First Date (Dima) - Marcus' Apartment

"Where do you see us in a few years? In your mind?" He asked hesitantly. His fingers resumed scrubbing the other mans back.

"Who's to say really. I see us together fully. I see your family loving and caring for me as one of their own. I see myself released to the world and free enough to up and travel should you wish to see more of America. I see us making beautiful music together. Beyond that....Who's to say" he says softly, eyes closing once more beneath the gentle caress and wash of his lover.

"Hmm" is Dima's only reply as he is quiet. If it is from what Marcus has said or due to his concentration at the task at hand is hard to say. Strong fingers move over his flesh scrubbing away all evidence of their lovemaking.

After a moment, he kissed the top of Marcus's head, "What time were those tickets for?" he asked with a hint of a smile.

"Mmmm, we have a little more then an hour or so before curtain rises" He shifts some in the still hot water, sliding up Dima's muscular body more fully, turning back to chest "'Sides, it's so hard to leave this most comfortable seat darlin." He says wiggling his perky rear, while reaching out to take both of Dima's arms and wrap them around his stomach protectively "Can you think of a better place to be right now darlin?"

Dima chuckled softly his arms wrapping around Marcus as he pulled him around him like he was a blanket.


He rested back slowly further into the water, just holding him.

"I am glad you called me tonight." he said nuzzling his face against the crook of Marcus's neck.

Marcus lets his head fall to the side, giggling against the masculine scruff covering Dima's jaw "Saves you the trouble of arching your eyebrow at me in that oh so delicious way you have and turning me into putty." he says playfully, running his hands down Dima's muscular thighs. "You know that's always going to be a weakness of mine...."

"Oh really?" he asked his tone sounding oh so and very amused. His fingers ran along Marcus's torso playfully and down over the young man's hips.

"Something I will have to remember, for future reference." He kissed the side of Marcus's neck.

"Tell me more of who you are?" he asked, "I want to know you better."

Marcus purses his lips thoughtfully "I will Dima, but first, I'd like to hear your assessment of me. What your instincts tell you of the person I am. After all, a girl likes to know these kinda things" He says, strong fingertips kneading into the rugged mans thighs. After a moment, he chuckles and adds "boys for that matter too..."

"I think you are sweet, pure on a level that most people aren't." he replied to the question after a moment or two of thought.

"Your blood sings with music, like you have some how tapped into the symphony of the universe and when you play it reverberates through your fingers, through the instruments that are an extension of you." he said as he once again nuzzled Marcus's neck, kissing his shoulder as he held him a little tighter.

"I think you are very young, and you agree to things that you understand in idea, but not in implementation." he said softly.

"I don't consider myself pure really. but I've heard that before actually. Just seems like common decency stuff to me is all I guess." He reaches upward to runs his fingers through Dima's dark locks, thumb tracing down his jaw sensually "And yes. When my brother died, music was the only comfort that I would accept for the longest time. It became an outlet for all my emotions and rage, which is something that I was desperately needing at the time"

He grins faintly "As for the rest, perhaps I'm not prepared for the actuality of our relationship, but two things there love. One, I generally pride myself on being able to look at things logically darlin. Emotionally, I am content knowing that you care for me as deeply as you do. Physically, no one has ever touched me in such an intimate way before. Not to say I was virgin, but there is a level of intimacy between us that lifts me to such amazing heights. And for that, I cherish you above all others, blood aside. And Two, perhaps my fresh outlook is something that you, yourself were craving. Until I met you, I had no idea what a Ravnos was. I wasn't bound by all the stereotypes and predudices that seem to follow your clan. Even now, I still don't nor will I. And maybe, you wanted to dare to believe in something as new and magical to you, as it is to me Dima."

Dima nods his head slowly listening to Marcus's words, contemplating what he has said.

"Your turn, your assessment of me." he said his hands which had been rubbing Marcus's sides, and shoulders, came to a stop there. Holding Marcus to his chest then he sat up some and his hands at Marcus's hips brought him up and shifted him slightly so that he was sitting facing to the side so that Dima could see his face.

His large hand reached out and brushed against Marcus's chin, fingertips brushing over it lovingly.

Marcus squirms a bit as he is shifted on Dima's lap, his tight hole still wrapped around Dima's impressive pole whick steadily squeezes and releases. In a better position, Marcus nuzzles into Dima's neck, nibbling gently against the flesh "Mmm. It's something of a cliche, but the first thing that comes to mind when I think of you is: Tall, dark, and handsome. But there is more then just that love. So much more.

"You are compassionate. Which in and of itself is a rarity with one so old, but it goes further then just that. You have a soft spot for children, claiming them as your wards as you found them throughout your life. And even beyond that, you take an active roll in their line, almost as though you are living the life that you wished you could have lived through the generations. Your family is more important to you then just about anything else in the world, but at the same time, you resent them. Your sister for turning you and taking you away from the sunshine, and your wife for failing to understand that you don't purposefully go out to hurt her, which in turn makes you so much more remorseful when you do what you know you will do." He pauses, pressing a loving kiss into the mans neck "Which is why you find yourself reserved around me, I'd say. You care for me in a way that you were not expecting, nor actively sought, but happened none the less. And I think you choose me, -because- in me, you found someone that not only spoke to you through music, but understands you through blood in a way that your wife will never be able to as a human. It...was a surprise to us both Dima." He pauses, adding thoughtfully "I could be way off base about some of this, but that's now it feels to me love."

