretty one, then I'll just be your friendly neighborhood Malkavian programmer."

The youth grinned, placing the glass back down on the table as he turned sideways and leaned back onto the sofa. Cradling one arm behind his head while he lifted his legs up and rested them across Marvin's with the look of a cat on his face.
"Unless you get yourself into more trouble and end up having to wear a cookie monster costume for the next two weeks after that" he laughed.

"Then I will use that boon to make sure you wear a cookie monster costume too. You are a wicked little one aren't you?" he chuckled

"Sounds somewhat counter productive don't you think? Forcing me into even more clothes when I know you rather I took them off" he chuckled, arching his back lazily for a moment as he smiled up at Marvin. Really, the cat-like illusion was complete with the way he'd seemingly decided to make himself at home.
"But hey, your boon. Do with it as you wish"

"Ahh you do have a point there" as he spoke, he attempted to take off Charlie's shoes and rub his feet

Well, he wouldn't object to it, so the Malkavian could easily remove the combat boots without any protest from Charlie. The cat was, after all, best pleased when given a little attention.
"Now, this is surreal" Charlie smirked. "Getting a foot rub from It..."
He drew his breath and let out a content sigh.

"And yet you are enjoying it." he smirked as he started to rub the Brujah's feet

"I have to admit, playing with a bit of fire now and then is fun."

"I enjoy what I can" Charlie actually closed his eyes for a moment with a content sigh before opening them again to look at Marvin. "And who doesn't enjoy a little pampering?" the youth chuckled, his free hand resting on his stomach, tracing a finger against a small exposed area of pale skin between the shirt a the waist if his jeans.
"Specially when it turns out the fire actually knows what it's doing"

"Ahh that's true, very true. But fire can burn out of control too."

"But that's the appeal isn't it?" he smiled lazily. "Without the possibility of getting burned... what's fun with taking risks?"

He snorted "You and Cass must get along amazingly well. Be careful what you ask me for, I can burn quite hard."

"I have no intentions of burning myself on you" he lifted his hand from his stomach and flexed his manicured fingers with a smile. "This skin is much too pretty to be marked by fire" the cat smirked.