He closes his eyes as Marcus speaks, sighing softly, his member though softening still lodged deeply with in Marcus twitches as the young man is moved. His face seems to contort in a variety of emotions,pleasure, concern, unhappiness, then peaceful calm seems to settle over them.

"What were you expecting to happen when you agreed to leave the beach with me that night? You imply this isn't what you were expecting, so what were you expecting Marcus?" he whispered.

Laughing lightly, biting just a bit harder into Dima's neck, speaking against the skin "Mmm, well I wasn't precisely sure what to expect really. I'd never really been approached before in that manner. But I figured we would talk, make out a bit...maybe a bit of idle petting...but what I got was so much more. But you were so beautiful Dima. Every part of you that I looked at. Every ounce of your skin and soul...So very beautiful."

"Idle petting...." he let the statement hang in the air, but his tone said he was amused by the concept. After a moment he chuckled a bit, a deep rumble. Lifting Marcus, he allowed his member to slowly slip from him, but didn't allow Marcus to go far.

He shook his head with a touch of a smirk on his features, "And you say you are not pure... or innocent on some level. Marcus, how many men have you ever been with?" he asked him looking down into his gaze his eyes seeming to see straight to the heart of him.

Marcus flushes, still within the grips of the illusion of humanity and looks down shyly "As Marcus, one and a half. A toreador man who fell in love with my music, but not my features. It...didn't really go far at that point, nor would I have wanted it to. As Rachel, including you...four men in my life. All of them long term relationships." He wraps his arms around Dima's waist, nuzzling into the mans neck again.

Dima shakes his head silently, "Only myself and this Toreador since you have been turned?" he asked softly, hands brushing over Marcus's back gently.

"And before that only three men as Rachel?" he inquired like he was trying to wrap his mind around such a small number. Arms wrapped around him possessively like he didn't like the idea of Marcus being with anyone else. Perhaps not fair, but it was the way he seemed to feel about the matter.

A smile touches his lips at the tightening around his body, and he leans his head down against Dima's chest "That's...actually another question I had love. If you want me to be yours alone, I'm fine with that. I don't think another man would satisfy me the way that you do anyway Dima." he nuzzles the rugged man's neck "But I have to hear you say it. I have to know that is what you want from me. And don't feel that it wouldn't be fair of you to ask me that, given your own curse. I'm happy to be yours alone."

"It isn't fair." Dima replied looking down at him. "I won't ask of you what I can't and won't do." he replied still holding Marcus to him. His words said he wouldn't, but his masculine arms held him tightly, held him in a way that said, you are mine.

Then he chuckled satisfied sound of a man who was proud of the affect he had on someone. "Though I agree it will be hard to find someone who can... fill you the way I do." he laughed again.

"it might not be fair love" he says squeezing him tighter "But hopefully one day, you'll realize that I would love for you to make that statement. But only when you are ready love" He reaches up, trailing his fingertips down Dima's cheek tenderly "I'd say near impossible love, finding someone who makes me feel as wonderful as you do." he says with a sultry chuckle

"Would you like to play a game of questions?" Dima asked kissing the top of Marcus's head. He shifted slightly in the tub, arms moving under Marcus once more as he lifted eugen both from the bath. Reaching for a towel, he began to taker them back out to the bed which he had seen earlier.

"We take turns asking one another questions, a way to get to know one another better." He smiled down at him as he placed him on his feet before the bed and held out the towel to him.

Marcus grins and holds his arms up and out, taking a step into the towel before lifting his hands to rest against Dima's chest. "I'd love to play that with you." He brightens suddenly "OH! And I learned a new trick that Raz0r said I couldn't learn. SOmething....amazing!!" He grins up at Dima "Wanna see it?" he asks eyes shining. "That's my first question" he continues, grinning widely.

"Yes, I would. Will you show me now?" He asked keeping in the questions theme. He smiled and wrapped the towel around Marcus. rubbing his hands up and down his sides drying him off.

Dry and naked, Marcus steps back and grabs his phone from off the counter, waving off an inquisitive butterfly. He rapidly scrolls through a few apps, then turns the phone around and takes a picture of himself before turning it and looking at it with a smile. Moving back up to Dima, he holds it out to him before moving to the window and opening it. A few seconds later, the a hoard of butterflies begin streaming towards him, which he quickly shoos out the window "There. They did their thing, now they can leave..." the fireflies were still around though

He looks down at the phone, "Wha....." He glanced back up to Marcus and smiled, "You can perform publicly again, on the stage." He said with a smile. Moving forward to where Marcus was, picking him up by wrapping him in a hug and spining him in a small circle.